The lives of the purple dragons' have always been mostly the same, they save the world, then die saving it again. None of them ever had a life quite like Spyro's though...
It was warm, a perfect spring day, as I remember it. I looked down at the world I had long left. Everything was peaceful, thanks to Spyro and Cynder. Everything had been like it was for a long time. Untill it was wrecked, by a fire no one could control. It was known as the Destrution Fire. It was a fire like no other. Years ago, it had been doused, they thought it would never re-light, but somehow, it did. It re-lit that day, in a golden cup. It was cold to touch while powering. But once it had powered up, it would burst to life, crossing the world, burning it to ashes. It was hard to stop it, harder to escape it. But every time it lit, it was stopped. It was stopped because a purple dragon was alive to stop it. And only two purple dragons were alive when it lit. Meaning, as you may have guessed, it has only lit twice. Untill that day of course. I was worried when I saw it lit again, Spyro was dead, he couldn't help, could he? But he was already on this track, he had seen it too, from the same heaven I saw it from. And he was already planning to fix it.