Don't read this if you don't like character death. You have been warned.

The fall of a hero

The room went dead quiet as the words sank in.

"What happens if I'm killed in the past?" asked Spyro, eyes still locked on the screen.

"Your future is destroyed,"replied the professor in little more then a whisper. This sentence was followed by another uncomfortable silence.

"How did he...come back?" questioned Ember, glancing at the time machine.

"Everything was so quiet. Why is this happening?" Ember asked herself. Something inside of her was telling her that something terrible was about to happen, this made her worry even more.

"I have no idea, but we have to go back after him," answered Spyro, walking towards the large machine and frowning, "can you send me and Ember back?"

"Into your own past? It will be extremely risky," stated the professor, scurrying over to a console next to the time machine.

"You understand, of course, that if you alter anything in the past, you could re-arrange the future as we know it and collapse the past that you are in?"

"Professor, we don't have a choice here. If Evil kills me, everything I did will become undone," replied Spyro, in a louder voice. The prof pressed some small keys and the machine hummed into life. A glow like a dark gem flooded the room as a purple rip appeared in the fabric of the realm. Spyro approached the tare, curiously pushing his hand through and gradually stepping into the past. Ember ran up beside him and grabbed his hand.

"Hold on Ember," Spyro managed to say before vanishing completely. Embers hand sank further and further. The unusual feeling of being sucked down a drain spread up her arm to her shoulder. She stepped in and was engulfed by flashes of multicoloured light.

She was travelling faster then ever before, clutching onto Spyro for dear life as they plummeted further along.

"Woooooooa!" exclaimed Spyro as they twisted around a sharp corner.

It felt as if they were being drained of energy. Just as it felt as though they would puke, they burst out into a large, empty green field and passed out.

When Ember awoke, Spyro was leaning over her.

"Are you alright? You look pale,"said Spyro, stroking her forehead.

"I'm fine now,"she answered, getting up slowly, "where are we?"

"A field near the school,"replied Spyro, gesturing towards a tower in the distance.

"Lets find you, that's who Evil will be looking for,"muttered Ember, getting up and walking down the slope.

A moment later they emerged outside the tower and were met with a sight that made them both gasp in terror. Evil was holding a rather familiar purple hatchling by the neck. Evil looked larger then last time, and more terrifying. His large fangs had doubled in length and his horns were a gruesome yellow. His black scales glinted menacingly in the sun.

The younger version of Spyro was panicking and thrashing around wildly trying to get free, but having little success. Evil was grinning wickedly at the future Spyro, who seemed to be struggling for breath himself. Ember lunged forwards, "Get off him!" she yelled.

Evil dropped the dying hatchling to the ground and turned to Ember.

Ember saw the attack coming but it was too late to avoid it. It hit her full on and sent her flying into a nearby tree.

Evil smirked, "Pathetic," he said in a voice that chilled Ember to the bone. Evil walked over to the older Spyro. With a movement that was too fast for the eye to see, Evil punched Spyro in the jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. Now helpless because of his dying past, Spyro could not fight back. This meant that Ember was fighting alone. Ember charged towards Evil who was now lifting Spyro off the ground by his neck.

With a flick of his wrist, his telekinetic powers sent Ember hurtling towards the school tower and pinned her there. As Ember struggled to break free, Evil unsheathed a deadly blade from his wrist and raised it to Spyro's heart. Ember's eyes went wide with terror and the world seemed to move in slow motion as Evil thrust the blade forwards. It plunged deep into Spyro's chest, piercing his heart.

"NOOOOOO!"screamed Ember, tears streaming down her face as Spyro's blood stained the ground. It was that moment that tore Ember's heart and soul apart.

Evil dropped his hold on Ember and Spyro and both fell to the ground.

"At last, the fall of the hero,"exclaimed Evil, laughing dryly, "I just hope you died with as much, if not more, pain as I did," and with that he disappeared through the time stream, leaving the now rupturing past to collapse.

Ember ran up the slope to where Spyro's body lay crumpled and defeated.

She collapsed to her knees beside him, her falling tears mixing with her mates blood.

"Oh God...!" she sobbed, raising his head, "Spyro!... Talk to me!... Please don't be d-dead!... You can't be dead!... Oh God don't let him die!..I need you!... I need you so m-much!.. You can't go... get up... please wake up!" She gently shook his lifeless body.

She kissed him gently, whispering desperate pleas into his ear, "I love you... don't go... I love you... please... don't leave me... DON'T LEAVE ME!" she screamed to the sky. She pulled his limp body into a hug, crying into his neck as her only love faded away into nothing.