Malefor was defeated. The world was saved. And two young dragons, having just escaped the fires at the center of the planet, were now sitting side by side on a small hill in a beautiful meadow.

Spyro and Cynder looked out at the world in amazement, hardly able to tell that not half an hour ago it was literally falling apart. But Spyro was able to pull it back together.

"You did it!" said Cynder happily.

"No," said Spyro. "We did it. I couldn't have done it without you, Cynder."

Cynder smiled. Spyro loved to see her smile. To him, she was even more beautiful when she smiled.

Then Spyro remembered something that had been on his mind since he was pulling the world back together. He thought he had heard Cynder say something to him down there, and he wanted to know for sure.

"Cynder?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

"Down in the planets core, I though I heard you say something, but I'm not sure if I heard you correctly over all the noise."

Cynder's eye's widened. Spyro continued.

"I though you said… that you loved me," he said.

Cynder was blushing. She was so nervous. She did love Spyro. She had been attracted to him since he had first released her from Malefor's control, and she had had romantic feelings for him since he had gone to rescue her from Gaul. He had done so much for her, believed in her even when it seemed nobody else did, showed her kindness even after all she had done. To her, he was like her knight in shining armor, strong, handsome, brave, and true. 'I have to tell him,' she thought. 'But what if he doesn't feel the same way?'

Finally, she took a deep breath and said, "I did, Spyro. I love you. I deeply, truly love you." Cynder waited anxiously for a response.

Spyro was overjoyed. 'She loves me!' he thought excitedly.

"I love you to, Cynder," he said at once. "I've been in love with you for a long time."

Cynder beamed. "You have?"

"Yes."

Cynder leaned forward and nuzzled Spyro's neck. Spyro nuzzled her back. They were nuzzling for a couple minutes before Spyro said, "We should probably get back to the others. The elders are probably wondering if we're still alive and I'm sure Sparx is worrying himself to death.

Cynder chuckled. "Yeah, lets go," she said.

They took off flying across over the meadow, happily playing in the air as they went. (AKA, the last scene in Dawn of the Dragon.)