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“What!?” Raku said and as Raku looked around he saw Cyra standing with a very large ball of bright red energy, she then grinned.

“Yup! You’re dead all right!” Cyra yelled, “LET’S SEE YOU TAKE THIS ONE…GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Cyra screamed as she thrust her forelegs forwards and let a massive, beam of energy travel at a very high speed towards Raku.

“Aaaahh…” Raku said in fear as this enormous beam of energy hurtling towards him. “NOOOOOOOOO…AAAAAAH!” Raku yelled as the energy finally reached and completely engulfed Raku. Satisfied with the result, Cyra then stopped putting energy into the beam and let it disintegrate. As the dust settled, it was revealed that the area Raku was floating was now just empty space. She smiled. Cyra then fell back onto four legs and walked over to Spyro.

“Hey Spyro” Cyra said, grinning

“Hey…” Spyro replied, “Aaaah…” Spyro winced as he held his sides in pain

“Here. Let me see that…” Cyra said as she placed her paw on Spyro chest. Spyro then felt the soothing warmth of her energy flow into his body and in an instant; he felt the pain from the impact lift as though it never happened. Spyro then, feeling renewed, sprang to his feet.

“Thanks!” Spyro said, Spyro looked around and found his sword lying a few yards from where he landed and put it in his sheathe. “So, do you think that’s Raku, pretty much dead?” Spyro asked, “He should be after that! I mean you just like totally blew him to bits! I’m never getting on your bad side that’s for sure!” Spyro laughed

“I’m not sure…” Cyra replied with a slight chuckle, “I’m hoping that the attack was powerful enough but it’s more that likely that he’ll come back…” Cyra added

“Hm…hey Cyra, He’s rejuvenated quite a lot now. Do you think I can try and reseal him in my sword yet?” Spyro asked

“No…I wouldn’t try that just yet…” Cyra replied, “He’ll still have way too much energy for that if he rejuvenates again…”

“Oh. But Cyra, how are you gonna keep this up?” Spyro asked, “I mean you must’ve used up a heck of a lot of energy all ready.” Spyro acknowledged

“Oh. Don’t worry about me. There’s plenty more to come yet.” Cyra answered, and it was then that the sky began to darken once more. “Yep…he’s still alive…” Cyra sighed. She then reluctantly looked up and watched the dark mass in the sky; slowly reform into a familiar, humanoid figure like before and before they knew it, Raku had once again regained his form and laughed in an evil laughed that shook the area.

“Let’s face it!” Raku boomed, “You cannot kill me! But I have to hand it to, I didn’t think I’d have to show my true form…” yelled

“Huh? True form?” Spyro said, “What does he mean, Cyra?” Spyro asked

“I don’t know, I’ve never known Raku to have another form and I don’t like the sound of it…” Cyra answered

“Me neither…” Spyro replied

It was then that Raku began to descend to the ground. As soon as Raku landed on the ground, he began to tense up and an evil, black aura began to wrap itself around Raku’s body.

“You should be honoured!” Raku yelled, “Only the most worthy of opponents has ever seen this form!”

Then as the aura began to intensify, a surge of dark energy suddenly erupted from his body

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…!!!!” Raku yelled as the energy rushed violently over his body. As the black energy thickened and blocked Raku from view and became nothing but a Dark mass, the energy them began to accumulate in size. As the dark mass began to get bigger and bigger, until it towered over Spyro, Cyra and the survivors of the army, who were watching in horror, the Dark Mass then began to form into a shape.

“H-his…energy…” Cyra gasped in horror “I-it’s…maddening…!”

The mass began to form what looked like limbs, which were slowly. It was then when Raku’s formation was complete that his true nature was unleashed. When Raku had completed his transformation, his true form was finally revealed as, now, a enormous, evil looking, pure black, terrifying-looking Dragon with many ugly scars etched on his dirty, roughly spiked scale, evil-looking eyes, with piercing slits for pupils and large black wings with many ugly tears along the membrane of filthy leather. Raku then with his form complete, then let out a deep, loud roar that shook the Earth underfoot.

Cyra watched in horror as the nightmare unfolded before her very eyes. This was Raku’s true form!? This means that what the goddess and Gods of Alafrenor possibly haven’t even seen half of Raku’s full power! What was she going to do!?

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Chapter Sixteen: No more

Spyro and Cyra watched in horror as this humungous, black Dragon towered over them, with ugly looking scars and tears etched on his dirty, scales and wings, peering at them with his piercing slits for pupils. He then let out a large guttural roar that vibrated in every area of their bodies. Once his transformation was complete, Raku then looked at the two small Dragons in front of him, horror sweeping over them as they observed the nightmare that was unfolding before their very eyes. A wicked grin then etched across his face, baring his large, evil fangs.

“So, Cyra, mighty Goddess of Alafrenor, how do like the true Lord of Darkness?” Raku boomed. Cyra, however, couldn’t say a thing as she was completely lost for words, as the horror of Raku’s transformation was still raw in her veins. Raku then laughed as the fear radiated off Cyra’s body,
“What’s wrong, Cyra? Is the mighty Lord of Darkness too much for the legendry Alafrenorian Goddess?” Raku teased. The energy radiating of Raku’s body was maddening. Cyra was scared now. She couldn’t even begin to imagine the destruction that he could create under this form. She shuddered under the very thought of the idea.

“Cyra...just how the heck are we meant to fight that thing!?” Spyro asked

“I-I don’t know...I don’t think we can...” Cyra stuttered, “He’s more powerful than an all the gods in Alafrenor combined in this form...it’ll take a miracle to take him...” She added

“Oh...God...” Spyro said quietly, a thought then began to nag the back of his mind, “Cyra? If he’s as powerful as you say he is, then why did he even need go into all that bother to turn you into a Shadow Dragon and all?”

“Oh...that’s a good question, actually...” Cyra replied as she thought about it. It was puzzling though, Raku had gone into all that bother to create an army and turn her into a Shadow Dragon, yet he could equally have just wiped out everything on his own with all that power inside him.

“So!” Raku boomed out, “Any last words from the legendary Goddess Cyra, before the universe meets its fate?” Raku sneered through his ugly, Draconian fangs

“Actually...we have a question...” Cyra started, “If you had this power all this time, then why did you even need to turn me into a Shadow Dragon in the first place? I couldn’t have done you much good in that form and you could’ve just as equally have done everything on your own.” Cyra pointed out

“Well, if you must know, I wanted control over everything and drape everything in shadow, including Alafrenor, and become the supreme ruler of all worlds of the living and the dead!” Raku answered
“All of the worlds? You don’t mean the three created by Zeikora, do you?” Cyra asked

“Yes! And with the energy of Alafrenor, the demon realm and this world all under my control and draped in shadow, I would become the ultimate eternal ruler of all that is. I would become the ultimate King of Shadow!” Raku boomed

“Wait, what’s that about this Zeikora dude?” Spyro asked

“Ok...to start with, this world was nothing but a dead lump of rock in space right?” Cyra said, “Then out of nowhere, the ultimate Dragon God, Zeikora descended upon this dead planet of rock and breathe life up on it and created the Dragon Worlds. Then before Zeikora parted from this world, he created two other worlds, Alafrenor born off his light and the Demon Realm born of his darkness and also created six deities: the four gods of Alafrenor and Zephra of this world (Born of his courage, loyalty, love and wisdom) and Raku (Born of his upmost hatred, rage and fury). Zeikora then created a marble seal quite near here, called Zeikora’s Seal.” Cyra explained

