Hello everyone! I am back with another story. (I plan to finish this one BTW.) I was writing another story that I was going to publish once I finished it, but I was writing it on my phone, and my phone is...broken...now... The story was about 20 chapters long and 40k words at that point, and I had been working on it for over six months. Not everything was lost, but a enough of it was to discourage me from finishing it. :( Anyway, I am going to post as I write now thanks to that. Lesson learned I suppose. (Either back stuff up or post as you go.) I will not be rewriting that story BTW. Anyway (I need to focus when writing this stuff), It will be a couple of chapters before any Halo stuff comes into play, so I hope that you guys are okay with that.

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Spyro and Cynder flew down to the hard ground while the Earth began to tear apart.

"Spyro, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Cynder said.

"Don't be. It's over now."

"So this is it..." Cynder half stated and half asked.

"Spyro," Ignitus called, and Spyro closed his eyes to listen, "when a dragon dies, he does not truly leave this world. His spirit lives on, binding itself with nature, offering hope for the future..."

Spyro then realized what needed to be done. "I know what I need to do. Just get out of here Cynder."

"Spyro, no... You don't have to do anything. Let's just go."

"Where Cynder? There will be nothing left! The world is breaking apart. But I think I can stop it... I think I am meant to."

"Then I'm with you..."

Spyro then gathered all of the strength he had left and began trying to focus on pulling the world back together.

His concentration wavered for a moment when he heard Cynder whisper "I love you"

A blinding white light covered Spyro's entire field of vision despite his eyes being closed. Then, the light vanished, and darkness followed.

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Spyro opened his eyes, but his vision was far too blurred to make anything out. He lifted his head off of the ground he was laying on as his vision slowly cleared.

As he began to see more, Spyro began to recognize his location. He was in the dreamscape of the Chronicler.

Shakily, Spyro stood. "Chronicler. Are you there? What happened?"

"I am here...for now. You have done well Spyro. The damage done to the dragon realms by Malefor and the Destroyer has been undone." The Chronicler said from what sounded like everywhere.

"What about Cynder? Where is she?" Spyro asked as more questions began to come to mind.

"Although unconcious like you are, she is with you in the outside world."

Spyro smiled slightly.

"I have not brought you here to tell you about what is. I have brought you here to tell you what will be."

"What do you mean?" Spyro asked as his natural curiosity was sparked.

"I have seen a glimpse of the future, and what I have seen frightens me. I saw slavery, war, and ruin, but it was not from the Realm of the Dragons."

Spyro thought for a moment. "If this is going on in some other realm, what does it have to do with me?"

"The war will spread to all realms, and no being will be left untouched by its destruction. In my vision, I saw the extinction of the dragon race in spite of your and Cynder's power. This war is not one that you can win alone."

Spyro gulped. Whoever was waging this war was powerful enough to wipe out the dragons; he and Cynder included. He had just saved the Dragon Realm from such a threat with the help of the Ancestors, so he wondered how he was supposed to stop something such as this unknown threat from another realm. At least he knew what to expect from Malefor.

"Do not be afraid." The Chronicler continued. "The Ancestors have known of this threat, and have brought about a new age in the wake of the realm's reformation. To understand what will be done, you must first understand what has been done."

"What do you mean? What has been done?" Spyro asked.

"You! You are a Purple Dragon. As with all things, the existance of the Purple Dragon had a beginning.

"Hundreds of generations ago, the Purple Dragons did not exist. Dragons were always one of the four Elements. During this time, Dragons separated themselves from one another, and the marriage of two dragons of different elements was forbidden.

"The child of two Fire Dragons was always a Fire Dragon, the child of two Earth Dragons was always an Earth Dragon, and so forth. Peace reigned, and all was well.

"As time passed, the four nations of the four elements began to grow hostile towards eachother, and the Dragons of each element began to feel that the other elements were inferior. A four way war broke out that wiped out most of the dragons, and brought our race to its knees. Dragons were scattered over the lands, and hostility remained in the hearts of many.

"Seeing the state of our race, the Ancestors created the Purple Dragon to be a Peacemaker. A Dragon who was not of Fire, Ice, Earth, or Electricity. His element was called Aether, but you know it as Convexivity. Through the Aether, the Purple Dragon was able to yield all of the Elements, and he was tasked with bringing Dragons of all Elements together in peace.

"When the Dragons saw that the Purple Dragon could wield all of the Elements, they began to fear and hate eachother less. Eventually, all dragons came together and established the positions of the Guardians. With one Guardian for each Element, the Guardians were unbiased. It was the duty of the Guardians to keep the peace, and the Purple Dragon's duty to make it.

"Once peace had come to the Dragon Realm, the Ancestors created the position of Chronicler to ensure that the knowlege of these positions would never be lost, and that the Purple Dragon would always have someone to train the Purple Dragon should the Guardians be unable to do so.

"When Malefor was corrupted, so too was his position as Peacemaker. Without a Peacemaker, the Guardians locked Malefor away until another Peacemaker could be found to fulfill the duty. When you came along, you fulfilled your duty, and now the Guardians must keep the peace that you have made.

"This system was designed to promote peace in the Dragon Realm; it was created to resolve conflict that comes from and is contained in the Dragon Realm. As such, it cannot withstand attack from outside of the Dragon Realm."

Spyro waited for several seconds for the Chronicler to continue, but when he did not, Spyro asked the question that he still had not heard an answer to.

"So, what do I do?"

"A new position has been created called The Immortals, and it must be filled. Your children will be tasked with defending the Dragon Realm from outside attack. It will be the task of you and your spouse to train them how to do so."

"How do I make sure that they will win the war you are talking about?" Spyro asked as he began to feel unprepared for the task ahead of him.

"Train them well," The Chroncler replied witha chuckle, "and have a bunch of kids." He jokingly added as he sent Spyro's conciousness back to his body.

Little did he know that Spyro would take the advice with absolute seriousness.

I do plan on finishing this Fanfic. However, I am currently working on another story. I posted the first chapter of this fanfic at the same time as the other one. The other fanfic received more views, reviews, ect... Because there seemed to be a greater demand for the other fanfic, I decided to spend my time working on that one. As soon as I finish that one, I will work on this one. After that, I have several other ideas for stories that I want to write.