Spyro awoke to find himself on the floor on a room he had not seen before. The image of his own mind burned inside of his head. The stinging made him feel uneasy. He muscular legs trembled as he got up. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he began to look around. It was a cave with stalagmites all around. Spyro was atop a large, flat rock. He was surrounded by stalagmites, as if her were in his own prison. There was a ledge leading outside, but he'd have to be quick to get there. Breaking into a fast run, he leaped onto the ledge. This action was not done without consequences. His leg was driven into a stalagmite, which made pain flow up the whole left side of his body. As the pain settled in, he felt pretty good. Stronger, almost. With a faint smile, he exited the cave.
A dim light surrounded him. It was soft on his eyes, but the purity of it burned him on the inside. He soon discovered that this area was none other than where he had met the Chronicler. An untouched area of his mind that had been completely forgotten. The floating rocks, hourglasses, and small temples were empty. Everything had a faint echo. It was cold in here, but still, it did not bother him.
"Wait!" he called into the emptiness, "if I'm awake, does that make this place real?" he waited for an answer from a familiar voice, but there was none. "Chronicler?" still none but an echoing silence. "Sparx? Cynder? Ignitus? Terrador? Cyr- ARGH!" He threw himself on the ground, causing himself more pain, which made him feel even stronger. It was all a nightmare, which every time he reached a point of alertness, he was thrown back into a deep sleep. Spyro the dragon was destined to be an unstoppable force. The monster he was smiled at that thought, but the dragon inside him was filled with shame and hatred. Thoughts of doing heroic things and putting others in mind were slowly fading away. A never-ending nightmare, he told himself, a never-ending nightmare. I wish I was dead, then none of this would ever have happened, and everyone could go back to being all right. A sudden thought crossed his mind. If this place was real and he jumped off the edge, he'd either fall into eternity, never to emerge, or die so he won't hurt anyone else.
He backed up as far as he could and charged for the edge of the cliff. He felt the wind rushing by, stinging him, as he did, an aurora of light surrounded him and carried him back to the ledge.
"Now now, we mustn't waste our lives on such behavior" Another Spyro, about the same age as the dark one had lifted him and carried him back. This one was different, his body build was a little different, and he looked friendlier.
"Who are you?" the younger Spyro asked, knowing who he was, but not exactly who.
"Me? Why, I'm your heroic side. The you that has been there since your birth, I am the will the stops you from heading off and killing all of your friends currently. I can't exactly stop us from doing the horrible deeds that we will, but a certainly can slow them. We, on the other hand, can stop us. Your darker side may be stronger and have more mental control, but he isn't invincible like I am. No matter what happens, I'll always be here in this spot. Remember Spyro, the world is what you make of it, and so do all you can. Do me a favor, and wake up."
Spyro awoke in fear as to what was happening. Was the hero's world in his mind real? Could the dark side take control of it or not? While these desperate questions rushed through his head, Cynder charged him onto the ground.
"Whatever's wrong with you, snap out of it, before I do it for you." She screeched sharply.