Chapter I
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The fog was thick, he was unable to see through it or move an inch. Whispers could be heard in the background.
"Help us…"
"We need you…"
"The savior is dead…"
These were the only audible words that were in English.
"Where…am I?" He asked, "Am I inside the Earth?"
No answer, until a robed thing appeared. It had tattered robes and a long scythe.
"No," the thing replied, "You are between the living world and the dead world, you are dead,"
"I can't be dead… I have someone to go back to… I have to return to Earth!" he exclaimed.
"You decided to leave her on her own, now you have to live without her," the thing laughed, "I'm here to send you to the afterlife, enjoy your death,"
The thing laughed as it raised its scythe and prepared to swing it when it stopped.
"Why didn't you…" he asked when he was jerked backwards by his neck.
"I guess she wasn't ready to lose you," the thing said disappointed.
"I'm not done living yet," he laughed.
When he opened his eyes he was blinded by the sudden light and closed them instantly. He could hear a female's voice.
"Please don't leave me," the voice sobbed, "Wake up!"
He recognised the voice and opened his eyes and tried to ignore the blinding light.
"Is...that...you?" he asked.
The figure that he saw was very shaky.
"You're...you're...ALIVE!" She burst into tears and hugged him, "Spyro, I thought you were dead,"
"I couldn't leave you Cynder, I wasn't ready," Spyro returned the embrace.
The two enjoyed their reunion for a long while before they finally separated.
"Don't you dare ever leave me again," Cynder playfully scolded Spyro.
"Don't you dare ever let me die again," Spyro teased.
"So you really were dead? I half thought you were just trying to scare me,"
"We should head back to Warfang soon," Spyro said, no longer playful
"Why can't we wait awhile, everyone thinks we're dead anyways,"
This statement shocked Spyro.
"They all think I'm dead? I can't let them think like that for long," Spyro jumped up and got ready to run.
"You want them to just send you on another quest?" Cynder stated, obviously not wanting to say that, "I just wanted some time alone for the first time since we were in that crystal.
Spyro hesitated.
"Alone? With me?" he said confused.
"Yes, just you and me,"
"How about we spent a day here before returning to Warfang," Spyro offered.
"Alright, I can live with that," Cynder happily replied.
"Where can we stay?"
"I saw an abandoned Inn to the west, what about there?"
"Sounds good to me, let's go,"
After a five minute walk filled with Spyro describing what it was like to be dead and Cynder asking questions that were usually answered with 'I don't know' they arrived at the Inn.
"This is it," Cynder said.
The Inn was old with rock walls and a wooden roof all in perfect condition. They were barley at the door when someone with a hooded cloak ran up to them. He looked like a crazy prophet with his tattered cloak and face shaded in his hood.
"Are you Spyro?" the strange man asked.
"Yes, who are you and how do you know me?" Spyro asked.
"I am Kyno. You are in great danger, something is going to control you and make you a corrupt ruler. Cynder will try to save you but you shall cause her great pain, causing her death by your hand," Kyno explained.
This shocked Spyro and scared Cynder half to death.
"I...I will...No I won't. Everything is fine, I won't kill Cynder, I just can't," Spyro exclaimed, shaking his head.
"Belief or dis-belief, it's your choice but beware of temptations," Kyno said before running off.
"Spyro..." Cynder said worryingly.
"Don't worry about what he says, let's just enjoy are time together,"