Chapter One: Unknown Darkness

"Please, Spyro, you're tiring yourself!" Cynder cries, the mountain was breaking harshly with them trapped inside a magical barrier Spyro has made spiritually. "B-But, how do we know we're safe?" Spyro asked. The mountain roars as the barrier begins to fall apart. "No, I c-can't hold on!" Spyro cried as agony got the best of him. His pain was beginning to soar across his body.

The walls of the crystal slowly began to squeeze them. Spyro didn't know what to do. The only thing on his mind was, 'Protect my friends…their lives, and mine'. Spyro begin to shut his eyes then begins to slowly push open the walls of the barrier. The mountain had begun to slow down. Not soon long before the stones began to fall once more, hard and loud they started again.

Spyro had weakened over time, but he managed to keep the barrier active for a few days. About three years later, Spyro had given up. The barrier fades away and Spyro and his friends had fallen upon the rocky ground. None of them were conscious. Were they dead? Will they wake up? Spyro eyes open slowly. His vision blurred, his wings feeling like rocks, and body that lied hopelessly as small critters began to crawl over him.

Cynder and Sparx felt the same way. Spyro's foot was caught under a small stone. "Guy's are…are you ok?" Spyro asked weakly, yet his tone sound worried. No reply. Both Cynder and Sparx were unconscious. Spyro's eyes closed as he blacked out…

"Spyro…! Spyro…!" a rather cold voice called out. "Shut up fool! Do you want us killed?!" another voice snapped. Spyro still wasn't conscious, but the voices continued to argue. "Oh please, calling out to a dragon will kill us?" the voices continued. "Oh please, Doomsday, you know Malefor will do that! If he wakes up and escapes, we'll be part of the Eternal Ritual!!" the voice shouted.

Spyro soon begins to wake up. He was surrounded by darkness. "Uh-oh, good going worthless!" the voice snapped. "But, Arceus, he can hardly hear us" Doomsday added. Doomsday's body was revealed. He was a rather small yet tough looking dragon. He was a chrome color. His eyes glowed yellow as he stares gloomily at Spyro. "You're too soft, Doomsday, you need to understand that no other purple dragon shall live!" Arceus said, coldly.

Arceus was a darker color. His body is a navy blue. His eyes glowed green, with the burning will to kill. "But, he's just a youngster, Arceus; he won't do anything for now!" Doomsday admitted. "You ARE too soft! I have to be sure they're trapped before they can escape! You stay put!" Arceus hissed as the beat of his mighty wings sent him flying off.

"I must save him!" Doomsday thought. He carried Spyro as he was barely conscious. He flies off, out of the darkness. If Spyro was in hand, where is Cynder? Where is Sparx? Two bodies lied still in the destructed mountain. Are they dead?
"Sparx…wake up…" Cynder whispered. Her body was slowly turning more into a purple color. Sparx's wings began to flap at supersonic speed. He hovered upward then forward, in front of Cynder. "What up purple…purple? Why are you purple?" Sparx blurted. It was true. Cynder's body was more purple than black. Still, she had a touch of black. "I am no longer a Dark Warrior, Sparx, my color was basically just an excuse for me, but still, my powers remain" Cynder explained.

"I see, well where the big guy is? Did you eat him?" Sparx asked, glaring around his surroundings. Stones and glass were shattered. Blood spurts were smothered across the floor. "Spyro…?" Cynder asked, following the trail his blood left. Then the trail stopped at the base of the mountain. "He must've been carried off" Cynder muttered. She flew out the opening. "Wait up!" Sparx called out then flies after her.

"I think he went this way!" Cynder shouted back. She flew out of the mountain and landed in front of a very dark forest. "What is that place?" Cynder asked herself. "Aye, it be the Forbidden Forest" a rather husky voice answered. Cynder turned around. It was Mole-Yair. He was more aged now. His mustache fur was gray and his fur was no longer a dark brown, but rather white. "Mole-Yair, hey…! Long time no see!" Sparx greeted. He hovered in front of him.

"Aye, Sparx, where is my old friend?" Mole-Yair asked. "Ah, that's our question," Sparx responded. "Well, search for him, it won't be long until the Eternal Ritual will begin" Mole-Yair warned. "Eternal Ritual, what is the Eternal Ritual?" Cynder asked. Mole-Yair released a heavy sigh then began to explain. "The Eternal Ritual is a ritual that all dragons will be performing, yet only Malefor's dragons won't do so, but back to the ritual. All dragons will be gathered at Malefor's castle. One by one will be strangled inside by him. It is a very sad ending, because precisely Spyro is the very first to begin…" Mole-Yair explained, sadly.

"Maybe that's why he's not here…oh no. We have to go! Sparx come on!" Cynder shouted, rushing toward inside the Forbidden Forest. "She has the same spirit as Spyro" Mole-Yair muttered. "Yea, well see-ya pops!" Sparx said, floating after her. "I hope they'll be safe with many of Malefor's minions running about" Mole-Yair mumbled. Mole-Yair waddled away with his small crane, and left away from sight.

Cynder rushed like a bullet past many trees. Leaves brushed swirled behind her that scratched her feet. She didn't care; she only wanted to save Spyro. Her thoughts rushed like a car speeding on mach four. She ran across the pathway that leaded to the interior of the base of the forest. She suddenly stopped with dust circulating around her. She was at the edge of a cliff, that had a very steep trench down below.

Her heart pounded her chest with her breath shortened. She stood motionless, staring down into the depth of the cliff. She looked across from her; there was a bridge, not to mention a very frail bridge. Sparx rushed next to her. "Dude, you know I can't rush like that!" Sparx complained. Cynder ignored his arrogance then flapped her wings. She flew downward, knowing something was down there, she didn't know; but knew she had to somehow fly down there for something. She soared down with high spirits. She saw a small dragon, a purple one too.

She landed in front of him. He was sound asleep, but he wasn't Spyro. Spyro had golden horns, tail and claws. He had silver tail, claws, and horns. They glowed brightly in reflection of the moon. Was there some sort of secret to the purple dragon? Were there supposed to be three in order to do something? Will something wonderful happen? This is a mystery Cynder, Sparx and Spyro will have to find out…

Well, this is how my story goes. I hope it was good enough, thank you for your review(s) if you did so. Stay tuned for Chapter two. Thanks and have a nice day.

REMINDER: I MAY HAVE SOME OC'S BUT I DO NOT OWN THE SPYRO CHARACTERS!!