“Oh. Right. But why did he still need you in the first place though?” Spyro asked

“I don’t know... some of the real Goddess Cyra’s memories haven’t surfaced yet...” Cyra said. Cyra then looked at the monstrous black dragon in front of them, “Ok. That’s all fine about Zeikora’s Seal but again, why did you need me to begin with? I mean, you could just blast the seal open if you wanted to” Cyra asked Raku

“Isn’t it obvious yet?” He said, “Only a being of the realm can open its path. That means that even if I, the mighty Lord of Darkness, use an attack strong enough to blow the sun to oblivion, Alafrenor would still stand, untouched.” Raku explained

“Wait. If that’s true then how did you get into Alafrenor two thousand years ago?” Cyra asked

“I had a little help, when Terranna’s daughter accidentally opened the seal to the Dragon Worlds.” Raku replied

“Shakra...” Cyra said quietly, “If she had followed Fyrenz’ advice then Alafrenor wouldn’t have suffered such a fate.” Cyra muttered

“Yes...it’s daunting how a curious child can cause such a calamity” Raku sneered

“Yeah...but lucky for us, both Rekuma and Shakra managed to escape and Rekuma managed to stop you before you gained full control over the powers of the Alafrenorian Gods.” Cyra replied

“YES!” Raku boomed, “Those meddling fools! But I will not let these mistakes happen again and I will kill you!” Raku yelled

“Wait! But if you kill Cyra, you can’t open Alafrenor!” Spyro pointed out

“Yes, I can! Seeing as her Goddess form has surfaced, I can use her remaining light essence when she is dead to open the seal and gain entry to the status of King of Shadow!” Raku boomed, “Enough talk! Let us decide the fate of the universe in this final bout between, I, Raku, the mighty Lord of Darkness against Cyra, the legendary Goddess of Alafrenor!” Raku yelled. It was then that Raku started to let a long, low growl, baring his ugly, yellow fangs. Spyro and Cyra then got into their fighting stances and as Raku raised his head, he then suddenly opened his mouth and out shot a dark ball of evil energy and sent it hurtling down towards them. Spyro and Cyra then barely managed to jump out of the way with the ball of energy leaving an even bigger hole in the ground than before.

“Jeez-O!” Spyro yelled, “We’re gonna get blown to bits if we’re not careful!”
Raku then began firing balls of energy, one after the other, with Spyro and Cyra trying their best to dodge them. One however managed to catch Cyra’s left shoulder.

“Ah!” Cyra cried as she crippled away from the shock of the attack.

“Cyra, are you ok?” Spyro asked. It was then revealed that the attack from Raku had left a large, deep, wound, carved into her shoulder, with crimson blood trickling down her foreleg, “Cyra! You’re hurt!” Spyro acknowledged as he saw the deep gash in her shoulder

“Yeah... don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine...SPYRO! LOOK OUT!” Cyra yelled as she saw what looked like a giant ball of Dark Energy hurtling down towards Spyro. Then before he knew what was happening, Cyra suddenly pulled him away so that she was between Raku and Spyro. Then all too soon, with Cyra acting as a shield, the ball of energy descended and struck Cyra right on the back. Cyra then crippled away from the force of the attack and a searing pain travelled across her back as her scales were ripped violently off along with a very unpleasant burning sensation.

“Cyra!” Spyro yelled with freight as she collapsed into Spyro’s arms in pain. Spyro then noticed that Cyra’s back was pretty badly burnt, that it bled in some places and that her right wing was broken. And then all too soon, Raku suddenly fired another large ball of energy. Spyro then, not really knowing what the outcome will be, unsheathed his sword. Instinctively, he then raised his sword in front of himself and before he knew it, the ball of energy befell upon him, when a miracle happened. As the ball of energy touched the tip of Spyro’s sword, to his surprise, the ball of energy began to disintegrate and as a matter of fact, the sword had actually begun to absorb the energy from Raku’s attack. Spyro just stood, dumbfounded at what his sword had just achieved, as the ball of energy continued to get absorbed.

“What!?” Raku said in disbelief as Spyro still stood there with his sword poised, unscathed by his attack. “How did that little runt manage to survive that?” He yelled. When the ball of energy had eventually disappeared into his sword, Spyro then withdrew his sword and looked at it in disbelief as he began to absorb what just happened. It was then that Raku recognised the black handle, red cross-bar, golden Dragon head and the silver blade.
“That sword...” Raku gasped, “It can’t be! That little brat has the Sword of Daiakaryuu!” Raku yelled. He then remembered that battle with Rekuma, when he managed to plunge the sword, deep into Raku’s black heart and trapped him inside for two-thousand years. “Well, I won’t let that same mistake happen again!” Raku yelled as his goal to become King of the Universe of Shadow came clearer into his mind. “GrrrrRRRRRRAAAAH!!!!!” Raku boomed. Raku then took a deep breath and let out a loud roar that shook the Earth underfoot and along with his roar, a wave of energy rippled out from his body. The wave of energy caught Spyro unawares and the force of the energy smacked into Spyro and sent him flying backwards. Spyro then landed hard on his back, knocking the wind out of him.

“Ah...!” Spyro groaned as his body ached as the shock of Raku’s energy travelled throughout his body. Raku then walked towards Spyro and before he knew it, Raku pinned Spyro to the ground with his left paw, just as Spyro was about to reach for his sword. Spyro then squirmed helplessly, trying to get out of Raku’s grip, but it was no use. Raku laughed as he watched Spyro squirm under his grip.

“It’s no use, Spyro, wielder of the mighty Sword. My power is no match for a petty weakling like you!” Raku sneered at Spyro through his ugly, yellow fangs, “Now any last words before I shatter your body to pieces?” Raku teased as he tightened his grip

“Ah!” Spyro groaned as Raku began to grip Spyro’s aching body. Raku then began to grip tighter still.
“Ah! Ugh...! AH! Spyro cried as the pressure on Spyro’s bones began to intensify. Raku laughed as Spyro cried out as he continued to tighten his grip, putting immense pressure on Spyro’s body.

“What’s wrong, Spyro? Feeling a little uncomfortable are we?” Raku sneered, “Well, let me put you out of your misery...DIE, DRAGON!!!” Raku yelled and as he increased the grip even more, the pain in Spyro’s body became almost unbearable.
“AAAAAAH! GRAAAAAH!” Spyro cried as he became blinded by pain. Then as Raku watched Spyro scream under his now very tight grip, an unexpected bright ball of energy suddenly smacked Raku right in the face and forced him backwards, releasing Spyro from his grip. Paralysed from Raku’s grip, Spyro lay immobilised on the ground. Spyro then turned his head very slowly to see where the ball of energy came from and he was surprised to see Cyra standing before him.

“Cyra...?” Spyro said weakly

“Leave him alone, you monster!” Cyra yelled, wincing at her aching wounds.

