"What do you mean Ignitus is alive, we saw him die at the belt of fire, that's not possible."
"Cynder I know that it sounds strange but-"
"Strange? Yeah, we're a little past strange right now, do you have a logical reason to suggest that he's alive?"
"Ignitus is the new Chronicler."
"What!" The familiar buzzing of a Dragonfly entered the room.
"Hey Spyro, you're up. By the way, Mr. Volt and the others wanted to see you once you woke up."
"Thanks, Sparx."
"You got it, buddy." Sparx left the room, still, Cynder and Spyro were left in the room.
"I gotta go tell the guardians, you coming Cynder?"
"I've got a lot to ask, but yeah I'm right behind you." Spyro took off, sweeping down from the sky into the main temple, running to the door of the Guardians. Spyro quickly opened the door, standing inside were the guardians.
"Ah, it's good to see that all is well Spyro." Terrador's voice bellowed.
"Thanks for the concern Terrador, but I've got something important to tell you." Terrador could sense the urgency in the voice of Spyro.
"What is it?"
"Ignitus is alive."
"But how is that possible, you two said yourself that he died in the belt of fire. How do you know?"
"Ignitus has become the new Chronicler." The four guardians looked at Spyro in shock.
"That is a true honor indeed." Cyril shot out. After a few moments of silence, Terrador broke it.
"I am relieved to know that Ignitus is ok, but considering the last time you spoke to the Chronicler it was a warning for us all." Spyro went on to tell them about the vision that he saw with Ignitus, the recent increase in shadow energy, along with the visions of the memories of Ignitus.
"At least now we know beyond a reasonable doubt that Spyro is expressing reality, and he wasn't merely imagining."
"Why do you say that now?" Terrador asked the Lightning guardian.
"Well, there is no way that Spyro could have possibly acknowledged that both of his parents were situated as Fire Dragons, and he was even able to describe Grotto, in which a place he's never been." Cynder's face seemed to fill with sorrow when the continued to speak of Spyro's parents.
"Yes, that's all marvelous, but we seem to be forgetting about the vision that the Young Dragon saw." Cyril look to Spyro. "I truly don't mean to offend you Spyro, but I believe that we should be more focused on the vision that the Young Dragon had." Cynder seemed to ease herself.
"Yes, this is true." Terrador looked to Spyro. "Spyro, you spoke of an attack on Warfang, are you able to tell about the time that vision occurred?"
"No, I can only base it off details but I can't tell when it happens exactly. Give me a second." Spyro closed his eyes and focused, the vision came to him again, rather than looking at the running moles Spyro focused on the surroundings, the city's structure seemed to be slightly different, not by much but still slightly different. Spyro turned around to observe the landscape, but before he could he fell to the ground. Cynder helped the Purple Dragon up from the ground.
"You ok Spyro?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks, Cynder." The Black Dragoness smiled to Spyro.
"What did you see Spyro?" Terrador's voice again boomed through the halls.
"Well based off what I could see, even though it wasn't much it seems like it's still a bit of time away. A rough estimate would be probably nine months to one year away"
"Is there any way to prevent it?"
"Well yeah, basically what it did was it showed me what would happen in the future if we didn't do anything, if we ignored Ignitus's warning." Suddenly the doors from behind Spyro and Cynder opened, and walked in were Blazeus along with the Fire candidates.
"I'm sorry did we interrupt something?"
"No, actually we needed to talk to you." The guardians along with Spyro and Cynder informed the Fire Dragons of everything that Spyro witnessed, aside for Ignitus's reference to the Purple Dragon with Cynder of course.
"Hold on, does that mean the Dark Master is back?" Flame looked somewhat frightened at the possibility. Terrador smiled to the young Fire Dragon.
"You have no need to worry Flame, the Dark Master was defeated and destroyed. There is no possible way that I know of that could bring him back."
"I believe that I have a theory for why the surge of Dark Energy has been cumulative over time." A few moments passed.
"Well speak up, we don't have all day," Cyril called out to Volteer.
"Arrogant little- "Volteer spoke under his breath before returning to the conversation. "With the destruction of Malefor that must have resulted in his forces going into hiding. Possibly that they are being rallied by one of Malefor's allies or lieutenants." Terrador looked to Volteer.
"I suppose we will have to wait and see." Cyril blurted out to Terrador.
"Wait, why would we do that, we should send out search parties, send patrols, prevent any possibility of anything happening." Terrador looked to the Ice Guardian.
'I believe it be best if we trust the instincts of Ignitus, he is the Chronicler after all."
"We should still increase defenses."
"Agreed." Blazeus looked down to Spyro with sad eyes, Spyro looked up to the Fire Dragon, unsure of what was occurring.
"I have to say Spyro, I truly am sorry that you never had the chance to meet your parents."
"Blazeus, really it's fine." Spyro still looking at Blazeus smiling. Cynder's eyes began to tear up.
"Really it's not. You grew up without your true parents. Though I must say that if your parents were still around today they would be very proud of you." Spyro smiled to Blazeus. "Though I do wish I knew what happened to them, they were good Dragons." Cynder couldn't hold it anymore, she burst into tears and shouted to Blazeus.
"IT'S BECAUSE, OF ME, I DID IT. IT'S MY FAULT! I KILLED THEM" Cynder ran out of the main temple, still sobbing, and took off into the sky.
