The Legend of Spyro: Revenant

Prologue: The Calm Before the Storm

Spyro stood upon the cliff overlooking the large camp below. He watched in silence as the distant black smoke completely concealed the Valley from the predawn sun. It obscured the horizon, signaling the fast approaching storm, confirming his worst fears. The two humans who had described the dark enemy that now threatened the deceitfully peaceful Valley of Avalar had told tales of an enemy far more powerful than anyone, including the young dragon, had ever fought before.

It had only been seven months since his and Cynder's victory over the battle he had thought for sure would be where the young black dragon he had befriended and himself would have been killed. The thrill of winning the fight against Malefor had been quickly suppressed by the dawning realization that he too could have become what the Dark Master had, driven insane with limitless power. As snowflakes drifted lazily down from the dark heavens, and the bitter cold remained unfelt by the purple dragon as he watched the sentries making their routine rounds upon the ramparts of the massive wooden wall that divided the rest of the valley from the stone and metal barrier that the humans here jokingly referred to as the 'Dragon's Teeth', a soft voice spoke from behind Spyro.

"You might want to consider retiring for the night, Spyro."

"I can't Cynder."

"And why not?" She walked up to the purple dragon. Suddenly, she said, "Are they any closer?"

"They sure look closer."

"Piermont says we should rest up. He says that he and Randall just came back from their patrol and...well..."

"Well what?"

"He says they are quickly approaching. 4000 plus metal machines, ready to tear us to pieces."

"Why do you always have to be so negative?"

Cynder shrugged, "I can't see any good coming out of this Spyro. Those troops are way out of our league, we don't stand a chance. Their firepower outmatches us, and we're outnumbered hundreds to one. Besides, you look like you're second guessing yourself."

"I admit, I'm a little skeptic-"

Cynder scoffed.

"-but I also admit I'm kind of afraid. However, I'm not going to let fear stand in my way, you of all people should know that."

She sighed, "It'll take a miracle for us to succeed. I'm not sure about this."
"

Fear didn't stop you back in Malefor's Lair."

"I'm not afraid."

Spyro cast her an amused glance.

"Intimidated yes, but not afraid."

"As Elliot said, we either succeed, or die trying."

"I'm with you all the way I guess...at least promise me you will try to get some sleep. We're going to need all the strength we have to survive this battle, let alone reign victorious."

"I promise."

"Goodnight Spyro."

"Night Cynder."

He waited until the sound of her footsteps faded away, then returned his attention to the quickly approaching ominous black cloud.