**WARNING** This first part is a Spoiler because it relieves quite a bit from the story, but if you are unsure whether you want to read this story because it is may not be your type or boring for you, this first part it good to read and should answer your questions...Here you go... (OH, FYI, the italic parts are from the story)


Foam shook her head and watched as the water droplets flew to the ground. She smiled, she was always a step ahead of everyone, her plans usually worked without hitch. She had captured Terrador, and Flamer. She had Coal under her control, Cynder was her prisoner; Prism was her puppet. And she had the Great Purple Dragon as her master...

Spyro and Cynder are once again drawn into an adventure that could decide the fate of their world they have grown to love. It all started with a white fog and will it end with peace that the dragons have been yearning for or will the Dark Master finally complete his quest?

The hatchling was surprised not to see her mother, or father. It was surprised not to be greeted by the light of day, but she did see the beautiful night sky with all its bright white stars through a crack big enough for her to squeeze through. Alone in the dark cave, alone in her only home, so alone she just had to leave...

Without knowing it Spyro and Cynder created the only thing that can help them, a rainbow dragon, the rarest of all creatures, only born when a purple dragon is nearby, the only creature that can destroy the Dark Master's newest helper, Foam, the leader of the White Shadows.

They are such ruthless creatures harming a kid like that, and attacking a peaceful village of cheetahs," Spyro muttered, swiping his tail in the air almost hitting two passing electricity dragons.

"Hmm, so far their attacks have been coordinated towards anything that might act as a threat, for instance our second command site in the east," Flamer commented looking at Spyro to see his reactions.

Everything is planned, everything is being destroyed, everything is working out for Foam and her armies, can Spyro, Cynder and their new friends finally be able to turn the tides of war? Even now there is a glimmer of hope.

Spyro looked at Terrador and flew to help Cynder. Soon all the dragons were pushing with all their might. Slowly the stone gave way and started to collapse. "Get out the way!" Terrador roared, causing everyone to scatter in all directions. The structure groaned and fell to the ground causing it to crack in half. Spyro and Cynder lifted from the floor and gazed at their hard work. There was a deep hole in the wall and everyone could see the dark devices behind.

Darkness is the key, unlike before they are having to fight against the thing that held them together, light. Can they truly beat Malefor this time or will they harm themselves instead?

"I don't know, Magnitus." Spyro said plainly. "But once a wise dragon told me that when a dragon dies it does not truly leave this world, but combines with nature, offering hope for the future. Magnitus, your mother will always be with you, no matter what." Magnitus nodded at the wise words and smiled.

Many changes take place, many lives are lost, the only way to find out what happens is to stick with the loved ones and memories till the end.


Now here is the REAL story... hope you enjoy it, it will be updated once a week...or maybe more than once or more than a week depending if it is populare or not. :P Here you go, please enjoy and leave your comments and all those who have read the story before no spoiling it for others but saying what happens...buy, hey, I don't mind if ya review anyways. ;) :D


Prologue

At Twilight Falls...

"Get out of here!" Yelled a red dragon to another fire dragoness. Hunter had told their village to get to Warfang and join the other dragons, moles and cheetahs in the underground tunnels. The Destroyer had made its way around the world and now it was at the hot lava volcano to go into the core and destroy their beautiful world from the inside. Chaos was everywhere the two dragons looked, all their new friends and beloved family were flying frantically to the underground shelter in Warfang. "We have to hurry, come on Ruby!" The desperate fire dragon was urging his tired mate. "Flamer, I forgot our egg, we need to go back!" Ruby shout above the dim of screaming, yelling dragons and cheetahs alike. "We need to go back!" Ruby repeated turning and soaring toward their home in the dark, rocky Catacombs. "Ruby, watch out a rock is..." Suddenly rock fell on his frantic mate. Covering his tearful eyes with his wing to block out the horrifying picture of his mate, Flamer flew on to save the red egg Ruby died for. "No!" Flamer yelled turning left and right, a pile of huge falling rocks blocked the way to his home, to his nursery, to his egg. Knowing there was nothing he could do he turned around and flew to Warfang, he had lost two things he loved in one day, his sadness could not be compared.

Meanwhile...

