Disclaimer- I do not own any characters associated with the Legend of Spyro games, I merely own the plot and OC's in this fic (none are in this chapter).
The Legend of Spyro: The Spirit of Darkness
Chapter 1: The Beginning of a New Age
"Well young dragon, where might you be?" Ignitus, the new Chronicler, asked curiously as he flipped through a book. Ignitus was now blue instead of his usual red and had a mantle around his neck. As he flipped through the book his eyes widened when he found what he was looking for.
"Ah, that's what's become of you eh?" Ignitus said amusedly as the book closed and flew to its place in the endless bookshelves in the temple, in which he now resided. "You are with Cynder, that's all I can ask." He commented before walking into the next room.
In a meadow near Warfang
Spyro and Cynder flew around the meadow playfully shoving each other in the air, and being careful not to hit the ground either. They finally stopped and hovered in the air with their eyes locked. Spyro was lost in Cynder's emerald green eyes as much as Cynder was lost in his amethyst orbs.
They slowly landed and Spyro gave Cynder a little nuzzle with his snout and said, "Let head back to Warfang. We need to see how everyone else fared while we were fighting Malefor;" He then changed to a sad expression, "and we need to tell them about Ignitus."
"Yeah, and we also might need to help rebuild whatever was destroyed." Cynder responded, and they took to the air again towards Warfang, where they would relate the joyous news of Malefor's defeat, and also tell the grave news of Ignitus's fate.
Warfang
In the eastern most dragon city of Warfang, everyone was busy at work rebuilding the shambled city from the battles with Malefor's army and the Destroyer.
"Captain! Has there been any sign of Spyro, Cynder, or Ignitus?" Terrador, the Earth Guardian asked.
The captain of the guards, was a mole that was a bit taller than the rest, and one could tell that he had been in battles thanks to the scars he had and the hardened expression he wore on his face. "No sir, we haven't seen them at all."
"Terrador, this worries me greatly. I would have thought that Ignitus would have returned by now." Volteer, the Electricity Guardian said at 200 miles per hour.
"As much as I would like to be calm, cool, and collected, I must admit this worries me as well." Cyril, the Ice Guardian said.
"Sir! We've spotted two figures in the air headed this way!" a watchman announced.
"Steady! We don't know if they're friend or foe." The captain said.
"Wait! They are the silhouettes of two young dragons; it's Spyro and Cynder!" Volteer exclaimed excitedly
Spyro and Cynder landed with the utmost grace in front of their elders, to which they bowed graciously. "Terrador, we have beaten him!" Cynder said.
"Yes we have, but at a great price," Spyro's head sunk, "Ignitus is dead."
Terrador, who was overjoyed to see his pupils return relatively unharmed was now grief stricken, as were the other guardians. "Come, we shall discuss our next move in the temple." Terrador managed, and then took off. No one saw the single tear that he shed for Ignitus as they followed suit.
This is my first Spyro story so I'm gonna follow someone's example and ask that you readers rate this chapter out of ten (with ten being the best). Also I can take constructive criticism, but be gentle and don't flame, cuz then I won't listen and will be less likely to check out your stories. REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!
-Ultima