Finally, what (probably) most have you been waiting for: the Spyro and Cynder chapter! It'll go back and forth between Kratos and Spyro and Cynder, but a thing like this:

(Spyro & Cynder)

Will tell you what character I'm focusing on.

I hope you'll enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed typing it.

Disclaimer: Kratos is owned by Santa Monica, and Spyro and all its characters are currently owned by Sierra…right? The Spyro games changes hands so often I'm confused who owns it anymore.

As Kratos walked through the jungle, he contemplated his predicament. He was stranded on an alien planet, strangely had some equipment that Zeus' spirit had blasted off (though he thought as this as more of a boon), and he could 'feel' the Blade of Olympus, which was calling him toward the large mountain. Oh, and he was suppose to be dead.

However, he stopped pondering when he reached a grand temple. It looked as though it was still of the process of being built, with unfinished walls and support beams sticking out. Suddenly, two beings stepped out of the temple's doors. Kratos quickly stepped into the tress, since it was evening now and the sun was directly overhead.

Kratos peeked out to see what the creatures were. They walked on all fours, had scaly skin, and had wings on their backs. Kratos remembered he had heard of such creatures a long time ago in stories told of the beginning of time. It was said dragons existed in the Golden Age of the Titans, but had disappeared after the first Great War. No one knew if they still existed or had died out. Even Kratos, who had journeyed far and wide for ten years in the Gods' service, had never seen a dragon. It was said they were fearsome beasts, which savagely ate anything, even other dragons.

But these dragons looked civilized. Kratos listened in to what they were saying.

"I still don't know, Volteer," said the blue one to the yellow dragon, which must have been Volteer. "Spyro and Cynder are progressing more slowly than I thought they would. Do you think that battle with Malefor finally did it for their elemental powers?"

"Nonsense, Cyril!" said Volteer. "Spyro and Cynder still have all their elements, they just need more time to develop them, that's all."

"I hope so," said Cyril dismally. "I'd hate to know that Spyro could never fully unlock the potential of glorious ice!"

"You do mean electricity…don't you?" asked Volteer in an irritated way.

Cyril gave a chuckle. "Volteer, how many times must we go through this? Spyro would want to learn ice before electricity. End of story."

"I hate to inform you, Cyril," said Volteer, "But Spyro specifically asked me this morning to train him. I had to turn it down due to the trip to Warfang, of course, but still, he asked me."

And so they continued bickering as they flew up into the air and towards the city in the distance.

Kratos shook his head at his bewilderment.

'Tribal cats, regenerating crystals, and now civilized dragons? This surely is a backwards world.'

However, they had left the temple door slightly open, and since it was faster to go through the temple than around it, Kratos softly sneaked into the temple, unaware he was being watched…

(Spyro)

Spyro was currently in his bedroom, resting after training for a while. I had been nine months since the war had ended, and he had officially turned 16, along with Cynder, who, having never really known her birthday, assumed it was close to Spyro's birthday.

Since the old temple was destroyed by Malefor, the Guardians had to build a new one. The moles had happily agreed to build them one, and were following blueprints that had been left behind by…

Spyro sighed. He was still obsessing over Ignitus' death, and still somewhat blamed himself for it. But Cynder had said that Ignitus had died for them, so his death wasn't in vain. Maybe he should finally put his mentor's death behind him…

However, before the purple dragon could possibly come to terms with the Fire Guardians death, as if by fate, Sparx came in to ruin his concentration.

"Surprise!" said Sparx. "So, how's my favorite brother doing?" Even though Spyro learned he was a dragon, he still liked to call Sparx his brother.

"I'm your only brother," stated Spyro.

"Doesn't mean you still can't be my favorite, can it?" said Sparx, batting his eyelashes.

Spyro rolled his eyes. "What do you want now, Sparx?"

"Nothing! I'm just worried about you, buddy. You've been in this place for what, almost nine months?"

It was true. Although he was a hero all across the world, he had been cooped up in the new temple, only occasionally going outside or to the dragon city.

"It's for my training…" said Spyro, but that sounded weak to him. He suspected the Guardians kept him and Cynder inside because people still feared the purple dragons, and as for Cynder…well, being the Dark Master's right hand woman doesn't make you the most popular person, even if you did help save the world.

"Uh uh…" said Sparx. "Soooooo, here's what I say: while Cyril and Volteer are out and with Terrador looking over building the temple, how's 'bout we go out and fly? Your skin needs the sunlight."

"Alright," said Spyro, "but on one condition: we get to bring Cynder along with us."

"Ah man, her? She'll ruin our fun!" complained Sparx. While he and Cynder weren't friends, they weren't enemies, either, and had called up an official 'truce' between them.

"Sparx…"

"Okay, okay!" Sparx sighed. "I'll meet you-and Cynder- outside, okay?"

With that Sparx flew around the corner…only to fly back with a look of horror on his face.

"Grublins!" he shouted, which was confirmed when an axe got thrown into the wall and an Orc retrieved it.

"I got it!" shouted Spyro, and flamed the monster. However, more appeared behind it.