"No, Spyro, you don't have to do anything, let's just go!" Cynder pleaded, her heart racing.

"Where, Cynder, there'll be nothing left! The world is breaking apart, but I can stop it. I think I'm meant to." Spyro answered, a rock falling behind him, and the purple crystals vibrating almost shattering to dust.

"Then I'm with you." Cynder added stepping closer, determined never to lose Spyro. She didn't know how much those simple, four words meant to Spyro, all she knew was that I wouldn't leave him behind.

He smiled, lifted up, and emitted a purple bubble that spread across the shattering world, bringing it back together, then a deep darkness, but not before he heard a faint sound, Cynder told him she loved him. Spyro couldn't be more happy than in that moment...

While Spyro emitted the purple circle around the world...

Everyone saw it, everyone felt it, everyone knew what it meant. Everyone rejoiced, but Flamer, he knew his mate hadn't seen it, he knew that his precious egg was gone...forever. But unbeknown to him his egg was hatching, just as the purple light spread over it. With a burst of rainbow colors the egg broke and a hatchling saw the world for the first time...

After the world was saved...

Sparx, along with Terrador, Cyril, Volteer, Hunter, all the cheetahs and moles, saw their new world, their new home, their new star constellation, a dragon soaring the night sky...they knew that Spyro had saved the world, but their hearts were dampened by the thought of never seeing him again...he was gone, so was Cynder, so was Ignitus...

In the Catacombs...

The hatchling was surprised not to see her mother, or father. It was surprised not to be greeted by the light of day, but she did see the beautiful night sky with all its bright white stars through a crack big enough for her to squeeze through. Alone in the dark cave, alone in her only home, so alone she just had to leave...

With the Chronicler...

A room was filled with floating, thick, old books and a hour glass with blue water, that was the room the Chronicler was in. "Be welcomed friend, I have long been expecting you, today is a start of a new age, and with every new age a worthy dragon is chosen to chronicle the many triumphs and failures of that age. This has been my duty for many millinia and now, Ignitus, I pass this honor to you." The chronicler said, turning to greet the Fire Guardian. "And...," Ignitus paused not knowing how to say his thoughts, "...What of Spyro, is he..." Ignitus couldn't seem to carry on, the grief was too much to say out loud. The Chronicler tipped his head thoughtfully. "Hmm, that is the question, isn't it?" He asked, stepping back for another thicker, older book to replace the one in front of him. "You see, each time a dragon dies a new page is written in this book, I've done my best, but I can't find any trace of Spyro," he stated, but before he got the chance to say that Cynder wasn't to be found either, he disappeared with a great blue light. The Fire Guardian, now pure blue, was left staring at the old, old book. "Well, young dragon, where might you be?" Unknown to him, Spyro was flying over Avalar...

A few hours earlier...

"Are we dead?" The question seemed so strange to ask, but Spyro couldn't think about anything else for those first few moments. "Spyro, open your eyes, we survived!" Cynder's voice was filled with joy and excitement. "We lived to fight another day." The saying never felt or sounded so real before, but Spyro knew its meaning now. "I found a tunnel to get out of here! Its just down that passageway to the left and then up, it leads straight to the Valley of Avalar! Spyro got up, not knowing whether to trust his legs to carry him or not. He collapsed. "Spyro!" Cynder shrieked gently helping up the dragon who saved her, the dragon who trusted her, the dragon she would die for, the dragon she loved. "Cynder, stop." She did what she was told. "I have to tell you, before something happens...I love you!" Spyro whispered, feeling faint, feeling like bringing the world together took everything from him, he felt so weak, so tired, he wasn't sure if he could survive. "I love you too, with every fiber of the word!" Cynder whispered, she wouldn't change places with anyone in the world, not now, not ever, Spyro loved her and she loved him. An hour later Spyro and Cynder were struggling through the narrow passageways of the ancient volcano. "I see it, I see the blue sky, hurry up Spyro! It's so beautiful, so clear, so FRESH!" Cynder breathed in allowing the thrill of freedom overtake her, she had never been free, not like this, she never knew how it really felt to soar over the world with Spyro at her side. Freedom, she never wanted to give it up, never wanted to let it go...


Starduster the Dragoness