Chapter two is up! I have the first nine chapters fully written as of now, but I will stagger their publication to keep the story freash.

I'll post chapet three in a few days. Here is chapter two as a show of good faith. If it wasn't obvious, chapter one took place during the burned land chapter of the game. This one will take place during the final battle. All other chapters will be after the game.

And now the story. Hobey-ho lets go!

Spyro pushed all of his hate, his doubts and fears, and all of his anger from his body and forced it into the stream of light he was shooting from his maw. The beams he and Cynder were producing weaved and mingled as they pushed back against the beam of shadow that Malefor wielded. The crystal walls around them cracked, but Spyro couldn't tell if it was from their battle or from the complete destruction of the earth that Malefor had begun earlier.

"Hold on!" he bellowed over the growing screeches as the world fell apart slowly like a crumbling old building. Soon he knew it would buckle and shatter into its most basic elements if they didn't do something soon.

Spyro's eyes narrowed as he felt the energy his anger gave him began to wane. Spyro desperately began looking for more memories to fuel the flames of his fury. When Cynder had captured Ignitus, when Gaul had captured and hurt Cynder. When the golem had almost killed the guardians, the crippling moment when the Destroyer completed the ring of fire and began the end of the world, and finally the moment that Ignitus died. These all shuffled through the forefront of his mind as he poured the energy it gave him upon the demonic creature before him. He could see why he had seemed so promising to the dragons of old.

His skin was darker than Spyro's, but it was still purple, and he had three golden horns framing his head in a starburst shape. His gold eyes reflected the light of his dark convexity and even from several yards away Spyro could feel the heat from his internal fire.

He looked over at Cynder; if anything her convexity beam was growing brighter. She was pouring all of her years of hatred, her fear, her pain and her torment into it. Spyro concentrated and scoured his memories for something that could add even more power to his fury. He pulled an image of Sparx about to be crushed from an old memory, but then he felt himself run out of anger. He had no more anger left, and he was okay with that. He was done being angry, he wanted to spend the rest of his life being happy, even if it was only going to be the next few minutes.

In the moment that he realized this, something changed. The beam of energy that Spyro wielded seemed to brighten and strengthen. Was it possible? Spyro tentatively pulled up an image of Ignitus. The beam seemed to get brighter and brighter. A flow of memories and images flowed from his mind and into the convexity beam he projected from his maw.

His mind kept settling on Cynder's face, and Spyro was astonished by the amount of raw power that thought could provide. He pushed that one idea and felt his will overpower Malefor's.

The larger, despicable dragon crashed to the floor of the purple crystal core. As he panted, working up the strength for a counterattack forms began to float up from the crystal, their blue ethereal forms slowly collecting into the forms of dragons. They slowly began to swirl around the wounded dragon until with a final scream they dove back into the sea of purple crystal dragging the most vile dragon with them.

"We did it, we finally did it!" Cynder landed and almost tackled Spyro with a hug. The sheer happiness that she felt overwhelmed her. The moment that her life, that both of their lives had led up to was complete. They had done it.

The world around them continued to scream however as the last bits of earth splintered from the safe crystal core. Cynder glanced at her hero and could have sworn that she saw the form of Ignitus flicker around him.

"I know what I have to do." Spyro said.

"You don't have to do anything. Let's just go."

"Go where," Spyro screamed, "there will be nothing left. I have to do this, maybe I'm meant to. You just go."

Cynder remembered the prophecy, maybe this is where Spyro would die. The realization hit her like a beam of convexity. She didn't want to live without him, for the same reason that she didn't say what her heart was screaming for her to say. She didn't want to tell him in case one of them died. "I'm staying with you." This way, even if they both died she could be with him. Spyro smiled as his being began to glow and levitate, and Cynder realized she couldn't wait to tell him. There was no telling what would happen in the future, and she would rather die a thousand times, than let him go without letting him know how she felt. She had to tell him now. His glow reached a crescendo as she whispered to him, " I love you."

•••

Cynder felt herself slam up against the wall of the planet's core as Spyro unleashed his power and pulled the world back together. The pressure was almost unbearable, but she could see Spyro in the center of the supernova. How was she going to escape, or survive? Cynder, despite her predicament, couldn't help but feel a burst of affection for her hero. It must have been that her fury was still smoldering within her, but with the feeling of love an indigo shield of her power flickered around her. It was just enough to protect her from the explosion of power.

Pushing off the wall and trudging against the explosion of power, Cynder worked her way through the blinding light to Spyro. She couldn't help but feel rushed. If he used any more power he could literally burn up.

Reaching the still glowing purple dragon Cynder shouted, "Spyro, you did it, you can stop now." She got no response. "Did you hear what I said earlier, 'I love you.'" Still nothing. Sighing she dragged herself over to him, "are you really going to make me do this." Cynder closed her eyes and thrust her head forward and pressed her muzzle to his. For a moment the rest of the world vanished, it was only those two floating in the endless expanse of space. It was a pure kiss that conveyed everything that she couldn't express with words.

Cynder opened her eyes to find Spyro unconscious on the ground. She smiled at him. He looked at peace, which was the least he deserved. She wanted to let him rest, especially after that display of pure power. She wouldn't admit it, but Cynder conceded that she wouldn't have been able to use that much power and still be alive.

Of course every plan vanished when the ground began to shake. The core of the planet began to refill with lava. The purple crystal they stood on was slowly sinking back into the liquid core. Cynder looked around for an egress and almost immediately spotted the funnel of the volcano. They had come too far to be killed by something this asinine. In the back of her mind Cynder hoped that if she died here everyone would assume that Malefor killed them rather than drowning in lava because they were too exhausted.

She grabbed Spyro by the narrow limb that connected his wings to his shoulders so she could use his wings in an emergency. She flapped her wings in powerful movements that slowly pulled Spyro and her into the air. The tendons in her wings burned, as did her lungs as they tried to pull in enough of the superheated air to feed her screaming muscles. She just had to power through it . She just wasn't used to carrying this much weight.

Cynder pulled at the air to coax them higher, but the lava was advancing too quickly. She was about to give up, when she felt a set of talons dig into her shoulders.

She glanced up to find Spyro beating the air with his larger wings. In all the confusion she hadn't realized that he had worked free from her grasp. They flew faster now, but we're forced to circle in the close confines of the volcano neck. Cynder looked back and immediately wished she hadn't. Lava was forcing its way up the rocky tunnel faster than she could fly. Spyro noticed it too. "We're not going to make it," she yelled.

"I'll make sure we will," he called back. "Get above me," he ordered, his horns beginning to glow gold.

"No Spyro," Cynder cried, " another use of fury could kill you." The glow faded from his horns as she talked. "We didn't come this far together just so that you could sacrifice your life for mine!"

Spyro looked at her for a moment. "Cynder, I'm not giving you a choice."

He began gathering energy in his horns again, preparing to create the time crystal again.

Cynder flew at him. "I'm not going to lose you. I'd rather take my chances with the lava than lose you!"

"But we have a shot, with the lava we have no chance." His glow began to grow and solidify around him. Just as the light hardened into thick amber glass the air being pushed by the lava caught them and pushed the crystal up at astounding speeds. The last thought Spyro had was that the crystal would shatter upon landing freeing them before the crystal's magic bled into him putting him in an enchanted hibernation.