Prelude
The distant view of the sun was starting to set over the dark room. It was lined with shelves that were full to the brim of tacky brown leather books. Giving of an aura in the middle of the room was a pensive filled with a substance neither water nor smoke. Muted breaths were coming from a single blue dragon standing next to the pensive. He was tall and well built and had a necklace with a golden orb in the middle. Hovering in front of him was a large book that was flipping pages erratically as the blue dragon commanded them.
" It appears your now a hard dragon to find young Spyro." The dragon said to himself as the book closed and fitted itself back into one shelf. The dragon nodded its head to another book shelf and two books flew over to him and opened. Again these books flipped until end and the dragon sighed.
" Must be somewhere." The dragon muttered irritably. The blue dragon looked at another shelve and one book came out. This book had an effect on the blue dragon. He closed his eyes and the book began to glow. Flashes of scenes from Spyro's last hours dashed in the dragons mind. His own death in the Destroyers ring of fire. Spyro and Cynder fighting the dark one himself, Malefor. Until the end when the world was breaking apart. In the dragons ear came the words 'I love you' in the voice of Cynder. The dragon merely smiled
" As I expected." The stream of pictures came to a halt after the world was reassembled and there was nothing. The book itself stopped flipping its pages and lay open at a blank double page with only two sentences written upon it. The blue dragons eyes widened as he stumbled back from the book.
" By our ancestors."