"Y-You go first," Sparx said, suddenly reluctant.
Spyro and I headed forward. There was a giant hourglass in the middle of the room, and bookshelves lined the walls, filled with books of all shapes and colors. Near the hourglass was an empty stand.
"Ooh! What's this?" Sparx asked, flying forward. So much for me going first. "I think it's a magic wishing lamp."
Spyro and I exchanged glances and walked fully into the room.
I think I might have smacked him with my tail one too many times...I thought to Spyro.
"Hello? Genie? You in there?" Sparx asked. He tapped on the glass.
"This is incredible. The entire history of the dragon race... it looks like it's all here!" Spyro said to me, walking forward even further.
For now, I didn't care about anything else... it was just too amazing.
"It is. Well... most of it," a male voice said.
"Did you hear that? IT SPOKE TO ME!" Sparx exclaimed, still fixated on the hourglass.
"The records in this hall date back to the beginning of time... nearly." The Chronicler walked into the room.
"The Chronicler!" Spyro exclaimed.
"Did you really need to say that? Who else would that be?" I pointed out. Spyro ignored me.
The dragon was... hard to describe. He was a blue-grey color, with a black hourglass marking on his snout. His horns curved downwards and his eyes were light blue. He was wearing a blue robe, and a necklace that had a light blue crystal on it. His wings were slightly tattered.
"Yes, Spyro... it is I. And I've been waiting for you," the Chronicler said.
"Oh, well, I hope we didn't keep you waiting too long. We got a little held up back there with the, oh you know, RIDDLES OF DOOM!" Sparx yelled.
"It was a necessary evil. I... had to be sure, Spyro and Crystal. I haven't had any visitors... in my solitude... for over one-thousand years," the Chronicler explained, walking past us.
"Shock-er! Try getting rid of the psychedelic dragon outside!" Sparx said.
"You've been here for that long?" Spyro asked.
"Oh, yes. But I have my books," the Chronicler replied. "And I watch and wait and... listen for things to come... and then add them to the Books of Time. You are also written in the books, though many pages are still left incomplete."
"We are? Can we see?" I asked.
"Of course you can. This one is yours. Look," the Chronicler said. A book slid out of its place of the shelves and flew over. So, the Chronicler had telekinesis or something?
The book was purple with orange-gold tints. Like a book version of us. Spyro, Sparx, and I headed over to the open book.
I examined it, reading the words and examining the pictures. One was of an ape... Gaul was in my book.
"You've seen this hideous creature before," the Chronicler said, noticing our gaze was locked on the picture of Gaul.
"Why is he in my book?" Spyro asked.
"How could he be connected to us?" I asked in disbelief.
"It was Gaul who led the raid on the Temple on the night of your birth... and Ignitus rescued your egg," the Chronicler replied, voice containing a hint of sadness.
"And... when they took Cynder's..." Spyro murmured.
"Yes, it was... most unfortunate." Changing the subject, he turned a page. "Oh, and here is little Sparx."
"H-hey!" Sparx exclaimed. "Nobody needs to see that... ever."
See what? I didn't get a good look at the picture.
"Wait... can these books tell the future?" Spyro asked.
"In parts, though... just glimpses of the future, really," the Chronicler said, looking thoughtful.
'Then I want to know what will happen to Cynder," Spyro and I immediately said.
"Spyro, Crystal, you don't—"
"Please! I must know." Spyro said.
The Chronicler sighed and laid down tiredly. "Very well. But hers is a darker tale."
A black book with grey outskirts flew over. I sucked in my breath. I wasn't exactly sure what was coming, but I knew it wouldn't be good. Not good at all.