A/N First fanfiction. If you do read and review this, constructive criticism please?

Chapter 1:

Three dragons hover in the centre of the planet, mere metres away from the core of their world. Locked in a battle for survival with purple beams of Convexity shooting from their open maws.

"Just… Hold on a little longer!", Spyro yelled out, slightly slurred due to him keeping his mouth open.

"You can't defeat me. I AM ETERNAL!" Malefor roared. A new surge of convexity blasted forward from Malefor's open jaw, causing the two young dragons to be pushed back slightly.

"NOW CYNDER!"

On Spyro's cue, the two dragons unleashed as much energy as possible towards the chaotic dragon. Spyro's and Cynder's Convexity seemed to blend together as an intertwining beam of pure destruction. Malefor's Convexity crumbled in place of this power and he was hit square on the chest with this final stand from the two heroes. Falling onto the centre of the world, the battle seemed to be done. However, Malefor began to rise onto his feet once more.

After fully rising, five strange purple circles appeared around the dragon, each had strange runes embedded into the outer ring whilst a pentagram lay in the centre of each circle. The next moment, dragons seemingly made of nothing but purple energy rose from the ground and leapt up into the air. The five dragon-like beings began surrounding Malefor: only just out of range of his attacks.

Without warning, the magical entity behind Malefor charged him. Cynder and Spyro watched on in pure shock as the dragon went straight through him and came out the other side. Meanwhile another strange circle appeared below Malefor, except this one was coloured half blue half orange and the runes were different.

"What is this? THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!", Malefor roared in utter shock and anger, attempting to at least harm these strange entities. The circle glowed brightly: the ground seemed to open beneath Malefor, revealing a pure black void. After each fly-by the spectres enacted, Malefor sunk deeper into the emptiness below him. Lower and lower he went until Malefor's roars of anger and anguish echoed… and disappeared like the ghostly dragons who banished him.

Spyro and Cynder glided down onto the sphere of rock that was the centre of their world, looking around at the destruction of their own world.

"Spyro… I am so sor-", Cynder began before Spyro silenced her.

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault. It's over now"

Spyro's eyes, usually filled with hope and optimism, showed an empty husk. Emotion fled from his face and sorrow took their place.

"So this is it?", Cynder croaked out in horror as she took in the utter devastation of the world's cracking.

However, this wasn't heard by Spyro as words from his friend and teacher filled his head "Spyro, when a dragon dies, he does not truly leave this world. His spirit lives on binding itself with nature and offering hope to the future."

A lightbulb seemed to go off in Spyro's head as he came to a realisation. Turning to Cynder, he simply says:

"I know what I need to do. Just get out of here Cynder"

"Spyro NO". Cynder nearly screeched in utter shock of what Spyro wanted to do. "You don't have to do anything. Let's just go."

"GO 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 hesitates slightly before responding calmly, with no regrets "Then I'm with you".

A small smile dances across Spyro's lips after hearing that from Cynder, before disappearing. A form of magic light, similar to what the spectral dragons were made of, continually flew away from him enveloping the whole cavern with light. So much so it shot out into the dark night from the cracks in the planet's crust.

Cynder's voice, in a whispered tone (but clearly not whispered very well), echoed around the cave, continually saying "I love you…" before everything fell silent and all Cynder and Spyro saw was black.

The light emitted from Spyro hooked onto the chunks of rock that used to make up their home and pulled them back together. Rock piled together to from land masses, water filled the riverbeds and oceans. Even the Mountain of Malefor began to pull itself together with Spyro's magic. Everything pieced itself together until finally the world was fully formed and the world went still and silent.

Later:

Cynder's eyes begin to flutter open lazily, revealing a large open field framed with trees. A small stream flows by calmly. The area is the embodiment of peacefulness. Confusion pierces Cynder's aching head.

'The hell happened? And why am I in Avalar? I thought we were…'

Cynder gasps as she remembered she is NOT supposed to be alone. She jumps up and immediately regrets her decision. Her entire body began roaring with their complaints of her actions. Collapsing back onto the floor, Cynder turned her head to the left and saw the dragon she was looking for laying down on his side. Snoozing without a care in the world. The dragon was covered in purple scales, excluding his under-belly which was a golden colour. His wing membrane and tips (which were currently spread away from him) followed the same pattern. As did his two horns, which pointed backwards from his head and turned slightly upwards at their end.

Seeing Spyro eased the young dragonesses stress a great deal. 'At least Spyro's alright', Cynder thinks, sighing with relief before pondering how they got there. They were unconscious in the centre of the planet. They should've been trapped inside the planet as it was reformed, right? 'Clearly not'. And what were those dragons? A side-effect of Convexity collision? Questions for Volteer when they got back.