“So, Cyra, I see you still have a little fight in you after all?” Raku said as he recovered from her attack, “However, your persistence with that petty power of yours won’t save you or the universe from my reign!”

“Well, if I die then I’m taking you down with me, either way I’m not standing by just so you can torment those innocent lives!” Cyra yelled back at Raku

“Oh but aren’t you forgetting that I am immortal?” Raku laughed evilly

“Heh...you won’t be for long...” Cyra said

“What is that supposed to mean!?” Raku demanded, clearly angered by her remark

“Just how much energy are you using in that form?” Cyra asked, “I’ve been watching your progress and all ready your energy has depleted by quite a bit. If you keep this up, you won’t have any energy left for another rejuvenation and you will die!” Cyra explained

“GrrrRRR! You will be long dead before my energy depletes that far!” Raku bellowed angrily, as his slits for pupils narrowed

“You sure about that?” Cyra replied coolly. Rage was now building up within Raku and was now bellowing out columns of smoke.

“Why you arrogant, little brat!” Raku growled, “I will kill you long before my energy expires AND YOU WILL DIE!!!” Raku roared with fury. Raku then raised himself onto his hind legs, so that he was now almost as tall as a mountain and he then suddenly thrust his forelegs forwards and launched a black beam of evil energy at Cyra. With a split second decision, Cyra then too, raised herself up, managed to create a beam of bright white energy to catch Raku’s high-speed energy beam just in time. Raku and Cyra were once again locked in combat as their beams of energy duelled against each other.

The atmosphere around the spectators was static as they watch the two titans duel as anything could happen as it could go either way. The future now rested on Cyra’s shoulders, one slip too early and all could fail and Raku would ultimately drape the whole universe in darkness. But there was still hope as Nestor eyed Spyro, beginning to slip away from the battle scene. Spyro then, a good bit away from Raku and Cyra, looked around. It was then that Spyro spotted a slither of silver glinting in the now setting sun, walked over to it and picked up his sword. Spyro then, grasping his sword, snuck around behind Raku who hadn’t noticed him as he had his mind set on his battle with Cyra and waited for the moment.

“Very good, Spyro...wait until the moment is right, now...” Nestor said to himself as he watched Spyro

After a good half an hour of duelling, Cyra and Raku were still in the midst of feeding their energy into their beams. Sweat was now starting to trickle down Cyra’s face as she was now beginning to tire considerably as her energy began to deplete; her wounds nagging away in her back and her shoulder didn’t help either.

“What’s wrong Cyra? Weakening all ready? Is my power too much for the legendary Alafrenorian Goddess” Raku sneered, as he let an extra wave of energy pulse down his beam.

“Grah...! I’ve still got...plenty to come yet!” Cyra yelled back as she struggled to stabilise Raku’s pulse of energy. Just as Cyra said that, she also felt Raku’s energy beginning to fade slightly...
“Heh...You’re energy...seems to be going down...a bit itself...” Cyra acknowledged as she continued to battle against Raku’s beam of evil, black energy.

“GrrrRRRR!! Your energy will deplete long before mine ever will!! DIE!!!!” Raku yelled with fury. Cyra had done it now. As Raku’s fury surfaced, he then suddenly began to feed a whole load of energy into his beam and had started to push back Cyra’s. Wincing at her stinging, bleeding wounds, Cyra continued to battle valiantly with Raku’s beam as she continued to feed her energy into her beam to try and stabilise it, but there was no way that was going to happen. Cyra’s energy was reaching a critical level now as she was beginning tire greatly as she now had less than half of her energy left. Raku’s beam continued to slowly creep towards Cyra. After about ten minutes of painstaking duelling with their energy, Raku’s beam was now very dangerously close to Cyra; any more would spell disaster. Sweat now pouring from her face, Cyra closed her eyes tightly as she cringed under the pressure of the beam.

“No! I can’t give in!” Cyra said to herself, “I won’t let these people suffer under his wrath!”

As Cyra’s words left her, she then used her iron will, began feeding a whole load of energy into her beam and managed to stabilise it and push Raku’s beam back slightly.
Raku was now beginning to wince as his energy too, began to deplete slightly. Waiting for the right moment to strike, Spyro stood with his sword by his side.
‘C’mon, Cyra. You can do it...just a little more...’ Spyro thought to himself. Spyro watched in agony as the beam of energy started to move back down towards Cyra again. Cyra struggled as Raku forced another wave of energy down their interlocking beams.

“Grraaaaah...!” Cyra cried as her energy began to weaken more while she tried to fight against the extra pulse of energy. But that was when she sensed it. As soon as Raku let out that extra wave of energy, she knew his energy had reached a low enough level. It was time, time for the final strike.
“IT’S NOW OR NEVER, SPYRO!” Cyra screamed as she was pushed to the limit.

“RIGHT!” Spyro called back from behind Raku.

“What!?” Raku yelled and as Raku let go off the beam and wheeled around to the source of Spyro’s voice, it happened. As soon as he turned around, Spyro suddenly leapt up and struck his sword right into Raku’s chest.
“WHAT!? NO! THE SWORD!!” Raku yelled, with Spyro’s sword stuck in his chest, GRAAAAH! NO! I WON’T BE TRAPPED A SECOND TIME! NO! HAVE MERCY!!!”

“MERCY!?” Spyro yelled with spite, “You dare to ask me for mercy? NOT A CHANCE! WHAT ABOUT MY PARENTS AND CYRA’S!? HUH!?” Spyro yelled as he dug the sword deeper into Raku’s chest

“GrraaAAAAH!” Raku cringed under the pain

“I’ll never forgive you for what you did to my parents that night and for what you did to Cyra...!” Spyro growled, “And I’m gonna GET RID OF EVERY SINGLE, STINKING PARTICLE OF YOU AND YOUR LOT ONCE AND FOR ALL!” Spyro yelled. Spyro then with, the sword still firmly stuck in Raku’s chest, somehow knew what to do as his paw the move up the handle, over the golden Dragon head and squeezed so that the Dragon’s jaw shut. It was then that Raku’s body started to change.

“NO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?” Raku yelled, trying to get away from the sword, but it was too late. As Raku tried to trash Spyro off him, his body started to change consistency and mould out of place.
“NO! NO! I WON’T LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN!!!” Raku roared, as his body started turn into a blob of black mass. Raku was now just basically a giant mass of black, evil energy and was now beginning to deplete in size as Raku’s energy began to be absorbed by the sword. Spyro was now more or less standing on Raku’s energy, whilst keeping the Golden Dragon’s jaw shut on his sword. Raku’s energy was depleting more and more as the sword continued to absorb him. Raku’s energy was now even smaller than Spyro.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...!” Raku yelled frantically. And then, his energy was finally completely absorbed into the sword. Spyro then let go of the golden Dragon head and the jaw opened. He did it. Raku was finally resealed inside the sword of Daiakaryuu and he was no more.

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Chapter Seventeen: The Promise

Raku was finally gone for good. Still suspended in the air and with the force of gravity acting on him, Spyro then started falling towards the ground. Spyro, however, managed to save himself as he caught the air with his wings and glided down beside Cyra, who was sitting, panting with exhaustion on the ground.
As the scene unravelled before their very eyes, the crowd of spectators burst with cheering.

