You guys probably know what happens next...hehehe...

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Spyro characters or the games. I do own Matt, my human OC.

Matt was knocked backwards again by the Heartless Spyro's attack. He pounded his fist against the ground and groaned in pain. He was trying his best…but he was on the brink of complete exhaustion.

"I think it's time to put you out of your misery," the evil being said. "As fun as it's been, I think I've kept my brother waiting long enough…" Spyro powered up his darkness for what was no doubt a final attack.

I did my best…Stitch…Pikachu..Spyro…I'm sorry… Matt got to his knees and braced himself for the worst.

But the attack never came…Matt opened his eyes. The Heartless was stuck in his tracks, a look of confusion on his face.

"Huh?" Matt asked.

For the first time since Matt had seen Spyro turn into his dark form, the evil figure had a look of fear in his pupil-less eyes.

Matt gasped. A small light began to form on Spyro's chest. It grew and grew with each passing second.

"What's…happening?" The Heartless said in horror.

Matt shielded his eyes from the light, which had gotten too bright for him to handle. He could hear the Heartless's screams in the background.

When the light faded away, Matt put down his arms. He couldn't believe his eyes.

On one hand, he saw the real Spyro and Cynder in each other's arms. On the other hand was something completely different.

Matt had seen a lot of ugly Heartless, but Spyro's could have easily out uglied them all. It was completely black and had the shape of a ferocious animal that Matt couldn't even guess. Spikes protruded from multiple points on its body, with the symbol of the Heartless on it's chest.

"No…," the Heartless said with an even colder voice. "This isn't…POSSIBLE!" It looked at Spyro and Cynder, who weren't even paying him any attention. "You…will pay…"

"I don't think so!" Matt seized his chance. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he charged as fast as he could towards the Heartless. It tried to counterattack, but out of Spyro's body it's attacks bounced harmlessly off of the Keyblader.

"Take this!" Matt yelled. He swung his blade into the Heartless with all his might. It was so hard, that he slid a few feet forward. "Gotcha!"

"Noo!!!" The Heartless disintegrated in a puff of smoke, Matt's Keyblade having delivered the finishing blow.

Matt sighed a breath of relief. He glanced over at Spyro and Cynder, who were still holding each other as tight as they could. From what he could tell, they weren't going to let go anytime soon.

"All right…," Matt said softly. With that, he collapsed face first on the ground and his Keyblade disappeared.

This caught the attention of both Spyro and Cynder. "Matt!" They both exclaimed, rushing to his side.

"C'mon…," Spyro said.

Spyro and Cynder lifted him on their backs and carried him over to the wall, with Matt wearing a blank expression. They propped him up on his back.

"Spyro…," Matt said. "Are you…are you ok?"

"I'm fine…," Spyro stole a glance at Cynder. "In fact, I couldn't be better."

"That's great to hear man…," Matt replied.

"Matt…I…we don't know how to thank you," Spyro said.

"How did you know how to…do whatever you did to save Spyro?" Cynder asked.

"It's odd," Matt said. He shook his head. "I just remembered that one way to bring someone back from the darkness…is to share the light of your heart with them. And who better to bring Spyro back than someone who loves him the most…"

Cynder blushed at the comment.

"You knew all this time…about us?" Spyro asked.

"Well..it was kind of obvious," Matt said. "I always had a feeling…" He then looked down. "At least you both are ok…" he said sadly. Spyro put his head down too.

Cynder then gasped. "Oh, Matt! I forgot…" She smiled. "Your friends…they're alright!"

Matt and Spyro yelled "What?!"

"Really?" Matt asked. "Stitch and Pikachu are ok? Are…are you sure it was them?"

"One is blue and the other is yellow. They're both small too…that's them right?"

Matt's grin extended as far as it could go. "I don't believe it…"

"They made me promise to tell you…and right now they're fighting to protect the city with everything they have."

"They would…," Matt said under his breath. He then remembered. "This isn't over yet…Malchoir…he's still out there. Spyro…Cynder…you guys have to stop him."

"What about you?" Spyro asked. "We're not going to just leave you here."

"Not after all you've done," Cynder added. "Matt, we need to get you back to the temple."

Matt shook his head. "No…you have to go now. If you don't, then Malchoir will overrun the world with Heartless…and there will be nothing left to save…"

"But, Matt…," Spyro pleaded.

"No, Spyro! You and Cynder have to finish this…once and for all." Matt winced. "Besides…I can barely move…I have nothing more to give. Please…I beg you…finish what my friends and I started. I know you can. He's probably at the top of the Mountain…"

Spyro and Cynder looked at each other. "Spyro," Cynder said. "What do you want to do?"

"He's right, Cynder. Malchoir is still out there…and he must be stopped…especially if we want this to finally end."

Cynder thought for a moment, and then nodded with Spyro. "Alright…"

"Matt," Spyro said. "Again…Cynder and I don't know how to thank you…"

"Thank me after you guys beat Malchoir," Matt replied.

"We'll come right back for you," Cynder said.

Matt nodded. "Spyro…Cynder…good luck."

Spyro and Cynder both gave Matt a long look, then they both took to the air and flew out through the door of the building.

Matt breathed a long sigh. He wanted with all his being to face Malchoir…but he had used up all his strength against the Heartless…what could he possibly do?

"Please…protect them…," Matt whispered. He then closed his eyes and let his exhaustion wash over him. His head fell forward…

"You're not giving up already, are you Matt?" a voice in his head said.

"No…," Matt thought. "I don't want to…wait a minute…"

"That's right…"

Matt opened his eyes. He gasped. "Ig…Ignitus? Is that you?" The new Chronicler stood before him…and least Matt thought he was there. "What's…going on?"

"Young warrior…you have done well. You have fought with honor against the gravest of circumstances, and you did it not with just your Keyblade…but with your heart…and not once did you ever give up hope. That hope was rewarded when you and Cynder saved Spyro from a darkness that even I knew nothing about. I am forever in your debt."

"Well…I don't know what to say," Matt replied. "What are you doing here anyway, Ignitus?"

"Matt, I am here to offer you a gift from the ancestors as recognition of your bravery. Apparently, they are quite impressed with your determination to save a fellow dragon."

"What do you mean…? I can't go anymore…I'm out of energy…"

"If you're willing to go and face Malchoir, then I'm here to tell you that it can be done. It will take more than Spyro and Cynder's best effort to defeat him. Of course, the choice is yours alone."

Matt didn't hesitate. "Ignitus, I want to finish this."

"I thought you'd say that. Thank you, Matt. For everything…"

Matt then felt something inside of him. It was a warm feeling…

What's...going on?

Do I have one more twist in store? The final showdown begins next chapter! Stay tuned!

Peace out,

Biz