(so are you ready for my newest story? Well, this isn't in the Spyro's universal Adventures verse, soo, this follows right after DOTD, meaning that, Ignitus is the new chronicler, and also, Sparx is back to being a dragonfly for me. Also, you see that quote right below this, it's another thing i don't own, and that will include the coming pic, but i do own my characters and plot. Oh, I plan to use quotes from the Merlin's Dragon trilogy for each chapter, each one have some kind of similarity to the chapter. Well, enjoy)

"People make such an unnecessary fuss about dying. It's really just part of life, as the final chapter is just part of a book. Still ... we can always hope there might be a sequel." Merlin's Dragon trilogy book 1 chapter 23 (T. A. Barron)

Chapter 1- back from gone

The first thing Spyro felt was the blowing of the wind across his scales and wings. Spyro was about to go back to sleep before a pain swept through him; the blowing of the wind on his wings caused his bones to ache. That pain caused Spyro to jolt up, and think about what had just happened. Then he realized it! He was alive; they succeeded! Getting up, he winced as his wings hurt again, but that was nothing in comparison to the excitement of fact that the world still existed.

"Cynder!" Spyro looked around for a sign of the dark dragoness, but didn't see a single scale among the grassy terrain. "Cynder!?" Spyro called out again, hoping for a reply. Spyro strained his ears as he listened for a sign of his friend.

Spyro heard something from behind a boulder to his left, and ran over to see what it was. And it just so happened to be Cynder! He ran over to her semi-conscious form and hugged her with his wings, of which still throbbed painfully, but his joy overthrew that.

Startled, Cynder blinked at who was hugging her, and then recognized Spyro, "Did we win?" She said softly.

Spyro gazed into her emerald green eyes, "Yes, we've stopped Malefor; the world is safe."

Cynder smiled, "Thank you for never giving up on me." Cynder then looked downward at the ground, thinking about something.

"Are you alright?" Spyro noticed her demeanor.

Cynder looked back up at Spyro's purple eyes, "Spyro … did you hear what I said before you saved us?"

Spyro thought back to those last few seconds before he unleashed his power and then recalled the last thing he heard before waking up, and smiled, "Yes Cynder I did, and I love you too." Spyro once again hugged Cynder, but winced again.

After the long embrace, Cynder took a step back and looked up into the sky, "So now what do we do? I mean, the war should be over, so there's nothing that we should have to worry about."

Spyro looked up, "I don't know, perhaps we should go back to Warfang, check up with Sparx and the guardians." Spyro's eyes then clouded, remembering Ignitus's sacrifice, knowing that they now lacked the guardian of fire.

Cynder however, didn't notice his sorrow, "Come on, we don't have any time to lose." Cynder waved her tail playfully and spread her wings.

Spyro smiled back, hoping to hide his sadness, and unfurled his wings, but then he noticed just how much pain he was in. Spyro staggered and collapsed, so Cynder ran up to him, "Are you alright?"

"My wings, they hurt so much. I didn't notice until now." Spyro grunted out, clawing at the ground.

"How does this feel?" Cynder tapped his right wing lightly.

"Ow!" Spyro yelled out.

Cynder's expression darkened, "They might be broken. Hold up, I'm going to find some crystals."

Cynder hurried off, passing a small creek and rounded a bend of a hill, and found a few red and green gems, just the kind they needed to heal the purple dragon's wings. Smashing them with her tail, she grabbed some and headed back to Spyro.

"Here you go, I hope that will be enough." Cynder said optimistically, and dropped the gems next to Spyro, whom was still in pain.

Spyro touched the red and green gems with his front right paw, and breathed a sigh of relief as his wing bones mended and gave him a burst of strength. Once more, Spyro spread out his wings and smiled, "Now that's better."

To Cynder's surprise, her friend had already rocketed into the air, so she pouted as she raced after him, "You won't get away that easily!" She called out, laughing in joy.

The duo continued their race up until they reached the gates of Warfang but stopped short, not wanting to enter unallowed, not like they were worried though.

"I won." Cynder sang out proudly.

"No, I did." Spyro protested.

"Okay, it was a tie." Cynder replied.

The guard at the top of the gate blinked in surprise and opened the gate, it was the mole Mason. "I don't believe it, they're alive." He said to himself.

Spyro and Cynder wasted no time in flying to the temple, but they did see they numerous dragons stop and stare at the returning heroes.

As they made their way to the temple, Spyro felt something hit him in his stomach; it was Sparx. "Buddy, you're alive." Sparx said as Spyro slowed to a hover.

"Of course we are, we wouldn't let Malefor stop us." Spyro smiled.

Sparx frowned sadly, "Come on, the guardians are waiting for you." The dragonfly then flew off back into the temple.

"That was weird, it's rare to see Sparx act sad, and he didn't even acknowledge you." Spyro looked at Cynder, continuing to go into the temple.

"I agree, but at least it's better than an insult." Cynder remarked, and followed behind him.

They soon entered the guardian's chambers where Terrador, Cyril, and Volteer stood, and like always, Volteer spoke first, "Spyro, Cynder, it's marvelous, miraculous, stupendous, you actually survived."

Spyro chuckled, still amused by the electric guardian's vocabulary, "Yeah, but it was nothing that we couldn't handle."

Terrador looked down at the two, "Young dragons, you don't understand. It's been a month since you saved the world."

"A month? What happened to us for us to be out for a month?" Cynder asked.

"Yes, indeed, you have been missing for an entire month. We would like to know how you could have been out of existence's eye for so much time." Cyril replied.

"I have no idea, but has anything happened during our disappearance?" Spyro shook his head.

"The good thing is that no, there has been no problems as far as we can tell. Say, where is Ignitus?" Terrador responded, and then looked around for his friend.

Tears began to trickle down Spyro's snout, "He … he didn't make it." Spyro replied sadly.

Terrador lowered his head, "I see, we should begin the preparations for his funeral immediately.

"You two should go get some rest; it has been a long day, and tomorrow even longer." Cyril suggested.

As Spyro and Cynder left the room, Spyro suggested, "So, want to sleep together tonight, we haven't had a peaceful sleep together."

Cynder gave him a curious eye, "Are you sure the guardians would be okay with that?"

"Well, if they weren't they would have told us." Spyro replied, he couldn't wait to finally sleep on a bed again.

And so, later that night, while the two was sleeping, Spyro had a dream. He found himself standing in the air. But when he looked down, he gasped in surprise; the land was covered in flames on his left, and ice on his right. The fires and the ice were consuming every aspect of the land until that fire and ice was all that could be seen.

And then, a faint, distant voice spoke, "When the immortal flames and the everlasting ice meet in war, fire will freeze and ice will burn. Unless the age of polar burns can come to an end, the world will melt and shatter."

In his dream, Spyro shuddered; he had just gotten a prophecy foretelling the end of the world.

(the next chapter will show about the other side of the plot, with my newest OC's)