Hello everyone. Welcome to my first Legend of Spyro fanfiction.

I played the game Skylanders a little when I was younger and watched the series (meh but not bad), but discovered the Legend of Spyro trilogy and Original series a few months ago through videos on youtube. I must admit I was happy to finally understand the evolutiuon of the franchise and why there were different kind of Spyro. I'm not much interested in the Original series and its remake, but I love the Legend of Spyro. The main thing I would give to the Original trilogy is Spyro personality who seems more developped. I didn't play the games yet, but watched allt he cutscenes and some gameplay. I'm familiar with this type of gameplay (that I like) and I love the story and Spyro and Cynder relationship (and later romance) from beginning to the end. Dawn of the dragons seem to be my favorite.

So, with that in mind I decided to write a little one-shot about Spyro and Cynder. The idea I had fit so well within their world and their story, I couldn't resist. Now, here it is. I hope you will love it. Have fun reading.


Darkness. Pain. Heat.

Those are the only things that come to Spyro when he regains consciousness and slowly opens his eyes with a groan of pain. His right flank hurt a lot. He also feels a heavy piece made of stone on him, pinning him to the ground. Spyro is at first confused. How did he end up here? The purple dragon takes a deep breath and try to stand up. The weight of the piece of stone makes it difficult, but he doesn't give up and continues pushing upward until he successfully pushes the stone off his back. It lands with a loud noise on the ground.

Catching his breath, Spyro looks around him to see nothing but destruction. Spyro mouth falls wide open as he sees Dragon Village, once tall and proud, now reduced to a pile of pebbles and flames. The buildings, the temple, the river, the gardens. Everything is barely recognisable now, either destroyed or hidden by smoke and ashes. The fire is consuming the last remains the beautiful place. The sound it makes is the only thing that can be heard. No animal, no wind, no dragons screaming.

What happened? Who did this? Where are the inhabitants? And my friends?

As he looks around, he sees a house on the outskirt of the village. Despite being half destroyed and on fire, Spyro recognise it easily as his and Cynder house. Instinctively, he runs toward it avoiding the fires and several buildings falling down. The field is filled with debris of all kinds and even corpses, but he pays them no mind. As he gets close enough, he notices something in front of the house. Something black and dragonish. Fear rising up again, Spyro tumbles as he runs toward it. However, the more he advances, the more his fear seems to come true. As soon as he can see it clearly, a cry escapes his mouth.

"CYNDER!"

Spyro runs to the side of his mate. The black dragoness is lying on the ground motionless with her eyes closed. Her head resting on a half-burned wooden plank while her tail hangs above a rock. She has multiple injuries on her body and a large gash on her head. Two of her horns are even broken.

"Cynder? Can you hear me?"

Spyro nudges her head with his. No reaction. He hesitates to move her in case it would worsen her condition.

"Come on. Wake up!"

He nudges her again. Same result. His fear slowly turns into horror as the possibility of her being gone forever makes its way into his mind. He quickly rejects it, refusing to accept such a thing.

"Please Cynder. You're with me?" he asks his voice breaking as he lay down next to her.

He gently moves her onto her back and puts his ear against her chest then her face, trying to find a heartbeat, hear her breath, anything that would indicate she is still alive. Once again, his hopes are crushed as he doesn't hear anything. Her body is completely motionless and limp. Tears fall from his eyes as the reality of the situation sink in. His body begins trembling. His mouth loses all ability to talk. The sounds coming out of it muffled by his sobs as he nuzzles her, his eyes closed.

No. No no no no no no. Not her. Please. Anyone, anything but her.

Spyro suddenly stands up, head raised at the sky and let out the most powerful and heartbreaking roar of his life full of pain and desperation. This roar echoes all around the burning village and the valley it is situated in, reaching even the sky and the stars above where the ancestors live. Pleading them to bring her back among the living. Her destiny can't end here. It just can't. He falls back on the ground all his energy vanished, replaced by an unbearable pain. Like someone has caught his heart and is constantly crushing it with all his strength without destroying it. Tears continue to flow as he covers her body with his wings and puts his head against hers.