“Oh! My God! They did it! Raku’s finally gone for good! Hee! Hee! Hee!” screamed a female dragon who then kissed another male Dragon.

“MhHH! Freya! What the heck?!” spluttered the Dragon. Spyro then walked up to Cyra, she then weakly looked up into Spyro’s eyes and a beaming grin crept up on her face and she then hugged him.

“Oh! Spyro...you did it!” she cheered with a laugh of joy

“No. We did it.” Spyro replied. She and Spyro then shared a warm smile and they embraced.

“Oh. Spyro... I love you so much.” Cyra said

“I love you too.” Spyro replied. Spyro and Cyra then came out of the hug and looked deep into each other’s eyes. As Spyro stroked Cyra’s cheek gently with his claw, they shared a warm smile and they then bent forwards and shared a long, passionate kiss. Spyro and Cyra then stood up, Cyra, however, limped badly on her left leg as her shoulder wound still stung away.

“Ach! Ma leg’s still...” Cyra winced under her sore leg

“Here, let me help.” Spyro replied. Spyro then came up to Cyra’s left side and let Cyra use his shoulder as a support.

“Thanks” Cyra replied with a smile. As Spyro and Cyra shared a warm smile, something then caught her eye. Cyra noticed that the sword still hung suspended in the air and that started to glow as a blue aura wrapped around it. Then the four elemental darkness orbs started to fly out of the hollows on its cross-bar, one by one. The Darkness orbs then suddenly stopped suspended in the air and started to float down towards Cyra as the sword fell to the ground.
“The Darkness orbs...” Cyra said when the darkness orbs were more or less floating in front of Cyra. Cyra then raised her paw slightly and four, small beams of energy shot out her index and the orbs shattered into many little purple shards. “Now he can never come back.”

Spyro and Cyra then looked back at each other and shared another kiss and walked (Or hobbled, rather) across to the cheering crowd of Dragons singing, dancing and making a joyful, well-organised racket.

“Spyro! Cyra!” Yelled a Peace Keeper Dragon from the crowd, it was Trondo again, “Oh! My God (No pun intended)! That was so flippin’ awesome! Man! That was like so cool how you did that big huge beamy thingy and then you like did that swordy thing! I mean...Aaaaaaaah!! I think my brain’s gonna pop!!” Trondo cheered

“I think his brain all ready has popped...” Spyro muttered in Cyra’s ear. Cyra then snorted with laughter

“Aye an’ the rest...” Cyra added and both Spyro and Cyra then burst out laughing. As Spyro and Cyra laughed and chatted with the other Dragon’s, something then happened. As Cyra was talking to another Artisan, the cheering and excitable chatter then began quieten and become more muffled and an airy, male voice then called in her head.

“Cyra...Goddess of Alafrenor...the gate of light awaits...” called the voice

“What?” Cyra questioned the voice but the voice didn’t answer and the chatter and cheerful atmosphere came back to the normal volume, “Gate of light...?” Cyra questioned herself, then it hit her “Zeikora’s Seal!” Cyra yelled. Cyra then limped away from Spyro slightly but here leg prevented her from going very far, Spyro then saw this and supported her again.

“Hey Cyra, what’s up?” Spyro asked

“Spyro, I need you to take me over there” Cyra said as she pointed in the direction of an open area of sand.

“Ok...why?” Spyro asked

“You’ll see...” Cyra replied

Spyro and Cyra then walked over to the open area Cyra pointed out, it was then that Cyra felt a hard surface underneath the dry sand.
“Spyro, you feel that?” Cyra asked

“Yeah...it’s like there’s something underneath...what is it?” Spyro asked

“You’ll see...stand back.” Cyra told Spyro. Spyro then did what he was told and stepped back a couple of feet

“Reveal to me the Seal of grandest deity and creator of these worlds, Zeikora!” Cyra yelled and as soon as she did so, the sand then began to move. A large, disk-shaped, marble structure then slowly poked through the sand and when the marble structure stopped moving, everyone just looked at Cyra in both awe and confusion.

“Cyra...what in the...?!” Spyro started, both confused and awed

“This...is Zeikora’s Seal.” Cyra answered Spyro’s expression

“You mean that’s the gate thing that takes you to Alafrenor?” Spyro asked.

“Yes...” Cyra said, and as she moved towards the Seal, her left leg began to play up again, “Damn leg...” Cyra winced.

“Here...” Spyro said as he supported her again.

“Thanks, now I need to in the middle of the seal...” Cyra replied

“Ok” Spyro replied back. Spyro and Cyra then walked over, stepped onto the seal and then walked over to a large dragon, carved onto the marble.

“Open Alafrenor, the gate of light unto me!” Cyra spoke in a very clear voice and as so as she spoke, the runes on the circular marble floor around then started to glow. Rays of white light then suddenly shot up from the many runes, etched on the seal around them. The light’s rays then wrapped around them and blocked everything from view. As the light intensified, so that they had to shield their eyes, the gasps and chatter from the crowd of Dragon’s began to disappear and now the only thing they could hear was their breathing and the shimmering of the mystical light around them. Then after what seemed like an eternity, the light around them began to dim. The light around them then began to unwind and split into separate rays of light and finally the light had fully dimmed.

“Spyro...” Cyra said limping with Spyro off the seal, “Welcome to Alafrenor.” Cyra added and what Spyro saw next just made him gasp with sheer awe...

All around them was a wide open area with walls of towering, white, puffy clouds and five large, pure-white, marble castles with elegant architecture; four on a distant island and one exceptionally large one on an island just behind them, all linked to the main island that Spyro and Cyra were on by five elegant, beautifully-crafted bridges . In front of them was a large, spacious, pool of crystal-clear, blue water, which reflected the beautiful, orange, setting sky. The whole area seemed to have a mystical, white, misty aura around it, which added to its beauty. No words could express what Spyro just saw.

“So, Spyro. What do you think?” Cyra asked, grinning at his stunned silence as he just stood there with his jaw ajar, trying to take everything in.

“Cyra...” Spyro started, “T-this...this is...this is just incredible!” Spyro stammered as he was just overwhelmed by everything around him. As Spyro stared at his surroundings in awe, three large shadows then befell upon them and as they looked behind them, they saw three large Dragons standing behind them. One had red scales, gold markings around his amber eyes, face and body; one had yellow scales with blue marking around his brown eyes, face and body and one Dragoness had green scales with lighter green marking around her hazel eyes, face and body.

“Cyra, welcome to Alafrenor. I see you have bared my wife’s light essence well and that you have also brought a companion with you?” spoke the red Dragon

“Yes, this is Spyro, descendant of Goddess Zephra. Spyro, this is God Fyrenz, God Electrador and Goddess Terranna.” Cyra replied

“Ah! Greetings, young Spyro.” Greeted God Fyrenz

“Oh! Um...pleased to meet you.” Spyro replied, who was in complete awe.

‘This is just crazy! Two months ago, I was just chasing sheep about the place and now I’m in Alafrenor, talking to the Dragon Gods!!!’ Spyro thought to himself

“Cyra...mind if I go and faint?” Spyro said and Cyra just laughed. Then as they shared a smile another shadow befell upon then, they then turned to see who it was and saw another red, younger-looking Dragon with Golden markings around his light-blue eyes (Which were exactly like Cyra’s), face and body.

