The Legend of Spyro: too peaceful...
"What is this!" cried Malefore's deep multi-toned voice in surprise as several ghostly spirits pulled him into the crystal he had been standing on. Spyro and Cynder hovered warily nearby, watching as the Ancient Horror's paw made one final, desperate attempt at clawing for freedom, before being sucked into the crystal to be banished by the Ancestors for all eternity. They were in the centre of the splitting, crumbling earth, Spyro watched the devastation Malefore had caused worsen around him, they had failed to kill the Destroyer, merely stalling its journey around the earth, it had completed the ring of destruction and slid back into the volcano. The voice of the now deceased fire guardian Ignitus spoke into his thoughts, 'when a dragon dies, he does not truly leave this world, his spirit lives on, binding itself with nature, offering hope for the future…'. Now better understanding his place in the world, Spyro began to bind himself with the earth, using his powers to connect each and every rock to the other, the powers caused the fragments of the earth to pull back together, slotting into their original places, all attracted to ghostly remains of Spyro's powerful outburst at the centre of the earth. The two young dragons had escaped the colliding rocks, with mere seconds to spare.
Four years later…
The great cracks and abyss's that had formed when the earth had split where slowly merging, healing as the heat and pressure caused the rock at the cracks to partially liquefy, 'gluing' the earth back together again… slowly….
Meanwhile… The purple dragon tapped his claws against a wooden deck and inhaled the salty air, he was on board a cargo ship. Something had drawn him to it, he was unsure what, but with nearly three years experience of solitude, besides the company of his dragonfly brother, he had learnt to trust his instincts over anything else. He snarled silently and retreated into the shadows as he heard footsteps approach, the dragonfly followed, dimming his glow as much as he was able, a skill he had learnt in order to remain by the secretive dragon's side. Surprisingly to Sparx, Spyro had remained on board the ship for the most if its voyage since it set sail several weeks ago. There was clearly something that caught the dragon's interest here, often when he had thought they found what 'it' was, they had found nothing that interested Spyro, but yet he remained, often pacing after their many failed searches muttering to himself "it's got to be here... I felt it… I HAVE to find it..." Whatever 'it' was, they weren't leaving without it.
A cheetah guard patrolled into view, Spyro's purple scales bristled, he knew they had a keen sense of smell, it would only be so long before he would be discovered. And he most certainly did not want any witnesses, nonetheless there had been some, they had not lived for long though, he had made certain of that much. So he did not linger in any place longer than was necessary, if word got back to the commander of his where-abouts on board (though they were aware of his presence) they would begin to search in full force. He could not afford a retreat now, not when he was so close to the source of his mental distress... those sleepless nights and those disturbing dreams… when he had boarded the ship, the dreams stopped, and he could rest peacefully. He knew there was no great evil in this world anymore, in fact there was very little evil at all, and this is what unsettled Spyro greatly. His job was not over, his job was to restore balance to the world, not to take sides.
The cheetah guard unsheathed his sword, he had caught Spyro's scent, and by now, it was well known to the guards, though only ever found in faint traces to most of them, this would be the first time this guard caught Spyro's full scent, and the last. Leaping out into the open, Spyro grasped the Cheetah's leg with his jaws dragging him into the shadows, with a flick of his tail he disarmed the cheetah and covered the guard's mouth and nose with his paws while he bit into his furry throat. The cheetah gave a muffled cry of pain before convulsing several times, thirty second later, he fell limp in the purple dragon's arms. Spyro warily poked his head out of the shadows and scanned his surroundings for any presence, they were presently alone. Picking up the guard's limp body in his jaws by the torso, he cautiously made his way towards the edge of the ship. He then tossed the cheetah's body overboard and then piled rope over the bloodstains where he had bitten the cheetah's throat, though he had tried his best to stem the bleeding and avoiding blood dripping onto the deck (by sucking the blood from the wound and licking away the blood that streamed between his toes when he applied pressure to the wound).
Several hours later that night, the Cheetah's absence was noticed amongst the fellow guardsmen, perched nearby atop one of the many giant silos, Spyro groomed himself, listening to their conversations. "It's that blasted purple dragon again!" Spat one guard, "Yeah, we've lost twenty of our crew to him already this week! Why should Sparrow's disappearance be any different!" snarled another "I think that battle with Malefore knocked a few screws loose in his head" snorted the first guard. The purple dragon's scales bristled at the very mention of that name, tendrils of smoke escaped his nostrils as he began to dig his claws into the silo in anxiety. 'Ignore them, Spyro,' Sparx's voice echoed in his mind, their bond had become so strong that they could communicate telepathically, even from great distances. ' It's not worth revealing yourself now and losing everything...' The purple dragon sighed, watching his companion 'You're right... but when I find what I'm looking for, I'll torch this boat...' The dragonfly nodded in response, 'Do what you must...'