Well, we've come a long way since it started but now this is the final chapter in my trilogy.

Disclaimer: This story has nothing to do with Eragon, How To Train Your Dragon, Dragon Booster or any other stories involving humans riding dragons. Also, I only own my OC's and nothing else.

So let's wrap this up.

Chapter 15: Dawn of a New Age

In the ancient library of the White Isle, the Chronicler stood by a large tome watching as new pictures appeared on the last page. Then Trafalgar, the Great Rider, stepped into the room, a smile on his face. "Our guest has arrived, Chronicler."

The Chronicler looked up from his work and beamed at the new arrival. "Be welcome, friend. I have long been expecting you. A new age is beginning."

He glanced back at the book to see the last pictures; the world breaking apart and being restored, the city of Warfang being rebuilt and the remaining Guardians standing together with Sparx, Troy, Orion, Astral, and Cosmo.

"With each new age, a worthy dragon is chosen to chronicle the many triumphs and failures of that age," the Chronicler continued. "This has been my duty for millennia. And now, Ignitus, I pass this honour to you."

At this, Ignitus stepped into the library and stared around in amazement. "This is a great honour for me," he breathed. "But isn't Trafalgar getting a replacement too?"

"Not yet," the Rider replied. "I have already chosen my replacement. I have given the honour over to Troy. When his time comes, he will arrive here and take my place."

Ignitus nodded then a look of concern crossed his face. "And… what of Spyro? Is he…"

"Hmmm, that is the question, isn't it?" The Chronicler waved his paw, sending the tome away and bringing out a smaller book. As it reached him, it opened up, showing a picture of a young Fear dragon with the name Banshee written underneath. Then it flipped through pictures of other dragons before settling on a picture of Ignitus.

"You see," the Chronicler continued, "each time a dragon dies, a new page is written in this book. I've done my best, but I can't seem to find any trace of Spyro…"

"That can only mean one thing; Spyro's possibly still alive." Trafalgar smiled and patted the Chronicler's side. "Farewell, old friend."

"See you on the other side," the Chronicler replied.

With that, the Chronicler spread his wings and began to glow brightly. As he faded, Ignitus started to glow too and when the light faded, he looked down at himself. His fiery red scales had become blue and he was now wearing the cloak.

"You have now become the Chronicler for this age," Trafalgar proclaimed.

Ignitus nodded eagerly. "Then I'd better get started then." He stepped up to look at the book. "Well, young dragon, where might you be?"

Two days later…

In the city of Warfang, Cosmo tossed and turned in his sleep, and this time, it was surprising. After the stress following the war and near-destruction of the world, he'd hoped to get some sleep, but he just couldn't. Then he remembered why he was worried. There had been no sign of Spyro and Cynder since that day. As he finally slipped into sleep, he wondered if they are alive… and then a vision came…

The Valley of Avalar lit up by the rising sun… two small dragons, their colours obscured, stepping out from a cave… as they stepped outside, the sunlight caught on their scales; purple and black…

Cosmo's eyes shot open and he leapt to his feet. "I don't believe it… I've got to tell them!"

Running outside, he took to the air, flew over the war-damaged city towards the Temple and landed by the doors. Then he charged into the building and ran down the passage to where Troy and Astral were sleeping.

As he screeched to a halt, he rapped his horns on the door. "Troy! Astral! Wake up, this is important!"

After a while, the door swung open and Astral poked her head out sleepily. "Cosmo? What's up?"

"Sorry, but I've seen another vision," Cosmo panted. "It's unbelievable!"

"What's going on?" a tired voice yawned then Troy came out. "Cosmo, what are you doing here at this hour?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I've had a vision…" Cosmo paused to catch his breath then he spoke. "I've seen Spyro and Cynder… They're still alive!"

"WHAT?!" Troy and Astral cried out.

"I know it sounds crazy," Cosmo replied. "But I have seen them. They're somewhere in the Valley of Avalar, and we need to get going right now!"

"Okay," Troy cried. "Go wake Orion and then meet us by the city wall."

Cosmo nodded and set off down the passage again.

As he ran, Volteer looked out and spotted the young dragon. "What is all the commotion, disturbance, ruckus, hullaballoo out here?"

"I've seen them!" Cosmo called out.

"Who have you seen?" the Electric Guardian called out.

"Spyro and Cynder are alive!"

Volteer's eyes widened. "Oh my goodness, I'll go wake the others!"

Soon, Troy and Astral stood on the ramparts of the city as the stars in the sky began to fade. Troy was dressed in his armour and Astral wore her saddle. After a while, Cosmo arrived with Orion on his back.

"The city's in an uproar!" Orion called out. "Volteer's informed everybody of Spyro and Cynder's return!"

"Then let's not disappoint them," Troy declared, climbing onto Astral's back. "Let's get going!"

With a nod, Astral and Cosmo took to the air and set off into the predawn light.

Eventually, they could see the Valley below them. "Okay, Cosmo," Troy called out. "Where is this cave you saw in the vision?"