Spyro opens his eyes again and notices something between them and their home. A dragon egg whose color is a mix of purple and black. Their egg. It survived. Spyro rushes toward it and takes it in his paws. New tears fall has he sees the egg isn't hurt. An unintelligible whisper is then heard, seemingly coming from inside their home. Something is inside. Before he can do anything, the thing jumps on top of the last remaining wall. The smoke prevents Spyro from seeing it clearly. Impossible to tell who or what it is. It whispers again, still unintelligibly. Spyro puts downs the egg behind him and face the creature. Somehow, he knows it is the one responsible for Cynder's death. All his pain suddenly transforms into anger and an explosion of darkness surround and overtake him. Spyro emerges from it black, his eyes completely white and surrounded by a dark aura. He is about to attack when he notices his egg is now in the hand of the thing, kept between her claws, and not behind him anymore. Spyro eyes transform back to normal as he sees this, regaining control of himself. He already lost his mate, he won't lose their child. Spyro take off. However, instead of fighting the dragon the thing retreats, quickly disappearing behind the smoke with the unhatched hatchling.

NOOOOOOOO!

Spyro roars as he lunges himself at the thing only to encounter void and fall into the flames who swallow him.

...

Spyro wakes up abruptly. Wings open and claws planted in the ground, he has difficulties breathing for a moment as his heart beats faster than stormy winds.

"Spyro?"

Spyro jumps in fright before realising the voice belongs to Cynder who was awoken by his sudden reaction. Spyro looks at her, alive, then at his surroundings. They are in their bedroom on their bed made of soft soil. In front of them, there is a small nest made in rock. On their left is a small fountain filled with water with a few crystals surrounding it. In front of them on the other side of the room are two chests set against the walls next to the door leading to floor below. Just above, a painting hung on the wall. Made by Cynder, it shows them with Sparx, Hunter, Flame, Ember, Bianca and Elora with Ignitus hovering above everyone like a guarding angel. All their closest friends. On their right another open door leads to a semicircular balcony. Nothing is destroyed or burning. Everything seems alright. It was only just a dream. This revelation makes him breathe a loud sigh of relief. Yet, the feelings and sensations he felt, those are still very real.

"Are you okay? What happened?"

Instead of answering, Spyro brings Cynder against him and nuzzles her. Relieved and so happy nothing bad truly happened. Cynder smiles and return the gesture, giving her mate the time to calm down from whatever scared him. The two young adults stay like this a moment.

"Feeling better," Cynder then asks.

"Yes," Spyro answers letting her go. "Sorry I woke you up."

"It's alright. Though I would like an explanation."

"It was…it was just a nightmare. Nothing to worry about." As he says this, Spyro can't help but doubt his words. There was something about the dream that is familiar, and he doesn't like this one bit. "I need fresh air."

Spyro stands up and walks to the balcony. Once there, he puts his front paws on the railing. Under him stand Dragon village and the valley. The village has grown a bit during the past few years, but still maintained its rustic charm especially with its river, trees and market. There are a lot of open spaces so dragons can take off or land. Outside of those, every dragon must move on paws. Houses are higher than they are wide and have at least one opening for each floor. The whole village is adapted for adult sized dragons, so it can seem quite big to most creatures, but it isn't for their kind. Spyro and Cynder house, situated on the village's outskirt, is a little elevated compared to the other buildings giving them a nice view. All the inhabitants are currently sleeping. No torches are lit, so the only light comes from the moon and the stars in a sky with almost no clouds. A soft and temperate wind is blowing from the east. Spyro takes several deep breaths to completely calm himself.

The tranquility is one of the reasons they decided to settle down in this village after the different evils they fought and the many adventures they lived. The other reason being the troubles they had when living in Warfang City with a good number of dragons still hating Cynder, the former Terror of the Skies, despite all the good she has done to obtain redemption; the king of Avalar who wanted Spyro to marry his daughter and a crazy story involving bats, a giant gem and a mole who trimmed fields with a pin. They are happy here. Sparx followed them and made his nest in a tree not far from their house. Spyro is happy his adopted brother is here with him. The dragonfly and Cynder even made peace a long-time ago, to Spyro greater relief. The dragons also kept contact with heir old friends and met new ones.

Despite the beautiful scenery and calm night, Spyro can't seem to get rid of this nagging sensation. Cynder joins him, sitting at his left.

"Do you want to talk about it," she asks him?

"Sincerely? No, not really."

"I believe you should. Considering your reaction to it, it wasn't a simple nightmare. Maybe I could bet Sparx it wasn't about sunshine and rainbows."

