A grey dragon walked around a circular time room, looking around at all of the dragons' life books put safely away on the shelves. Many of the dragon's lives had ended, but many had not, all thanks to one young dragon…
Spyro.
The grey dragon, Ignitus, stopped in front of a deep purple book, reaching out a paw to open it. He had repeatedly scanned the Death book, and could find no trace of the legendary purple dragon. Perhaps Spyro's book would reveal if he were still alive…
Just before Ignitus grasped to book, a dark steam drifted into the room, the green mist seeping slowly into the old dragon's body, causing the crystal hanging from his neck to crack slightly. He froze. It couldn't be…Sca-
Before he could finish his thoughts, the dragon collapsed to the ground and saw two glowing, red eyes before his eyes fluttered shut, drifting into unconsciousness…
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Spyro's eyes shot open, the morning sun blazing into the cave. He leaned up on his front paws, eyes drifting sleepily to Cynder. He stifled a yawn before standing up and placing one of his front paws on the dragoness' shoulder, softly shaking it. Her green eyes slowly fluttered open, and the purple dragon smiled. "Morning, Cynder."
"Mornin', Spyro." She replied, standing up too. She slowly walked to the mouth of the cave, Spyro following her. They stopped, looking out over Avalar. It was beautiful even when the world was being covered in darkness, but now…the land was practically glowing.
Spyro's eyes suddenly widened. "Cynder, we have to get to Warfang!"
She blinked a few times, thinking about the reasons Spyro would want to go there. She could only think of one, and smiled when she saw a yellow, glowing dot heading for the cave. "Spyro, maybe we should wait."
The purple dragon looked shocked for a slight second. "But what about Sparx? We have to look fo-"
"Now why would you have to look for me?"
Spyro's eyes lit up as he saw his 'brother.' "Sparx! How've you been, buddy?"
"Eh, not bad." The dragonfly replied. "Just wonderin' where the fire-breathers been since he kicked Ugly's butt!"
Spyro laughed at this. "It's good to see you too, Sparx."
Cynder stepped forward. "It's good that the family reunions taken place, but shouldn't we be going now? There's some certain Guardians that might like to know if we're okay."
"How can you be sure that they…?"
"They're alive, purple butt. And they're waiting."
"Well, let's go then!"
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The two dragons and the one dragonfly walked (and, well, flew) into the gates of where they had first met Hunter's clan. Of course, it wasn't the friendliest of welcome's…
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'Dragons…Bah…Do you have such little respect for our laws that you form an alliance with the very ones who caused all our misfortunes?'
'Chief Prowlaise…Malefor. He alone is the one responsible. This dragon is our last hope. You must see that.'
'Yes, yes, the purple dragon. I know the story…But, unlike you, I have not forgotten what they say Malefor was like when he was young. And I have not forgotten, either, what she
has done. I relied on you, Hunter. As I must rely on all of us in this village to protect it. But you chose to abandon us, and bring the dangers of the outside world with you when you returned.'
'The dangers are already around us. Don't pretend to ignore them.'
'Grublins! In the valley! Prepare your weapons!'
'Now see what you've done?!'
'Look, let us go! We can help!'
'Our warriors can handle this.'
'Now is not the time to be stubborn.'
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Spyro's thoughts drifted back to the real world when Hunter walked up to them. "Welcome back, Spyro. You have saved us all. This entire world."
"I didn't do this alone," he replied. "This wouldn't all still be here if it weren't for Cynder and Ignitus."
"Ah, Ignitus. What has become of the fire guardian?"
Spyro's head dropped slightly in sadness. Cynder stepped forward, answering the cheetah's question by saying, "Ignitus didn't make it. We had to go on without him."
"He wanted us to…but it wasn't supposed to be like this."
Hunter looked at the purple dragon with concern. "The others will welcome you with open arms, but they will not be happy at this news. Although I have the feeling that they already know."
"Yeah, yeah," Sparx butted in. "We saw the stars, and all that."
"You saw it too? Then he must be out there!"
The sound of wings flapping in the wind caught Hunter's attention as he looked over the mountains. A large, green dragon was flying over them, and eventually landed in front of the group. It was Terrador.
"Do not get your hopes up, young dragon," he said, rough voice echoing in Spyro's head. "The prophecies have not been fulfilled yet. Now come. The other's need to speak with you."