"Am I dead?" Spyro thought to himself, not sure if life still resonated within the purple dragon's body. "What did she say?!" The rebirth of the world could only mean 2 things: Through fire or peace. Spyro chose peace, defeating the one who chose fire, malaefor. "What is this thing on my body? Is it a fallen branch?" Spyro questioned his current surroundings. "I'm done with questions!" Spyro exclaimed in a hoarse, broken whisper. It was enough to wake himself up as well as the "Branch".
"Stupid! Wake up sooner!" The branch shouted with tears in her eyes and joy over his scarred and bruised body. "I'll get help!" The branch exclaimed with panic in her voice. With a hoarse voice, Spyro was able to grab the branch and say her name. "Please don't leave me, Cynder. What did you say in the core?" Cynder, once his adversary, now partner, friend and hero sobbed the answer he was looking for. "I love you, Spyro." She gave him a hug that emanated with happiness. "Never leave me, Cynder." Spyro sobbed. He could now feel life had sparked back inside of his purple frame.
"If you aren't wet with my tears yet, it looks like it'll rain soon." Cynder spoke up over their intoxicated happiness. "Can you carry me? I don't think I can walk." Spyro mentioned. With no hesitation, Cynder picked her newfound love and carried him over to a cave to take shelter from the oncoming rain. "Now I'm tired." Cynder exclaimed with a sigh. "If you like, you can use me as a cushion." Spyro expressed with a yearning to get to know his new love.