Spyro: The Guardian of Souls

Author's Note: This is not part of my current 'The Legend of Spyro' series. It is a Spyro/Bleach crossover. This prologue contains spoilers about the end Dawn of the Dragon. So if you don't want to know what happens, skip to –Meanwhile, somewhere unknown--. However I did alter the end a little.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any Bleach or Spyro characters. I do own The Lieutenant and Nightshade.

Prologue: Spyro's Death

Spyro and Cynder are in the center of the planet, which was splitting apart. They were in the middle of a battle with Malefor, "You cannot defeat me," Malefor said, "I am eternal!" Malefor shot his fury beam at Spyro and Cynder.

Spyro and Cynder retaliate with their own fury beams. Their beams combined and collide with Malefor's, "Just...hang...on!" Spyro said to Cynder and himself, struggling to fight off Malefor's attack. Malefor's attack was pushed back, knocking him out of the air.

Malefor fell back to the ground. But he got back to his feet, refusing to be defeated. Then the spirits of the ancestors appeared around him, "What is this?" Malefor wondered as he saw the spirits. The ancestors attacked Malefor to seal him away once again, "NOOOO!!!" Malefor yelled as he was pulled back into the realm of darkness.

Spyro and Cynder's Chain was broken and Malefor was defeated. But it was too late. The planet was still splitting apart, "Spyro, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Cynder apologized in a sad tone, ashamed of what she has done to Spyro.

"Don't be," Spyro said, reasuring Cynder, "It's over."

The planet continued to fall apart, "So...this is it?" Cynder said as she watched the planet fall apart from the inside.

Then, the spirit of Ignitus came to Spyro, "Spyro," Ignitus said, "When a dragon dies, he does not truly leave this world. His spirit lives on, binding itself with nature, offering hope for the future."

Hearing this, Spyro reopened his eyes and turned his head to Cynder, "I know what I need to do," He said. Then he turned to Cynder, "Just get out of here, Cynder."

"Spyro, no," Cynder said, refusing to leave Spyro behind, "You don't have to do anything. Let's just go."

Spyro turned back to Cynder, "Where, Cynder?" Spyro said, "There'll be nothing left. The world is breaking apart. But I think I can stop it. I think I'm meant to."

"Then I'm with you," Cynder said refusing to leave Spyro's side. Spyro then began to glow a purple and white light as he used a fury wave to bind the planet back together. "I love you." Cynder said as her voice trailed of in an echo. This gave Spyro an extra boost of power.

The planet rejoined and returned to what it once was. The planet was now free of threat that Malefor created. Peace was restored to the planet...but at a price. Spyro and Cynder sacrificed themselves to save everyone. In the night sky, there was a cloud formation lined up with the stars in the form of a dragon. The planet's savior, Spyro.

Later, in the White Isle, the Chronicler was looking through one of his books when he hears someone arrive, "Be welcome, friend," The Chronicler said as he looked over his shoulder, "I've long been expecting you." He looked back at his book, "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 many millennia," The chronicler looked back over his shoulder, "But now...Ignitus, I pass this honor to you."

"And...What of Spyro?" Ignitus asked as he walked up to the Chronicler, "Is he..."

"Mmm, that is the question, isn't it?" The Chronicler replied. Then he got another book, "You see, each time a dragon's spirit returns to the planet, a new page is written in this book. I've done my best, but I can't seem to find any trace of Spyro." The Chronicler began to glow. Then he vanished, bestowing upon Ignitus the duties of the Chronicler.

Ignitus, now with a new light blue color, began to look through the book, "Well, young dragon..." Ignitus, the new Chronicler said, "...where might you be?"

--Meanwhile, somewhere unknown--

Spyro woke up. He slowly opened up his eyes and saw mountainous terrain. He then got to his feet, "Uh, my head is killing me," Spyro said as he rubbed his head, "Cynder, are you alright? Cynder?" There was no response, "Cynder?" he said starting to look around him, "Cynder?!" He was getting frantic that he couldn't find Cynder. Then he yelled out, "CYNDER?!!"

Spyro tried to take flight to get an ariel view of the surrounding to see if he could find Cynder from the air. But when he flapped his wings, he couldn't get airborn. There was nothing wrong with his wings. He just couldn't fly.

"That won't work," A voice said. The voice founded just like Spyro's, but with an eerie metalic echoing sound, "You won't be able to fly here."

The voice was coming from behind Spyro. He quickly turned around to see another dragon. He looked just like Spyro, but he was green, "Who are you?" Spyro said, still frantic, "And where did you come from?"

"Spyro?" The dragon said, as if trying to get his attention.

"What?" Spyro responded, his adrenalin pumping.

"Spyro?" The dragon said again. But this time there seemed to be a second voice interlaced with his own, "Spyro, wake up!" This time Spyro was able to recognize the second voice. It was Cynder's, "Spyro?!" His voice was completely Cynder's now.


Cynder opened up her eyes as she woke up. She saw that she was in a desert-like terrain. She saw that Spyro was lying next to her, still unconscious, "Spyro?" She said trying to wake him up, "Spyro?...Spyro, wake up!" Cynder said as she started to nudge Spyro to wake him up. She began to nudge harder, "Spyro?!"

Spyro opened up his eyes, realizing that what he saw was just a dream. But he didn't like it. It felt too real to be a dream. Spyro looked up and saw Cynder standing over him, now with tears in her eyes, "Cynder, don't cry," Spyro said softly to comfort Cynder.

Cynder didn't even realize that she was crying until she saw tears falling onto Spyro, "Oh, Spyro!" She said, beginning to sob.

Spyro got up and held Cynder, letting her cry on his shoulder. Then he looked down and noticed a chain. One end was attached to His chest, while the other end was attached to Cynder's chest, "Cynder, look at this," Spyro said. Cynder wiped the tears from her eyes and noticed the chain. Spyro then looked back to Cynder, "Is this the same chain that Malefor put on us? Does that mean, that we haven't defeated him?"

Cynder sniffed, then responded, "I don't think so. This doesn't look like the same chain that Malefor put on us."

"Then what is it?" Spyro wondered.

--Meanwhile, in the Seireitei--

A soul reaper was waiting to speak with his captain, Byakuya Kuchiki. He finally got his chance, "You wanted to speak with me lieutenant?" Captain Kuchiki said, "If it's about that spiritual pressure that has arrived in the world of the living, you should report what everyone already knows."

The lieutenant was 6 foot, 3 inches. He had short, dark brown hair and eyes. He wore a black kimono with dark red borders. He also wore dark red, fingerless gloves, "Well, that takes off part of what I came to talk about," The lieutenant said, "But I'll bet I know allot more about it than anyone else here."

"Really?" Byakuya said, "Like what?"

"To start with, it's not one spirit, it's two," The lieutenant said.

"What do you mean 'two'?" Byakuya wondered.

"There are two spiritual pressures that are somehow linked with each other," The Lieutenant said, "Second is that saying the world of the living isn't the right way to put it. They are from a world of the living. But not the world that we know of. Lastly, I'd like your permission to go check on it myself."

"If I refuse to give you permission, will it stop you?" Byakuya said sarcastically, but not breaking his serious tone.

"No," The lieutenant said, "I just want to know if I have to pay the consequences or not."

"Alright, you can go," Byakuya said, "But I'll expect a full report."

"Thank you Byakuya," The lieutenant said.

I had trouble getting through the beginning of the prologue. I had to watch the video again to get the dialogue, but every time I even think of it, I cry. Let alone writing it down.