Spyro and Cynder: A Revamped World

Chapter 1 - Revelations of an Otherworldly Being

"I love you..."

These were the last words Cynder believed she would whisper, only to find herself in the current situation.

It could be better, but it could be worse.

It could be worse, but it could be better.

Here she was, trapped in a temporal bubble with her purple savior. However, unlike her, he had not moved from his state of suspended animation for quite some time.

"Cynder..."

"Who is that? Wait... Ignitus?"

Before she could speak once more, Cynder collapsed onto the pink barrier.

After awakening, Cynder found herself in the Chronicler's room. In place of the old one, however, stood the now-blue tinted Ignitus, a somber expression upon his face.

Approaching the young dragoness, Ignitus spoke in tone of worry, "Cynder, I wish I could meet you and Spyro on more pleasant circumstances, but we have a dire situation at hand."

"No... we killed Malefor! The ancestral spirits took him into the center of the earth!" Cynder's terrified exclamation was met by a head shake from Ignitus.

His tone the same, Ignitus spoke once more, "Yes, he is sealed away. Even so, there is a much more pressing matter to attend to."

"What? Is there a new enemy...?" Cynder's tone became more fearful, only to be cut off by a chuckle from Ignitus.

The response caused Cynder to look at the elderly dragon with narrowed eyes, a look of utter confusion on her face.

With a sigh, Ignitus spoke in a kindly yet humorous tone, "Please pardon my manners. Old memories are surfacing. However, these are memories of... better times. Times when I was more... hmm... juvenile, to say the least."

"Yeah, you have an enemy to face, all right...," A handsome male voice spoke, followed by a flash of light which revealed a white-cloaked figure.

With a sweep of his arm, the figure revealed himself to be a humanoid dragon, his muscular, white-scaled body gleaming against the hourglass in the center of the room. He cracked his five-digited knuckle, running his black-nailed hands through his gray-tan, sheep-like horns, his yellow eyes meeting Cynder's with humor.

Oddly enough, this "dragon" wore nothing but wool padding and a black samurai loincloth to cover his "delicates".

"Marzell, Draco Reptilian and future ambassador to the Dragon Realms," the draconic being known as Marzell politely spoke. He then placed his hands behind his head, his tone becoming comedic, "But, uh... you guys need a few good years to 'adapt' before you can handle the folks from the Orion constellation. Until then, you need to deal with your new enemy."

Shocked, Cynder could only mutter a dumbfounded, "Okay, so who is this 'enemy'?"

"He's a master troll who preys on the young. He goes by the name of... 'Pubertus'."

Cynder rolled her eyes, her tone casual, "Oh, please. Spyro and I have handled tons of those."

"Yo' ya' can's stop Pubertus. He lives inside ya'll!" Marzell's tone became serious while he mimicked the voice that of a Black male, although he kept his smile.

Inside.

Inside...

At this, Cynder could only mutter a dismal, "Oh, hell..."

"Yep. You just hit puberty a while ago and Spyro still has no idea what sex is," Marzell laughed, clearly mocking Spyro's obliviousness. His tone became casual, "Oh, and just so you know... the dragon race kind of got screwed over by the infighting gods a while back. After a few deliberations, they made a few deals based on your adventures."

His tone still casual, the Draco Reptilian continued, "The first bet was about the life spans of species. Crestinia, the Goddess of life was just a little pissy about her Death God brother Moordok's different time-limits on species' life-spans. So, the first deal was as follows - If Mally kills more than five-thousand dragons, all the critters get two-hundred to three-hundred year life spans. The girl won. The second deal was between the God of light Luciditus and his Darkness Goddess sister Atera. That deal was really hare-brained. If Spyro and you showed no signs of regret about killing or even fighting one of your own kind, all dragons could use convexity. If you didn't, you would have your dark forms sealed. Since Spyro saw Ignitus every time he used fire on Mally, Luciditus won and you two can't go dark anymore. The last one was between the Goddess of Fertility Arielis and the God of Logic Imperitus. I can't reveal that one yet, but uh... in short, you two did the world a lot of good with your battles."

"So... basically, because of the time deal...," Cynder began in a slightly confused tone, looking to a small book with a picture of an egg, "Uh... I'm going to go into heat soon, aren't I?"

The question was met with a snicker from Marzell.

Shaking her head in protest, Cynder dryly stated, "There is no way I'm teaching Spyro about mating."

"Nope, I'll do that," Marzell corrected the young dragoness in a jolly tone, grinning ear to ear,"I can't wait to see his face!"

The casual and humorous nature of this creature was slightly intoxicating.

Upon seeing Cynder's frustrated expression, Ignitus spoke in a warm yet cheerful voice, "Cynder, I want to show you something..."

A book emerged from the many shelves, revealing the young dragoness overtaken by darkness, attacking the one she loved so dearly.

The mere sight of the event caused Cynder to shed tears. She had attacked Spyro.

Her voice somber, Cynder asked the obvious question. "Why are you showing me this?"

Pointing to the text, Ignitus spoke one word.

"Read..."

The young drake felt helpless. The one female he had ever know had was now being controlled again. It was at this point he felt something break inside him.

Feelings had been building up over the course of their adventures, but now he realized just how deeply those feelings ran. They were no longer compassion or empathy.

Ignitus was only a close second to whom he held closest. He had no real attachments to the other Guardians. Now, he was being attacked by the very female he held closest to his heart.

Although he was unable to recognize the feeling, deep in his heart he know one thing - He loved her.

Broken, he could only mutter one sentence.

"You've left me nothing to fight for..."

At this, the new Chronicler closed the book with a kindly smile.

At this, the young dragoness shed tears of joy.

Her tone awestruck, Cynder could only mutter three words, "He... loves me..."

"Oh, and Cynder...," Marzell began, his tone between casualness and seriousness, "The Guardians and all the others think you're both dead. However, this is actually a good thing. They were able to clear your name in the year before you woke up from that bubble," his tone became slightly uncertain, "Uh... even though they still see you as an asshole," his tone became fully casual, "Anyway, Imma' gonna' go ahead and un-freeze Spyro."

After reaching into his singular pocket, the Draco Reptilian pulled a small, diamond-shaped golden trinket, throwing it onto the ground.

With a beep, the contraption opened to reveal a thin beam which Marzell proceeded to kick.

A whirring was audible, followed by the creation of a portal and a bolt of energy and a thud.

Shrugging, Marzell gave a casual and uncaring, "Okay, he's back. Go and tell him before you get back to Warfang and the dragonesses start asking him to plow them."

A bemused and annoyed glance was given by Cynder before she fell into blackness.

Episode 1 begin
Opening 1 - New World