Legacy of Spyro: Forever and Always

By: VanishingPointRacing

Now updated to chapter content now, sorry for the first one, I've learned how this publishing works!

Also reminder, I do not have internet at home so will be awhile before I publish anything else.

This story is dedicated to my closest friend who was like a sister to me who inspired me to write and to whom I love and miss dearly.

Lauren Blaine Pauly

Prologue

She was beautiful, the dragoness of pure beauty in his eyes. Her eyes were the most beautiful green imaginable. Like emeralds, her eyes shown like the stars which she gazed upon next to him. He examined her beautiful, seductive body. Her black coated body shone brightly in the moonlight. Her ruby colored chest scales shown like the stars as her eyes locked onto his. His heart skipped a beat as she smiled towards him.

She noticed him smile in the moonlight as she examined him thoroughly. His purple, glossy coat seemed to be more of a dark purple color rather than the known bright purple. His yellow-gold chest scales seemed to fade to a dull color just like his eyes. The purple color in his eyes seemed to be darker than the friendly purple she was accustomed to. She examined his front and rear legs, strong muscles set her senses ablaze as she then looked to his wings which were neatly folded to his sides.

He then noticed how close his tail was to touching hers; one small movement would cause a brief moment of contact of both tail blades. He was known for his bravery, the bravest dragon to live among the world. He glanced back to see her nudge closer towards him, his heart fluttered with the race of attention. His blood began to rise as she placed her tail blade onto his.

He felt his chest go numb with love as his heart felt like it was floating. "Cynder, you know what today is right?" the purple dragon asked the dragoness.

"Three years since the fall of Malefor, isn't that right Spyro?" Cynder answered who had to think about it for a moment's time.

"Something else happened that day though; I've wanted to ask you this for a while know Cynder." Spyro said, stammering at the end of his sentence.

Spyro had held in his feelings for Cynder, he began to show affection for her when the Well of Soul was destroyed. Spyro looked towards the ground in dismay; he couldn't bring the courage he once had to tell her how much he loved her. She looked towards him and noticed his change in appearance. "Spyro, are you ok?" Cynder asked, she was dying for him to ask her if she loved him. She loved him with a burning passion; she would do anything for him. She knew that they were meant to be together, she yearned for his love and she would kill for his love. She just wished he would ask her soon.

She had other dragons try to be with her only to be shot down by her saying, "I'm already in love." Cynder couldn't last forever though with Spyro doing this to her. Just then, Spyro tackled her to the ground, making the pair roll down a small slope. Fireflies lit the area around them. She was howling in laughter as Spyro ended up being on top of her. As he gazed upon her beauty coated eyes the thought of her being in pain due to him being atop of her crossed his mind. As he began to get off of her she grabbed his paw and said, "No, please don't go, stay with me please."

Spyro couldn't believe what was happening. He whispered to her with a smile on his face and with tears of joy rolling down his cheeks, "I love you Cynder, how much is your love?" Cynder couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Nothing, my love isn't for sale." Cynder said to Spyro, still holding onto him.

Spyro looked disappointed as he said, "Oh, I guess that is a no then?"

Cynder's eyes widened and shot back, "No, Spyro it's not."

Cynder had tears of joy streaming down her face as she pulled him closer, Spyro couldn't feel his feet. She wrapped him in a kiss and whispered, "You've always had my love. You just never asked if you could have my heart." Spyro couldn't stop crying as he bent down to give her a kiss. Just before their lips touched Spyro was awakened with Cynder shaking his side.

Chapter One: Season of Passion

He awoke, sourness in his mouth sensed irritation to his brain as he swallowed a mouth full of saliva to extinguish the taste, it failed. As he shook from his sleep he noticed the black dragoness Cynder standing to his side. He sat up from the large bundle of leaves and fluff grass and looked towards Cynder and said, "Am I still dreaming?" Cynder couldn't help but to smile as he looked towards her and said, "My head feels like someone hit it with a rock."

Cynder then noticed the dried blood around the back of Spyro's head and said, "Spyro what happened last night? I can see blood behind your horn."

In shock, Spyro wiped his paw behind his head and said, "I don't know, I do remember everything before the fall of Malefor and what you just told me, but everything else is a blur." Cynder tucked his head down to her chest to examine the wound.

She could feel him breathing deeply as she licked the wound clean and said, "This had to have happened last night on your way home because this wound is dry and beginning to heal nicely." Spyro then stepped into the morning light. Cynder then noticed a few cuts along Spyro's sides and said, "Spyro look at your sides, you have cuts everywhere!"

Spyro examined his body; he saw small still bleeding cuts and scrapes all along his body as he cleaned the dirt covered wounds. Cynder then said, "Lets head to Warfang and get you to a Healer, just in case if there is any severe damage done to your insides." Spyro nodded his head as they both opened their wings and flew toward the dragon city. Hours passed as the two touched down to Warfang and made their way to the nearest Healer; little did they know an evil presence was among the land.

Malefor, the purple dragon of darkness had died but had somehow returned to the world; the Guardian dragons sensed this presence. Spyro's spinal fins stiffened as the elder female dragon Healer rubbed a warm cream along the several cuts and bruises. "What has happened to you young one?" the Healer asked Spyro as she rubbed a healing cream over the wound on his head.

"I'm not really sure, everything's a blur to me," he began. "I remember flying back to my cave when the storm began to pick up, I was thinking about someone important if I remember right. Then I saw a big flash of light and everything went black."

