Introduction:

Hey Everyone! This is my first ever FanFiction so I hope I've made good first impressions with my first chapter. (There was a lot of firsts in that sentence). Sorry it's so short by the way, I wanted to get the scene from the game it's own chapter as it has such a special place in my heart. To get all of the Formalities out of the way real quick, I do not own any of the Characters out of the Legend of Spyro series. No copyright infringement is intended in any of my stories. Now that that's out of the way, I just want to tell you guys what I hope to achieve with this book and also how regularly I hope to upload new chapters. First impressions are always important and I wish to show you guys what I can do with my selection of language techniques and uses of vocabulary which hopefully some of you readers haven't heard before. I aspire to become a writer and write my own book with my own characters and I can't think of a better way to start my journey than this. Most of the information on this is on my profile. Now onto the schedule: I hope to upload a chapter every weekend as I have school and my final exams for my GCSEs are approaching fast so I need to start putting the work in. As soon as my exams are over, I will begin to upload chapters more frequently. That's it! Sorry if I waffled on for a bit there but anyway I hope you enjoy my first chapter!

Let the story begin!

Update: Hey guys, I realised I made some punctuation errors while writing it so I've fixed them. Also, I was gonna put the chronicler scene in the next chapter but it wouldn't have fitted so I put it in this one. Hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Light of a Legend

Only a few minutes after defeating Malefor, Spyro and Cynder were now in the centre of the Earth, with the entire world breaking apart around them. Spyro was set on the task he knew he had to carry out and leapt gracefully into the air. He felt a searing pain on his chest, blood flooding from his nose and his entire body felt as if it was on fire from the battle that the two dragons had a few moments earlier against Malefor. Spyro knew he had to keep going. If he was going to stop the world from breaking apart, he had to ignore the pain and push through, but there was one thing that helped more than anything. One other being in this entire world that made him feel complete, and to keep fighting; even when hope seemed lost.

Cynder.

Cynder was only metres away from Spyro, staring at the Purple Dragon in utter awe. His scales radiated with a brilliant purple light, reflecting in Cynder's emerald eyes which was what he loved most about her. His horns were gleaming with a golden ray of psychedelic colour that shone as bright as the Sun. Cynder was completely mesmerised by him. How heroic he was, how brave he was but also… how handsome he looked. Cynder quickly threw her thoughts aside and returned to the moment at paw. Spyro kept his eyes firmly shut and felt the power surge through him, building and building. Finally, with a blaze of blinding, purple light, the Dragon of Legend, with the power of the ancestors surging through him, pulled his wings ajar and blew a shockwave of power, vibrant and beautiful. Cynder, looking at her light and love, felt a few of her heart strings start to play and couldn't stop herself from saying three words which the dragoness should've said, a long time ago…

"I love you…"

Spyro blacked out with Cynder's words echoing in his head. Smiling as he imprinted an image of Cynder, smiling and laughing and Spyro being with her always. Seeing the sunrise and set, flying high in the sky and enjoying each other's company in the warm, sweet fields of Avalar. The two dragons took the idea of death willingly, knowing that they would be together forever, and no-one could tear them apart.

But the journey of these two Legendary Dragons was not meant to be decided on this dark day. For they still had much to live for…

In the Chronicler's Temple:

Many leagues away from Mount Malefor, The Chronicler, sitting on his haunches, peered into one of the many golden books he had littered on the shelves around him. A blue light, from the time glass in the middle of the room, rushed over his pearlescent scales and cloak, which glimmered like diamonds. His wings were outstretched, making him look strong and patriotic as he continued his work; scouring through one of the thousands of books. A number great enough to have served an army.

Trying to find any trace of the Purple Dragon and his Dragoness, he continued on. Turning each page and looking at it in detail, trying to find any sign of the two of them. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him and a slow but graceful smile drew across his maw. His face still glowing from the light of the book.

"Be welcomed friend..." He said in a gentle, but magnificent voice. "I have long been expecting you."

