Please do not judge my writing this is my first time. Please enjoy and write some helpful words of wisdom but know this is my first
Chapter 1
Introduction narration
It's disturbing life as most call it. Life is the edge of a precipice that hung over the endless void of death. Life is what keeps most looking away from the edge and looking to the possibilities waiting. Now all it takes is the right approach and you can achieve everything you want, but some people have a hard time doing that like a young dragon named Spyro.
He remembered in the back of his mind as he lay in the meadow unconscious, all the events leading up to the final show down with Malefor as if his life was flashing before his eyes. It was all unclear to him since his main focus involved the screeching headache that plagued his mind. He remembered vaguely but repeatedly in his mind the final words his companion and friend Cynder had said to him before he released his Dragon Time and Rage to pull the Realm back together. He doesn't know what she said but it meant something to him and he was going to find out.
Secretly he also had something to confess to her, and then it hit him he didn't know if she had survived. That last daunting thought released his conscious mind as he slowly drifted awake. He found himself in a field on a strange rock formation and realized it wasn't natural it was the effect of his Dragon Rage combined with Dragon Time which warped the rock. He then noticed a trail of blood and soft moans of pain. He followed the trail afraid of what he might find.
What he saw wrenched his heart right out of his chest. What lay before him was the twisted and broken body of Cynder. The warp in time and space had done its toll on the young dragoness, for she was at the epicenter of an immense force of power. She lay crippled barely holding on to life though she wished it would end sooner and the pain would cease. She wailed in pain with every desperate breath. Spyro felt his heart break in every possible way, think of what he had done to poor Cynder.
Spyro POV
"What have I done to you!" he sobbed as he watched her eyes begin to focus on him. He sat by her twisted body and cryed when he heard a voice speaking to him.
"Don't…blame yourself…Spyro it was to happen…..and look at what you accomplished,…..you saved the entire realm and…..all who lived on it at what….the cost of a demon" she spoke in short bursts as her body wracked in pain.
"Don't talk like that Cynder that was the past now we have to look towards the future" he replied to her trying to keep those daunting thoughts away from her weakened mind
"Your right…but I have already spent my life…and have nothing to look forward…..to" She said to him as her life ever so slowly flowed from her.
Her eyes drifted close as she neared the end. Then as Spyro sobbed he heard a voice calling to him. He turned and saw none other than Ignitus who though took a different appearance as the Chronicler.
"Spyro there is no need for sorrow that will come at a later time for this is not her final hour, she will live to die another day and the answer to how she would live as I know you are thinking and the answer lies beneath your feet" the Chronicler stated with a reassuring certainty. "Dammit I'm speaking in riddles again" he fumed and vanished
HA HA thought this was going to be one of those serious fanfictions think again
"Hmmm the answer lies beneath my feet he thought" he thought to himself. Then it hit him. "Of course!" he exclaimed and began digging with all his might searching everywhere for his desired item, then he spotted something glittering in the wall and knew that it was the answer to his problems.
