Book 1

Prologue: The end

Terrador stared at the destruction taking place around him. Buildings crumbling to dust. Cheetahs and moles alike, running to try and find safety, only to have the ground break apart under their feet and swallow them whole. The dragons that tried to fly to safety were struck down by bolts of lightning mid-flight and lay broken on the shattered earth. Those that did make it to the fortress keep were overcome with grief for those that hadn't.

Sparx sat beside him, his head in his hands at the sight of the chaos. Behind him, Cyril and Volteer were finding beds for the new arrivals whilst hunter was organizing what supplies they had managed to salvage. The terror of the situation lay heavily on his heart. There was no hope left.

Well, almost none…

All those in Warfang who hadn't been busy with the army outside or the fires in the streets had watched the light show of the battle taking place high above the landscape. There had been much rejoicing when the temple had lost the magic holding it up. As the glow left the crystals at its base, it fell and crashed into the side of mountain. Seeing that had given them the hope that Spyro, Cynder and Ignitus might have actually been winning but, after many hours of waiting, those chances were looking slim.

"They sure are taking their time;" said Sparx, turning to look at the fiery horizon in the distance.

"I'm not sure we have a chance even if they do make it;" replied Terrador. "The damage to the world is great. It may not be able to fix itself."

At least we know they're still alive. We wouldn't still be here if they weren't, although, it may not matter anymore. The world itself can take great damage and the natural magic will make sure it pulls back together. However, you need to keep in mind; the Destroyer is called that for a reason.

"Brilliant! We survived long enough to watch everything die;" said Sparx, gesturing at the landscape around them. "You have a great way of putting me at ease." They looked back towards where the temple had fallen.

A large amount of rock fell down onto the ruins, leaving only the top dome visible. The earth guardian turned his focus to a group of moles who made it to the cave. As such, he missed the purple glow that began to pour from the top of the mountain. "Terrador?" said Sparx, suddenly losing his sarcastic tone. "Is the mountain meant to be glowing like that?" At the top of the mountain, a purple light emanated from where the temple had fallen.

"No, it shouldn't."

It didn't take long for others to notice what they were staring at. They wandered over for a better view and just sat there looking at the light.

"What do you think is causing it;" said Volteer, breaking the silence.

Sparx looked dumbfounded at the lightning dragon. "Well, i'm not an expert but that colouration should help narrow it down for you."

All they could do was watch as the light flowed over the land, covering everything it came into contact with. They just stood there watching.

"Although, what it's doing is a mystery to me;" muttered Sparx.

And it was then that they saw exactly what was happening. All around them, the earth was pulling itself back together. Trees were springing up. Ruins were coming together to form solid structures. Even the lake, which had dried up Thanks to the Destroyer's passage, was beginning to fill again.

But what startled them the most was that the injured creatures in the city were being engulfed in the purple haze and, when it finally left them, were standing there as if nothing had ever happened.

"Does this mean they did it;" said hunter, voicing the thought on everyone's mind. "Does this mean it's finally over?"

Trees were growing out of the ground at a rate never before seen without use of the nature element. The dam, despite being emptied, had been closed and was now filled to the brim. This lone figure beheld the sight as he stared out over the valley, before turning his attention to the city on the horizon. He had watched the great monster of stone attack it, only to be fought off by its inhabitants. This had been followed by the bigger monster that was the cause of his presence here. Finding himself to still be alive after all this, he was confused by what he had seen. He had been next to the dam when the two flying lizards had opened the gates. He was impressed when they flew into it and bring it crashing down moments later took it down from the inside. But then it seemed as if the world had decided to just give up the ghost. The only thing he wanted to do now was find out what had just happened.

Through all this, one thought rang out in his mind. 'Whatever the answers are, they'll be in there.' He left the cover of his cave and started towards the breach the first monster had made in the great walls.

Former Fire Guardian Ignitus sat in the central chamber of the White Isle, staring at the scroll in front of him.

"Nothing." He sighed as he placed the tattered cloth back on the pile. "All that energy they used and there's not a trace of them." Staring up at the walls around him, he felt more frustration than he had ever felt in his previous life. He had been searching through the books on the shelves surrounding the room for the past week, hoping to find a hint of where Spyro or Cynder had ended up after their fight with Malefor. The problem was he couldn't find their names in any of the transcripts other than their own, and even those had stopped writing themselves.

"How could they just disappear from history?" Ignitus bowed his head in defeat and, blowing out the candles, turned to leave the library…

And saw one still shining in the back of the room.

Frowning, he walked towards it, carefully checking the shadows as he moved. He hadn't been back here and he knew the old Chronicler hadn't left it there. However, this place was highly magical and he would have been a fool to think all its secrets had been found.

As he approached, he noticed that another book was sitting open next to it.

Curious, he pulled it towards him and read the page, then the next. When he reached the sixth page, the book slammed itself shut with a thump and floated back to the shelf. He sat as his gaze followed its passage, pondering what he had just read. Then, making up his mind, he got up, blew out the candle and walked out of the room, holding on to his composure.

However, as he reached the door, it occurred to him that no one else was present and allowed himself a shout of joy, before leaving to take up the mantle of his predecessor.

"May the ancestors watch over you, young ones."