So Spyro watched as Ripto was aiming the dart, thinking of where to shoot it from his staff. Then Ripto mimed to Cynder: I'm going for the choker. Why, you may ask, because if I do, it will also take your head with it!"

Spyro went into flames in envy. Ripto took note of this and started to aim.

"Oh Spyro, I forgot to say, don't even bother trying to attack me, this rock Elemental Field will stop even your most powerful Earth attack. So ready to say ba-bye to Cynder.

"No."

"Yes!" And Ripto fired the dart. Everything froze. Except Spyro. He could hear what Ignitus told him the last time he came to the Mountain of Malefor, which states that if a dragon dies, it's soul will live on for eternity. But then something went through his mind. It was Ripto.

'I'm only doing this so you'll be weaker in our next battle, purple boy.'

'Boy, eh? I'm 16, and how old are you, Ripto?'

'To be precise, 863 years 169 days.'

'Dragon years or Universal Years?'

'Dragon Years, what did you think I was, a human?'

'Well, if one of us goes, we'll both go.'

Then Cynder started thought training me.

'Spyro,'

'Yeah, my dragoness,'

'Whatever happens here, one of us will die.'

'I'll stop that from happening.'

'How?'

'Watch and learn, my anti-prophecy beauty.'

Time went by, but slower for Spyro, and felt like real time for Ripto and Cynder. Spyro saw the dart go towards Cynder's throat. Now time to remember all of Ignitus' sayings and save the dragon world.

Spyro ran towards the dart, and when the dart was a good few metres away from Cynder, Spyro put his head right in front of it, giving his horns a slight angle. When the dart hit Spyro, it went through the back of his head, and the horns then made the dart reflect towards Cynder's thorax area. With this, they both fell into a puddle of blood.

Ripto was over the moon.

"Stupid, stupid dragon. Why did you just make me kill you and then you kill your own girl?" Ripto cockily at Spyro.

"Yeah…Spyr," Cynder gasped, but it was too late. Spyro had gone. But where?

"Cynder, he just didn't love you," Ripto told her nastily.

"He would have had a good reason to do this." And that was Cynder's last words.

At least in these worlds.