A/N: I had found a picture on DeviantART that made me feel really depressed. I couldn't stand the grief, so I poured out a story based on the picture, and made a good ending to it to put my heart at ease. Now, whenever I look at the picture, I see the ending of my story, and I feel happy instead of pain. Hopefully you'll feel happy at the end of this too.

Spyro's Passing

"Spyro!" Shouted Cynder as she looked at the sky. Spyro was completely scratched up and bloody. His wings were even ripped in a few places. He was fighting a group of Dread wings that had ambushed them on their way to Warfang. Cynder was being restrained by a large number of them on her. Spyro kept breathing fire and lightning at them, but he never saw the one coming up behind him.

"Noo!" shouted Cynder, as she blasted the Dread wings surrounding her with a wind attack. She quickly swooped into the air to help, but was once again restrained by more Dread wings tackling her. She could only watch in horror as the lone Dread wing chomped into Spyro's neck. He roared in pain as he hurled the bat into a nearby rock. Cynder blasted all the Dread Wings around her and tried to speed towards him, but it was too late. Spyro started to sway in the air before finally rocketing towards the ground. She quickly swooped down and caught him before he hit the ground. Before the remaining group could react, she unleashed her poison breath, and they all dropped to the ground and slowly died of poison. Cynder landed and set Spyro down. Her eyes were swelling up with tears.

"Spyro, it'll be all right," she said as she nuzzled him.

"We can get you to a doctor, you can be healed."

"Cynder. Spyro said weakly, "It's too late. I think this is it for me." His breathing was getting slower and slower.

"Please Spyro." Cynder's tears were flowing down her face. "Don't do this to me."

"Cynder… Spyro's eyes started to twitch. "I… I lo…ove…you…" Spyro's eyes closed. His breathing stopped. Cynder was horrified.

"No…"She shook Spyro, trying to wake him up. She slapped his cheeks a few times. He lay still.

"No!" she began to well up with sorrow and agony inside.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" She shouted as hard as she could. She began to sob on his body and hug it as her emotions poured out. No one else had been there that night, but if they were, they could have seen Spyro's face for a split second near the crescent moon, a tear falling from his eye.

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