Chapter one

A purple dragon watched in the distance. His yellow and orange wings stretched out. His purple eyes fixed on something way beyond the sky, past the clouds, over the sunset. It's been four years now, since the Dark Master, Malefor, has been destroyed. After he awoken, the dragon set out to destroy the world of the dragons. The purple dragon chuckled to himself, it seemed not too long ago he started out on this journey. Facing many enemies and battling bosses. Meeting the dragon of his dreams, his best friend and loyal companion. Cynder.
She started out to be a killer. Controlled by the Dark Master. Stealing the Dragon crystals in order to bring him back. But once defeated, the dragoness turned out to be just like the purple dragon.
It all started from there.
"What are you laughing at Spyro?" A mature female voice was heard. The purple dragon, Spyro, turned around and smiled seeing a young black dragoness with eyes like ice. Her silver horns sharp as thorns, and her blaze-like tip of her tail as deadly as her poison breath.
"Oh nothing Cynder," Spyro smiled. "I was just thinking about what had happened and how far we've come."
"Yeah, besides Sparx complaining." The dragoness joked.
Spyro nodded his tail swaying. At age of 17, both Spyro and Cynder really haven't changed much in looks. Though they have gotten taller and more mature.
Sparx however, not so much. The dragonfly was Spyro's best friend, and adopted brother. When they were in their eggs, Spyro washed apon their parents. Before Spyro knew what he truly was, he always thought himself as a dragonfly. He still does a little to this day but he doesn't show.
Shaking drew Spyro back to reality and he realized, the ground was moving. It cracked under Cynder and he shoved her out of the way. The black dragoness fell with a large thud! She quickly threw her head up and screamed as Spyro disappeared under her.
Cynder quickly ran toward the hole but was forced back by something unknown. She was worried and scared for her friend, and mate.
"Spyro! Spyro can you hear me!" She shouted. "Spyro!"

"Cynder. Ah, Cynder. My little pet. Your dragon, will never hear you again." It was a voice Cynder knew well.
It was the voice. Of Malefor himself.