Cynder stood beside him, puzzled by what had happened. "Something does not feel right," Spyro said as he stood up. "I feel a disturbance in the world, some sort of unexplainable darkness." Cynder couldn't understand what he was talking about. Later that night among the plains the two were talking about what had happened to him, he couldn't decide what to believe. Did lightning hit him or could have another dragon somehow do this to him? Spyro was least concerned about what had happened to him, what he really wanted to remember was what he was thinking about before the accident.

Spyro then began to think of Cynder and him and how close they've been for the past five years as he thought to himself, "You do remember what she said before you reconstructed the world. She said that she loved you, but that was three years ago when she said that. I highly doubt she loves me like that anymore though, it's been too long." Spyro half frowned to this thought as he made sure Cynder didn't notice his facial expression.

He couldn't remember, was he thinking about Cynder and how much he loved her? Or was he thinking about if Malefor could somehow return from death? He couldn't remember. He observed Cynder in the night. He thought to himself, "Oh help me, she is so beautiful." He yearned for her body, he wanted her to take her tail and wrap it around his. Then, it hit him. Before the accident he wanted to marry her and he was thinking about it seconds before the incident. He couldn't stand going through day after day with her beauty next to him and not being able to have her. Spyro thought of what he might say to her to break the ice between them. Then, he thought of saying something like, "Cynder, I remember what I was thinking about. I remember everything that had happened!"

Spyro thought over the plan as it began to unravel in his mind. He could see Cynder looked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed as tightly as she could and say, "Oh Spyro this is wonderful news!" After that, Spyro just let his imagination flow freely.

His heart ached for more of her love. "I love you with all my heart Cynder; I would never let anything happen to you." Spyro said in a whisper while he stroked the back of her head and neck. She yearned for his love in marriage; she could feel the moment rising between them. She knew this was her special night.

She tackled him and they both tumbled down the side of the hill, wings and tails entangled with one another. They both came to a stop with Spyro among the top of her. Her eyes show a brilliant green while his shown with the most beautiful purple imaginable. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he placed his feet under her arms, next to her hips, he couldn't control what he said next. "Cynder, will you be by my side forever? Will you marry me? Together we could do or go anyplace we desire." Cynder blushed as she cried heavy tears, she finally got through to him.

"Spyro I would die for you, marriage is no question. Yes I will marry you!" Spyro smiled so widely that his cheeks began to hurt. Tears flowed down his face as he kissed her. He pressed his lips firm against hers as she returned the tension. He couldn't feel his legs when they broke from their kiss, he felt as light as air. He wanted her in his arms forever. He rethought over his plan as he thought it was fail proof. He opened his mouth to begin his speech when suddenly; the words wouldn't fall from his lips, he felt small and weak. He couldn't even utter a word. Then he felt the clinching feeling in his chest, cowardliness.

"No, not now, please!" Spyro said in his mind, he cursed himself for not being able to say the words he so desperately wanted to speak. Instead, Spyro managed to say, "Are you having a good time?"

Spyro cursed himself on the inside for what was happening. "Yes Spyro, I am. Being with you is always an adventure." Cynder said while she moved closer towards him, this action made his chest clinch even tighter. Was he shy? Spyro had stared death in the face before and never flinched while he fought the world's most dangerous dragon, did he finally face something even he couldn't overcome himself?

"Look, Cynder, it's getting late, would you mind if I could follow you home?" Spyro asked, trying to be courteous. Cynder was confused why his attitude suddenly changed; he never asked if he would take her home due to the fact that she always said when she wanted to leave.

"Um, yes, I would love your company." Cynder couldn't understand what had gotten into him. She wanted him to say that he loved her right there and then. She yearned for his words. As the two took off and flown to each other's perspective cave Spyro stopped her when she was about ready to disappear into the blackness of her cave.

"Cynder-," Spyro couldn't finish his sentence, he shot it down quickly. Instead, he managed to say, "Would you like to later tomorrow evening to get dinner tomorrow at this place I know?" Spyro screamed at himself on the inside for being a coward.

"Yes Spyro, I would love to go out with you." As the two hugged Cynder watched him open his wings and fly towards his cave.

As she watched him disappear into the night she began to think aloud, "Why hasn't he said anything about us? I can sense he remembers me saying I love him but why won't he ask me?" the thought tore at her mind while she tried to sleep. Meanwhile, Spyro stood at the foot of his cave, cursing himself over and over again.

"You useless piece of dirt, your nothing of a dragon," Spyro shouted repeatedly towards himself. "How could you let this happen? You blew your big moment in your life you cowardly dragon! The love of your life is right in front of your eyes, how could you let her walk away like that?!" This thought saddened him. As he cried he blew a powerful fire breath attack towards a nearby boulder which melted in a couple of seconds.

He walked into his cave with weak legs as he rolled onto his pile of leaves and grass he made for a bed and drifted into a deep, nightmare filled sleep. The nightmare frightened him as he tossed and turned on his bed. In his dream, Malefor came back from the dead. He wanted blood. Fueled by revenge, he killed Cynder in his dream. Spyro became enraged and lost all control over his well-being. The power of Dark Energy flowed through his body as he ripped through Malefor. The darkness inside of Spyro consumed him as he opened his mouth and fired a powerful beam of Dark Energy at Malefor, causing him to explode into millions of tiny fragments. Spyro couldn't control himself; he saw Cynder's dead body and flew towards her.

He supported her head and began to cry, his eyes glowed a menacing bright purple while his scales pulsated with a dark, scarred purple. He let out a roar which shook large tumors through the world. Enraged, Spyro began to take his revenge upon the world, killing the Guardian dragons and whatever opponent crossed his path. Spyro screamed himself awake when he awoke from his sleep. What happened to him? Spyro looked out from his cave to the morning sun, the Valley of Avalar look beautiful to him. He then thought of Cynder.