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The Spyro and Cynder Adventures: Eternal Slumber

Chapter 1: The End of Days

Cynder opened her emerald eyes and she peered out at her surroundings. She had to close her eyes again because of the bright light that was now cascading into her bright green orbs. Memories came flooding back into her head. She and Spyro had just defeated Malefor. Spyro had reformed the world. The Dragon Realms were back into the way that they were supposed to be.

And...she had confessed her feelings to the purple dragon. Had he heard her? Did he feel the same way? She couldn't be sure, but she would ask him later.

She smiled at the bright landscape around her. The landmasses were taking longer to reform than she had expected, some of the reforming continents still drifted apart in floating clusters of islands. However, most of the planet had reconnected and it looked lke the rest were slowly but surely doing the same. The sun was shining much brighter than Cynder remembered, with its light cascading down from the cosmos like a solid ray.

She was in a small clearing surrounded by a light forest; the black dragoness could see a few hundred yards in each direction and outside of the small forest. To the north was a small stream that was cascading from the north to the southwest. Rocks impeded the movement of the powerful onrush of the water, but the force of the clear stream just went around and powered on through. The small body of water was not very large, it only looked to be a few yards across at its maximum width. The water issued a small rushing sound as the light droplets scraped across the rocky surface of the stream. It was soothing and relaxing to Cynder. She hadn't seen a peaceful stream like this since she had been to the Valley of Avalar.

A slight breeze swept through the trees and chilled Cynder's surroundings. She wasn't cold, though, the bright sun warmed the land more than she remembered. Had the sun become even brighter since Spyro had reformed the world? Had the Realms somehow...moved towards the sun? There was way to be sure about it.

The black dragoness stood up and inspected her body, checking for any wounds. Her black scales were unscathed, and her magenta colored underbelly lacked scrapes and bruises as well. The dark black scales and magenta membrane on her wings had been left untouched as well. Her horns and claws had been dulled, but that was due to all of the fighting. Finally, she brought her obsidian tail up to her face and inspected her tail blade. It was also very dull. Cynder didn't care. She was blessed to be alive.

She smiled and looked up at the rising sun, pondering what had just happened to her and…Spyro. The smile quickly turned to shock, as she realized that she didn't see Spyro in her immediate surroundings.

"Spyro! Where are you?" Spyro!" She shouted as she ran through the trees around her, running in every direction and looking for the purple dragon.

"Spyro!"

She stopped by the small stream not far from where she had woken up and looked both ways. He wasn't in either direction of her view, and he wasn't in the water either. Cynder quickly turned back around and ran back into the trees, still shouting the dragon's name.

"Spyro!"

She was starting to lose hope. Where could that purple dragon have gone? She stopped in the middle of a large clearing. Tears began to fill up in her eyes. She couldn't lose him…not after everything that they had been through together. Not after what she had told him...

"I love you." She thought.

Then, there was a speck of purple that she saw in the corner of her eye.

She quickly turned to her left and saw a figure lying on the ground. The figure had all purple scales, a golden underbelly, horns and claws. The dragon's golden and orange wings set in behind it, tattered and broken on the ground. Its golden scepter shaped tail lay behind it, slumped over in a coil-like form. There was only one dragon that it could be.

"Spyro!"

Cynder ran over to the dragon and inspected him.

He wasn't moving.

"Spyro! Wake up! It's Cynder! Spyro, please!" Cynder shouted at the motionless figure spread out in front of her. Tears were streaming down her face at this point, terrified at the lack of movement in Spyro's body.

Cynder went around the front side of Spyro's body and put a paw on his neck, feeling to see if he had a pulse.

Spyro still lie there, not moving.

"Please...come back to me. I can't lose you..." She whispered.

Cynder put her paw up to his neck and then quickly turned away, tears still pouring down her face.

There was no vibration in Spyro's neck or his heart.

"...Spryro?" Cynder whispered.

A/N: Great cliffhanger, right? :D Just to clarify, the story WILL continue from here. The next few chapters should come within the next few weeks, but I am finishing up school at the moment and may not have time during the week to type. Expect these to come out on the weekends as opposed to weekdays. And for those of you that are worried about Spyro…wait until next time! :D

One last thing, please drop me a review and tell me how I'm doing. I'm still a developing writer, so praise and criticism alike would be great!

See you all later!

Best Regards-UO

Update: 5/24/13-I removed the summary of the end of the game due to it being a turn-off for some of my readers. This brought the total word count down, for those of you wondering why this chapter looks so much shorter than the rest.