Looking in the corner of his eyes, which glimmered at every sudden movement and still with a kind, warm smile on his maw. He continued on from his previous statement.

"A new age is beginning..." he continued, still watching his guest behind him from the corner of his eye. "With each new age, a worthy dragon is chosen to chronicle the triumphs and failures of that age... This has been my duty, for many millennia."

The Chronicler stood up, the light from the temple still shining brightly on his scales; bathing the floor in his reflection. He turned to face his guest with a blissful grace to his movements. Before the Chronicler stood a magnificent fire dragon, with orange scales and strong wings, which would scare any enemy. His eyes burned with the power of a thousand flames but also had great kindness and compassion imprinted in them. He stood proud, his muscles relaxed, with a calm expression which would have tamed any harsh ocean.

"And now... Ignitus, I pass this honour to you."

Ignitus stood beside him and nodded to him gently with his tail swishing back and forth in slow deliberate movements. He still couldn't get the image of Spyro out of his head. He needed to know if the worst had happened; Spyro was like a son to him.

"And, what of Spyro?" He said with a deep and weary voice. "Is he...?"

Ignitus couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence, the thought of that being the case was too unbearable to think about. He felt a tear blossom in his eye and quickly tried to cover it up with his claw, by wiping it swiftly. The Chronicler stared back at the book he was reading prior to Ignitus' arrival and answered his question with a silky, warm tone.

"Hmm, that is the question isn't it?" He said with a chuckle. Gracefully, The Chronicler made a soft movement with his paw which brought another gold-plated book from one of the towering shelves above the two dragons. Ignitus watched in awe and took in every detail, knowing that this would be his duty in a few very short moments.

"You see, each time a dragon dies," He said opening the book which creaked as the binding wedged open, "A new page is written in this book."

Both dragons glared at it with utter interest and determination. Finding any glimmer of Spyro or Cynder would mean the worst. Ignitus knew this and tried to hide his worried expression with a reassuring smile.

"I've done my best," The Chronicler stated with weary eyes. "But I can't seem to find any trace of Spyro..."

Suddenly, The Chronicler felt a strong feeling in his mind and stretched his wings outwards - similar to what Spyro had done only minutes after defeating Malefor. The pearlescent dragon let loose a surge of light which mirrored off of the stone walls and smothering every inch of the temple in a radiated concentration of beams which gleamed like sapphire. The Chronicler disappeared. Leaving Ignitus alone, only with the company of books and his deep thoughts. He closed his eyes and, in mere seconds, Ignitus felt his entire body flow with power and wisdom as The Chronicler transferred all of his powers and knowledge to him as he passed on. The once great fire dragon, stood proud and strong as his scales gleamed a great white and gold plates ran over his arms, binding to him. Ignitus sighed with content and walked over to the book of spirits which still hovered proudly next to him.

"Well young dragon," He said with a clear and powerful voice. "Where might you be?"

Ignitus turned his gaze to one of the pages which glowed a radiant purple and stared at it with hopeful eyes. With a shimmering sensation, pictures began to emerge from the page and he saw two dragons, sleeping soundly, next to each other. One purple and the other, black and magenta. Surrounded by luscious grass and trees which watched them patiently, they slept with grace and exhaustion from the recent events that had occurred.

"Well..." Ignitus said with a satisfied grin. "It seems there is more to your tale young dragons."

"May the Ancestors look after you, May they look after us all..."

Ignitus closed the book and walked slowly over to the vision pool to begin his Chronicle story.

There we have it guys, my first chapter! I had a lot of fun writing this and hopefully you guys had fun reading it! The next chapter will probably be a lot longer than this as it is now my own story and I can do whatever I want with it so I am really excited. Who else screamed when they saw Ignitus as the Chronicler cause I certainly did! The next chapter will be out either tomorrow or next weekend, it depends how busy I am but anyway I hope you guys have an amazing morning, afternoon or evening!

And for the first time! (So excited to say this)
This is Mystic signing off...