"Cynder!" Spyro chased after the Dragoness, leaving the guardians along with the Fire Dragons to the chamber. Spyro appeared to completely lose sight of Cynder, until in the distance he could see a faint shadow land in a forest. The Purple Dragon darted to the forest with the speed of lightning. He quickly reached the forest but wasn't sure exactly where Cynder went. The Dragon followed his instincts, which eventually led to a cliff where Cynder's head drooped over, still sobbing. Spyro walked until he was sitting just next to Cynder. The Black Dragoness quickly jerked her head to the side and saw Spyro, in what seemed in an instant she was about to take off. "Please don't go." Spyro was looking at the Black Dragoness with eyes of sadness. Cynder stopped in her tracks and sat, still sobbing.
"I'm so sorry Spyro."
"Please don't be," Spyro spoke in a soft voice to the Dragoness.
"Why. I did the most horrible thing. It's because of me your parents are dead. I killed them."
"That wasn't you." The Purple Dragon was gazing at the turquoise eyes of Cynder.
"Spyro, that's what you say every time, but- "Before Cynder could finish her sentence Spyro leaned in and kissed Cynder on the lips. She leaned in as well. Cynder had always known that Spyro had cared for her, but had never seen him act anything like this. The Dragoness felt a happiness and a warmth dwell in her heart. The two leaned back, no longer locking lips.
"I love you." The two Dragons spoke in unison, it was the first time Cynder had heard these words come from the lips of Spyro. The thought of the painting on the roof of Spyro's room came to mind. The two Dragons smiled each other, their tails tied around each other. They both laid down, and Cynder cuddled her head under Spyro's, both fell asleep. Through the bushes, tears fell from the Blue Eyes of a Pink Dragoness. A trail of tears from the sobs of Ember lead from the bush all the way to Dragon City, and into her room.
Ember laid to the balcony of her room, still crying looking at her fireplace. She heard footsteps coming from behind her she quickly looked back and saw Flame look at her through her doorway.
"Are you ok Ember?" Flame slowly made his way in Embers room. The Pink Dragoness continued to cry.
"It's Spyro." Flame jumped up.
"What, did something happen. Is he ok?" The Red Dragon was ready to take off into the sky in search of Spyro.
"No, he's fine." Ember continued to cry. "He's with Cynder." Flame looked at her in realization of what happened.
"Oh." Flame began to make his way to the door. "I'm sorry Ember. I can understand if you want some space, I'll go." Ember looked up to Flame. "If you need anything just let me know." The Red Dragon was at the door, looking back at Ember.
"Thank you, Flame." They both smiled at each other, and Flame left the room with only Ember on his mind.
Cynder opened her eyes around her and looked around, she sat within her room. The Dragoness sighed in disappointment knowing that the night before was only a dream. Even though it was only a dream, she still thought of the kiss the two Dragons shared that night and hoped that it would eventually truly occur. The Dragoness looked out through her balcony. She looked out and saw the city in flames, what looked like shadows attacked the city. The Dragoness thought to herself before taking off.
"I guess Spyro was wrong." She quickly flew to the wall to see that it was completely destroyed. There were hundreds of dead bodies that laid on the ground. Two of the dead bodies were Cyril and Mason. There was no time to mourn over their loss, the Dragoness flew at lightning speed deeper into the city. She eventually found what looked like the Grublins fighting into the city. The Dragoness landed, sending poison at a Grublin melting the monster. She turned around to see several making their way to the Dragoness. Siren Screams filled the air, red beams of energy went directly into the Grublins attempting to attack Cynder. The Grublins wouldn't move, they stood still petrified, unable to move out of fear. Cynder then spiraled into them coating her scales in a layer of venom. The Grublins seemingly disintegrated on impact. Cynder turned around and saw Ember running up. "Is Spyro ok?"
"Oh, he's fine." The Dragoness gave a mischievous grin to Cynder. Then behind from Ember Spyro quickly ran up next to her.
"Spyro, thank…" Cynder was interrupted by the shockwaves of steps from behind her, she turned around ready to attack, but rather than attacking she stood in fear.
"Ah, hello there Cynder. We haven't spoken in how long was it?"
"No, that's not possible." Cynder exited her stage of fright. "You're dead." The Dragoness shouted at the Dragon standing before her.
"You see me standing here. Is there any more proof that you need." A tall, Purple Dragon stood before Cynder, with a large grin. "Purple Dragons are very hard to kill, and as I said before, I am eternal." Cynder released a blast of Convexity to Malefor, the Purple Energy simply deflected off of the scales of the Dragon. "Did you really think that would work?" The Dragons once malformed look of Malefor from Cynder's previous encounter no longer existed, instead, a prideful Dragon stood. "You once served me very well Cynder, so I will tell you the truth." Cynder backed up as Malefor stepped closer. "Before I end your insignificant life, everything around you, everything that you've ever loved will perish." Cynder looked to her right and saw Ember and Spyro looking at each other.
"I love you Ember." The two Dragons kissed each other on the lips, Cynder stared in horror. Spyro took off to attack Malefor, but before he could attack the Dragon his scales turned black. Just moments after Malefor sliced the head off of the Young Purple Dragon, dropping to the floor.
"Spyro!" Tears quickly came off of the eyes of the Dragoness, Malefor took several steps closer until Cynder was cornered.
"And now it is your turn." Malefor took his claws out ready to strike at the Dragoness. The Dark Master swung his paw to Cynder, just before the Dragoness lost her head she jerked up. The Dragoness looked around her, panting heavily. She stood at the edge of the cliff, and to her right there slept Spyro. The Dragoness breathed a sigh of relief before lying back down.
It was only a nightmare.