(And so I present you a brand new story of mine, featuring Spyro and Cynder, and nine other unique characters from across the universe, thus the reason this is a crossover. In general, this story was inspired by the song Echelon by 30 Seconds to Mars. If you haven't noticed from my uploaded short story, I've been here every day, just unable to make progress on my previous stories, and only one casualty in S.U.A., which'll be rebooted in due time, and everything else will be updated eventually. This right here is just a minor prologue, setting up the aftermath of the games and such. And to be honest, I'm not even sure how I feel about how I've wrote this prologue, if you know what I mean.)
Prologue - After the storm:
It was a several days after that downfall of Malefor the Dark Master, and Spyro and Cynder had returned to the city of Warfang after a while of waking up in a meadow, relaxing, and then celebrating on their own. However, despite saving the word, for a while before heading to the city, there was one thing weighing on the heads; Ignitus. It was this that got the duo to head back and explain the grim news, which followed with two things ... a funeral for the fire Guardian, and then a celebration for stopping Malefor. After said purple's demise, many dragons from across the world came out of hiding, rebirthing what was considered a dwindling population, including dragons of many elements, some of which were rare, including wind and water. Whilest Terrador and the rest resolved to appoint Guardians for the lost elements, fire remained empty, as none were ready to replace Ignitus, not that his legacy ever could've been.
Right now, Spyro and Cynder were inside Warfang's arena, which was undergoing repairs still, doing some training, with Spyro mostly trying to get the hang of water and wind; Cynder herself had been appointed to teach him what she could about wind.
Spyro currently let out the strongest gust of wind he could, which was just a mere breeze. He proceeded to sigh and look around at the tan-colored arena, thinking about how everything was almost destroyed.
Cynder frowned a bit, tapping her claws on the ground, "Come on Spyro, I know you can do better. What's wrong?"
"Nothing much, only just how eventful the last week has been, even more so the month." Spyro replied thoughtfully, tail waving around.
"Hmmm," Cynder nodded, "True ... we've had to go through hell and back, but it's over now. Even .. Ignitus."
Spyro let a sigh of a nod, "Yeah, he was like a father to me, and now he's gone. ... If only he hadn't sacrificed himself. Well, at least he's safe, wherever he is."
"You're kinda lucky, I never had a family, and no one else for that matter, until we met that is. Speaking of such, I wonder where Sparx is, I haven't seen him all day." Cynder replied with a chuckle, looking up at the evening sky, moons rising as the sun was setting.
"Probably to Mom and Dad .. and yes, I still call them that." Spyro said thoughtfully, then going back to sending out gusts of wind, of which were stronger than the first by far.
Soon Cynder said, "Hey, let's go somewhere to watch the sunset, before it ends."
Spyro nodded, spreading his wings, "Like the balcony-room of the temple, you know, the room Terrador gave us."
"Exactly. Race ya." Cynder replied, darting into the air, and Spyro followed.
From then, they shared the view of the last rays of sunlight vanishing into the horizon. Three particular words had echoed in Spyro's mind, yet he had yet to find a way, or time, to repeat them to Cynder, with all that had gone on, and so he left them unspoken, though wondering what Cynder thought; she certainly had refused to leave his side since they had first reawoken, so much so that Spyro had no idea if Malefor's chain-amulet-thing was gone. At least Cynder was happy around him, which said enough for Spyro's taste. After the sunset and a dinner, they went to sleep, prepared for another normal day.
When that day came, however, it was anything but normal. The duo were awoken in their bedroom to the arrival of Terrador on the balcony, "Wake up, you have to see this."
Spyro blinked as he yawned, noticing that even with Terrador's presence blocking the balcony, it was unnaturally dark outside ... in fact there was a reddish glow. Once Cynder woke up, the two walked outside when Terrador headed to the sky, and the sight made them gasp, for that in the sky was a red sphere of sorts, blocking out the sunlight.
"What in the word?" Cynder said in awe, wings twitching.
"We don't know, it just appeared when we woke up." Terrador answered.
Spyro gazed at the red orb silently, noticed a different kind of red circle in its middle. "Maybe we should try to get closer to it, maybe's it's some kind of thing."
Terrador looked thoughtful, "Perhaps, but are you sure? It could be dangerous."
Spyro nodded, "We beat Malefor, I'm sure we could handle ourselves. That is ... if you want to come Cynder."
"Obviously I'll come with you, you don't even have to ask." Cynder replied, wings already spread.
"Still, be careful, we got you back after the end, but I wouldn't take any chances." Terrador said.
And thus the two heroes flew off to the horizon, to the mysteriously sphere, which seemed to be much bigger than Spyro had thought once they got near to it. The other circle Spyro had seen was clearly a portal; the closer they had gotten to it, the more it felt that they were being pulled to it. In fact, very soon, he was getting violently sucked into it, just as much as Cynder was being pulled away from him; whatever this was did not want them together.
"Spyro!"
"Cynder!"
And then, Spyro blacked out, unaware of what was about to happen.
(Here's the prologue, the real fun comes next. Oh, some self-lore ... what I've determined to have Spyro special as a purple isn't being able to wield multiple elements, but instead it's about the connection to convexity .. the pure essence of magic itself. Consequently, that's what gives Spyro access to other elements, more than the base four.)