Spyro flamed them all and clawed at them, killing them and releasing the crystals of which they were made from, healing Spyro and slightly giving back some energy.

"That's the third time this week!" exclaimed Spyro, for it was true. Groups of Grublins, still around after Malefor's defeat, had occasionally attacked the new temple and its builders. The Guardians took care of them easily, but they were still a hazard to the mole builders.

"Do you think there's more of them?" said Sparx.

"Let's go find out." Said Spyro, and ran down to where the Grublins had come from.

(Kratos)

Kratos hated sneaking. He really did. He only did it when the time demanded it. Like now. Kratos knew he could handle cheetahs, and defiantly handle small moles, but dragons were a different matter. He never fought one before, so he didn't know how challenging they were. And by the talk of the two dragons, they could control the elements, like the Gods themselves! And while Kratos could take them down, he didn't want to slow down his progress and have to kill the whole temple. And how would he explain himself to them?

'What would I say to them?' Kratos thought. 'That I am a fallen god of war and killed all other gods? Do they even believe in gods? Like it matters. Once I get the Blade, I'll regain all the powers of Olympus…if it still has it.'

And so Kratos walked softly through the temple, looking around for another exit. He opened doors to see where they lead, but the only places he had seen were a library, some rooms, and a dining area.

Kratos was going to check another door when another group of Orcs came at him.

"YOU DARE ATTACK ME! THE GOD OF WAR!" Kratos shouted, drawing the Blades of Exile.

The Orcs gave no response except for to attack him. Kratos swung his blades, being rewarded with blood and bits of earthy material. Two Orcs tried to gang up on him, but he stabbed them through the chest. He swung them into the other Orcs, slamming them down to the ground. But the Orcs got back up again, only to receive another helping of chain-blades.

After killing them all, he ran along the hallway. He didn't care if he was heard; his enemies knew he was here and he had to escape fast. He ran until he reached a door bigger than the other ones. He pushed it open and found…

(Spyro)

Spyro was getting fatigued, but still had to fight on. He had taken out another group, but still more were coming.

"This is the biggest amount yet!" exclaimed Spyro as he electrocuted more Orcs and Flies. He had used up all his energy and was breathing heavily. An Orc saw his opportunity and raised his axe to finish Spyro off.

"Look out!" shouted Sparx, and Spyro looked up to see the Orc…being blown into the wall by a sudden gust of wind. Spyro instantly knew who did that.

"Cynder!" he cried out in joy as the black dragoness approached him.

"Did I miss anything important?" she asked.

"Nothing much," said Spyro. "Orcs attacking the temple, trying to kill me."

"So, not much, right?" replied Cynder.

"Yeah."

"I hate to interrupt," said Sparx to the two of them, "but does someone remember that there are Grublins on the loose?"

"Sparx's right…for once," said Cynder, earning her a tongue stick-out from Sparx. "We have to protect the workers."

And so they continued on, attacking any Grublins they came across. They came across one group that was about to kill a mole.

"I got it!" said Cynder, releasing a scream of Fear upon them, making them drop their weapons and cower before her. Spyro finished them off with a dose of fire.

"Oh, thank you so very much," said the mole, "but I think there's still more ahead!"

"We've got it." Said Spyro, and ran off to find more of them.

After a while of clawing and breaths, Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx finally made it to the large door marked the Training Area. Behind it hey could here grunts of fighting and slamming noises.

"Do you think Terrador's in there?" asked Cynder.

"Only one way to find out," said Spyro, and pushed open the door…

(Kratos)

…pushed open the door and found an area of sand. Kratos walked on it, closing the door behind him shut. However, as soon as he did, Grublins appeared. But not just the Orcs, oh no.

They brought a Troll.

Kratos looked at the huge monster. It looked as big as a Cyclops… and might handle just as well. Kratos made a dash for the beast, but this one proved infuriating. It blocked his attacks with its arms and constancy swung them, making it hard for Kratos to get a hit. Hard, but not impossible. Finally, Kratos was able to get around to the Trolls back. He began climbing up it by stabbing it with the Blades of Exile. The Troll tried to get him off, but Kratos stabbed it in the neck before it could throw him off.

Now, in control of the Troll, Kratos began to turn the tides. With each stab, the Troll punched the ground or swung its arms, killing any Grublin foolish enough to stand in its path. But the Troll was getting weaker, so Kratos had to end it. Wrapping the chains around its neck, Kratos leap off to the ground behind it and began to pull. The poor beast fell to its knees trying to get the chains off, but Kratos' will was stronger. With one final effort, Kratos pulled on the chains, ripping through its neck and making the Troll's head roll.

As his Blades retracted, he noticed the door being pushed open…

n00b

(Spyro & Cynder)

…pushed open the door to immediately find a Troll's head decapitated from its body.

"Holy Ancestors!" said the trio. However, they choked on their own amazement when they saw the thing next to the deceased Troll.

The thing had bone white skin, with a red marking running across it. It had a large scar across its stomach, and one across its right eye. It wore only a few things: a kilt, a pair of boots, and a golden armlet that had a spot of blood on it. The creature held two blades in its hands, that were connected to it's wrists by chains. And the expression on its face… it looked like one that was virtually pissed off at everything.

