Disclaimer: I don't own Spyro or anything related to Spryo. First story. Review as bad as you want, but leave a good reason.
Spyro could feel the soft ground below his side. He could smell the fresh air. He could taste the saliva. The only thing wrong was, he couldn't see a thing. Pitch black. He started to panic, thinking, "Will I ever see again?"
After a minute or two, he began to notice light again. It came slowly, his vision. After another minute, he could see just fine. He was in a place he didn't recognize. It was similar to The Valley of Avalar, but no river or village. He began to explore the area. He saw stunning rock formations, huge lakes, and flat grasslands.
Then, memories smashed into him like a wrecking ball. He fell over, clutching his head from the burst of everything he has been through. The pain seemed to last an eternity.
When an "eternity" was over, he realized something. Where was Cynder?
Spyro flew around frantically, trying to find Cynder. He searched until nightfall. He couldn't find the black dragoness in the night, so he made a little fire, so that if Cynder was anywhere near, she would find him. He fell asleep.
Cynder woke up in the night. She was too weak to move. She could see a little light in the darkness. Spyro was next to the light. She forced herself up, but fell down from dizziness. She managed to whisper "Spyro," before she passed out.