A purple dragon was walking down a dark corridor, just walking like he was in a trance. He walked for several minutes before he came upon two large doors. The doors slowly opened outward as he approached them just to slam shut the moment he passed through them sealing him in the room.
"I'm awake, I'm awake." Mumbled the purple dragon waking from his trance. "Wh-where am I?" He wondered looking around to see he was in a small library. There were books everywhere; on shelves, filled up tables, they were even stacked allover the floor.
"Wait, I know this place." The purple dragon realized. "This is the Chronicler's library." He was right and even though he hadn't seen the place in six years it still looked exactly the same as it did back then.
"Ah, you are correct Spyro." Said a green dragon that entered the room from seemingly out of nowhere.
"Chronicler, is that you?" Spyro asked trying to get a better look at the dragon in the dim light.
"In a sense yes I am the chronicler." The green dragon said stepping into the glow of a candle. "But not the chronicler you're thinking of."
"Ignitus!" Spyro exclaimed. "But I thought you were dead, and you're green!"
"Ah yes, one of the lesser perks of being the new chronicler." Ignitus sighed. "But I didn't bring you here so we could chat, young dragon I brought you here to warn you."
"About what?" Spyro asked instantly apprehensive.
"I wish I didn't have to tell you this, but I feel something is going to happen soon."
"What is it Ignitus?"
"You never killed Malefor, you only re-imprisoned him." Ignitus said his tone gravely Sirius.
"What, are you saying he's coming back?" Spyro exclaimed utter fear in his voice, but the fear wasn't for his own safety it was for the safety of the dragoness he loved, Cynder. He never wanted to see her afraid or in pain ever again.
"No young dragon, I never said that, I'm just saying it's a possibility." Ignitus said. "I just feel that you need to know this incase he does come back so you can prepare yourself."
"If he does come back do you think I could beat him again?" Spyro asked already sure of what the answer would be.
"No young dragon, I don't think you could." Ignitus said hanging his head. "The only reason you and Cynder could beat him last time was because he used so much energy summoning the destroyer."
"So we just have to hope he doesn't come back, at east till I'm stronger."
"Yes, we can only hope." Ignitus sighed. "Now farewell young dragon."
Spyro woke with a start. It was dark but this time he knew where he was, because he could feel the warmth of the black dragoness sleeping next to him.
"Spyro, is something wrong?" The dragoness asked lifting her head and looking over at him.
"Oh Cynder. No it was just a bad dream." Spyro sighed glad to see her face. "I'm sorry I woke you."
"It's okay, I don't mind." Cynder said smiling. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, no it's fine." Spyro said not wanting to worry her. "Just go back to sleep."
"Well okay, I love you Spyro." She said lying her head back down.
"I love you too." Spyro said putting his wing over her protectively. He scooted closer to her. "Happy birthday Cynder." He whispered as she fell back to sleep.