This is my official first fanfic (How Can We Survive does not count). I'm sorry if this seems a little short, as I was planing on this being a oneshot, but I might turn it into series depending on the kind of feedback I get. Anyway please read, enjoy, and review. Flames are welcome.

Disclimer: I do not own Spyro or any of the characters except those that are of my own creation.

"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."

Cynder stepped closer, trying to get me to change my mind, to leave this godforsaken place.

"Where, Cynder?" I said, turning to look at the dragoness, "There'll be nothing left! The world is breaking apart!" I sighed, looking down at the shattering crystal beneath me, "But I think I can stop it. I think I'm meant to."

I believed this entirely. Ignitus was right, I could remake the world; bring all the dead back to life. That was what the purple dragons were meant for. Not the destruction of the world, but the recreation of it.

Cynder took another step toward me, her tone brimming with confidence. "Then I'm with you."

That simple statement meant more to me than anything. I'd given her the chance to leave, to try to save herself, but she refused. I rose onto my hind legs and let the power flow through me. Time slowed to a crawl as the power expanded in an attempt to encompass the globe. Suddenly, I felt pain, greater than anything I had ever experienced before. Ignitus's sacrifice, Cynder attacking me once more, they were nothing compared to this.

I realized, right then, that Malefor was right. I couldn't stop it. I was too weak. I expended too much energy in the battle with Malefor. Maybe, if tried this before Malefor, I might have enough power, but I still wouldn't be able to fly out. I will die here, I realized, and Cynder along with me. It would all be for nothing

After what seemed like hours, but was actually only a few seconds, Cynder spoke again, uttering three words that would make the largest impact in my life.

"I love you."

It was simple, but in those three words, I found hope. I found a reason. In those three words, I found energy. The pain stopped, and I pushed, expanding the globe of power once more. The power moved quickly going through stone as if it didn't exist. Then there was a flash, and the surroundings disappeared.

I looked around, but everywhere I turned, there was blankness. Fear taking hold of my body, I looked around, searching for Cynder. I called out, and my voice was quickly swallowed up by the surrounding emptiness.

"Hello? Where is everybody? Hello?" My voice shot up, becoming saturated with fear. "Hello! Cynder, anybody! Can you hear me?"

No one was here, and I didn't even have the comfort of my own echo mocking my questions. Was this what faced us all after death?

"Spyro..."

The single word pierced the sheer white around me and fear ebbed forward foremost into my mind. I shuddered, lifting my head up and searching for the owner of the bone chilling sound. But there was no one. I was beginning to believe I was hallucinating when, again, the voice called my name, and this time it emanated from the surrounding blankness.

"Spyro, listen to me."

As the voice grew in volume, it also began to grow in clarity. Suddenly, I remembered why the voice seemed so familiar. It was the Chronicler.

"You have the power to reshape the world as you please. You can choose who survives this," His voice echoed forth once more.

"But where am I?" my voice rang out weakly. The answer, albeit confusing, came instantaneously.

"You are in the Void. As the last purple dragon, and with the Destroyer having completed its Ring, you alone have the power to manipulate the world to your liking."

An apparition showing the status of the world materialized into existence in front of me. I began to walk around the image, taking in the destruction wrought by Malefor.

Glancing upwards, I asked, "How?"

"Imagine what you want the world to look like. Empty yourself of all thoughts. Do not think with your mind; feel with your heart, and let it guide you."

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to steady my heart and clear my mind. When I had calmed down, I felt this strange tingling sensation. Opening my eyes, I gasped at the spectacle I saw in front of me.

The white had turned to black, but it was far from empty. Stars were everywhere. Before me, I saw the world from what it looks from the outside. I watched as pieces began to reassemble themselves and move back to their original places. The world was put back together in a flash, which intensified and expanded until I found myself once more in the Void, staring dumbly with my mouth agape at the spot where the planet had reassembled itself.

"All you have wanted has manifested itself in this new Age." The Chronicler informed

I began to worry, remembering all the friends I had left behind, those I didn't want to lose, or even those I never wanted lost, when I recreated the world.

"But what happened to Cynder, and Sparx, and all of the others?"

"They are all well. You have spent too long here Spyro. It is time for you to go. Remember, when you get back fly as fast as you can, the world still must reform itself on the other side, even though it had already happened here."

White changed to black, and once again I felt the earth beneath me and the smell of sulfur and ash in my nose.

"Spyro, get up! Come on. Get up!"

My eyes flashed open. Cynder was standing above me, looking worried.

"What happened?" She asked

I cut her off, yelling, "No time! Let's go!"

I took flight, not waiting for an answer. I could tell Cynder was following, but anything she tried to ask was replaced with the sound of wind as I struggled to go faster. Cynder soon shot ahead of me, quickly dodging falling rocks and gushing fountains of lava. Darn her and her maneuverability. I was feeling sluggish as I tried to dodge rocks as well as maintain my speed. However, with Cynder in front of me, it made dodging easier; all I had to do was copy her movements.

The energy I was feeling earlier had vanished and now everything was hazy. I couldn't take in all that was happening in front of me, which made it hard to avoid all of the falling debris. I doubt I would have made it out alive. I could see the only last part of earth that was not yet attached. I looked at the small opening and realized that I wasn't going to make it. Entering the Void seemed to take all the strength I had left. I just wasn't able to keep up. Cynder must have realized this as well because she spun around, grabbed the nape of my neck with her teeth, and hauled me out with centimeters to spare.

I lay on the ground next to Cynder, gasping for air.

"Thanks."

Cynder turned her head to look at me.

"This wasn't the first time I saved your butt."

I grimaced and stood up, coughing to clear my airways of ash and dust. Cynder did the same. I looked at her and smiled, fighting unconsciousness every step of the way. There was something I needed to say.

"You saved me."

Cynder looked at me with her head cocked to the side in confusion for why I stated something that had happened seconds earlier.

"I know I did. I just pulled you out."

I coughed up some more ash, trying to organize my unformulated thoughts to form a coherent answer.

"No, you don't. What you said down there, it gave me strength. Without you, I would have died. All of us would have died." My eyelids drooped and I barely had enough strength to lift my voice above a whisper. Seconds before I fell unconscious, I whispered four words that was my reply to her three.

"I love you too."

I hope you like this. I would like to thank Ryft Darkpaw for being my Beta Reader and allowing me to use a few of his ideas. I would like to thank you for taking the time to read this birth creature that came from the black depths I call my mind. Remember, if you think it should continue, review or send a PM and I will gladly start a new chapter.