Chapter 1
It was the following morning, And the birds were chirping. Spyro opened his eyes as light streamed into them. He lay atop a high plateau, overlooking the valley of Avalar. Almost a whole year had passed since Malefors defeat at the core. Spyro slowly stood, and stretched. Looking around, he spotted Cynder down near the river.
She seemed to be trying to catch some fish. Spyro observed her for a moment, then flew down to join her. "Hows goes the hunt?" Spyro asked as he landed not far away. Cynder turned to him, just as a fish flew past where her face used to be. She looked down and grumbled. "I've caught one fish." She replied, obviously not very impressed with herself.
Spyro smiled, and approached. "Let me try." He said. Cynder backed off. Spyro sat, waiting patiently, not budging an inch. Finally, after severla minute,s he snapped down, and retracted his head with a rather large fish in it. Cynder chuckled. Spyro walked up to her, and dropped it to her feet. "Its all about patience." Spyro said.
"I can see that." Cynder said in reply, Impressed with the size of the fish. Spyro looked to it. "you ate yours, I take it?" he asked.
"Yeah, but it was more bone than meet." She replied. Spyro chuckled slightly. Then took the fish back into his mouth, and made his way to the cover of some trees. Cynder followed, and the two lay down in the shadow of the tree, to enjoy their breakfast. Spyro and Cynder ate in quiet for awhile, just enjoying themselves.
"Hey, what's that?" Cynder asked. Spyor looked up. There was something coming towards them .It was a dragon, blue in color, and at least a young adult. It came to a landing in front of them. "You must be Spyro." he said.
"Yes, and whoa re you? And how did you find us?" Spyro asked.
"I was merely told to come to this valley to deliver to you two a message." he fished around in a bag at his side.
"A message?" Cynder asked. The blue draogn pulled out a not,e and passed it to spyro. "It is for your and Cynders eyes only." the blue dragon then gave a bow. "It has been an honor." and with that, he turned, and took to the skies. Spyro looked to Cynder, and opened the note.
It read as follows:
To the purple Dragon, Spyro, and the black Dragoness, Cynder.
I send to you this message because i require your aid. Recently, my father, Zanatus, passed away. Zanatus was the king of Warfang. Howeve,r wah tw eused to believe was a simply case of old age, has turned out to be far worse. As it so happens, he was poisoned in a manner most foul. However, we cannot identify the poison ourselves, and without that information, we are incapable of tracking down the killers. We request your presence at Warfang castle, to aid in the search for the killers. Cynder can identify the poison, and Spyro can enact the execution. You don't have to come if you don't want to, but I implore you, help me avenge my fathers death.
Sincerely,
-King Meinsar.
Spyro lowered the note, and turned to Cynder. "It seems the new king of warfang is summoning us." he told her.
"What for?" Cynder asked.
"apparently, the last king was murdered. He wants us to help investigate. He thinks that your ability to use poison may help you identify the poison that killed him.." Spyro explained, and looked back to the note. Something wasn't right about this. He could feel it.