“Ah! Rekuma. You got here just in time. I think Cyra and her companion may need your assistance on those wounds of theirs.” Fyrenz spoke to the Dragon

“Right away, Father!” Rekuma replied. Rekuma then walked over and sat down in front of Spyro and Cyra, he then placed his left paw over Cyra and his right paw over Spyro. As soon as he did this, he then closed his eyes and began to concentrate and white energy began to flow from his body, down his arms and out his paws to Spyro and Cyra. Immediately, the white energy wrapped around then and their wounds began to slowly close up and Cyra began to fill up with rejuvenating, warm energy. Then soon after, energy stopped flowing from Rekuma and he took his paws away from Spyro and Cyra and feeling renewed, they stood up, feeling the warm energy flow through their bodies.

“Wow! Thanks!” Spyro said as he walked around feeling his rejuvenated body

“You’re welcome and Cyra, I’m afraid I was unable to recover some of your lost energy...my apologies.” Rekuma replied

“Oh. That’s ok. No need to worry about it.” Cyra replied; Rekuma, however, looked slightly unsure...

As Spyro stretched his rejuvenated bones, he then felt a presence and then two shadows befell upon him from behind.

“Spyro...?” a male voice called from behind. Spyro then turned around and he then gasped as he saw a large, bipedal, male Dragon, purple in colour with a dark purple crest and brown eyes.

“D-Dad...?” Spyro gasped as he just could not believe what he was seeing, as his long dead Father was just standing there, right before his very eyes.

“Sarek, what’s wrong, dear?” asked a female, quadruped Dragoness, with light blue scales, yellow crest and navy blue eyes, who came up behind his Father and when she saw Spyro she clasped he paws to her mouth with a gasp of surprise “Spyro...!” she gasped

“Mum...? Dad...?” Spyro said, as he started to realise just how much he missed them. Tears then started to fill up in his eyes and his breathing started shudder. As his emotions finally got the better of him, with not seeing his parents for ten whole years, he then started running towards them.

“Mum! Dad!” Spyro yelled, as he ran towards them, hoping that this was not just some cruel hoax but it was true. He then ran right into his Mother and Father’s arms who he had not seen for ten years.

“Mum! Dad! Oh! God...! I missed you so much...!” Spyro sobbed as tears started flowing down his cheeks as his long dead parents hugged and caressed him. As his mother’s scent flowed into his nostrils, so many wonderful memories came flooding back...

“Hush. Hush now... it’s ok, my son...we’re here...” soothed his mother, as she kissed Spyro’s forehead, who was sobbing over her shoulder. The scene was just so full of emotion as both Spyro’s long dead parents, hugged, kissed and caressed him.

“Oh. My boy...my son...” sobbed his Father hugged his Son

Cyra too began to fill up with tears as she watched the sad yet happy scene of Spyro and his parents unravel before her eyes.

“Oh! God...! He’s setting me of too...” Cyra said as a tear trickled down her cheek.

“Don’t worry you’re not the only one...” said Terranna, with a sniff as she watched the happy/sad scene.

“Wait...” Cyra said, “A-are my parents here too, if Spyro’s made it, I mean?” Cyra asked in a desperate way

“I-I’m afraid since that their spirits died deep within the darkness of Raku’s fortress...they were trapped and were not able to enter Alafrenor...” Fyrenz explained, sadly

“Oh...” Cyra replied, feeling slightly let down. She then looked away from the scene sadly. She wished she could have seen her parents at least once...

About twenty minutes later, Spyro, after his emotional reunion with his parents, is seen standing at a railing, lining the large island they were on, looking out at the large lake of water over on the other island. Cyra then came up and joined him.
“Hey, Spyro. You all right?” Cyra asked, as she placed her right paw on his left paw.

“Oh. Hey, Cyra... Yeah...I’m all right...” Spyro replied. Spyro and Cyra then both gazed out into the setting sun, letting their minds wander.
“Cyra...” Spyro started

“Hm?” Cyra replied

“I just want to say...thanks...” Spyro said, as he turned around to face Cyra “Really Cyra, thank you so much for this. I...really appreciated it...” Spyro added. Cyra then looked into Spyro’s dewy eyes and saw the honesty and genuine appreciation. She then smiled, squeezed his paw and came closer to him. Their bodies then touch and they wrapped their arms around each other into a hug.

As the two Dragon’s hugged into each other, while the sunset, Fyrenz walks over to Rekuma who just flew over from the nearest island with the largest, white, marble castle.

“Rekuma, is it ready yet?” Called Fyrenz

“Almost...” Rekuma replied, “You do know that she will not be able to survive...” Rekuma added

“I know...but we don’t have a choice, she has to follow her promise.” Fyrenz replied. Rekuma nodded and sighed sadly as he saw the two Dragons cuddled into each other. He then flew off back to the island.

As she rested her head on his shoulder and he nuzzled her forehead with his snout, whilst watching the sunset, they felt as though all their troubles with Raku had just washed away. She then raised her head off Spyro’s shoulder, let her lips follow Spyro’s warm breath and lock onto his. It seemed like ages passed when they last shared a proper kiss like this and they savoured the moment...
Five minutes later, as Spyro and Cyra shared another passionate kiss, a shadow befell upon them. Cyra came out of the kiss and turned around to find Rekuma standing behind them.

“Cyra, apologies for the interruption but the Altar of Alafrenor is ready for use and must be seen to at once...” Rekuma said with hint of anxiety

“Altar?” Cyra questioned him but then it hit her, “Goddess Cyra’s promise...” Cyra said as another memory flickered across her mind

“Yes...I’m afraid it cannot be postponed for much longer as there is still a lot of darkness shrouding the Dragon Worlds from Raku’s period of reign...” Rekuma said with a hint of sadness

“I see...and with quite a lot of my energy still unrecovered...” Cyra started

“Yes...although you’ll have enough to drive the darkness away...there’s really no chance that you’ll...” Rekuma replied. Cyra then nodded grimly and walked off and glided down towards the nearest and largest castle.

“Wait...what was that about an altar?” Spyro asked

“I-it’s a special altar that we use as a last resort to drive back or neutralise evil and to recreate destroyed worlds or rebuild broken lives. We can’t rejuvenate a being after a certain time though...” Rekuma explained

“Oh. So it’s like Cyra’s healing power except on a massive scale?” Spyro asked

“Yes...however, this act is very demanding on input of light essence and normally requires the being to be in peak condition...” Rekuma replied

“Oh...” Spyro said, but then he remembered what he said about not being able to recover some of Cyra’s lost energy. He looked up at Rekuma, who looked slightly saddened. A horrible thought then flickered into his mind, “She is going to be ok, isn’t she...?” Spyro asked but Rekuma remained silent, “Please tell me she’s gonna be ok?” Spyro bade desperately.

“She will have enough light essence for the given task, but I’m afraid that because a lot of her light essence remained uncovered... she will not have enough left for her own use and...She will die...” Rekuma explained sadly

Spyro’s eyes then widened. Spyro then began to back away from Rekuma, towards the castle, shaking his head in disbelief of what he just heard.
“No...” Spyro said quietly,

“I’m sorry but it...” Rekuma started

“No!” Spyro butted, “I can’t...I won’t let her...!”

