It is almost over. One more chapter left after this and this story a year in the making will be done.

Here it is: the almost end of the journey.

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The Apes all of a sudden retreated from the city and followed Malefor. The Gremlins flew up towards the sky, which was suddenly turning into rainclouds. Rain poured into the city. All the residents walked out of their homes and gathered outside the city along with Spyro's forces.

The rain poured soft and light. Then the rain poured heavily and strongly with each passing second, making a thick fog.

Cynder and Whirlwind exited the city, walking together. It seemed that their rivalry had turned into a bond of friendship, and forgotten their arguments.

Ignitor and Stealth Elf walked out with their weapons strapped around their bodies.

Flashwing carried the ashes of Sunburn out with her. Dozens of cheetahs, moles, and dragons hurled around her and the pile of ashes she was carrying, signing for their fallen comrade. The three Dragon Guardians walked around Flashwing and dumped piles of ashes that were the remains of Sunburn's body.

Cynder and Whirlwind gathered around Sunburn's piled ashes. They, too, signed and mourned for their fallen friend.

Sparx the dragonfly was flying towards them, curiously to see what was happening.

"This victory came at a great cost," said Cynder. "First Spyro's father, then a ruined kingdom, and now this. What is to become of us? Spyro is…"

"Here," said a voice.

The mourning sounds turned away and turned toward a walking figure in the deep, think fog. The figure relieved itself to be no other than Spyro, the true king of the Dragon Realms.

"Spyro," gasped Cynder. "Malefor? Is he…"

"Dead," said Spyro, gracefully. "Along with his Apes, they won't be bothering us anytime, anywhere in the future."

The crowd cried in cheers of joy: they were liberated from Malefor and his army of Apes forever. The age of peace has come to the land, and they bowed before their new king.

Spyro walked towards his loyalists, surrounding the ashes of Sunburn. His forces walked out of the way for their new king to make. Spyro made his way towards Flashwing and the pile of Ashes.

"He is gone," said Flashwing, tearfully. "Sunburn…"

Spyro walked near the big pile of ash. "Sunburn, my comrade. My friend. Such a noble sacrifice you didn't have to make."

A tear dropped from his eye and dropped into the pile.

Suddenly, a gush of a strong wind blew in Spyro's face. The wind was strong and fierce like a hurricane. Spyro and his army closed their eyes and covered themselves. With the winds swinging, Spyro flopped to the ground and curled himself up like a ball. His entire army hurled to the ground and hoped for the worst to happen. And just as the winds started, they ended in thirty seconds.

The rains also had stopped; the sun shined over the eastern horizon.

Spyro and his army opened their eyes and blinked. Looking all around, seeing what could have caused it, there was no one there with them. But they all gazed towards the east, looking at the sun if they had seen the sun for the first time.

"It… can't… be…" grumbled Flashwing.

Spyro turned to Flashwing who looked awed and shocked. He turned her direction, of the pile ashes of Sunburn. But it wasn't the ashes of Sunburn, it was the great dragon phoenix hybrid himself: Sunburn. Alive and breathing, Sunburn stood with great pride.

"Sunburn!" sparked Spyro.

All of Spyro's forces looked towards him and were shocked to see Sunburn alive.

"Sunburn, how did you…?"

"Have you all forgotten what I was? I'm half phoenix. Get it now how I survived my death?"

"Oh, yes, I remember," said Spyro. "When a phoenix dies, they burst into ashes but they are reborn from the ashes. And I am reborn."

There were even more cries of joy.

"There is one final thing," said a screechy voice.

A part of the crowd turned toward a high part of the city's wall, to see the Hermit standing on a tower, pointing his stick at a site.

Spyro saw to what the Hermit as pointing at: a small towering structure built a hill overlooking a mountain view of the Dragon Realms.

"The time has come for the new king," stated the Hermit, bowing his head, "to take his place."

Spyro nodded and turned and walked towards the structure with grace and pride like a king. With each step, a spark of green sprang from his feet. Clouds formed overhead, beaming the sun's light at Spyro as he walked closer. Plants around him began to sprout big and wide, far out, and throughout the Dragon Realms. Lush green and animal life began to return as Spyro ended his walk and stood on the structure.

Everyone watch with great joy, and Ignitor, despite being a metal knight of fire, burst into tears of joy, much to Stealth Elf's annoyance of him.

Spyro looked to the sky and heard a ghostly voice call to him, "You did well, my son." His father's voice called out to him, which made Spyro smile brightly.

Life began to bloom in the realms once again, with Spyro as the new king.