So it was done. Their purpose in life was done and they were at last free from all the pain they had endured in the last three years (maybe even four). And the more Spyro thought about it, there could be no other way. Either way him and Cynder, his black dragoness companion who he had developed a strong connection with, were doomed to die; their fates were sealed. Cynder, like Spyro said to the old Chronicler, never had a choice, she was forced to serve the Dark Master but when she rebelled against her sole purpose in life (her egg was stolen at birth and she was manipulated and corrupted to be evil) her ultimate fate was becoming quite apparent. She either had two choices: be corrupted by the Dark Master again and die serving him or die helping Spyro by stopping him. Either way death was the result of both. Either that or Malefor would have found her (like the Hermit said). Spyro, however, had his destiny written down and Malefor and his loyalists sent their allies to kill him time and time again and Spyro knew that he couldn't run away from this that he would either die stopping Malefor or die saving the world- as he was meant to...
"Yep you really are two broken soul's" stated a voice."it was foretold".
Spyro opened his eyes but couldn't shake the feeling of pain out of his body. His muscles were aching, his bones felt cracked, his eyes were weary and his tails ached. He looked at his tattered wings and saw a female black dragon laying on his side, cuddling against him unknowingly. Slowly she lifted her agonised head and opened her emerald green eyes, staring at her friend, beginning to recap the events that just occurred.
"Cynder...?" a male's voice called.
Cynder responded by letting out an agonising groan.
"Cynder I know your not dead, you can't hug me forever" Spyro weakly laughed.
"I love you" Cynder suddenly remembered the last words she had whispered to Spyro before they had apparently died, and turned red as a wave of embarrassment hit her. Does he remember that? I think he's to busy wondering where the heck we are to remember".
"Where are we?" she questioned as she began to get up.
"More importantly, who's that?" added Spyro, turning to the glowing entity before them. "Sparx?"
"Sparx? What's a Sparx? It was foretold you would call me Star...or Sparx or something like that- probably, probably that second one" replied the glowing dragon. "I am the keeper of light- the first ever Chronicler".
Spyro's eyes immediately burst wide open, he didn't care if it hurt, this was the legendary dragon the myths had talked about, this was the original dragon who harness all elements and they were being summoned by him.
"I...I don't believe it" he gasped.
"It was foretold you would say that" beamed the golden dragon. "I am Flameous and I've been watching quite the movie. A movie which was all too real- you two saving the world from Malefor incredible! I'm just upset that it wasn't one of the old weirdo's, could've you know resurrected the story of the mighty Flameous. Funny old world ain't it?"
Spyro looked around him and saw a realistic image surrounding them. It was the world in space, being rebuilt by Spyro's magic. "What is that?"
"Oh that, that's the world...and space...it's er just being rebuilt by you and your magic. You know, you saved the day, stopped the baddy, and committed suicide at the end" explained Flameous, talking about it like it was nothing but a minor event.
"It wasn't suicide, more like a sacrifice" smiled Cynder.
"Ah yes, the former Queen of Englan...I mean darkness or evil or whatever" replied Flameous. "Your transition from evil to good and then to fake evil and then good and then fake evil again, before being properly good and then being evil again before being good one last time and dying, is remarkable! I know you think you belong in Dragon hell, if that even exists, but you don't I don't think that and neither does anyone else".
The two young dragons looked at each other and then at the crazy old ghost, as he said that long list. "You did cross the sky for her and you set her free, both literally and figuratively".
"So, are we dead?" asked Cynder, sadly.
"Yes and no" stated Flameous. "Right now I have transported you to my elemental home, to congratulate you, before revealing to you that you are not dead. But everyone thinks you are, so don't spoil it for them. We just need to wait till the world is finished rebuilding itself so I can transport you home. In all seriousness, what I saw was unlike anything I've ever seen before and for that reason I have decided to finally allow you to have the freedom that was denied to you since birth, the freedom you should have. You are young dragon's whose tale may have not had a happy beginning- especially you Cynder- but have accomplished much".
A few hours had passed, and it began to get cold. Cynder, shivering, went closer to her friend and curled up beside him.
"That part wasn't foretold" said the Chronicler.
"I'm cold" she shivered, before she lay her head on his torso and fell asleep. Spyro sighed, how could he refuse to grant her this one request after all they've been through. He had literally crossed the sky for her and had set her free from her corrupted state, as she had done to him when he became Dark Spyro. Now this Ancient spirit had finally allowed them to enjoy the freedom they never could in life; their responsibilities were gone; Malefor was gone; Spyro had discovered the truth and Cynder was finally allowed to make her own decision and not have her fate resulted in either her dying or...actually that was it.
Spyro couldn't sleep, he wanted to look at the world reforming.
"It's wonderful isn't it!" remarked Flameous. "It looks like something out of those old games that no one really plays anymore cause a new console came out that is better than the old one!"
"Do you um need any help with anything?" asked Spyro, shyly. He was a bit embarrassed because of the position he was in with Cynder (although he didn't mind that Cynder was resting on him) because a legendary entity was literally watching him and also he didn't want to create an awkward moment.
"With what, I'm dead?" rebuked Flameous. "I guess you could find my grave- if anyone ever bothered making me one. Don't worry I find you two Broken soul's journey together to be really...inspiring; amazing er cute. Relax I don't ship, except that one time where I built a ship to cross lava".
"That legend was true!"
"Yep. So the prophecy is fulfilled, just as Ignitus promised; Cynder died for you just as she promised, and I'm going to resurrect you just as I promised so we're all a man of our word here except for Cynder who is in fact a girl...or, well actually we're all dragons. Yeah I'm bad at making references don't judge me!"
Cynder yawned and began to lay down properly, not leaning on Spyro anymore.
"Oh and before I send you back just a word of advice" began Flameous. "Be nice to Cynder, her life has been more difficult than you imagine, like you said she never had a choice in life; she's had it rough. Maybe it's time for you both to fix your broken soul's."
"I know that, and I will" promised Spyro, looking at his sleeping friend, with empathy and sorrow.
"What's that?" asked Spyro as the scene began changing from the world rebuilding to total brightness.
"Oh you want to see, you want to see what it is?" smiled Flameous. "It's a gift. It's your parting gift- in that your now parting from here".
"Goodbye and thanks" thanked Spyro.
"Well time to Guide You Home" announced Flameous. And using his elemental powers, everything turned bright. Spyro closed his eyes- he couldn't see anyone or anything. And slowly a beautiful sunrise began to emerge over the horizon, along with a rainbow and mountains, and not destroyed fields and no Malefor.
"Hey chosen one are you really that lazy?" a mocking voice made him open his eyes. It was Cynder, stretching her wings. Spyro looked at himself, he didn't feel pain at all, he was perfectly fine. "So how bout you test those flimsy wings of your's or did I brake them when I knocked you out of dark form?" she continued to tease him.
"Okay that's it" returned Spyro, as the two happily flew throughout the sky.
"And Spyro, is he...?" asked a concerned old dragon, Ignitus.
"That is the question, isn't it?" replied the Chronicler, holding up his book. "You see each time a dragon dies a new page in the book is added, I have tried my best but found no trace of Spyro".
The Chronicler vanished in a bright light and the new Chronicler, Ignitus, looked at his crystal, knowing Spyro and Cynder were alive somewhere. "Well young dragon where might you be?"
