Welcome to my first ever story on here, i really hope that you all enjoy it and i should be uploading the second part soon.

Chapter 1 : Awakening

The memories of his life flooded through his mind, from whence his training began at Warfang, to this very moment of death. Hunter..Cyril...Terrador...Volteer...Sparx...Ignitus...Cynder. If only... But before he had a chance to think more deeply into his thoughts, he could start to feel the ground beneath him, he could wriggle his claws. Spyro was Alive. Eyes still clenched tightly, he tried to get up, failing he decided to force open the eyelids covering the vision before him. Barely squinting, a silhouette could be made out lying beside him, as if a dragon is in his presence.

"Cy-Cynd-er" he managed to squeeze from his lungs.

To no avail he realized that this figure was not even a dragon, But a useless pile of rocks, there was nothing alive in sight, apart from himself. Spyro was alone. He managed to conjure up the willpower to think about what's happened.

-Flashback-

*The battle was a monstrosity, we both unleashed masses amount of Convexity and for the good of the world, we sealed away Malafor in to the middle of the cracking world.

"Spyro, i'm sorry. Im so sorry" Cynder said apologetically

He knew it was not her fault, "Don't be. It's over now."

"so this is it..."

Spyro closes his eyes and hears a familiar voice, "Spyro, when a dragon dies, he does not truly leave this world. His spirit lives on, binding itself with nature, offering hope for the future..."

Then he realizes.

"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'll be nothing left! The world is braking apart.

But i think i can stop it. I think i'm meant to."

"Then i'm with you..."

The look in Spyro's eyes gave a clear understanding, and then he nodded.

He slightly took from the ground and glowed a glistening purple, the energy he forged in him was immense and he let it burst out of him.

Cynder had too much at stake, it was now or never... "I Love You..."

The last thing Spyro had heard was the muffled sound of Cynder's sweet voice, though what she said just flowed with the wind, he knew not what it was.*

In the midst of another realm, where the Chronicler is.

"Be welcome friend. I have long been expecting you ... A new age is beginning... With each new age, a worthy dragon is chosen to chronicle the many triumphs and failures of that age. This has been my duty for many millennia. And now, Ignitus, i pass this honor to you."

"And... What of Spyro? Is he..."

"Hmm, that is the question, isn't it? You see, each time a dragon dies, a new page is written in this book. I've done my best, but i can't seem to find any trace of Spyro."

With that, the Chronicler passes his title to Ignitus and then vanishes.

"Well, young dragon... Where might you be?"

With his thoughts he had hoped and imagined that Spyro and Cynder were together, flying amongst the clouds, chasing each other and knowing they were the saviours enjoying the rest of their lives. But the picture within his head had been terribly wrong...

-Flashback Ends-

After the long realization of what had happened, Spyro gained enough strength to stand. He did so and scanned the area for any life while he was away in his mind. Unfortunately, no one was. He dragged him self to the nearest ledge and looked at the billions of stars in the sky. Hoping for a sign of where Cynder might of been.

"Please ancestors, give me some sort of sign, i need to know where she is..."

Even though he had pleaded with all his heart, nothing had shown him the way. Tears began to form in his eyes, then he burst out crying, mourning for Cynder. With his eyes shut tight he was facing down and tears fell from his face into the depths below. After a while he opened his eyes, still looking down, he see's a small shadow down on the rocky cliff in the shape of... This time he was sure. Spyro swooped down almost like the speed of a bullet, rapidly declining his momentum, he reaches it.

"CYNDER!" She had began to awake from when Spyro's tears were dropping onto her cheek.

"Cynder, Cynder, please wake up, please."

Her eyes fluttered open to see the one she had loved Stood above her crying.

"S-Spyro, i-i'm... i'm here."

Spyro only thought that it was his imagination. Cynder forced herself up onto her wobbling feet and hugged Spyro. To the contact of her scales, he opened his eyes again to notice it wasn't just him, Cynder was Alive.

He hugged her back "Cynder i was so worried about you." "And i was worried about you too."

They stopped hugging each other, after they stopped, Spyro thanked Cynder.

"Thanks for being there with me Cyn, i don't know if i could of done it without you, you're the best friend anyone could have!"

Cynder was delighted to hear what she just heard but she was beginning to wonder whether Spyro heard what she had said before.

"Best friend?" She spoke aloud.

"Yes, Best of friends."

Now she knew that Spyro did not hear which left her disappointed, but though he didn't, they were both still alive and that is all that matters.

After they had finished another hug, Cynder had spoken as she looked at the surroundings.

"Spyro, maybe we should return back to Warfang and let everyone know that your safe."

"Good idea, but we need to let everyone know that we are BOTH safe." He said smiling at her.

Cynder had a big smile on her face too, yet she is now confused to whether he did hear her or not.

"Ok Spyro, lead the way!"

They set off Straight for Warfang in hope of seeing that everyone else is alive and well.

I know this is quite short but hey, we're just getting started :) Please R&R as i would like to know if you like what i have done, much appreciated. See ya next chapter, its gonna be a whole load longer, i promise ;)