Well its finally happened. I played DOTD! Horray me! anyway, as I expected, playing it gor the old juices flowing again and I'm back with a fic inspired by a single line in the game. For the sake of the plot I wont tell you what it is, but fell free to guess via PM if you want. This will be a short story with short chapters(like 700-1500 words), but that should mean more updates right? As long as I dont get busy with work anyway. so without further adeu, I present to yous guys:

THE LEGEND OF SPYRO: ENDLESS CYCLE

CHAPTER 1

"Well now young dragon, where might you be?" Ignitus wondered as he adjusted to his new role as the chronicler. He choose a new book as he closed the book of the dead. The one containing the prophecy of Spyro's destiny opened before him, as he read it nostalgically. He soon began to read all of the information on his race, and uncovered a trend in the lineage of the purple dragons.

"It would appear that they are born and die in some sort of cycle..." He said to himself researching as far back as his records would allow.

"Hm...Tiris the great died defeating Dionius when he...tried to summon the destroyer. Keros died saving the world when Herot...used the destroyer as well." He said aloud as he looked at all the books now in front of him. Indeed, for every purple dragon born, there was another born later that defeated him, although he died in the process. This pattern played out in every instance except one. The case of Spyro and Malefor. Malefor was gone, that much was certain as his name was entered in the book of the dead, but what perplexed Ignitus was what this meant for Spyro. He had survived when he shouldn't have, though through some miracle, or sheer will power, he did. Could Spyro be the one to break the cycle of good and evil? Would the universe even allow such balance to be upset?

"Only time will tell what this means for you, my young friend."

"You know Cynder, I never thought I would live to witness this. I thought we'd won..." He said standing inches from the pool of lava above Malefors former lair.

"See what Spyro? What are you talking about?"

He turned his head behind him to face her, his eyes white and his scales now as black as the night sky.

"Hmhmhm...why, then end of the world of course."

Her head snapped up from the bed on which she lay. Gasping for breath, she slowly cast a glance at the dragon beside her. He was not in his dark form as she feared he would be, he was sleeping soundly as if nothing had happened.

"Typical..." She said as she put her head back down. She knew well that Spyro could sleep through the loudest of thunderstorms, let alone the shifting of leaves beneath a frightened dragoness.

'Still, that dream was weird...' She thought to herself as she tried to get some sleep, though the elements of her nightmare deprived her of it.

'Whatever...its not like I haven't had weird dreams before.' She reasoned rolling over with her back to Spyro.

There was something unsettling about that particular dream however. Like the hermit they had meet in the valley of Avalar, his eyes where what made this dream noteworthy. The eyes, after all, give away everything. They weren't just white like she had seen when he lost control of his emotions. No, these were the soulless white pits of a heart void of good, filled with evil.

"It'll all be better in the morning." She yawned as her eyelids grew heavy.

Spyro awoke to find Cynder looking out of the cave they commandeered after saving the world, onto the colors of the sunrise.

"Its beautiful isnt it? And to think, it almost never came." She said turning to him.

"Yeah, it is." He said walking beside her.

"What are you doing up so early? We did it you know, Malefor's been defeated. We won!" She said happily.

"Yeah...but at what cost?" He said, herself knowing exactly what he was talking about. He hadn't had time to allow Ignitus' death to sink in during the fight with Malefor. Only now did it weigh on the young dragons heart.

"I know you miss Ignitus, but remember what he said. He's not truly gone, now he's everywhere! The grass, the trees, the clouds, the stars, even the breeze. No matter who dies, you'll never be alone. You weren't before, and you aren't now." She said nuzzling him.

Spyro gave a weak smile but it would still take some time to get over the death of his fatherly figure.

"I don't know about you, but I'm getting hungry." She said stretching her wings.

"Me too, I guess beating Malefor in one day takes more out of you than I thought." He said stretching his as well.

So I wont be a jerk and leave a cliffy ending, just a regular one! most chaps should be longer than this, but this is all just off the top of my head as I beat the game about 30 min ago. updates may be sparratic at best now that I think about it...anyway, more to come, and I promise it will get finished!