Chapter 1: Still Alive
"You cannot defeat me! I am eternal!" Malefor shouted before letting out a strong beam of energy out of his mouth. Spyro and Cynder immediately retaliated with beams of their own, causing Malefor's beam to be deflected. As Malefor's beam got stronger, Spyro and Cynder got wearier.
"Just... hang... on!" Spyro said as he poured out all of his mana into his beam. His beam, combined with Cynder's, got stronger, and eventually overpowered Malefor's. Malefor was knocked back and fell onto purple core of the world, but he quickly got up, getting ready to attack once more. Just as he was about to attack, five spirits that took on the forms of dragons rose out of the ground.
"What is this?" Malefor boomed, confused at what was going on. The five spirits hovered over him for a split second before circling him, causing him to sink into the core of the planet. "Nooooo!" his demonic voice faded as he was sucked into the core.
Upon seeing this, Spyro and Cynder felt a nice sense of relief. However, that did not last for long. The core started shooting out purple beams, causing cracks in the earth. Spyro and Cynder quickly landed on a nearby rock.
"Spyro, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Cynder apologized. She had involuntarily used him to resurrect Malefor and needed his forgiveness. "Don't be," Spyro said, comforting her. "It's over now."
As the world continued to fall apart, they stared helplessly as the earth and stone crumbled. "So this is it..." Cynder said, with sadness written all over her. Spyro closed his eyes. "Spyro, when a dragon dies, he does not truly leave this world." Ignitus' voice echoed in Spyro's head. "His spirit lives on, binding itself with nature, offering hope for the future..."
Spyro opened his eyes. "I know what I need to do. Just get out of here, Cynder." He had a determined look on his face. "Spyro, no... You don't have to do anything. Let's just go." Cynder tried to convince him, fearing that Spyro was going to sacrifice himself for her. "Where, Cynder? There'll be nothing left! The world is breaking apart." Spyro said. "But I think I can stop it. I think I'm meant to." At this point, Cynder couldn't bear to lose Spyro. She had made up her mind. "Then I'm with you..." she replied.
After hearing that, Spyro closed his eyes and focused the last of his energy into fixing the world. He knew that he would die from using too much power, but at least he would die as a hero. He glowed a bright purple as he rose into the air and hovered there. This was it. Goodbye, everyone. He thought as he let out a small aura of energy and magic around him. As he focused harder and harder, the aura got bigger. Unfortunately, he was running out of power quick, and would not be able to fix the entire planet with his remaining energy. Just when he was starting to lose hope, he heard a soft and soothing voice whisper into his ear. "I love you..."
All of a sudden, a huge amount of energy surged through his body, so huge that he would be able to fix the world and maybe live to see it. He channeled in even more energy, and his aura got even bigger. Soon, it was big enough that it covered the entire planet in a blinding purple light. As the pieces of the world started to drift away, he pulled them back together. The rocks and ashes on the surface of the planet turned into lush greenery and grass. The volcanic mountains turned into grassy hills. It was working.
As much as he wanted to save the world, he wanted to be able to see Cynder again, even if it was for the last time before he died. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and her love meant everything to him. He wanted to die with a smile on his face. He reserved some energy for his survival, but doing this caused some pieces of the world to stay afloat, similar to the floating islands outside Malefor's lair. After he was done and the world was returned, he stopped hovering and fell onto the ground. However, this ground wasn't the hard surface of the planet's core, it was soft grass. He had somehow plunked Cynder and himself near to the Valley of Avalar in the process of saving the world.
Meanwhile, the remaining dragon guardians and Hunter came out of the entrance to the Warfang ruins to see what the purple light had been, and were shocked to see that everything was back to normal. Sparx had also come out of his hiding place and saw the world was saved. That's my brother, alright. He thought as he watched the sunrise.
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The Chronicler slowly read over the book that was in front of him and smiled. His time was up, and a new chronicler was to take over him. He noticed Ignitus' presence and turned his head to the side a little. "Be welcome, friend. I have long been expecting you," he said. "A new age is beginning... with each new age, a worthy dragon is chosen to chronicle the many triumphs and failures of that age," he explained. "This has been my duty for many millennia." He turned to face Ignitus. "And now, Ignitus, I pass this honor to you." Ignitus smiled. As honored as he felt to be the new chronicler, he was worried about what had happened to Spyro after he saved the world. "And... What of Spyro? Is he..." The Chronicler cut him off. "Hmm, that is the question, isn't it? You see, each time a dragon dies, a new page is written in this book." He said as he closed the book he was looking at and opened another one. "I've done my best, but I can't seem to find any trace of Spyro." With that, he glowed a bright blue, and passed on his role to Ignitus.
After the Chronicler disappeared, Ignitus' scales were now blue, and he now wore the same armor that the old chronicler was wearing. He was the new chronicler. He looked at the book which the old chronicler had told him recorded the deaths of dragons. "Well, young dragon. Where might you be?" He said to himself as he started looking through the book.
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Spyro slowly opened his eyes. His vision was too blur for him to see anything. Oh no. he thought to himself. I didn't use too much energy, did I? As his vision began to clear, he saw Cynder. She was sitting next to his body and had a sorrow expression on her face. She had a bunch of red crystals in her claws. "Ugh... Cynder? Is that you? OW!" A sharp pain shot through his throat. His whole body was aching from what he had just done. "Spyro?" Cynder's face suddenly lit up. "Spyro, you're alive!" She reached out to hug Spyro and put her head next to his. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, Cynder, I know you're trying to be nice, but that really hurts... ow!" Spyro said. "Oh, sorry. Here, have some of these." She fed the red spirit gems that she was carrying to Spyro. He absorbed the energy from the crystals and his body started to hurt a bit less. "Ah... much better." For some reason, Spyro's body did not seem as worn out as he had imagined it to be. After restoring some of his health with the spirit gems, he could walk and fly around like he would normally be able to. I probably saved up a little too much energy back there, but I'm alive! He thought as he flew around and did loops in the air.
Cynder just sat down and smiled as she watched Spyro fly around and jump for joy. She had found the red gems while Spyro was still unconscious. Although her body ached a bit from the battle with Malafor, she imagined that Spyro would be in much more pain than her and decided to save the gems for him.
Spyro landed in front of Cynder. "Can you believe it, Cynder? We're heroes! We saved the world!" Cynder chuckled a little. "No, Spyro. You're a hero. You fixed the world, not me." She pulled Spyro into another hug, but this time, she started rubbing her head lovingly against his cheeks and the side of his neck. Spyro started purring a little to this. It felt good for him.
After a while, Cynder snapped out of the slight trance she was in and pulled back from the hug quickly. "Sorry, I uh... wasn't really thinking..." she said uneasily. These words sunk into Spyro's head. Then, what if she wasn't thinking when she told me she loved me? Gosh, why does this have to be so complicated? He thought.
Spyro came back to reality. "Oh, er... so... what do you wanna do now? I mean, we just saved the world and all, so do you want to return to Warfang? Or do you have something else planned?" Spyro asked Cynder. She simply shrugged. Her body was still a bit painful, and she would need to use some spirit gems or rest a little before she would be able to fly to Warfang, which was a significant distance away. "My body hurts a little, so I think I'll just rest for a while. Let's go find somewhere we can get some sleep," she said.
Spyro, being the caring dragon he was, came up with a little plan. He was going to find some red gems for Cynder while she was sleeping and give them to her as a surprise. "Alright," he said. "Let's go find somewhere we can get some rest." With that, the two purple dragons set off, looking for somewhere they could find shelter at.
A.N. That's it for the first chapter of this story. I hope you enjoyed. Tell me how garbage I was in the reviews. :D
