The purple creature's body was engulfed within a bright light, his powers locked within forcing the world back to its rightful place. His companion, a black dragoness, watched in awe as she felt the warmth of his ability.
As peace was finally once more bestowed upon the world, the two were transported out of the Dark Master's tomb, to a green, sheltered valley.
The chronicler, obviously within his study, looked around, sensing a vision. It was time for his departure. Saying his farewells to the new chronicler, his body was set free in a mist of light.
The newcomer's eyes brought forward a book, gaze shifting over the page, "Well, young dragon... where might you be?"
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The Legacy of Spyro: Hero's Demise
FanfictionFollowing right after the ending of Dawn of the Dragon, Spyro and Cynder have finally stopped the dreaded Malefor... or so they thought. Now Spyro must question his entire existence, bringing back into thought the prophecy of the purple dragon. ~~~~...