Spyro chuckles. Leave it to Cynder to be sarcastic in the middle of the night. He briefly thinks taking a flight to avoid answering her question, but he knows full well she won't let go. Not after the way he acted. He sighs.

"It was unsettling. And terrifying," Spyro begins thinking about how he could describe this dream. "The village, everything around us, was completely destroyed and on fire. Corpses were everywhere. It was like a massacre took place, leaving no survivors. You…" His claws leave marks on the railing as he recalls the nightmare. "…you too were killed by whatever did this. Then, there was our egg. Something, a creature I can't describe, stole it right under my nose. I…I…couldn't do anything. For either of you."

With a compassionate expression in her eyes, Cynder gently snuggles up to him. She now understands why he hugged her like that. She also understands why such nightmares can be horrifying. For quite some time after Spyro freed her from Malefor's corruption, she had her owns nightmares about all the atrocities she's done. Spyro comforted her a few times, once she was comfortable enough around him to accept his help. It wasn't until they defeated Malefor for good that these dreams started to decline before disappearing. She doesn't know what could have caused Spyro to have this nightmare tonight, nevertheless it's nothing they can't deal with.

"That dream does sound horrible, but that's all it was. A dream. Nothing was real and will ever be."

"I'm not so sure."

Cynder moves her head back to look at Spyro, surprised by the tone of his voice. Spyro is looking up at the stars as he explains himself.

"The way I felt it and its clearness. I have experienced those before. I believe it was a premonitory dream."

Cynder blinks, taken aback. Being a purple dragon, Spyro had several strange dreams in his life. Sometimes, they are used by some mystical creature to communicate with him. Other times, they carry information provided by the spirits of the ancestors. Making the difference between them and normal dreams isn't easy. However, as Spyro looks at his mate, she can see in his eyes how certain he is about this.

"If I'm right then something is coming. What, who or why, I don't know, but we're all in great danger. I can feel it and it scares me deeply. We can't take any risk. We must do something."

"Hold on." Cynder says. She's still skeptical, but only Spyro can judge the dream he had. "I hear you, but let's take the time to think properly about this before doing anything. Remember interpreting dreams can be tricky."

"I know. I know. Like Ignitus used to say: it is on the road to escape our destiny that we usually encounter it. Yet, I can't just ignore what I saw." Spyro's paw finds its way to Cynder's underbelly where he can feel a small bulge. The normally soft and flat surface is also harder, indicating the presence of an egg inside. In a week or so, it will come out followed by a month of waiting before it hatches. "Especially when it concerns our family. Tomorrow, I'll send a message to Terrador and ask him if the new fire guardian at Dragon Temple can consult the Pool of Vision. I'll also write to our friends, just in case."

"Alright," Cynder responds putting her own paw on Spyro's. Most dragons would give their egg to Dragon temple if they felt it in danger, but after how well that turned out for them, Cynder prefers to keep theirs with them. "If you're so sure, we'll keep an eye out for anything abnormal. Sparx too. Flame and Ember have their hatchling, so let's not involve them in this. We can also make sure to never be anywhere alone. Without more information, it is the best we can do. If anything does happen, we'll face it together as always."

Spyro nods, glad she accepted. He doesn't like the idea of her facing any kind of danger while pregnant. However, Cynder will never accept to be put aside except if the safety of the egg is directly at risk. Same for him. And once the egg is here, they'll need to guard it more carefully. He is still worried but forces himself to not overreact. Having learned the hard way how it only worsens thing.

"(Yawns) Meanwhile, let's go back to sleep. I'm tired," she adds.

Both dragons walk back inside their bedroom and lay down on their bed. Cynder covers Spyro with her wing as he cuddles her. The dragoness quickly falls back asleep. It takes more time for Spyro. He prays the ancestors they aren't making a mistake before finally succumbing to the veil of sleep. While on the balcony, neither of them noticed a shadow on their roof who left when they returned inside. The time hasn't come yet. Just one week left.


Thank you for reading this story. It was a one-shot planned for romance and emotions with a bit of suspense.

I don't plan to make a sequel or anything nor have I thought about what could happen next. This is up to everybody imagination. Only thing I can confirm is that Spyro wasright to be scared and it looks like their egg is the intented target of whatever is out here (even I don't know).

Don't hesitate to give me your opinion and to support the story if you fell it deserve it.

Take care.