After days of long waiting (yeah right...), here it is, the first book in the series: Spyro and the Real World!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Spyro characters.

Prologue: What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

It had been three months since Spyro and Cynder had defeated the Dark Master. Spyro and Cynder were both glad that they had defeated him, however, they were both tired from fighting all day and night.

"Come on, Cynder," Spyro shouted, "It's not that far to Warfang!"

"I know, Spyro," Cynder wheezed, "but we haven't rested in days!"

"Okay," Spyro said. "We can rest for a few minutes."

Spyro and Cynder landed very gracefully. They walked around on the grass and hunted a doe down. While they were eating, something was on Spyro's mind.

"Cynder?" Spyro asked.

"Yes?" Cynder replied, with a mouth full of food.

"At the planet's core, did you..." Spyro couldn't finish the sentence.

"Did I what?" Cynder asked, with a querying look on her face.

Spyro steeled his courage. "Did you say...? Did you say...? Did you say 'I love you'?"

Cynder thought for a moment, then planted a kiss on Spyro's cheek. Spyro blushed red with embarrassment. "Does that answer your question?"

Spyro was still blushing. "I guess... so."

Cynder laughed and took off. "Bet you can't catch me!"

Spyro stood up. "You just challenged the wrong dragon." He took off and flew up to Cynder. "Why don't we race to Warfang?"

Cynder nodded. "You're on."

"Okay," Spyro said. "321 go!" Then he took off, leaving Cynder in a daze.

Cynder recovered and laughed again. "Hey, no fair!" She giggled and followed Spyro closely.

A couple minutes later, Spyro arrived at Warfang. Soon after, Cynder landed, however, she didn't look where she was going.

"Mmmppphh," Spyro said, crushed by Cynder's weight.

"Whoops, sorry Spyro," Cynder said, and then flashed him a wink. "I guess we're even for you starting early."

"Yeah, I guess," Spyro grumbled as he shakily stood up. "What do I win?"

"You win a kiss from your favorite dragoness," Cynder replied and kissed him. Spyro blushed for the second time.

"Cynder?" Spyro asked.

"Yes, Spyro?"

"What are we going to do now that we're done fighting Malefor?" Spyro asked.

"Hmmm... that's a good question." Cynder thought. "Why don't we go on a vacation?"

"Really?" Spyro gasped. "I haven't been on a vacation in years!"

"That's because we've been trapped in a crystal for three years," Cynder giggled. "Just think about it, we can go someplace romantic, and do something interesting!"

"I suppose," Spyro said, feeling better. "After all, what could possibly go wrong?"

Little did the dragons know that their vacation would go very wrong...

And that's the prologue for you. I will not update every week because I actually have a life (yeah, I can see the surprised looks) and I'll post them when I'm ready, so no whining about the next chapter. I'll accept creative and helpful criticism. I will ignore flamers, so don't try. That's it for now.

~spyropik