The last hope

Prologue: The Death

"I know what I need to do...just get out of here Cynder." The urgency in his voice made my heart wrench.

"Spyro no! You don't have to do anything, let's just go." I glanced around the shimmering purple crystal as the earth broke away before our eyes.

"Where Cynder? There will be nothing left, the world is breaking apart. But I think I can stop it. I think I'm meant to." I stared at his bold amethyst eyes, glowing with pride and determination. Who was I to stop him? But of course I could never leave him either. My mind was set. There was a brief pause as I took in a deep breath, that may have been my last.

"Then I'm with you." I felt my words burn with dedication in the air. He looked stunned for a moment, wondering what my words could truly mean. But then I felt the world around us fall silent as he lifted off the ground in a mesmerizing ray of light. But there was something I still needed to say, and I feared this may be my last chance to say it. Say how I truly felt. Blinded by his glowing body, I finally whispered the three words.

"I love you..."

The words lingered in the breeze for a moment before disappearing into the distance. All of a sudden the light became stronger, filtering it's way through the broken planet. I shielded my eyes from the blinding light and huddled closer to the ground.

Then it was over.

I felt the air trickle into an eerie stillness as I slowly fluttered open my eyes, only to reveal what made my heart stop with fear. His limp purple body lay there, as still as stone. His scales still glistening with a twinkling light.

"SPYRO!" I sprang over to his lifeless body.

"Spyro no...please no..." I collapsed in a heap next to his body, the tears burning up my face. He can't be dead! My mind pounded with panic. He just can't! Then I heard something that made my heart jolt with hope. A small wheezy cough escaped his pale lips. "Wake up Spyro, wake up!" I touched his ice cold cheek with my paw, letting the warmth of it seep into his scales. And then, to my utmost relief, he opened his eyes. "Spyro...Spyro it's me, Cynder." I murmured, stroking his delicate scales.

"C-Cynder?" He wheezed harshly.

"Yes Spyro, it's me." I felt the tears roll down my face like heavy boulders, weighing me down more each time.

"Cynder...I'm dying Cynder."

"No you're not Spyro! Don't speak like that!" I spluttered, but even I didn't have confidence in my words. "You're going to be fine..." I choked back on the sobs that were lumping up my throat. He then let out another low, wheezy cough that shook both our bodies violently.

"I'm sorry Cynder..." He whispered, his voice barely audible anymore.

"Don't be sorry Spyro, you have nothing to be sorry for. You did it. You defeated the most evil force on this planet, and saved the world from destruction. You have set the world free again."

"We did it. Together." I noticed a small smile creep up at the corners of his quivering mouth as he spoke. I carried on gently caressing his face with my paw.

"I love you too Cynder, don't ever forget that." He wheezed, struggling to keep his eye lids from closing. So he did hear me.

"I love you too Spyro..." I whispered, rubbing my cheek up against his own. Hearing him say those words now made my heart melt with sadness.

"Goodbye Cynder..." He whispered carefully in my ear.

"Spyro no, don't say that!" I cried, trying to hold back on the endless tears that were streaming down my face. But what was the point, for I would cry a river for him any day. But it was no use. There was nothing I could do. Nothing anyone could do. I watched in despair as he finally gave in to the endless struggle for survival. His slow rasp breaths slowed to a stop.

"NO!"

I threw my head back and roared to the skies.

I was filled with an incredible pain that pierced though my heart, leaving me clutching at my chest in agony.

"Spyro..." I sobbed into his side, his peaceful body lay as still as ice under my cold touch. And then after what felt like an eternity of endless pain, I felt the unstoppable darkness start to take over, clouding my vision like a soft blanket. My whole world was caving in. Crumbling into a pitiful mess of pain, and I took it with open arms.

I was thinking of ideas for a new story when I came up with this, what if Spyro had died after saving the world? Where would that leave Cynder? And so here it is! Please, please, please review, I would really like to know what you think.

Chapter 1 will be here soon...

Cheers =)