Then another thought hits her. How long had they been unconscious? It was near the middle of the night when they fought Malefor. And it looks to be the middle of the day according to the suns positioning in the sky. That at the very least means around nine hours but that's assuming it hasn't been a day since they fell asleep. Ignoring the complaints of her neck, Cynder began to turn and examine her body for any injuries, since Spyro clearly had none. Cynder was shocked, grateful but shocked nonetheless, that neither of them had any injuries beyond that of a bump or bruise. You'd think a fight with the so called 'eternal' dragon Malefor would bring you to near death at the very least, even if you had OP powers compared to the rest.

Then again it was more a draw than anything else. If those dragons hadn't shown up they would both be ashes in the centre of the world. At least of what was left of it. That's another question. HOW IS THE WORLD INTACT?! Cynder distinctly remembered brimstone and fire destroying the world and shattering it. The answer seemed to be in her memory but she couldn't quite grasp it. Suddenly it all came back. Spyro's 'sacrifice' the purple light… her confession. Although it could barely be seen, a blush played along the inside of her scales. 'Did he hear me? What if he didn't? do I have to go through all that again just to work up the courage to confess AGAIN? Thoughts of this king ran through Cynder's head quicker than she could handle.

A small groan from the left of her shook Cynder out of her, admittedly, terrifying thoughts. "Huh, this isn't where I fell asleep". Cynder turned to see Spyro looking around whilst lying on his golden belly. And then he turned and noticed the black dragoness behind him. "Hey Cynder", Spyro mumbled sleepily. He was so drained from the fight earlier… with… Malefor…

Then he took off at lightspeed towards Cynder, who was very unprepared for it, and knocked her over into the grass standing over her. "CYNDERWHATTHEHELLHAPPENEDWHEREISMALEFORAREYOUOKAYISEVERYONEOKAY-".

"SPYRO!".

The single shout seemed to stun Spyro into absolute silence, although his emerald eyes still glistened with panic and worry. "I am fine 'ish' everyone is fine 'probably' and the rest I don't know. Now can you please get off me? As relieved as I am to see you up, this is not a comfortable position for me."

Spyros eyes widened as he realised what she meant. Quickly scrambling off her he launched into a barrage of apologies for what he did.

"Spyro. I'm fine. I wasn't hurt, much." The last bit came out quieter and faster than the rest so Spyro couldn't hear her. "More importantly how are you? And what do you remember?".

Spyro paused for a second, stretching and wincing as he checked himself over. "Nothing seems to be wrong: no breaks, tears or even bruises. I'm a little achy in the wing department but I should be good to go". He seemed surprised.

Cynder raised an eyebrow (metaphorically speaking) at that response. Here she was, barely able to move, and Spyro can fly right now. That is sooo. Not. Fair. "How?", she breathed out by accident. The purple dragon before her just shrugged. "I'm a purple dragon, we heal faster I guess."

"Yeah well I call mole-shit."

"Did you need to swear? Seems unnecessary…"

"Really. We killed monsters and technically stopped Malefor AND you pulled the world back together. And swearing of all things bugs you?"

Spyro meekly looked away at her question, causing Cynder to giggle, which she regretted immediately. Spyro's head slowly turned towards her, an smirk plastered on his snout. "Did you-", Spyro started slowly.

"Spyro-"

"Just-"

"Spyro finish that sentence and I will-"

"Giggle?"

"Kill you", Cynder sighed. Spyro just started laughing out loud at this sudden revelation. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY ANCESTORS YOU ACTUALLY HAVE A GIRLY GIGGLE. HAHAHAHA OH Sparx is gonna love this".

"PLEASE Spyro do NOT tell him. Tell anyone else just not him!"

Twenty minutes of Spyro laughing later;

Spyro finally started to calm down from his, immature, laughter at Cynder's expense. "Alright alright enough now. What are we gonna do now then?", Cynder grumbled out, still annoyed at Spyro.

"Wouldn't that be obvious? To Warfang, of course". Warfang is the city of dragons, where everyone made a home base against Malefor in the war. The guardians should still be there, repairing and maybe finding the other dragons that may or may not be still alive after Malefor's return. "It is the obvious choice, except for the fact I can't fly yet. I've rested enough to walk but it could take weeks to walk there from here", Cynder responded with. "So we really have to options: A) wait for me to rest enough to fly to Warfang or B) walk the entire way there."

"If you aren't rested enough to go we aren't going", Spyro stated as if it was a matter of fact. "We are staying here until you are fit enough to get home". Spyro had a seriousness rarely seen by anyone masking his face. There would be no changing his mind, even if Cynder wanted to.

"I'm fine with that. Hope you're ready to be bored for a week or two".

"Wait what?"

And That's chapter one of 'Lost and found'. I think it went well. Or at least decent. I have an idea of the plot but not much for in between. Any review would be most appreciated.