Cosmo glanced around the valley and then he spotted an opening by the side of the cliff. "There!"

The two dragons dipped down and flew towards the cliff, landing just outside the cave. Troy dismounted and stood by the entrance. "Spyro, Cynder, can you hear me?"

No reply came, so Troy turned to the others. "Okay, Astral, we're going in to look for them. Cosmo, Orion, you stay here and keep a lookout."

"Here," Orion took out a torch from Cosmo's saddlebag and handed it to Troy. "You'll need this to light the way."

Troy held the torch out and Astral lit it with a Fire Breath. Then they stepped into the cave.

"I never noticed this cave the first time we were here," Astral recalled.

"It must have been formed when the world was restored," Troy guessed. "If Spyro and Cynder had been in the centre of the world, they might have been blasted up here by whatever fixed the world."

They walked down the cave for a few minutes then Troy came to a stop. "Look…"

Astral looked over Troy's shoulder and gasped. There, lying together on the ground, were two small dragons; one purple and one black. "Spyro and Cynder!" she breathed. "Cosmo was right!"

Troy ran forward, placed the torch on the ground and knelt next to the smaller dragons. "Spyro, wake up!" he hissed, shaking them gently. "Cynder, can you hear me?"

For a while, there was no reaction… then, at last, Cynder stirred and Spyro groaned loudly. Slowly the two lifted their heads and opened their eyes.

"Where… are we?" Cynder groaned.

Spyro then looked round and saw the Rider. "Troy… is that you?"

Troy let out a laugh of relief. "It certainly is, buddy!'

"Spyro!" Astral ran forward and grabbed her little brother. "I thought I'd lost you forever!"

"It's good to see you too, Astral," Spyro replied.

Then the gold dragon turned to Cynder and hugged her too. "You did it! You both stopped Malefor and saved the world!"

"It was mostly Spyro who did it," Cynder said modestly.

"You both did it," Troy argued. "But it's best to share the credit."

Spyro then turned to look at Cynder. "By the way, Cynder… back in the World Core, when I used my powers, I thought I heard you saying something to me. What was it you said?"

Cynder turned away in embarrassment "Well, I… I didn't think we would make it, so… it's kind of silly really."

"Don't say that," Spyro replied, looking into Cynder's eyes. "I feel the same way too."

Cynder's mouth dropped but before she could say more, Spyro leaned in and kissed her.

Troy and Astral stood and watched this happy moment then Troy spoke up. "I think we'd better head back to Warfang now. The others would be glad to see you."

"Right," Spyro agreed. "Let's get going."

"After you," Astral said.

With that, Spyro and Cynder set off down the tunnel while Troy and Astral followed behind. At last, they stepped out into the sunlight, feeling the warmth of the sun on their backs. Then they met up with Orion and Cosmo and they all set off for home…

When Spyro, Cynder, Troy, Orion, Astral and Cosmo returned, there was a great celebration waiting for them. Dragons, humans, moles, and cheetahs were all cheering as the little group landed.

Sparx and Hunter were waiting with the Guardians as they landed. Sparx and his parents rejoiced at seeing their 'son' back again and they thanked Cynder for staying with him all this time.

The Guardians held a memorial service to Ignitus and the others who had fallen during the three years of battling the Dark Armies. Afterwards, tryouts were held to fill the vacancy of the Fire Guardian and after several trials, the winner was announced: Blayze was elected the new Fire Guardian, making him the first dragon in history to have a Rider partner… until a few other guardians were chosen: Hydrus became the Water Guardian, Botanica the Plant Guardian, Cosmo the Psychic Guardian and Hurricos the Wind Guardian.

In the months that followed, Troy fell in love with Veronica and they were soon married. That same week, Cosmo declared his love for Astral and they became mates.

When the next Year of the Dragon came round, Astral and Cosmo added their egg to the hundreds that were laid. At the same time, Veronica gave birth to her first child, a baby girl whom Troy named Astrid in honour of his best friend. Some time later, Astral's egg hatched into a young male Psychic dragon and to return the favour, she named her child Trojan.

As for Spyro and Cynder, they set off on a flight to explore the world and offer help to anyone who needed them. In their hearts, they knew their journey was over and they could only look to the future to see where it would take them…

And on the White Isle, Ignitus and Trafalgar watched as the first pages of the new age formed on the new book, showing pictures of Blayze, Hydrus, Botanica, Cosmo and Hurricos standing next to the Guardians, the infant Trojan and the newborn Astrid together and Spyro and Cynder hovering in the sky forming a heart shape.

"The new age will be one of peace," Ignitus recalled his words.

Trafalgar nodded as he looked at the picture of Troy and Veronica with their child. "May this peace last forever until the true end of days…"

And there we go! This trilogy has been a blast to write and I hope you've enjoyed it as I did.

My thanks go to everyone who read my story, especially to D.J. Scales and Solaro the watcher. Thank you to the people who brought Spyro back from the dead and gave me these awesome games that allowed my imagination to run wild like this.

Thank you once again, and goodnight (or goodbye, depending on your time zone)