Prologue
"You cannot defeat me. I am eternal!" Malefor roared as he charged up a bolt of convexity. Spyro and Cynder saw what was coming, and they forced their fatigued bodies to send a wave theirself. Malefor had one big advantage, because he was well rested before the important battle, while Spyro and Cynder were fatigued from days of fighting. As Spyro felt his strenght run out, he cried "Just hang on!"
Cynder heard his fatigued voice as she felt the power she needed swell up inside her. Both dragons forced more power into their convexity, slowly overtaking Malefor. As they finally hit their desired goal, Malefor was slammed far into the cave on the floor, which seemingly was made of a big, purple crystal.
Malefor rolled over to his stomach as he shaked the stars and the blinking lights out of his head. He had never been beaten by someone before, and he wasn't planning to lose this time either. He walked up to the younger dragons, staring at them with a killing intent in his eyes. As Spyro and Cynder saw what was coming, they braced for the worst. However, as he was about to get within range, the Ancestors came to save the day. "What is this!?" Malefor demanded, as the spirits surrounded him. "Noooo!" Malefor bellowed as he was dragged into the crystal.
Spyro and Cynder felt the chains that strained them together fall off as they saw Malefor slip into the great crystal, which was the core of the world. "Spyro, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Cynder said with a great feeling of sorrow inside her. "Don't be, it's over now." Spyro said with a half smile, as the feeling wasn't quite there. Cynder watched around her as she saw the planet breaking apart. "So this is it?" Cynder said as the crystal broke into hundreds of pieces and got spilt into the universe, never allowing Malefor to be revived, ever again.
Spyro sighed as he closed his eyes, trying to find a way to rebuild the planet. He heard a familiar voice inside him. It said "Spyro, when a dragon dies, it doesn't truly leave this world. It's spirit lives on, binding itself with the nature, offering hope for the future."
Spyro gasped as he opened his eyes. He turned to Cynder. "I know what I need to do. Just get out of here Cynder." Cynder desperately said "No Spyro, you don't have to do anything! Lets just go!" "Where Cynder?" Spyro asked as he looked at the breaking pieces of the planet. "There'll be nothing left! But I know what to do." Spyro felt the strings of destiny in his mind as he said "I think I'm meant to."
"Then I'm with you." Cynder said with determination in her voice. As Spyro gathered the rest of his strenght, Cynder gathered all her courage and whispered "I love you" to Spyro as he began his act.
Hearing those words, Spyro felt his heart beat faster. As the planet began rebuilding itself, Spyro and Cynder felt completely at peace with themselves.
Cynder was floating deep within space, as she heard a voice call out to her. "Who'se there?" Cynder asked as she saw a light grow into a adult dragoness, looking almost like herself, except the fact that she was white. "Congratulations, Cynder. I knew you had it in you!" the female said with proudness seeping from her words. Cynder raised a brow and asked "What do you mean?" as she pondered what the dragoness was trying to tell her. "Cynder, I have watched you and the purple dragon's lives closely the last fifteen years. And I must say, I doubted you would have the courage to tell him how you feel. But you did it!" she said proudly, as she looked at the black dragoness. "Who are you?" Cynder asked politely. "Ah yes, where are my manners? My name is Linnea. I am the watcher of the world's." Cynder was about to ask another question as the white dragoness answered the question she was about to ask. "Cynder, when I died, I felt horrible for not being able to protect you. All of you. However, as I died, I got the rare opportunity to be the watcher of the worlds. This means that I am a celestial dragoness. I have the ability to read, contact and control creatures minds, as well as interrupt people's dreams." "So, that means that I'm not dead?" Cynder pondered out loud. "Yes, that is correct. So I reccomend you'd wake up now. Spyro is probably waiting for you." "But there are so many questions I need to ask!" Cynder shouted. "Later, my friend. Later." Linnea said. With that, Cynder woke up. As she opened her eyes, she saw Spyro laying on the ground, right beside her. "I hope this will be a age of peace" Cynder sighed for herself.