And it stared straight at Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx.

The room went silent. Suddenly, a grunting sound emerged. Looking down at the creatures feet, they saw an Orc who had lost its legs that had crawled over to the being. The figure looked down at the Orc with a face of disgust.

Suddenly, the creature lifted his foot up and brought it down on the Orc's head, smashing it and sending out bits of brain and blood.

"AHHHHHHHH!" Sparx screamed in a voice an octave higher than usual. Spyro and Cynder could only stare in amazement. However, four more Orcs appeared between them. The thing ran out the door on the other side of the room, avoiding the Grublins and Spyro and Cynder all together.

"Wait!" called out Spyro, but it was too late. The creature was gone, and in its place were four Grublins. Spyro and Cynder prepared to fight… But before they could even make a move, a boulder, thrown from behind them, smashed into the Orcs and destroyed them all. Looking behind them, they saw Terrador running up to them.

"Young dragons, are you alright?" asked the Earth Guardian, who had been promoted to the leader after Ignitus' death. "I tried to find you once I realized we were being attacked."

"We're okay," said Cynder, but Sparx was still gaping at the spot where that white colored thing was.

"DID YOU SEE THAT?" Sparx shouted. "D-did you see that? I wasn't the only person that saw that, right?"

"What are you talking about, Sparx?" asked Terrador. However, before the dragonfly could answer, Cyril and Volteer came running up to them.

"Sorry we couldn't get here sooner, but we only just got back from Warfang," said Cyril. "Once we heard what was happening, we rushed back here as soon as we could."

"Guys, focus!" said Sparx. "Remember that…that…thing we were just talking about?"

"What thing?" asked Volteer.

"It was white, red, wore something that looked like a skirt, oh, and LOOKED NOTHING LIKE ANYTHING WE'VE SEEN BEFORE!" Sparx yelled.

Cyril gave a moment's pause to think. "White, you say?"

"Yeah, with a red marking all over it, too," said Spyro.

"Is it just coincidence," said Cyril, "that some citizens claimed to see a bone white creature run across the roofs of Warfang and then a white creature suddenly appeared here in the temple?"

"Wait, other people saw it?" said Cynder.

"Yes, and some claim that it caused the destruction of numerous buildings," said Cyril.

"Well, it can't be just a coincidence," said Terrador, "but we don't even know what it is yet, or why it was here. I say we leave it be until we hear from it again."

"What! Leave it be?" said Sparx. "But you heard the guy! It already destroyed some buildings! We should track it down, we-we should find it and-"

"Alright, Sparx," said Cyril, "since you seem intent on finding it, how about we put you in charge of looking for it?"

Sparx gulped. "T-thank you so much, Cyril. And my first act is…to leave the thing alone until we hear from it again."

"Then there's no point lingering on this," said Terrador. "We need to secure the perimeters to make sure there's no more Grublins about." So all the Guardians left, except for Volteer, who whispered something into Spyro's ear-hole.

"See me later tonight if you want some electricity training," he said, before being called for by Cyril. Volteer gave Spyro a wink and then left, leaving Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx behind in the training area.

"Spyro…what was that thing?" said Cynder in a frightened tone.

"I don't know…" said Spyro. "But I think Terrador's right. We should leave it alone until we hear of it again."

"You mean, I'm right, right?" said Sparx, but his comment fell on deaf ears.

"I just wonder where it's at," said Cynder. "It just seemed so strange, so…out of the ordinary."

"Well, when you're around someone like me, a purple dragon, things tend to be a little unusual most of the time," said Spyro. "Now come on, I'm going to see Volteer about that training. You can come along if you like."

"Alright…" said Cynder, still looking lost in thought. And so the trio left, unaware of the adventure and carnage that would begin the very next day…

(Kratos)

Kratos had finally made it out the other side of the temple and was closer to the mountain than ever before. It was nighttime, and the celestial moons were hanging overhead.

Though Kratos had fought for many days at a time without rest, the battles had finally caught up with him, making his eyes heavy with sleep. He stumbled off the worn trail, and then his legs finally collapsed with fatigue. As he closed his eyes, he wondered, as he wondered for over many years, if the nightmares would come back to haunt him this night…

Lay Worshiper

nOOb- lol you have kiled ur frst trol. U r stil a newb though

Lay Worshiper- You have passed through the temple, and maybe meet some interesting faces…

Okay, let me get this out of the way: I don't know Spyro's age in the New Beginning. I don't think they really mentioned his age. So for me, Spyro was a 12 year old in The New Beginning and 15 years old in The Dawn of the Dragon. If you can prove he was a different age, I would be glad to correct it.

So, Kratos finally meet Spyro and Cynder… for about 20 seconds. But don't worry, people. This is only the beginning! The next chapter is where the main plot begins, and where a very special character will be brought back.

Review, or Spyro will burn you alive!

P.S. Should I lower this to a T rating? Leave your option in your reviews, please.