While looking up some Spyro stuff, trying to find inspiration for my stories, I came across a video on you tube. It was Rebecca Knulbuhl's song "This Broken Soul", with the pic you see here. I fought long and hard, as a man, but couldn't help feeling sorrow, and even shedding a tear or two.

I love this dragon, and the thought of someone drawing a picture of him dead, with Cynder crying over his broken body, and him in the heavens looking down upon this horrific sight. ARRRRRRGGGGGG!

Then I thought about it, and came to this conclusion...

This Broken Soul

The night was going to be for them, that is what he told her. And as promised, Spyro and Cynder, who had spent the day within the city limits, surrounded by the crush of Spyro's fans and friends, were finally able to leave the city and stretch out their wings.

Unable to move a step without caution of trampling upon a starstruck Manweresmall or stray whelpling, the two dragons needed this time, if only to leave the confines of Warfang for a few hours. However, in hind sight, it is the first thing he second guesses.

"It was not that busy in the city...why didn't we just stay there?"

Spyro voice is soft and broken, as are his eyes. He can see Cynder, now crying uncontrollably, realizing how horribly her life has changed in an instant.

She was miserable there, as all those eyes just stared with hatred. No matter what you said, they would never trust the one that took their families and friends. But truthfully, she just wanted to be alone with you...and there was no way to know that you would find trouble so close to home.

"But it wasn't trouble...It was just stupid bad luck!"

His voice suddenly fills with rage, recalling the accident that no one could have foreseen, as both dragons never even made it out the large gate to the north.

A tense chain holding the massive counter-weight which helped open the large door, had snapped, sending it like a whip in the path of Cynder's flight.

So, You think that death was a pointless one then?

His purple eyes, blood-shot from the countless tears that continue falling, stay focused on the life and the love he leaves behind. A sight he never wanted to see, and a moment his heart could never bring itself to bear. But now, from above, Spyro witnesses his worst pain coming true.

"No...but I just wish I had done something differently," he replies, replaying the moment in his head over and over.

Even using his dragon time, the purple hero was only able to push her from the path of this steel chain, taking all the force in a defenseless position. And after thinking of hundreds of different scenarios, the same conclusion is reached.

If you did anything different...she would be talking to herself now, and you would be mourning her.

"SPYRO! NO!" Cynder cries uncontrollably, and the purple dragon feels the pain of her call ten times stronger than the impact that took the life from his body.

"I can't believe I'm leaving her alone!"

A gentle touch is applied to the purple dragon's soul, allowing Spyro to feel the love he will miss, as it is what his life was all about.

She will never be alone...you will always be within her soul...

Dozens of dragons swarm the area in seconds, as this accident was witnessed by half the city. They surround the two, staying back as Cynder continues professing her love to the one she knows saved her life on so many levels.

...and because of this bond, Cynder will never be alone for the rest of her life.

Spyro watches as the group slowly advance, consoling a dragoness they still hate, helping her to back away from the love she just lost. Her uncontrollable emotions, eased by many sympathetic voices and even more hugs.

It is shocking to him, since none of these dragons would give her the time of day, as the pain of her dark past still lingers. However, seeing the loss in her eyes, so familiar to them as well, these noble creatures realize their anger is no longer warranted.

Then it happens, a hug that sends a chill throughout the purple dragon's eternal soul, and he shows his first smile in the afterlife.

As he would with his big big brother, a little yellow dragonfly smashes full speed into Cynder's nose, holding her muzzle as tightly as he can. She places a paw softly upon his back, gently squeezing Sparx like Spyro would, and the purple dragon feels more comforted by this one act than all the rest.

"This is not what I expected to feel," he states, watching Cynder and Sparx console each other, as Spyro's lifeless body is gathered up by everyone. They honorably carry the hero of their world back home, and not a single creature is without tears.

Spyro finally raises his head high, knowing that his influence and his love will never be forgotten. However, this joy within is still confusing.

You are happy. And you don't understand why...do you?

The purple dragon nods his head, then finally glances upon the figure to his right.

"No...I don't."

A mirror image of the purple and gold dragon follows Spyro's movements, turning his head left to met his own eyes. He stares at the somber looking dragon with a smile, and places a paw upon his gold chest.

Spyro is compelled to follow his mirror, and places the opposing paw upon his spirit's chest.

A connection is quickly made and both dragons combine as one. The smile remaining upon the pair, as both Spyros hear a single voice from below.

"I promise to take care of her, brother!" Sparx yells out strong, making sure he is heard by everyone, as he knows what losing Spyro means to Cynder. He was not just her love, but her protection from the masses that want her gone.

"I will make sure she is never faulted for this, or for anything else she has done, cause I know now what this dragoness really is..." Sparx begins crying, knowing this is the last time he will truly be able to talk to his brother, and he looks at Cynder while doing it.

"...she is the other half of you!"

Cynder has finally been accepted...and now our destiny is fulfilled, Spyro remarks to himself, watching as the Guardians fall back to help Sparx comfort Cynder again, making sure the dark purple dragoness is surrounded by the only friends she has.

But then dozens more join the group, helping support this broken soul as they follow behind the hero she lost.

The Terror of the Sky is no more, and only a young dragoness who lost the one she loved remains, proving her humanity the only way she could. It is not what we wanted, but it was to only way to let her live her life without fear. A life that was stolen from birth and now returned by the one who saved her soul.

Spyro's smile remains, understanding this was the only way to accomplish a task that seemed impossible. Then as quickly as his life was taken, the purple dragon disappears from the sky, leaving behind a single solitary purple star.

But most of all, from here we can watch over her for eternity. And that is fine by me.

I truly hope you enjoyed, and are not crying as much as I was while writing. Please tell me what you think with a few words, love to know if I did a good job in making you feel as sorrowful as I did.

Thanks to NotMarge for continued support and beta work.

Also, Thanks to Dragonmaster000, HolyCross9, and Alec the Dark Angel for giving their support over the last year

This story is dedicated to the memory of my father, Anthony Carmine Parenti Jr. (4/20/36 - 2/23/83). Like Spyro...you left the ones you loved way before your time was do.