Okay, well this would be my first "The Legend of Spyro" story, but rest assured, I have won many awards at my school for writing, which leads me to believe that I might, by chance, be a good writer. I've loved the Spyro Legends since I was very young and own many games. About 15 I believe, including The original PS1, and gameboy advanced series'.

I changed this from when I orginally put up the story, thanks to my one and only reviewer. So, now it has Spyro and Cynder waking from... Oops! I said too much! Just start reading.

Prologue

"Spyro." Something whispered in his head, "Spyro wake up!"

Spyro shot up in a flash and immediately looked around frantically for Ignitus. "Ignitus!" Spyro called out, "Ignitus is that you?!"

"Yes, my young dragon. I am here, just... not in the way you'd expect me to be."

For the first time Spyro realized that the voice was in his head. But that couldn't be possible, Spyro thought, Ignitus can't talk to me in my mind. Unless... No that can't be right.

"Yes, Spyro. I am the new chronicler." Ignitus said, reading Spyro's thoughts.

"But- No that isn't true." Spyro said to himself, "I'm just hallucinating."

"Spyro, you may refuse to believe me, but deep down you know it's true." The voice paused, "But you need to wake Cynder and get out of there now, then contemplate whether or not I am real or your imagination. I sense evil down there."

For the first time, Spyro took in his surroundings. He tried to recall how he'd gotten there. There was the fight with... Malefor! That's it! And... the giant golem destroying the world. And me and Cynder stopping Malefor... and then...

\]=[-p09Yes! That's it! I stopped the world from being completely torn apart! Ow...

Spyro cringed as he remembered the pain he went through. That hurt a lot. My spirit being torn from my body. Then his eyes came across Cynder.

"Cynder!" Spyro yelled. He ran over to her and checked for that familiar movement of her chest going up and down. He didn't see anything. He became frantic. Spyro put his ear to her chest, hoping for a pulse.

Thud thud... Thud thud... Thud thud...

Thank the ancestors.

Spyro thought. Don't know what I would've done if she... Happy thoughts.

"Spyro!" Ignitus said, "You need to hurry up and get out of there!"

Spyro nodded even though Ignitus probably couldn't see it. He leaned down to Cynder's ear, "Cynder. Wake up." She didn't move. Spyro got his ice breath ready. He started to lay down a thin layer of frost over Cynder. She shuddered, then her eyes fluttered open.

She started to stand up. Spyro put a paw on her, "Take it slow. There's no telling how long we've been like this."

Cynder nodded. She stretched out her back legs and her tail. Then she partially stood up and stretched out her front legs like a cat. Then she said, "Do you know how long we've been asleep?"

"No," Spyro responded, "but-"

"Two weeks." Ignitus said, tapping into both of their minds, "That's how long it took to find you."

The two dragons nodded. Then Cynder asked another question, "Do you know a way out?"

"No, but I'm sure we can find one." The dragons looked around. Then both of their heads saw the hole in the ceiling, shining light out of it.

"Well," Cynder said, "I guess that answers my question." Then the dragons stretched out their long unused wings and flapped towards the hole in the ceiling. When they reached the top, Spyro couldn't but feel relieved to leave that place. And he could almost swear that he felt a bit happier and not so depressed. But he didn't have time to think about that, for outside that cold and dreary place was a whole different world from the one he knew. Instead of seeing a vast area of landscape, he saw pieces of land and earth floating about the air.

5 years later

Spyro and Cynder sat together in one of the last remaining dragon egg temples, tails entwined. The temple they were in was very ancient, presumably one of the first, and was very unkempt. Vines and various other plants grew around pillars and up walls. Most of the temple stone was eroded. And dragon runes, the ancient style of dragon writing, was beautifuly etched into the walls and floors, making it look more like an ancient library than temple.

Spyro was engulfed in complete curiosity from horn to tailblade, his wandering eyes not laying rest on any part of the temple for more than a few seconds. "It's facinating, isn't it." Spyro said with awe. His voice was deeper than when he was fifteen.

"What is?" Cynder replied with a smile.

"That we may be sitting in the exact same spots that our ancestors did before us." Cynder simply nodded. She was more facinated with the egg they had discovered. In the center of the room in the temple, lay an egg that was enchanted with magic beyond recognition. When Cynder had first tried to touch it, her paw was pushed away by an unseen force, sort of like the way two negative charged magnets were pushed away. So, of course, Spyro had to try it himself, and he ended up being hurled out of the temple entrance, steaming, and partially electrocuted. They didn't touch it after that. The egg was a grayish color, with the slightest hint of blue, or maybe that was the magical barrier protecting it.

