Author's note:

This is the first story I've ever written, so please don't expect too much. The first chapters will not be very long, but I hope to get them longer in the near future. Well, at least as long as I can get them...

All the distances, temperatures, weights, volumes and all this are not measured in miles, yards, Fahrenheit, oz, pounds or anything like that. Here everything is measured in meters, kilometers, Celsius, liters, kilos and so on. Keep this in mind when/if I use the word "miles", I mean 10 kilometers, which is about 6.25 American miles (~11000 yards). If you figure out that the dimensions used in the story don't fit, it might be because of this. Hopefully this wont confuse too many.

Please enjoy! :D

PS: This story will tell the ending of "The legend of Spyro: Dawn of the Dragon", so if you want to know what happens in the end of the game, I recommend that you finish the game first.

I don't own Spyro, Cynder or anything else from the Spyro games. All the OC's are mine, as well as this story.

WARNING!
Later in this story, there will be used scenes with blood and gore. I do not recommend that you reads this story if you don't like moderate to light strong scenes. Chapter 6-9 will be the worst. They are re-written to hold less blood and gore, but some of that still remain.

(Introduction)

"Spyro, no! You don't have to do anything. Let's just go." "Where, Cynder? There'll be nothing left. The world is breaking apart" he replied, as the world above them began to break apart. Large chunks of earth and dirt was ripped apart as light from above shone down on the two dragons. "I think I can stop this. I think I'm meant to." She looked at him, finally she said "Then I'm with you." He smiled, and began to hover. He spread his wings out, feeling the flow of energy. He started to glow with a blinding white, partially purple light, and then he released the energy in an attempt of pulling the world back together. It felt like an eternity, his strength was draining. It almost felt like he wasn't going to be able to save the world, but then, she said three words; "I love you…" He felt his strength returning, giving a final push and then everything disappeared in the bright, white light before slowly fading to blackness…

Somewhere on the scattered remains of the planet, in a cave, a yellow light appeared. The little dragonfly went out of the cave. Slowly behind it, three large and old dragons and one cheetah came to view. The amazing sight before them told them that it finally was over. The dark master had been defeated. The remaining of the planet slowly descended down towards the center and took shape as the planet as it was before. They looked up into the skies and beyond, to the stars. Up there they saw the shapes of two young dragons who sacrificed everything to save this world.

Somewhere else, on the White Isle in the Celestial Caves, the grayish, blue and very old dragon known as the Chronicler turned a page in his book. "Be welcome friend" he said, looking over his left shoulder. "I have long been expecting you." He said before turning his head down towards his book. "A new age is beginning. With each new age, a worthy dragon is chosen to chronicle the many triumphs and failures of that age. This has been my duty for many millennia. And now," he again looked over his left shoulder, to the other dragon standing there "Ignitus, I pass this honor over to you." Ignitus came closer to the Chronicler, slowly he said "And… What about Spyro? Is he…" Ignitus left the rest of the sentence out, before the Chronicler replied: "Hmm… That is the question, isn't it? You see, each time a dragon dies, a new page is written in this book." The chronicler put away the first book, and a new came to view. "I've done my best, but can't seem to find any trace of Spyro." This was the Chronicler's final words, before he began to emit a bright, blue light and then vanished, leaving the red, former Fire Guardian as the new Chronicler, now with a light blue color. "Well, young dragon… Where might you be?" Ignitus said as he began reading through the book.