Two dragons flew within a pale blue sky, casting relieved glances down at the ground below. The two dragons flew with one another for hours, taking in the beauty that now surrounded them. Maleafore had finally been defeated, and dragons and other creatures from all over the world rejoiced. Despite all the happiness that the realms had, many creatures still lived in fear that their saviors, Spyro and Cynder would not return.
Spyro and Cynder knew that their companions would be worried, and yet all they were concerned about was spending time with each other, and catching up on the life they missed out on. Cynder flew away from Spyro, and cheerfully called out to him.
"Catch me if you can slow poke!"
"I'm going to get you Cynder!" Spyro called out playfully.
The two dragons then engaged in an intensive game of tag. Spyro and Cynder continued their playful frolicking until Cynder suddenly collided with a small floating island.
"Cynder!" Spyro called out anxiously.
"I'm fine…" Cynder replied, stumbling to her feet and draping her right wing over her back.
Spyro flew to the black dragoness, and noticed that her wing was injured.
"Can you fly?" Spyro asked.
Cynder lifted her right wing and winced as a sharp pain flooded over her. "No." She replied.
"Here, Cynder let me carry you."
Cynder blushed slightly at the suggestion, but then hesitantly walked over to Spyro. The purple dragon gently wrapped his claws around Cynder, and flew in to the sky. The two dragons stayed suspended in the air for hours, watching the sun set. When night had fallen, Spyro came up with a place that he wanted to see with Cynder before they returned to the dragon temple.
Cynder shifted in Spyro's arms, and then spoke.
"Should we head back to Warfang now? The other guardians will be worried, not to mention…." Cynder trailed off, not wanting to finish her sentence. Spyro felt his heart grow cold with grief as he realized what she was about to say.
Cynder was about to tell Spyro that the guardians had to be alerted about Ignitus's death, but she had trailed off, not wanting to remind Spyro about the death of his mentor.
"I understand Cynder, but there's someplace I wanted to visit first." Spyro replied hesitantly.
Cynder looked at Spyro with confusion in her eyes, not quite understanding where he wanted to go. Anxiety filled her slightly when she thought about him leaving her, but she shoved her emotions aside, scolding herself for wanting to keep Spyro with her.
"Are you going to visit the swamp?" Cynder asked.
"No, I wanted us to both visit the Twilight Falls, and then we can return to Warfang, we didn't exactly get to see any relaxing places there.
"Kay…" Cynder muttered in exhaustion. The two dragons hadn't gotten any rest since they were at Warfang, and when Malefore was defeated they had been playing instead of resting.
Spyro Smiled at the black dragoness, and flew her to Twilight Falls.
The two dragons spent three days and nights at the Twilight Falls before deciding to return to Warfang. Over the course of their vacation, Spyro and Cynder had decided to live with one another. They decided this because Spyro would have to help the guardians rebuild the temple, and Cynder had nowhere else to go to.
"Are you sure Sparx will approve of me staying with you?" Cynder asked nervously as she flew beside Spyro.
"He probably won't, but you don't have to listen to him anyways." Spyro replied calmly.
Cynder nodded her head in agreement, and prepared herself to deal with Sparx. The two dragons landed in front of a small building, and walked through the door.
A large earth dragon turned his head to look at the dragons entering, and his eyes widened in shock.
"Spyro, Cynder!" Terrador called out. The mighty earth dragon leapt up from where he rested, and marched to where Spyro and Cynder stood.
"You're alive…" the earth guardian murmured in awe. Tears of relief filled his eyes, and he hastily wiped them away.
"It's great to see you again…" Terrador stated.
"It's great to see you again to Terrador." Spyro greeted.
"Terrador!" Cynder greeted enthusiastically. The black dragoness darted to Terrador and nuzzled him. Terrador rested his head on top of Cynder's.
The two dragons broke apart as a voice interjected in to their conversation.
"Well I see that the purple dragon has returned."
"Hello Cyril." Spyro greeted. Cyril nodded his head in acknowledgement to Spyro's words before speaking to Terrador.
"Should we show it to them now?" Cyril asked.
"I was hoping we could let them rest for a bit…" Terrador growled.
"They have no time for rest!" Cyril snapped, "They must see it immediately, it is unnatural!"
"Well, looks like we have to save the world again." Cynder muttered.
Cyril flicked his tail, signaling for Spyro and Cynder to follow him. The young dragons followed the ice guardian until they entered a room that was filled with eggs.
"Where did they all come from?" Cynder gasped in astonishment.
"They came from various dragon realms, these eggs are the only one's left." Terrador replied somberly.
A single tear fell down Cynder's cheek, and she hastily wiped it away.
"Look here!" Cyril ordered, pointing to a basket with three eggs in it. Spyro and Cynder gasped as they saw the egg in the center of the basket. The egg they saw was dark purple.
Author's notes: what's this? Can it be? A story that isn't Skylanders related. Pretty much… So yeah considering this story revolves around Malefore, guess who the egg is.