“Look, Spyro! I’m sorry but it has to be done, my Mother made a promise two-thousand years...” Rekuma said

“NO!” Spyro yelled, “I won’t let this happen!” Spyro then started to run towards the castle, building up speed as he went

“Spyro! No! Wait!” Rekuma yelled after him but Spyro had only one thing set on his mind and that was to save his only loved one from certain death.

Cyra stood in a hallway of pure-white, marble walls, with six stained-glass windows (Each bearing one of the six deities of Zeikora), three either side of the hall and in the middle of the hall, was a large, raised marble tablet. Cyra then got on top of the structure which had lots of complicated runes etched on its surface, surrounding a large, circular pool of shallow water and she gave a shuddering sigh as her memories of her times with Spyro played around her head non-stop. Cyra was, however, forced out of her thoughts as the double doors flew open and slammed off the walls

“Cyra!” Called a familiar voice, Cyra then reluctantly turned around and saw Spyro running up to her, with his claws clicking on the marble floor. He then got onto the tablet in front of Cyra and their eyes met.
“Cyra...please don’t do this...” Spyro pleaded her with a slight sob

“I’m sorry, Spyro...I have to...” Cyra replied

“But Cyra, this just isn’t fair. You just don’t have a say in what you want in your life. You’ve always had to go by what other people tell you to do. Instead you have to let them take your life away, literally” Spyro replied back

“Spyro...you just don’t understand. I can’t turn this down because two-thousand-years ago, just before Goddess Cyra died, she made a promise that, with the darkness that she predicted that will return, she’ll use her powers to drive back the evil and rebuild lost lives with this altar even if it meant death and when a God or Goddess turns down a promise like that, he or she’ll will die anyway.” Cyra explained

“But Cyra...” Spyro started and he went deep into thought. A thought then occurred to him. “Cyra...” Spyro started, again, “Do you have to do the whole thing on your own?” Spyro asked

“Well, I’m the only one that can use the altar, so...” Cyra replied, she added

“Oh...but what if you were to do it with someone?” Spyro asked

“Well, that would be a big help but the thing is, the other gods have to put their energy into keeping the rift between the living world and Alafrenor open so I can purify it, so they wouldn’t be able to help me” Cyra asked

“Ok...what if someone else was to lend their energy to you, just enough so that both are able to survive...” Spyro replied. Cyra then looked into Spyro’s eyes and she had a good idea what he had in mind

“What do you have in mind...?” Cyra asked

“Well, I was thinking that maybe you and I could do the thing together where you can borrow my energy as well as your own. I mean, if we both do it then there may be a chance that we’ll both survive...” Spyro replied

“I-I don’t know...” Cyra said, “It’s too risky..." Cyra hesitated

“C’mon Cyra if we do this together then there may be a good chance that we’ll both make it...” Spyro replied

“But Spyro...what if this doesn’t work out...what if one of us or we both die...” Cyra hinted

“But what if we do make it?” Spyro replied. Cyra then looked away; still unsure about Spyro’s plan.

“But Spyro...you’ve all ready died for me...I can’t just let you die again...” Cyra replied back

“Look, Cyra. If you do this alone, then you’ll die for certain but if we do this together then there’s a chance that we’ll both make it. It’s risky, yeah, but it’s an opportunity we can’t miss and besides I made a promise I’d never leave you and I’m not about to break it anytime soon.” Spyro said. Spyro then got closer to her and their eyes met once more, “C’mon Cyra...I want to do this with you...” Spyro added as he stroked her forelegs. Cyra then sort of half smiled

“God! You’re so stubborn...” Cyra sighed. Spyro then sort of chuckled

“So...are we gonna do this...” Spyro asked

“Yeah...ok...” Cyra answered, but then just as Cyra began to move into the shallow pool of water with Spyro, the door swung open

“No! Spyro! Wait! What are you doing!?” Yelled a male voice from outside. When Spyro and Cyra looked to see who it was, they saw it was Rekuma.

“Rekuma, it’s all right...” Cyra called back to him, “Spyro’s going to help by offering some his energy to me during the purification.” Cyra explained

“But you are aware of the risk that you both may die from this, are you not?” Rekuma hinted

“Yes...I’ve mention the risks but Spyro still insisted.” Cyra replied.

“Look...Spyro...you don’t have to do this...if you both die of this then you’ll just die in vain...” Rekuma said

“No I won’t.” Spyro replied, “I’d die knowing that I helped her...I promised I’d never leave her and there’s no way I’m gonna break it now!” Spyro added. Rekuma then looked at the young Dragon, full of respect for him for he had never seen this much devotion in anyone before.

“Very well, I will inform the other gods to open the rift to the world of the living...best of luck to the both of you.” He replied, “And Spyro, whenever it comes to your passing, Alafrenor’s gates will always welcome you.” Rekuma added. It was then that Spyro’s parents came running up from behind Rekuma.

“Spyro!” called his Father, “Please! Think about what you are doing!” he cried as they came up to the tablet where Spyro and Cyra were.

“I have thought about it and I’m going through with it” Spyro replied

“But Spyro, you needn’t put yourself under a very risky procedure! You may be putting yourself into another early grave!” Sarek replied

“But I want to do this!” Spyro yelled in frustration, “Please, Dad...!” Spyro added

“But Son...” Sarek started

“Now Sarek...I know you don’t like the idea of Spyro risking so much but can’t you see how much he cares about her?” Sira said, “He loves her and if he doesn’t go through with it then he’ll have to live with the scars for the rest of his life.” Sira added

“Y-you’re right...” Sarek added quietly, he then turned back to his Son, “Ok...Spyro...you just do what you need to do...” Sarek said, “And Spyro...I want you to know that I’m very proud of you, my Son...” he added

“Thanks...” Spyro replied as he hugged his parents for what could be for the very last time. It was then after their final farewells, that his parents and Rekuma walked out of the castle and the door slammed shut. Spyro then turned back to Cyra and their eyes met; it was time...

OK! Guys! It's finally time for the Grand Finale with the last three chapters of Dragon Spirit that I finally managed to get done! Phew !

Chapter eighteen: A glimmer of Hope

Inside the altar of white marble, Spyro and Cyra stood on the marble tablet, looking grimly at the small pool of water, filling the room with a mystical, blue aura.

“So...are we ready...?” Spyro asked

“Yes...but we have to wait until the other gods are ready first... It shouldn’t take too long...” Cyra answered. They then fell into silence again, as they both knew that this could mean their fate. Then, after what seemed like an eternity of agony, the pool of water then started to glow and bright, mystical blue

“Huh? What going on?” Spyro asked

“The altar...” Cyra said as she looked grimly at the glowing pool of water, “The other gods are locked onto the altar’s power and are ready to open the vortex” she added

“So, you mean it’s time to...?” Spyro asked

“Yeah...” Cyra answered, “It’s time for the purification” she added grimly. “Ok, Spyro...let’s go.” Cyra said as she came out of her train of thought

It was then that Cyra began to move into the pool of water and as she did so the ripples of the mysterious glowing water, showered swells of mystical blue light onto the white marble walls.