The dragons soon became restless just sitting there, so they decided to go for a little flight. That went well. Spyro challenged Cynder to a race, and as soon as she accepted, Spyro darted off towards the goal line. It didn't take Cynder long to catch up to him, and when she did, Spyro used his tail to push her wing, throwing her off balance. She went out of control, but regained her balance eventually. She was so engulfed in anger that she forgot to warn him about an oncoming tree, directly in Spyro's path... or maybe she did that on purpose, but Spyro was too busy laughing to notice it. Cynder ended up winning the race.

During the rest of the day, Spyro and Cynder just played silly and childish games like this. At about midday they found a nice sized giant bat to eat. They were playing a game of tag when Cynder noticed the moon reflecting white light. (A/N The way they tell time in this story is different because the world doesn't spin like it used to. So, instead they look at how the moon reflects the light to tell time.) "Hey Spyro, do you think we should be getting back to the temple? It's getting close to white moon."

"Yeah." He answered, "Don't want to be caught out here sleeping, things all over the place will take that as a free meal." With that said, the dragons started to make their way back to the temple.

They found it a couple of minutes later, and sat on the stone walkway just outside of the temple. They sat, watching the moon and wildlife until they saw blazing light from the moon. The dragons went into the temple. They sat there, Cynder leaning on Spyro, and watched the egg. Spyro started to say something, "Remember when we were in the center of the world, and just before I stopped the world from being completely torn apart, you said, 'I lo-' " There was a faint cracking noise.

"Wait," Cynder whispered, suddenly alert, "did you here that?" Spyro nodded. They instinctively looked towards the egg. Then they saw the crack in it. The crack started to spread and the egg shook. Then the egg's top half completely exploded, and a slimy, small creature stumbled out from the top of the egg. It was white, except for it's small wings and underbelly, which was a lightning blue. But it also had a strange pattern on it's rib cage that was colored crimson red. It started hissing and snapping at the two of them. Then it opened it's mouth and out came a small bolt of lightning that stung Spyro in the nose.

"Ouch!" Spyro yelped. "That hurt." He said while rubbing his nose.

"Whoa," Cynder gasped, "did you see that? His lightning was blue!"

"It was? I guess I was too busy getting hurt to notice." Spyro replied evenly.

Cynder walked over to the dragon, whispering things to herself. She reached over to it with her paw, and pushed it over onto it's back. "It's a boy." She reported to Spyro. The dragon scrambled to get back to his feet, but Cynder wrapped him up in her tail and brought him over to Spyro. She passed the small dragon to him.

"We got a mean one here." Spyro said, watching the dragon try to bite his tail. Then it latched onto the part of his tail that connected to his tailblade. "Ouch!" Spyro dropped the dragon and it immediately started hissing at him again. "This damn thing hates me!" And right after he said it the dragon bounded over to his foot and latched onto that too. The only difference this time was that instead of just biting and holding on, he started shooting little bolts of lightning out of it's mouth, electrocuting Spyro's foot.

Cynder laughed, "You're having more trouble with that than you had with Malefor." Then she reached over with her paw and grabbed the dragon. He stopped as soon as he felt her touch him. Then she grabbed him with her tail and he tried to rest. He didn't like Spyro, so he kept a wary eye on him.

"So... Now that this beastly little thing is hatched, should we go back to warfang?" Spyro asked Cynder.

"Well you tell me, purple boy." Cynder said. She was used to Spyro making decisions.

Spyro thought for a second, "Yeah, I guess so. It's not like we have anything else to do here."

"Are you sure?" Cynder asked with a glint of humor in her eyes, "You could race me again?"

"No... Just, no."

"How about to Warfang?" She teased. Then she blasted into the air, making her own personal air current with her wind element.

Spyro shook his head, "Well, it's one way to live." Then he took off after Cynder, leaving the temple behind.

Well, I updated this from when I posted it. A SECOND time. Hope you guys like it better. I read through it once and I was like, "This is retarded." (I forever curse myself for writing that. It just disgusted me.)

Here's how they tell time in this story. Green moonlight is morning and early morning (3 am to 11 am). Dark moon is midday to 2 pm. Red/orange moon is 2 pm to 5 or 6 pm. White moon is 6 or 7 pm to about 10 pm. And blazing moon is 10 pm to 3 am.

One more thing, DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW! Feel free to inspire me with elements to add and stuff because I will be coming up with my own elements in this story. So if you want to see a specific element in action just tell me. Inspire me with characters too. Just minor ones or non-adventuristic ones because I already have that planned out. Tell me what you think, and until next time-Whitherfang.