This is a flashback chapter!
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"I think I can stop it! I think I'm meant to..." Spyro looked down as he focused his power.
Cynder took a deep breath. "Then I'm with you!"
Spyro gathered all his power and released a powerful purple wave.
Cynder, believing she was about to die, looked at Spyro and said three simple words, "I love you."
The wave was so emmensly powerful that the world suddenly stopped. All sound was gone, everyone all over the world ceased breath. Even water stopped flowing. Everything suddenly moved in reverse, birds flew backwards, rain fell up, and Cynder's words returned to her. "Ouy evol I." She was surprised as she found her self moving in reverse. She and Spyro began falling up the hole that they came through. The only thing that didn't go in reverse was Malefor, Spyro's strange power couldn't rewind the dead. They continued to rewind, all the way until they stood at the doors to Malefor's lair. "What... What happened?!" asked Cynder.
"I... We're... home..." said an exhuasted Spyro. He passed out on the floor.
"Spyro!" Cynder shouted. "Are you okay?!" Cynder was cut off as the temple that was suspended above the sky began slowly floating back to the ground. "Huh?" The temple began reconstructing itself. "How is this happening?" Cynder wondered. Her mouth gaped open as the damage was fixed. "Dear ancestors..."
The next day
Spyro woke up in a warm bed. He stretched and noticed Cynder, Sparx, Terrador, Cyril, and Volteer standing around him. "Where... What... Cynder? Sparx?"
"You finally woke up, young dragon," said Terrador.
"You had us worried!" said Cyril.
"Way to go! You kicked Malefor's butt!" said Sparx. He began flying around his brother's head. "Spyro! Spyro! Spyro! Spyro! Spyro!" The young dragonfly kept chanting.
"We actually did it? We won?!" asked Spyro.
"That's right, Spyro," said Cynder. "You rewound time and brought us home." A thought burned in the back of her mind. She kept a smile, but she kept thinking, Did he hear me? Does he know that I love him? What if he didn't hear me?!
"Come, everyone," said Terrador. "Spyro needs his rest."
"Terrador, can I stay here a little longer? I want to keep him company," Cynder said.
"Very well, Cynder. Just be careful," Terrador said. He left with Cyril and Volteer.
"See ya later, Spyro! I'll be celebrating at Warfang!" Sparx flew out the door in a hurry.
Spyro and Cynder were alone in the room. Cynder held an akward silence. "Thenks for helping me, Cynder," said Spyro. "I couldn't have done it without you."
Spyro's words brought Cynder out of her trance. "Huh? Oh... yeah... Me neither." Ask him! Ask him now! "Spyro, did you... uhh..."
"Did I what?" Spyro asked.
Cynder hesitated. "Did you... did you..." She couldn't say it. When she said it in the core, she thought she was going to die. Now, she can't say it. "I... nevermind. I should let you rest." She turned her head away.
"Cynder, what's wrong? What were you going to ask me?"
Cynder found herself yelling, "It's nothing, Spyro! Just leave it alone..." She ran out of the room.
"What was that all about?" Spyro lay his head down and tried to sleep.
Cynder sat in the hall crying. "Why can't I say it?! Why?!" Tears ran down her cheeks. They tasted bitter as they ran into her open mouth. "Why..."
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I forgot to mention that flashback chapters are very short!