“Ok. If you’re going to help me with the purification, I need you to come into the pool with me.” She called to Spyro

“Right.” Spyro replied. Spyro then walked into the pool of water like what Cyra did and came close to her. As Spyro stood in the shallow pool of glowing water; the rays of warm light swept across Spyro’s body. If it weren’t such a grim situation, Spyro would have enjoyed the caressing swells of warmth upon his body.

Spyro then looked back at Cyra but she looked away slightly. Spyro knew what she was thinking as she still felt a little hesitation about letting Spyro risking his life for her again, “Cyra...?” Spyro said as he put his right paw on her shoulder

“Oh Spyro...you’ve already given so much for me...you don’t have to give your life for me again...” Cyra said quietly

“Cyra...we’ve been through this before...”Spyro added on, “I love you and I want to go through with this and besides, the people down there need all the help they can get.” Spyro added

“...Y-you’re right...” Cyra replied as she glanced away. Spyro then placed his paw gently on her cheek and their eyes met. As they gazed into each other’s eyes, they then edged towards each other and shared what could be their last kiss. Then when Cyra came out of the kiss, she hugged him and Spyro then wrapped his arms around her to comfort her. Giving the circumstances of the situation, Cyra was understandably scared of what the outcome will be, as any living would be, God or no God and Spyro was probably feeling the same way but by being about to share what could be their fate together made the situation seem happy, somewhat.

But something strange occurred. As Cyra hugged Spyro, she noticed that energy in Spyro’s aura seemed to have much higher vibration than most of the Dragons that lived in the living realm. Noticing this, she used her mind’s eye to look deeper into Spyro’s energy field and what she saw was astonishing... Underneath Spyro’s natural purple aura, which too, showed signs of high spiritual awareness, was another spiritual aura of pure white energy, just lying dormant at the surface. It then hit Cyra that this was...

“Light essence...” Cyra spoke out loud as she backed away from Spyro slightly, with a mixture of shock and astonishment

“Huh? Light essence?” Spyro said, questioning her reaction, “What about it?” Spyro added

“Spyro...” Cyra started, “I just had a little assessment of your aura and I saw what looked like an extra layer underneath your normal aura and...It turned out to be light essence, just lying at the surface...” Cyra replied still not being able to believe what she saw

“Light essence?” Spyro replied, “But how can I have light essence? I’m not a God or anything like that...Am I...?” Spyro asked

“I don’t know. It’s puzzling me too...” Cyra said as she went deep into thought and then it hit her, “Unless...” Cyra added and as she thought about it, it couldn’t be more obvious and look of enlightenment crept on her face

“Unless what?” Spyro asked

“Spyro...You’re so gonna love this...” Cyra said with excitement in her voice as she gripped Shoulders, “Spyro, do you remember the first day we met, back in Artisans?” Cyra asked who was getting even more excited

“Yeah, how could I forget? You nearly knocked ten bells outta me.” Spyro replied

“Ha, ha...very funny... Be serious, Spyro!” Cyra replied with a frown, “Do you remember that story that Nestor told us on that day?” she asked

“About Rekuma and Meisaka? Yeah, vaguely.” Spyro replied

“And do you remember him saying that you’re a descendant of Meisaka?” Cyra added

“Yeah...?” Spyro said, wishing she’d get to the point

“And do you remember who his mother was?” Cyra said getting more excited by the minute

“Uh...” Spyro replied, “No...” he added and Cyra then rolls her eyes.

“Zephra, Spyro!” Cyra replied, “Goddess Zephra!”

“Oh. Hey...you’re right! I remember him saying that!” Spyro replied and a thought then occurred to him, “Wait...If this is true does that make me a God too!?” Spyro yelled who was getting a little excited too

“Well, not exactly. Just because you’re a descendant doesn’t mean you’re gonna suddenly turn into a God. I mean, I only became a Goddess because the original Goddess Cyra put an enchantment the soul that she passed down to Rekuma so that it would awaken at a certain time. Who knows when Zephra’s spirit will resurface if it will ever, that is...” Cyra replied

“Oh...” Spyro replied, “But why didn’t she put an enchantment on it like what the original Cyra did? I mean, it would have saved a heck of a lot of bother in fighting Raku!” Spyro added

“She probably didn’t know about Raku’s future return. Goddess Cyra, only just made the prediction after she’d been struck by Raku’s attack and then she placed the enchantment onto Rekuma’s soul just moments before she died. She didn’t have time to tell Zephra and because the other Gods had so much going on they didn’t have a any time to tell her either and before they did have a chance to tell her, she was slaughtered herself...” Cyra replied

“Oh. Right...” Spyro said, “So...what about this purification thing?” Spyro hinted as he realised that they were way off topic now

“Oh! Yes! The purification!” Cyra said as she came back to the reality of the situation, with the pool glowing a mystical blue, showering it’s light onto the marble walls “Well, discovering that light essence in you is certainly an asset because light essence has much higher vibrations than regular Ki. That’s why I was so reluctant to take energy from you because it uses up even more of your energy in trying to increase the vibrations up into light essence standards needed for the purification but because you have underlying light essence too, we don’t have to worry about that anymore.” Cyra explained

“Oh. Does that mean we both stand a chance in surviving this thing now?” Spyro asked

“Yes!” Cyra replied, “Well in theory anyway. As with anything there’s always a chance that things will not go to plan. This altar’s only been used twice in the past so...” Cyra added

“Huh! But Cyra, are you sure you know how to use this thing if it’s only been used it twice!?” Spyro asked, startled by her statement

“Of course I do. It’s more like intuition, an instinct that’s engraved in my mind.” Cyra replied, “Anyway, about the purification, all I need you to do is just to relax and sort of hold me like you did before.”

“Oh. You mean like this?” Spyro replied as her wrapped his arms around her.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Now during the purification, our energies are going to merge into one, I’m going to take the energy and distribute it over the living realm, and it’s gonna feel really, really weird...” Cyra replied, “And don’t worry about falling. Once two people touch in the vortex, they can’t let go unless the one driving the purification wants to separate the energies for so reason.” She added

“Ok. And don’t worry about me. It can’t get much weirder than dying and coming back to life again.” Spyro said

“That’s true...” Cyra said with a slight chuckle, “Anyway, you ready?” Cyra asked

“Yeah.” Spyro confirmed

“OK! Let’s go!” Cyra said, Ok! Everyone! We’re ready! Open the void! Cyra called in her mind through a direct telepathic link to the other gods and then, right on cue, rays of warm, blue light shot up from the pool around them like when they were on Zeikora’s seal. Then with the rays of light, droplets of water from the pool began to float upwards, rather like the stuff in a lava lamp. As the light and water from the pool began to float upwards, Spyro began to feel what felt like hundreds of ants crawling all over his body.
“Don’t worry, Spyro. What you’re feeling is just the high vibrations from the light essence. You’ll get used to it. I found it weird at first too” Cyra said as she noticed Spyro was a little unsure about the sensation

“Oh. But how couldn’t I feel this before when you and Rekuma healed me? You both put light essence into me then, didn’t you?” Spyro asked

“Nah. We converted the light essence into Ki before passing it over to you. It’s very important that we always balance the laws of energy. That’s of course before I read your aura thoroughly.” Cyra explained

“Oh. Right.” Spyro replied. As soon as Spyro spoke, he suddenly started to feel like the floor of the pool was slowly moving away from underneath him. As Spyro looked down, it was revealed that he and Cyra were actually suspended in mid-air a few inches over the pool, slowly rising up the beam of light.

