Legendary Spyro: The Portal- Prologue (TLoS)

Prologue

        Destruction was all around the two quadrupeds that were going down, closer to the core of their planet. The quadrupeds were Spyro and Cynder; two dragons that had fought against the very evil that was causing the destruction of their planet. Malefor, or as some called him, The Dark Master had been Hell-bent on destroying the world of the Dragons. Ironically enough, Malefor himself was a dragon; a purple dragon to be exact.
        “You can’t defeat me, I am eternal!” the evil purple dragon roared to Spyro; the good purple dragon, and Cynder; whom was a black dragon.
        Malefor released a killing beam of Convexity intending to finish off both Spyro and Cynder. The two dragons released a purple beam of their own and the three beams met together.
        Spyro thought to himself in all the stress, “Just…hang…on!”
        The two beams overpowered Malefor’s beam and he was sent flying back upon impact. He landed hard on his back on the platform of Purple Crystal they were standing on, but it didn’t dismay him from getting up again as if nothing had happened. Suddenly five spirits surrounded him in the silhouette appearance of Dragons; they were the spirit Dragon ancestors of Malefor’s past.
        “What is this?” Malefor asked, bewildered by the sudden appearance of the spirits.
        The spirits grabbed him and forced him inside the crystal as he bellowed, “NOOOO!!!” in sheer horror.
        The Purple Crystal suddenly brightened up like the sun, cracked into a million pieces, and then was incinerated causing chunks of crystal to be blasted into space. Cynder and Spyro watched as the crystal shattered into a million pieces from another crystal platform.
        “Spyro, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Cynder said remorsefully.
        “Don’t be. It’s over now,” he replied in a dismayed voice.
        Cynder asked, “So this is it?”
        Spyro felt a spiritual presence and closed his eyes to focus on it and heard a wise, comforting voice speak to him, “Spyro, when a Dragon dies, he does not truly leave this world. His spirit lives on, binding itself with nature, offering hope for the future.”
        Spyro opened his eyes with a look of sudden realization.
        “I know what I need to do. Just get out of here Cynder.”
        But she refused. “Spyro, no…you don’t have to do anything. Let’s just go!”
        “Where Cynder?” he asked, in an irate voice. “There’ll be nothing left! The world is breaking apart! But I think I can stop it. I think I’m meant to.”
        Cynder looked him into his eyes and said, “Then I’m with you.”
        Spyro felt a surge of energy run through his body. He burned bright as a light, and hovered above the crystal platform, spread his wings, and released his energy to reverse the world’s destruction.
        Cynder said in a soothing voice, “I love you.”

        A dragon was reading a book in his chamber, recounting the near-destruction of the Dragon world. He turned his head to the left and spoke to a presence that had joined him.
        “Be welcome, friend. I have long been expecting you. 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."
        The light-blue Dragon, whom was The Chronicler, directed his attention to a fire-red dragon that had come up beside him.
        “And now, Ignitus, I pass this honor to you."
        Ignitus was honoured to be taking the role as The Chronicler. But one thing still burned in his mind,  
        “And...What of Spyro? Is he…?”
        “Hmm…that is the question, isn't it?" The Chronicler asked. A book from the many shelves of books in the chamber floated down to the pale-blue dragon.
        “You see, each time a dragon dies, a new page is written in this book. I've done my best, but I can't seem to find any trace of Spyro."
        Immediately after answering Ignitus’ question, The Chronicler’s body was overcome in a bright-white light and disappeared. Ignitus’ scales changed from the fire-red colour they had been to the light-blue that had been adorned on The Chronicler before; Ignitus was now The Chronicler.
        He smiled to himself before saying, “Well, young dragon, where might you be?” and closed his eyes and focused his energies to the crystal pendant adorned on his neck. Before long, he had found Spyro…and Cynder. And from what he saw they were happy, flying through the skies playing a little chase game.
        “Well done young ones! May the ancestors bless you both with long life, love, and prosperity!”
        Suddenly, two books came down from one of the shelves and abruptly interrupted his thoughts.
        “What is the meaning of this?” he thought, irritated by the interruption.
        The books were the books on the lives of Spyro and Cynder respectively, and they both flipped over to a page that appeared to be in the midst of writing-and drawing on its own! Ignitus looked at the picture being drawn, curious of something in the picture itself. What appeared to have been drawn were Spyro and Cynder, among others, looking at a giant arch of sorts.
        Ignitus gasped, “A portal?”
        Quickly, he telepathically ordered another book form one of the shelves and he flipped it open to one page regarding Portals, and where in the Dragon Realms they are believed to be located. Ignitus looked back to the two other books; they had flipped to the next page. Intrigued, he watched them write some more and draw yet another two pictures.
        The first, showed an unusual bipedal being of sorts Ignitus had never seen before, coming through the Portal in the previous picture. The next showed shadowy figures and a bloodied battlefield, with Spyro, Cynder, the unusual being, and many others on it fighting.
        Ignitus was overcome with fear, “Dear Ancestors…I spoke too soon! This is not good at all!”