I think by now, you readers have probably read heaps of stories starting where the game ends, you've read how they survive (if they do) the volcano and journey back to Warfang or something. Guess what, this is another of those starts so bare with me here as I set the scene...

Chapter 1: Chronicler

The rising sun brought light and warmth to the world, the world that had almost never existed if not for two young dragons, one purple, the other black.

"Spyro, you did it, you saved the world." Cynder ran towards Spyro, she curled up under his startled wing and licked him across the cheek.

"Cynder, we did it, without you, I would have given up long ago." Spyro tightened his wing around Cynder.

"Spyro, I don't know if you heard me from before amongst the chaos so I'll say it again; Spyro, I-"

A crack sounded from above, interrupting her confession and echoing throughout the volcano they were currently in. A jagged line made its way up the side of the volcano and ended at the crater. Everything went suddenly quiet.

In a barely audible whisper, Spyro asked Cynder, "This doesn't look good, does it?"

Cynder forgot about what she was going to say, after doing the impossible, slaying Malefor and bringing peace to the world, she was afraid yet again, that the volcano might collapse on itself. A stone, roughly the size of their heads fell from the top. It sailed down and struck the gem-like core of the world.

As if on cue, several more rocks started to plummet out of the sky.

"We need to get out of here, now!"

Spyro tried to keep up as Cynder bounded away. His energy was depleted.

"Cynder, you can still make it out."

Cynder turned abruptly, "Spyro, how many times do I need to say this, I am not leaving you behind!" Cynder ran back to Spyro, "do you think you can do that time crystal thing again?"

"Sorry, I have as much control over that as I do the weather. If you don't leave, you will die."

Cynder's head drooped, "If I leave, you will die. I would rather die next to you than live a thousand years without you."

"How about neither of you dies for the moment?" A strange, ancient voice asked from behind.

Both Cynder and Spyro turned to see an elderly transparent dragon behind them.

"Chronicler, are you here to save us?" Spyro suddenly looked full of energy.

"I'll do my best to protect you in my last moments on this earth, you may not know it but my job as chronicler is over, now I may go and rest with my ancestors."

A stone slammed into the ground beside them, it broke into a million pieces and showered the two young dragons.

"We can talk more once in safety," so saying, he tapped the gem with his paw.

It started to glow a bright purple colour, flaring in and out, when suddenly, Cynder saw it expand around her then become solid again, deflecting stones that rained from above.

"Thank you, Chronicler." Spyro slumped down onto the ground, obviously, he was really tired from their ordeal.

Come to think of it, Cynder also felt tired, like she had been flying for a good ten kilometres. She also lay down as the Chronicler started talking.

"It has been my duty, as others before me, to watch over the dragon race and look after the Books of Time. Us chronicler's stay for one whole age, once it's up, we retire and pass on the mantle of chronicler to one we see fit to gain it. A new age is starting and so I have given up the role of chronicler and given it over to the one I saw fit, Ignitus."

Spyro's head perked up, "But Ignitus died, I saw him stranded in the Belt of Fire."

"Alas, that it wrong. I took him just before he met his demise and brung him to me, I knew he would be my heir when I left. Now that my job is complete, I can finally go and get the rest I've been waiting for, when you get to my age you will understand."

Spyro had gone back down, his wings hung loosely by his side. She was beside him, she couldn't stop blinking as she grew increasingly weary.

"Sleep young dragons, know that you are safe, you may sleep for as long as you like."

Cynder closed her eyes and fell into a dreamless slumber.

Something moved beside her, Cynder slowly opened her eyes. She was lying next to Spyro, the steady rhythm of his breathing calming her down. They were on green grass in a green forest with green trees. Birds sat in branches, singing away in the morning light. Had they been sleeping for an entire day? She last remembered being in the purple gem that was the heart of the world. Somehow, they had been transported to this place in their sleep. Cynder went to move and stopped, Spyro's wing was draped over her, pulling her to him tightly. She didn't want to disrupt his sleep, he needed it after the amount of energy he had expended. Instead, she wriggled closer to him and with a sigh of satisfaction, closed her eyes again.

"Hey, Cynder, how are you feeling?"

Cynder opened her eyes to see Spyro staring at her.

"I'm feeling great, how about you?"

"Perfect, a tiny bit tired but I have you next to me and we aren't in a life-or-death situation."

"I have a confession to make when the world was falling apart and we were on the verge of death, I said something. Just before the volcano started to crack up, I was about to tell you again. You might not remember it-"

"Cynder, just tell me."

"Okay, Spyro, since the moment you saved me, I've felt this emotion, one I've never felt. Now I know what it is. Spyro, I love you."

"Guess it's my turn, Cynder, since the moment I saw you, I knew who you really were. You weren't an evil creature who only thought of killing, you were a kind dragon, taken from your home and forced to be raised in the way you were. You had no control as Malefor corrupted you. I knew I had to save you. I have loved you since the very moment I saw you and not a moment goes by that I would want to be anywhere except beside you."

Spyro leaned in close and nuzzled her neck, he reached out with his left forepaw and caught her paw in it. He leaned back again and found Cynder crying.

"What's wrong, Love?"

"It's just, I've never been somewhere where anyone judges me on what I am and not what I was."

"Cynder, if anyone judges you on what you've done, it will be how you helped save the world from certain doom, how you had been the final straw in Malefor's defeat, how you had resisted him when any lesser creature would have succumbed to his whim."

Spyro raised a wing and gently wiped away the tears. With a quick flick, he sent the tears tumbling to the ground.

"I think we should start going now, the guardians might be getting worried."

Cynder stood up, "I'll race you there."

Cynder flew off, leaving Spyro struggling to get up and flap his wings at the same time. She slowed down slightly to let Spyro catch up then darted off again as he neared.

The two dragons chased each other playfully, heading in the general direction of Warfang, they should make it someday.

First chapter, hoped you liked it. This was pretty much setting the scene and mood. I'm trying to show the bond between Spyro and Cynder so I hope it's working. Reviews are greatly appreciated and I'll get to working on chapter 2 soon. Thanks.