Prolouge

You can't defeat me! I am eternal!" Malefor, the Dark Master, roared. He opened his jaws wide and unleashed a wave of Convexity at the two young dragons before him.

Spyro and Cynder retaliated using their own power. The two opposing sides grappled for power. The younger dragons were already exhausted from constant battling over the past several days.

Cynder began to fall back, beating her wings frantically to keep up with Spyro.

"Just...hang...on!" Spyro cried, trying to fight back as much as possible.

Hearing his fatigued voice gave Cynder the extra push she needed. She forced more energy out and Malefor's eyes grew wide. The young dragons knocked the dark master out of the air and sent the massive dragons bouncing across a crystalline surface.
Malefor shook the stars from his head and rolled onto his feet. No one had been able to match his power up until then. He leered at the young dragons with killing intent. Spyro and Cynder braced themselves for the attack.

Suddenly the ghostly figures of the guardians rose from the crystal. Malefor looked around in surprise. "What is this?" He demanded. Spyro and Cynder glanced at each other. Neither had any explanation for the other.

The guardians dove towards Malefor. The Dark Master felt himself sink into the crystal.

"Noooo!" He bellowed. He tried to claw himself free but to no avail. Spyro and Cynder watched as he disappeared from their view and into the crystal. The surface shuddered and the crystal began to break apart.

Spyro and Cynder landed on the last remaining ground of their dying planet. They gasped heavily and Cynder staggered over to Spyro. "Spyro...I'm sorry." She shook her head sadly, tears nearly ready to spill at any given moment. "I'm so sorry."

Spyro smiled at her, though the feeling wasn't fully there. "Don't be. It's over now." All around them, the planet was disintegrating in large chunks.

Cynder looked around. "So this is it?"

Spyro sighed and closed his eyes. He began to concentrate as he heard Ignitus's voice speak to him.
"Spyro. When a dragon dies, he does not truly leave this world. His spirit lives on. Binding itself with nature. Offering hope, for the future."

Spyro's eyes snapped open. He turned to Cynder, know this may be the last chance she would have to get out alive. "I know what I need to do. Just get out of here Cynder."

"Spyro no!" Cynder protested desperately. "You don't have to do anything!" She shook her head, pleading for him not to do what she thought he was planning. "Let's just go."

"Where Cynder?" Spyro thrust his head around. "There'll be nothing left! The world is breaking apart. But I think that I can stop it." He sighed as he came to terms with his destiny. "I think I'm meant to."

Cynder stared into his purple eyes. She sighed and smiled to herself. This was the reason she admired Spyro the most. He was never willing to give up without trying.

"Then I'm with you." She nodded, determined to stay by his side.

Spyro's eyes widened as he saw how she stared at him. He closed his eyes for perhaps the last time and spread his wings wide. He felt his power flow freely for perhaps the first time ever.

Cynder smiled at him and a single tear rolled down her cheek. Spyro, as tired and worn out as he was, looked like he was completely at peace with himself. The dragoness suddenly felt at peace with herself.

She may not have another opportunity in a matter of moments.

"I love you." She whispered.

Spyro's energy flowed from his body at a rapid pace. The purple aura spread outward and formed a barrier around the broken chunks of the planet. The masses of land stopped where they were and began to draw back in towards the two dragons. As their planet began to reform itself, Cynder found the area around her and Spyro closing in. She sighed and moved closer to him, but was careful enough not to break his concentration. There was a loud crack and the crystal Malefor had been sealed in broke apart. Cynder watched as the shards were expelled from the planet, never allowing the Dark Master to be revived, ever again.

The black dragoness sighed easily as the planet soon became whole again. The only remaining light was coming from Spyro's body, but even that was beginning to fade. Cynder moved closer to Spyro and curled up at his feet and let the darkness take over.

"Cynder." The black dragoness twitched her eyelids. "Cynder, wake up."

"Spyro?" Cynder mumbled in her sleep. "Spyro, is that you?"

"It's me Cynder. Open your eyes." Cynder blinked. Her vision was blurred and it took several minutes for it to clear up. She looked up into the smiling face of Spyro the dragon.
"Spyro?" She raised her head and looked around. They sat in the middle of a grassy field surrounded by wild flowers and puffy, white clouds overhead. "What's going on? Are we dead?"
Spyro laughed. "No Cynder, we're not dead." The dragoness looked at him curiously. She had just woken up and already her head felt like it was about to explode. "You're fine. Trust me." Spyro nuzzled her slightly. "Everything is just fine."

" Come on Cyn, we should find some place to sleep for the night and then tomorrow we can head back to Warfang" Spyro said. Cynder looked at him quizzically at the sound of the nickname.

"Cyn?" She questioned. Spyro smiled at her

" You like it?" He asked. Cynder thought about it for a few seconds, then smiled and nuzzled him slightly

"I love it." Spyro smiled at her response " And Spyro … why do we have to go back so soon? Why not just live out here for a while? I mean you of all people deserve it." Spyro seemed puzzled by the request for a few seconds but finally considered it.

"Ok, we can do that, too. I just hope they don't freak out over our disappearances." Cynder giggled at the thought of Sparx losing what's left of his mind over Spyro. "Ok then … lets go." With that he lept into the air with Cynder close behind, flying off over the horizon starting their vacation.