Epilogue: A New Legend
"I can't believe this." Cynder hissed, her tail slashing the air violently, her supple black body writhing in fury. "Why are they making us do this, Spyro?"
Spyro held a look of bittersweet sadness on his face. "It's something that has to be done, Cynder. Tradition."
"And if he meets someone like Mal- like him? Would you stand living if you had to kill your son someday?"
Spyro stood up angrily. This made him look extremely formidable. The reason?
Because, with his violet scales, curved devil horns, and scarlet spikes sticking out of his shoulders, Spyro greatly resembled Malefor. All down to his eyes.
Because where Malefor's eyes had been a vivid, electric green, Spyro's were a soft, glowing indigo. He looked into Cynder's beautiful face lovingly, but firmly.
"He has to do it."
Cynder stood up, too, only a few centimetres shorter than Spyro, her long frame quivering with annoyance.
"Fine!" She hissed. "Let him do it! But know that I hate you, Spyro the Purple Dragon!"
Spyro smirked. "Too late. I already know."
They walked together back into the Dragon Temple. Cynder walked stiffly, clearly still thinking about their son's predicament.
"Let it go, Cyndi." Spyro sighed. "He's going, and that is the end of it, so there's no point sulking."
"Don't call me Cyndi!" Cynder spat. "You only do that when you want me to calm down!"
"Cyndi, Cyndi, Cyndi!" Spyro sang, dancing around her when she tried to swipe him with her black paw. But it worked. She was calming down.
They re-entered the Dragon Temple, Ignitus smiling at them patiently.
"Is it decided?" Volteer asked excitedly.
Spyro looked at Cynder. She nodded slightly, tears in her dazzling blue eyes.
Spyro smiled softly. "I think we're going to go with Aptifor."
Ignitus nodded wisely. "He would have been pleased."
Cynder looked up, blinking back the tears that threatened to overflow. "Tell him." She whispered to Spyro, indicating Ignitus.
"Wha...? Oh, yeah. That." Spyro grinned at the Guardians. "We have decided to bestow our son with three names...."
"For the second name...Volterra."
Volteer and Terrador winked at each other. Spyro cleared his throat and continued.
"And for his third name...Cyritus."
Ignitus smiled, and Cyril nodded pompously. Ignitus looked down at the little baby dragon emerging from behind the door.
"Aptifor Volterra Cyritus." Ignitus said grandly.
And the little purple dragon stepped into the bright lights of the world.
THE END