Remember Me

by Foowd

Spyro the dragon sacrificed himself to end Malefor's evil and to restore the realms to their former glory. At least that's what everyone thought. In truth he's spent 17 years earth time believing he was a human named Jason Allen, but now another threat looms over the horizon, and it is time for the purple dragon to return home. Can he recover his memories and stop this threat?

1. Prologue

Author's Note:

Hello you, I'm back once more to scar your brain with another one of my psychotic ramblings I call a story, today's tale is an idea I've had buzzing in my brain since before I even started posting on FanFiction. This is probably gonna be a short story while I iron the kinks out of the other one I have planned.

This is probably gonna be more of a somber tale, but it will still have humor in it because it's me. I don't think anyone's quite done what I'm about to do. And if they have, well I won't tell them if you won't. *Shifty eyes*

Spyro the Dragon and his little friends are © Activision. Not me, I'm just some random loser from the sticks.

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Prologue:

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It was over, Malefor was gone, and the world was put back together again. I had opened my eyes and looked upon the empty field in front of me. The sun was bright and the birds were chirping their happy tunes. For once in my life, there was peace...

But of course, it was at a cost, Spyro was gone, I couldn't see him anywhere, I had foolishly hoped I'd see him running to me, a smile upon his purple face, but no, he wasn't anywhere to be found.

A final thing for Malefor to take from me, the first dragon to ever show me true kindness, just another victim of my mistake. Why must the innocent always pay the price? I cried to myself, wishing it was me who died instead of him.

"Cynder? Cynder what's wrong? Where's Spyro?" I heard a voice ask me, I looked up to see Hunter kneeling over me. I could see the three remaining guardians standing behind him.

I tried to keep myself together so I could give them a solid answer. "He... he... he's gone... he sacrificed himself to repair the realms. It's all my fault..." I said unable to keep from breaking down in guilt and sadness. The others shared my sorrow over losing a dear friend.

Volteer then stepped forward. "It's going to be alright Cynder, you should know a dragon never truly dies, he's out there somewhere, watching over us all." Volteer told me trying to comfort me. But it didn't change the fact that he died because of me...