Cynder went for a full strength attack while she had the chance. Spyro absorbed the hit for the most part. She dug her claws into his side and blood poured out. Spyro cringed. The pain didn't feel bad at all, but loosing blood certainly did. Cynder regretted that she had hit him. He was one of her only friends in the world. And his blood gave her a strange feeling. Like a burning sensation almost… Whatever it was, it was a tad scary. The Chronicler had backed up and was searching the shelves near him rapidly for something. Spyro was about to charge him, extreme blood loss and all, but Cynder gave him another forceful hit. More blood rained down onto the ground, forever staining some of the books. They appeared to be getting the burning effect as well. They shriveled into dust. I suppose the pottery of the Tall Plains never existed now… Cynder thought to herself. Spyro again charged Cynder into the wall and held her there as she whimpered in pain. She slid to the ground and things began to fade away…
When Cynder began to awake and tried to move, she found that she couldn't. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. All she heard was the silence of night and saw the stars twinkling. A warm breeze blew by. Am I dead? Is this heaven? She thought in awe. The stars were all in full view. All of them. Every single constellation was there. They all were shining as bright as they could and Cynder could identify all of them. Even the ones she never saw before. She felt warmth and power surge through her veins. Her own voice was speaking softly to her. By the wings of Cygnus, by the fins of Pieces, by the strength of Scorpio, and the light of Polaris, I grant you these powers to be used in the time of need. Be careful Cynder, looks may be deceiving. Now, awaken. Cynder opened her eyes for real this time. Yet again, she could not move, but she certainly could speak.
"Where? What? Spyro!" She shouted. She and the Chronicler were chained down firmly near the hourglass. He was looking through a bookshelf. He already had a large stack of books next to the hourglass. He selected one, and then looked through the books he had. With a faint smile on his face, he turned to them.
"Well, what must be done must be done. You've caused me trouble, pain, and suffering. The only reason that has happened was because my dark side had taken control of my thoughts, actions, and what I believe in. The only way for everyone to be at peace is for me to disappear from existence. Goodbye Cynder. You and Sparx were the best friends I ever could've hoped for." He hurriedly uncapped the hourglass and tossed the books in. He began to fade away. What? You idiotic simpleton! We could have had it all, the world, and the universe! Everything! The Dark Spyro cried out with his last fading breath.
"Spyro, no!" Cynder screamed and thrashed at the chains. She felt power surging through her veins as she hit them. They easily gave under her might. She sped towards the now halfway gone Spyro. She jumped into the hourglass and began to move downward. The sand had the same consistency of water; only it was hard to breathe and chocked her when she opened her mouth. As she went further down, she began to feel weaker, and like she was carrying more weight. It hit her that she was getting older by the second. Almost there… Got them! Cynder tried to return to the surface, but she was down too far and wasn't strong enough to pull herself back up. She began to sink deeper towards the bottom. With all of her last might; she released all the energy she had built up. Light began to swirl around slowly at first, then faster. It felt like something was pulling her backwards quickly. Everything turned white as the purest of light, then black like the night.
It was a bright sunny day earlier, and now a dark peaceful night. Spyro sat atop the temple, watching leaves blow in the breeze. No one had known about this place, Not Ignitus, not Volteer, not Cyrill, not Terrador, not Sparx, nor Cynder. Spyro liked it this way; the world was hard and cruel to him. He needed a break every now and again. Ever since being "the chosen dragon" his life flew by so fast, days became hours, weeks became days, months became weeks and so on. He was becoming weak again, but he had been fighting more than usual, Ignitus worried, but Spyro knew everything was all right. The whole world seemed to glow as golden leaves flew by. It was a truly remarkable sight.
"Spyro!" A voice called from far away.
"I say, where do you think he has gone off to this time?" another voice chimed in. It was Ignitus and Cyrill. There were more chatterings coming from them, but they were too far away. But because he could hear them, he guessed that they were directly below him.
"I'm coming!" he called out as loud as he could. Carefully gliding down to a large mushroom to insure that his hiding place would not be found, Spyro jumped in the canopy of plant life that surrounded the temple. Sparx often hid in the plant to jump out and scare people. Lately, he hadn't been doing it much, considering that Terrador was caught by surprise and squashed him against a wall. Spyro leaped and hurried, trying to be discreet. Finally, after minutes of running he finally reached the temple door. Taking the long way took forever, but gliding down would've revealed him. Ignitus was already waiting for him.
"There you are, I've been looking for you, were in the world did you go?" asked Ignitus.
Cynder watched this scene from afar. Had she really just turned back time? She checked her whole body over. It seemed just fine. And unlike before, the stars weren't calling out to her. Everything seemed… normal. Just as it should be. Maybe Ignitus was right; she was a special and powerful dragon. And she had used her powers to the best of her ability. Not only did she save several lives, she also saved a friendship that was never intended to end.
"Anyway, the view up there is really great! You should come see it!" Spyro said to Ignitus.
"I will do so soon young dragon, I will do so soon." He replied with a smile on his face.
"We could go now, or tomorrow, or maybe when I finish my lessons early!" Spyro said, smiling. "Oh, Ignitus, umm… thanks for taking care of me like you were my own father. It's really nice and you mean a lot to me." Spyro said, looking straight into his eyes.
"You're welcome young dragon." Ignitus said, perplexed. Spyro had been more of a friend than a child to him, and he seemed attached, as if Ignitus were about to leave and go somewhere. "Well then," he said, remembering his conversation "Head off to sleep now." He said, pushing him off.
As Spyro walked to his room, he looked at the rooftop where Cynder was standing. Our powers are long gone. You've sown that you're a greater match to take on the world than I am. I wish you luck in the many adventures you'll face. It's all I can do, without you, everything would be lost, especially our everlasting friendship.
THE END