Darkness was all he could see but yet he felt no fear just the feeling one gets when they feel no fear. Then he heard the pad, pad, pad, pad of pawsteps on stone and the occasional clicking of claws as they scraped against the ground. Then all was silent whoever was out there had stopped and then came a voice "Wakeful you are White Dragon and your path has been far now decided." Suddenly a bright white light appeared growing brighter and brighter until at last he could see his surroundings. He was in some kind of orange yellow rock and he could see the dull outline of a dragon standing in front of his prison. It wasn't his master he knew that for from the voice and pawsteps he had heard he could make out that this creature was female. A dragoness though what dragoness would have the nerve to come here to his prison he did not know. Maybe his master had sent the female to free him from his prison yes that was the most likely answer.
At that instand he heard a cracking sound and he realised that the orange yellow rock in which he was incased in was beginning to crumble and then he felt himself falling before he landed on his side with a cold hard floor beneath him. His vision was blurred so he couldn't clearly see who was in front of him. He could make out a hazy dark blue shape in front of him and a pair of amber eyes which, to him, seemed to glow as they looked at him and it was the last thing he saw for some time as before darkness engulfed him and he fell into unconscious.
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"You cannot defeat me! I AM ETERNAL!" Malefor, the Dark Master, roared with rage before unleashing a wave of Convexity at them. The pair answering with their own retaliating with all their power. The two opposing sides grappled for power. Spyro and Cynder being younger were already exhausted from the constant battling they had down over the last several days. Cynder began to fall back, beating her wings frantically to keep up with Spyro who was also starting to back down "Just...hang...on!" Spyro cried, trying to fight back as much as possible. Hearing his fatigued voice seemed to give Cynder the extra push she needed. She forced more energy out and Malefor's eyes grew wide. The young dragons knocked the dark master out of the air and sent the massive dragons bouncing across a purple crystalline surface it's colour similiar to that of Spyros' only darker. Malefor shook the stars from his head and rolled onto his feet. No one had been able to match his power up until then. He leered at the young dragons with a murderous intent in eyes while Spyro and Cynder began to brace themselves for the attack.
Suddenly from beneath him the ghostly figures of the guardians rose from the crystal Malefor looked around in surprise. "What is this?" He demanded. Spyro and Cynder glanced at each other. Neither had any explanation for the other. The guardians dove towards Malefor and the pair watched as The Dark Master felt himself sink into the crystal. "Noooo!" He bellowed. He tried to claw himself upwards and to freedom but to no avail. Spyro and Cynder watched as he disappeared from their view and into the crystal. The surface shuddered and the crystal began to break apart. Spyro and Cynder landed on the last remaining ground of their dying planet. They gasped heavily and Cynder staggered over to Spyro. "Spyro...I'm sorry." She shook her head sadly, tears nearly ready to spill at any given moment. "I'm so sorry." He smiled at her, though the feeling wasn't fully there. "Don't be. It's over now." All around them, the planet was disintegrating into large chunks. Soon there would be nothing left
Cynder looked around. "So this is it?" Spyro sighed and closed his eyes. He began to concentrate as he heard Ignitus's voice speak to him "Spyro. When a dragon dies, he does not truly leave this world. His spirit lives on. Binding itself with nature. Offering hope, for the future." Spyro's eyes snapped wide open. He turned to Cynder, knowing this may be the last chance she would have to get out alive. "I know what I need to do. Just get out of here Cynder." "Spyro no!" Cynder protested desperately. "You don't have to do anything!" She shook her head, pleading for him not to do what she thought he was planning. "Let's just go." "Where Cynder?" Spyro thrust his head around. "There'll be nothing left! The world is breaking apart. But I think that I can stop it." He sighed as he came to terms with his destiny. "I think I'm meant to."
Cynder stared into his purple eyes. She sighed and smiled to herself. This was the reason she admired Spyro the most. He was never willing to give up without trying.
"Then I'm with you." She nodded, determined to stay by his side Spyro's eyes widened as he saw how she stared at him there was fear in her eyes but it was being overuled by a look of pure courage "Really?" he asked his voice quiet "To the death" she replied her voice equally quiet like his. He closed his eyes for perhaps the last time and spread his wings wide. He then felt his power flow freely for perhaps the first time ever Cynder smiled at him and a single tear rolled down her cheek. Spyro, as tired and worn out as he was, looked like he was completely at peace with himself. The dragoness suddenly felt at peace with herself. She may not have another opportunity in a matter of moments. "I love you." She whispered.
Spyro's energy flowed from his body at a rapid pace. Then the purple aura that was surrounding him spread outward and formed a barrier around the broken chunks of the planet. The masses of land stopped where they were and began to draw back in towards the two dragons. As their planet began to reform itself, Cynder found the area around her and Spyro closing in. She sighed and moved closer to him, but was careful enough not to break his concentration. There was a loud crack and the crystal Malefor had been sealed in broke apart. Cynder watched as the shards were expelled from the planet, never allowing the Dark Master to be revived, ever again. The black dragoness sighed easily as the planet soon became whole again. The only remaining light was coming from Spyro's body, but even that was beginning to fade. Cynder moved closer to Spyro and curled up at his feet and let the darkness take over.