You wake up feeling refreshed and ready for a new day. You head to the kitchen, where Gill Grunt is already cooking up some breakfast. "Morning, Spyro! I've got some pancakes and eggs ready for you." You dig in, feeling grateful for the delicious meal. As you eat, you hear a knock at the door.
It's Master Eon, looking serious. "Spyro, I've got some news. A new villain has emerged in the realm, threatening to destroy everything. We need your help to stop them."
"who is it?" You ask.
Master Eon's expression turns grave. "It's Malefor, the Dark Dragon. He's returned from exile, seeking revenge against the realm. His powers are stronger than ever, and he's already begun his destruction." You feel a surge of determination. You've heard of Malefor's evil deeds, and you know you must stop him.
"Do you think he's looking for his daughter cynder?" You ask fearfully.
Master Eon's eyes widen. "That's a possibility, Spyro. Malefor's daughter, Cynder, did betray him and join our side. If he's looking for her, we must protect her at all costs." You nod in agreement. Cynder's become like a sister to you, and you won't let Malefor harm her.
You head to Cynder's room, Master Eon following closely behind. You find Cynder sitting on her bed, looking concerned. "What's wrong, Spyro?" she asks.
You take a deep breath before delivering the news. "Cynder, Malefor's back. He's looking for you." Cynder's eyes widen, fear flashing across her face. Master Eon steps forward, "We'll protect you, Cynder. You're safe with us." Cynder shakes her head, determination replacing fear. "I won't hide. I'll face him.
You place a hand on Cynder's shoulder, concern etched on your face. "Cynder, it's not safe. Malefor's powers are too strong. We can't risk you getting hurt." Cynder looks up at you, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I won't hide, Spyro. I have to face him. He's my father, and I need to stop him."
Master Eon steps forward, his voice firm but gentle. "Cynder, we understand your desire to face Malefor, but we can't let you do it alone. We'll find another way to stop him."
No. I'm going after him she says.
You tell her no, and she pushes you back in protest accidentally cutting your wing with her claw.
Cynder's eyes widen in horror as she realizes what she's done. "Spyro, no! I didn't mean to!" You look down, seeing that your wing is indeed cut, blood dripping from the wound.
Master Eon rushes forward, concern etched on his face. "Spyro, let me patch that for up you." He leaves and comes back with bandages places his hands on your wing, and starts wrapping it up. Cynder looks on, still shocked by what she's done.
You feel a wave of dizziness wash over you, and your vision blurs. The pain from your wounded wing is too much, and you faint. Master Eon catches you, holding you upright. "Spyro, stay with me!" he urges, but you're too far gone. Everything goes black.
When you awaken, you're lying on a bed, your wing bandaged. Master Eon and Cynder are sitting beside you, looking relieved. "Spyro, you're awake," Master Eon says. "We were worried about you."
"I need to go stop malefor." you say trying to muster up any courage you can.
Master Eon's expression turns firm. "Spyro, the other Skylanders are already on their way to stop Malefor. You need to stay in bed and rest. Your wing is still healing, and we can't risk you getting hurt again." You feel a surge of frustration, wanting to join the battle. But Master Eon's words make sense. You don't want to risk your wing getting worse.
You nod, accepting Master Eon's decision. "Okay, I'll stay and rest. But keep me updated on the battle against Malefor." Master Eon nods, "I will, Spyro. Get some rest now."
You lean back in bed, feeling a bit better knowing that the other Skylanders are fighting against Malefor. You close your eyes, trying to rest and heal your wing. Suddenly, you hear a noise coming from outside your room.
You try to convince yourself that the noise is probably nothing, just the wind or a stray animal. But your instincts tell you otherwise. You hear the noise again, this time louder and closer. It sounds like footsteps, heavy and deliberate. Your heart races as you realize that someone (or something) is coming for you.