As they hurried on, Spyro tried to show no sign of thought whatsoever. Cynder kept glancing over to him and trying to read his mind by the expression on his face. Spyro quietly hoped Cynder would never see the monster that he would become. Even thought it was long since Spyro had been into the library, he knew the layout by heart. Instead of running the gauntlet of death, he decided to take the shortcut and bash down one of the walls. It was easy since he was stronger now.
"From here, it's a straight path to the library." Spyro said.
"Alright, I hope we can get there in time." Cynder replied with a weak smile. Wait, if he was already in there, why did he have to bash the wall again? Unless the walls are re-spawning… I have no imagination, everything's just fine. Spyro seems to be back to normal now, I must be imagining things. Cynder thought to herself. She watched as Spyro leaped over debris and rubble with ease, as he instinctively knew where to go. It was amazing that a childhood friend had such strength. Cynder was growing embarrassed of her own powers that were no match for his. In comparison, he seemed like a superior force, she was just a minor speck of dust in his almighty shadow.
"There." Spyro said, making a gesture with his tail. Cynder's eyes lit up in awe. The library had all the books from everything in existence, all continuing to write themselves into place. "Come on, we have to find the Chronicler." Spyro said inspecting the area carefully. He knows we're here! He's hiding Spyro, find him! He must have been reading the book from when the moment we had arrived! Shouted Demonic Spyro loudly in the younger Spyro's mind. I'll need the Chronicler out of my way as well… Spyro thought. He'll get in my way, big time. With a grin, Spyro said, "Come on Cynder, I think he might be this way."
"Are you sure, this seems suspicious… Why would he abandon the library at a time like this when something may be wrong? Shouldn't he stop someone from re-writing history in the books?" Cynder asked nervously.
"He's not here because he's a coward! And need to find him!" Spyro hissed back, rising up to show he wasn't to be challenged by a weaker dragon. Cynder stepped back a little bit, a clear sign that she submits to him. They began to walk down hallway after hallway, twisting and turning the narrow passages. Spyro let out a devious smile and pointed to a large stone door. "It'll take some doing, but we need to split up to open this door. You head to that side, and I'll go this way." Spyro ordered. Cynder simply agreed. There was no use arguing with him, he had the upper hand in this situation. After twelve minutes of continuous walking, Spyro felt dazed and in a dream. A soft light fogged up his vision as he fell into a sweet sleep.
"Spyro, please awaken, for a wish to speak to you. " a voice said. The soft light burned a little, but as it cleared, he could see the Angelic Spyro standing in front of him. Spyro sat up, looking around in awe. This was the same place Demonic Spyro had taken him; only everything was bathed in warmth and light. The water was cool and clear; the clouds above had an aurora to them. This was truly the image that comes to mind when one says Heaven. It took Spyro a few moments to realize the astonishing image was only his reflection in the mirror, just as the Demonic Spyro was. "Now as myself, I can only guess what you may be thinking of doing. Why, I ask you, why?" he looked horrified that he could even think of doing something as horrid as that, "What ever happened to being pure at heart, strong in will, and all those other things Ignitus has told you?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, but for these actions, I need to release all that is of my past and embrace my fate to come. I must bid you a quick farewell; we may never see each other again. We may never see anything ever again." Spyro said in a conclusive manner.
"Yes but-"
"Get me out of here. I want to leave this instant! Let me be me, you are gone and out of my life!" Spyro shouted. The Angelic Spyro looked down in disappointment. With a sigh of defeat, he began murmuring things to himself. Spyro felt the angelic sensation slip away and the cold icy winds of the White Isle sink back into his conscious mind.
Spyro hurried on to the door, and activated the switch. He hurried back to the door where Cynder was waiting impatiently.
"What took you so long?" she asked, sounding concerned.
"I just had a little trouble, my foot got lodged between two rocks, I freed myself, flicked the switch, and here I am. Stop worrying you little witch!" he snapped. Cynder stepped back once more to show she wasn't trying to start any trouble. Spyro knocked into the now unlocked door, smashing it to pieces. The Chronicler was staring into his face with an expression of sheer terror. Cynder glanced back and forth between them as she slowly pieced together the puzzle. Spyro let out a smile and bared his claws. There was no way to stop him now.