Chapter Thirteen: War of the World
"Volteer, go on ahead and inform Terrador, I have to check on Cynder." Spyro said as he opened his wings.
"Take to the skies carefully, the time is almost among us." Volteer said as Spyro headed toward Avalar.
"The weather is changing; the volcano is starting to erupt," Spyro said awhile later in the day as he surveyed the land. "It's only a matter of time before everything begins." Spyro said as he landed on the soft grass near the entrance of his cave. The boulder still remained pushed in front of the cave entrance as he shoved the boulder from his path.
"Spyro, thank goodness you've returned." Cynder said with a smile as she kissed Spyro firmly.
"How are you feeling, any better?" Spyro asked as he returned the kiss with a hug.
"I feel better after I found an elixir for stomach aches and nausea in your cupboard thanks." Cynder's smile stretched from cheek to cheek as she was over delighted to see her loved one. Suddenly, a loud rumble shook the land as Spyro knew it was the volcano was going haywire.
"That was the volcano again, time is running out." Spyro said as he looked toward Cynder who returned the gaze.
"Yeah, I know," Cynder said, looking away from Spyro. "Why does it have to be you? Why can't it be one of the Guardians?"
"Because this is what I was born to do, I'm the one who has to set everything right," Spyro said as he shoved the boulder out of the way. "Stay here Cynder; I can't afford to lose you to."
"Just be careful, the players have been set, the time has almost come," Cynder said as Spyro opened his wings. "I love you Spyro." Cynder couldn't bear to watch him go, knowing this might be their last time spent with each other.
"I love you to, stay here and don't move." Spyro said as he shoved the boulder from his way and then resealing the cave entrance.
"This is getting worse; the enemy is beginning to close around us." Terrador yelled while trying to fight off a group of Wyverns.
"That's it, pull back Terrador, we can stop them at the city!" Cyril yelled as he used his ice element to encase a group of Wyverns in ice, causing them to fall to their deaths high above Everglades.
The three Guardian dragons landed among the Dragon Study at the top of the Dragon Temple as they discussed the situation of the war which was rapidly closing to an end.
"So this is it, Warfang is the remaining city still under control." Cyril said as him and Terrador landed among the balcony of the Dragon Temple.
"Has Spyro returned?" Terrador asked as Volteer entered the room.
"He has indeed; Malefor was thwarted from resurrecting Illador." Volteer said as Spyro landed among the balcony.
"Cynder says that the time is almost here, Cripyro is about to come from the Heavens." Spyro said as he looked among the three dragons.
"We would like to say that we are so proud of you showing the amount of love you have for her Spyro, it would kill us inside to see you two get torn apart." Terrador stated as the Guardian dragons
"Through even my best days, I never thought I would be this close to her, even now it scares me how close we've become," Spyro said with a smile as he turned his head to show his face scars. "This is what happened to me while trying to defend her; I would never take what I did back. I said I would die for her safety; I almost died defending her twice. I almost died at the place I relax at. If neither rain nor Cynder ever existed, I would have grown impatient for death. This final battle will mark the third time for me to draw close to death."
"Ignitus would be proud of you young dragon," Cyril said smiling. "Your parents would be proud of you to." Spyro then began to wonder who his real parents were.
"Was Ignitus my father?" Spyro asked, hoping for a yes.
Volteer sighed in dismay as he said, "No, I'm afraid not Spyro. Ignitus was a fair, noble dragon who believed in doing what was right; he was your guardian parent." Spyro smiled for at least he knew that Ignitus was related to him somehow. Cries of Hero Orcs and Trolls roared behind the city walls as Wyverns and Dreadwings being rode by Bowman Orcs littered the skies.
"Spyro, the time has come; this is your fight to end this once and for all!" Spyro said as the Guardian dragons set to the skies, fighting off the sky enemies while the Cheetah warriors and citizens of Warfang pushed back Malefor's army away from the city walls.
Then, Spyro heard a familiar voice ring though his mind, "Whatever the danger, whatever the risk, I will always be with you to guide you home, even in my death." The voice was from Ignitus.
"You want me Malefor, don't search for me, I know exactly where you'll be!" Spyro yelled as he set off towards the Volcano of Cripyro, dodging Wyverns and Dreadwings as he went.
"I can't hold them off!" Hunter said, battling Grublins and Hero Orcs among the ramparts of the city. Using his bow as a fighting pole, Hunter slammed the bow into each of the Grublin's heads, shattering their skulls while using his small sword to slice through any Hero Orc in his way. Just as Hunter regained his balance after a successful kill, a Hero Orc slammed its bone covered shield into Hunter, knocking him to the stone ground.
"Die you Cheetah scum!" The Hero Orc roared as he sliced downward towards Hunter's head. Hunter narrowed his eyes to ready himself for pain when he heard the roar of pain from the Hero Orc while the calls of fear from Grublins scattered among him. As Hunter looked to the one who saved him, Hunter's eyes widened with astonishment. Prowlus had saved him.
"I underestimated you Hunter; you have grown strong to lead our people." Prowlus said, his voice was as deep as before as he helped Hunter to his feet.
"Shall we do battle together as warriors?" Hunter asked as he held his sword firm towards a group of Hero Orcs.
"No, not as warriors my friend," Prowlus said, holding his sword against a group of Hero Orcs to his side. "We shall fight as brothers." Hunter and Prowlus stood parallel to one another as their backs touched against each other.
"For the fate of the world, for everything that's right!" Hunter called as the Hero Orcs charged at them.