The Legend of Spyro the Truth of Purple

Prologue

"You cannot defeat me .I am eternal" growled Malefor

He fired a huge purple black beam at Spyro and Cynder who retaliated with two smaller purple blasts. The attacks collided with a bang and shockwaves pulsed from where the three beams met.

"Just…hang…on" groaned Spyro.

Suddenly Malefor was blasted onto a large purple platform after his Darkness attack was overwhelmed by Spyro's Dragon Breath and Cynder's Darkness Breath. He rose quickly and was preparing to destroy the youngsters when five transparent purple dragons rose from the ground.

"What is this" growled Malefor

They attacked him and started to drag him down into the ground.

"NOOOOOO" he roared as he disappeared.

Cynder slowly limped towards Spyro

"Spyro I'm sorry I'm so sorry" she whispered sadly

Spyro comforted her "Don't be it's over now.

Cynder looked around at the burning core of the world before asking

"So this is it"

Ignitus' voice spoke inside Spyro's head. Spyro closed his eyes and listened.

"Spyro when a dragon dies he does not truly leave this world. His spirit lives on binding itself with nature offering hope for the future."

A look of sheer determination spread across the purple dragon's face.

"I know what I need to do, just get out of here Cynder," he commanded

"Spyro no you don't have to do anything let's just go" Cynder pleaded

"Where Cynder there'll be nothing left the world is breaking apart but I think I can stop it. I think I'm meant to."

Cynder's emerald eyes stared into Spyro's amethyst ones.

"Then I'm with you,"

Spyro turned his head away from the black dragoness and rose into the air. His body glowed bright purple and a transparent purple force field expanded from the young purple dragon

"I love you." Cynder whispered.

The purple field surrounded the entire world which (because the Destroyer had completed the Belt of Fire) was shattered. The separate slowly floated around in space. Fiery red magma was now visible so the Earth looked angry and evil (Probably what Malefor had wanted). Contained in the purple field the world started to piece itself together until it most of it was pure blue and looked untouched by the past events.

Sparx, Hunter, Terrador, Cyril, Volteer and other survivors emerged from the underground to look at a brand new peaceful age. A large regal looking dragon made of stars appeared in the purple sky of dawn.

Meanwhile in a large cave with an hourglass in the middle that glowed with blue light. The cave walls were lined with huge books of all colours and thicknesses. Some of the books were finished while some were just beginning. The books were records of the lives of dragons and were known as The Books of Time. A large ancient blue dragon with a large blue crystal pendant around his neck known only as the Chronicler was reading a book floating in front of him. The Chronicler looked up from the book.

"Be welcome friend I have long been expecting you. A new age is beginning: with each new age a worthy dragon is chosen to chronicle the many triumphs and failures of that age. This has been my duty for many millennia."

He turned his head to the side

"And now Ignitus," he said as a large orange fire dragon walked up beside him "I pass this honour to you."

"And what of Spyro?" asked Ignitus "Is he?"

"Hmm" answered the Chronicler "That is the question isn't it"

Another book floated in front of him as the book he had been reading floated back onto a shelf.

"You see each time a dragon dies a new page is added in this book. I've done my best but I can't seem to find any trace of Spyro."

The Chronicler glowed bright light blue then became a ball of white blue light before disappearing. Ignitus was transformed into a blue dragon with blue horns and the blue crystal pendant around his neck. The book of Dead Dragons floated in front of him.

"Well young dragon … Where might you be."

Spyro and Cynder flew across a lush green landscape dotted with cliffs and waterfalls. The sun was high in the sky, shining and glorious casting the midday light on the two young dragons. Spyro and Cynder stalled in the air and looked at each other. They weaved in between each other then sped away to the south.