SPYRO: ELEMENTAL LEGENDS

PROLOGUE: A LOST HERO

Spyro fought Malefor with all of his might. He put forth all his strength and will power. Malefor was strong. Almost too strong. He was beginning to think that he would not make it through this.

No, he thought, stop thinking like that. The world is depending on you.

Malefor took off into the sky, flying high above them.

"Is he retreating?" Cynder, the dragon fighting with Spyro, asked.

"No," Spyro replied, "he's challenging us."

"Then let's go!" Cynder said excitedly.

They both followed Malefor. Spyro was starting to lose his strength. He looked over to Cynder, who was gracefully arcing into a glide. As long as she is here, Spyro thought to himself, I will always keep fighting.

"You cannot defeat me," Malefor shouted as Spyro and Cynder leveled with him, "I am eternal!"

Malefor blasted them with a dark power beam called Convexity. Spyro and Cynder countered his beam with identical ones.

"Just… hold… on." Spyro said weakly, though he wasn't sure if he could hold on himself.

Malefor's beam was broken, and it rebounded back towards him. He was caught off guard, and knocked back to the ground. He stood and was ready to strike again. But then, the spirits of ancient dragons appeared around him.

Malefor was astonished. "Wh…What is this?"

Each of the spirits grabbed one of Malefor's limbs, and dragged him into the ground. The last thing Spyro and Cynder heard from him was his screams of pain.

The ground began to split apart. Even with Malefor defeated, the Destroyer had already completed its ring. The world was coming to an end.

Cynder turned to Spyro. "Spyro… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," Spyro said, "it's over."

Cynder looked around. The world was literally falling apart one piece at a time. It couldn't be over, not yet. There had to be something else that could be done. One last bit of hope to grasp on to.

"So this is it?" Cynder asked, hoping for any answer besides yes.

Spyro closed his eyes. He heard a voice that was familiar. The voice that belonged to the dragon who sacrificed his own life, so that Spyro and Cynder could survive.

"Spyro" Ignitus's voice whispered, "When a dragon dies, he does not truly leave this world. His spirit lives, binding itself with nature, offering hope for the future."

Spyro opened his eyes, is mind ringing with newfound knowledge.

"I know what I need to do," Spyro said, "just get out of here Cynder."

"Spyro, No!" Cynder replied. "You don't have to do anything, let's just go!"

"Where Cynder? There will be nothing left. The world is falling apart. But I think I can stop it. I think I'm meant to."

Cynder was about to argue, but hesitated. She couldn't argue with him, because he was right. In just a few moments, there will be nowhere to go. She looked into his eyes. She couldn't, wouldn't, leave him behind.

"Then I'm with you." She said.

Spyro didn't bother arguing with her. He focused all his power to one thing. He had to pull the world back together. This will take a tremendous amount of power, enough to possibly kill him. And Cynder with him.

Cynder became worried. But Spyro looked so brave and confident. She couldn't help herself by smiling slightly. She only had one more thing to say before their final chapter came to an end.

"I love you."

Everything seemed to fade away.

CHAPTER 1: A NEW AGE

The elderly dragon, the Chronicler, studied many books carefully. This age was coming close to an ending. He had to chronicle the last chapters. He lifts his head as someone else enters the room.

"Be welcome, friend," he said to his guest, "I have long been expecting you. A new age is beginning. With each new age, a worthy dragon is chosen to chronicle the many triumphs and failures of that age. This has been my duty for many millennia. And now, Ignitus, I pass this honor to you."

Ignitus felt that he was ready for this task, even though he has done many things that he now regrets. He had many questions, but he decided to ask just one.

"And… what of Spyro? Is he…" Ignitus did not want to finish his question. He did not want to believe that Spyro could be… dead. The Chronicler knew what he was asking.

"Hmm." He responded, "That is the question, isn't it?"

The book that he was studying floated away, and another book floated in front of them both.

"You see," he continued, "each time a dragon dies, a new page is written in this book. I've done my best, but I can't seem to find any trace of Spyro."

The chronicler disappeared. Ignitus was transformed from his original red color, to the light blue colors of the Chronicler. The weight was now on his shoulders. It was now up to him to find Spyro, whether or not he was in this book.

"Well young dragon," he thought out loud, "where might you be?"

CHAPTER 2: A FRESH START

Cynder landed in a grassy field. Her wings were so tired and beaten. She looked around to attempt to find out where she was, but couldn't. Her vision was too blurry. She could tell that the field was teeming with wild-flowers and other plants, but there was one thing that she desperately needed to see; Spyro.

She scanned the area, but purple was the scarcest color in the field. Any purple she could spot was mostly large groups of flowers.

BOOM! There was a large crash not far from where she was. She zoomed in that direction. She spotted a large purple figure lying on the ground.

"Spyro?" Cynder said hesitantly, "Spyro!"

She didn't get a response. He didn't even move. Cynder moved closer to him, and instantly searched for any signs of life.

"S-Spyro…?" No response.

"Spyro?!" She realized she was yelling, and instead searched for a heartbeat, breathing, or anything. She felt her own heart drop as she realized that there was nothing.

She couldn't bear to think that Spyro could be dead. Tears began to form in her eyes. This can't be it, she thought to herself. The world was finally at peace, but I have to live it without the one I love.

The tears began to run down her face. She curled up next to Spyro's lifeless body, and closed her eyes. She knew she wouldn't be able to fall asleep. Possibly never again.

She looked around one last time. This world was now safe, thanks to Spyro.

But her world was crushed.

Somehow, Cynder managed to fall asleep. But she did not dream. It was just dark. She was just alone. No matter how many friends were around her, there will still be a dark spot in her heart that Spyro use to light up.

She woke up after just minutes to something wrapping around her shoulder. She immediately jumped upward, not knowing what to expect.

"No… Please don't… Leave."

Cynder's eyes lit up.

"Spyro! You're alive!" She shouted.

"Alive?" He responded. "Sure we'll go with that."

She smiled to him, and he smiled back. She realized that he was trying to hold her when she jumped. She curled up next to him again, and he wrapped his arm and wing around her.

Cynder relaxed, and looked around at the amazing scenery once again. This place was beautiful. The grass was a pure dark green, and there were flowers of every color, everywhere to be seen. Her eyelids became heavy. Now she could sleep with a clear mind, now that Spyro wass next to her. Alive.

"Cynder?" Spyro asked.

"Hm?" Cynder replied, barely awake.

"I love you too."

Cynder drifted to sleep.