“Relax, Spyro.” Cyra said, “Energy doesn’t flow as well when you’re all tense like that.” She added

“Uh...Right.” Spyro said, which was easier said than done when you’ve got hundreds of little static shocks travelling all over your body and you’ve got the feeling of vertigo going on but Spyro did as he was told, shook of the feelings and let himself loosen up slightly.

“If you think this is weird, wait ‘til you see what’s coming next.” Cyra said with a grin

“Huh? Just how weird exactly?” Spyro asked

“Wait and see...” Cyra replied, grinning at Spyro’s slightly worried expression. As Spyro and Cyra continued to rise upwards until they were about level with the stained-glass windows, Spyro just happened to look up when he saw that ceiling of the castle appeared to be disappearing before his very eyes.

“What the...!?” Spyro yelled

“That’s the gate to the vortex, Spyro. When the Gods open it and when we get beyond that point, you’re gonna get the ride of your life...” Cyra said

“Huh!?” Spyro replied, who was feeling a bit worried now.

“OK! OPEN THE GATE!” Cyra yelled to the other Gods

As soon as Cyra yelled and they continued to float upwards through the beam of light, Spyro then noticed four large beams of light come diagonally across the “Gate” and meet with the beam that Spyro and Cyra were in. Then with the five beams of light, what appeared to be a crack slowly slithered across the gate and when that happened the sky appeared to break into fragments and revealed what looked like a swirling vortex of stars.

“That’s it, Spyro! That’s the vortex I was telling you about!” Cyra said

“You mean, we’re gonna enter that thing!?” Spyro replied

“Uh-huh!” Cyra replied, “Spyro, please relax. I told you it’s hard to part with your energy when you’re tense like that.” Cyra added

It was then that Spyro realised that they were dangerously close to the vortex but doing as he was told; he took a deep breath and loosened up his body once more. Spyro and Cyra were now extremely close to the vortex, in fact Spyro was almost touching it with his horns. Spyro and Cyra’s bodies now began to vibrate with the energy intensifying like a rocket about to lift off into the unknown...

Chapter Nineteen: The purification

As the energy intensified even further, Spyro and Cyra’s bodies began to vibrate so violently that they felt like they were going suddenly blast off like a rocket on steroids through the vortex. Then after wait for what seemed like an eternity, the time finally came.

“Ok! Here we go...!” Cyra yelled and as soon as she did so, Spyro and Cyra then felt like they were getting dragged inside the vortex by some invisible force. Spyro and Cyra were then propelled at such a high speed through the vortex that it caught Spyro completely by surprise and the feeling of vertigo increased so much in such a short period of time, that he felt that he left his stomach back in Alafrenor. Going through the vortex like that was one of the weirdest and by far scariest things he had ever done and the stars swirling and zooming past him like that, was beginning to make him a bit light headed and sick. Then all of a sudden the vortex and vertigo stopped all together and when Spyro looked properly, he saw that he was suspended in mid air in this black void, showered with stars and below him he could see humongous sphere that was at least a thousand miles in diameter.

“What?” Spyro said questioning what he saw around him, “Is that...?”

“Yes, Spyro. That is the Dragon Worlds down below. You see, they’re all a part of one large planet that Zeikora rescued from certain destruction.” Cyra explained

“Wow...” Spyro said thinking about what he could see below him, “I...never really thought about the Dragon Worlds being...like this before...but Cyra, if we’re where you say we are how come we’re even breathing? I mean, there’s no air is space. Right?” Spyro asked

“Well, to be honest, we’re not really in space at all. We’re still in Alafrenor.” Cyra said. Cyra then noticed Spyro’s confused expression, “What we actually did just now was sort of a large-scale astral projection meaning our souls left our physical bodies behind. That’s why you were feeling that...vertigo feeling before entering the vortex.” Cyra explained

“Oh. So you mean only our souls entered vortex and our bodies are actually still standing at the altar?” Spyro asked

“Yes. See for yourself. That’s Alafrenor there right below you.” Cyra replied and as Spyro look directly below his body; he could see the beam of light that he and Cyra were in. When Spyro peered down at the bottom of the beam, he could just make out himself and Cyra still standing at the altar.

“Ok...this is just too weird...” Spyro said not really sure what to make of what he just saw

“And Spyro, you might want to look at your form.” Cyra said

“Huh?” Spyro questioned her. Spyro then looked down at himself and notice that, covering his limbs and body, were elegant, silver markings etched onto his purple scales along with a white aura like Cyra’s emitting from his body, “Wait...Am I...a God!?” Spyro asked looking at his new form in awe

“Well, not exactly. The vortex only allows light essence to pass on through so what you are seeing is the form you would take if the light essence would surface like what happened to me.” Cyra explained

“I see. But what happened to the rest of my soul then?” Spyro asked

“It’s been withheld at the entrance. Look again halfway down the beam.” Cyra replied. Spyro then looked again and he could just make out a semi-transparent purple mass, “Anyway, Spyro. Time is pressing and we need to set things straight down in the living realm.” Cyra added

“Right. So how are we gonna do this?” Spyro asked

“I need you...just to close your eyes and relax...” Cyra replied, “You will be able to see what’s going on through your mind’s eye as our souls are now merged...” she added. Spyro then did what he was told and closed his eyes. As Cyra concentrated, she and Spyro’s auras began to intensify, growing brighter and larger in size. Two bright, white beams of energy then shot down from Spyro and Cyra towards the Dragon Realms and as they reached closer and closer, they began to twist around each other into one beam. Then when the beam hit the Dragon Worlds a brilliant light then lit up the void of darkness for miles around and a wave of light could be seen creeping along the surface of the planet.

Meanwhile, down in the Dragon Realms, there were still some groups of Shadow Dragons and Dragons of the Dragon Kingdom still fighting amongst each other. Most of the fight had now stopped however, as most of the Shadow Dragons were now almost like lost sheep without their master to command them and the survivors of the war were now assessing the damage done.

“So...what do we do now?” Asked an artisan

“Well for now I suggest we scout around a bit for survivors and still be on guard for Shadow Dragons while we’re at it.” Nestor who was sitting on the marble seal that Spyro and Cyra travelled to Alafrenor in.

“Right, and what about Spyro and Cyra? They just vanished in that marble thing you’re sitting on. They’re not dead are they?” he asked

“No, no...They’re alive alright. This here is Zeikora’s Seal.” Nestor answered

“Wow, wow...Zeikora’s Seal! The gate to Alafrenor!?” he said in disbelief

“Yes. Spyro and Cyra are now in the Dragon heaven, Alafrenor but doing what, I do not know...” Nestor replied

“Wait...What’s that!?” cried a Peace Maker from up front. As many Dragons turned to look in the direction he was looking in, they could just make out a wave of light coming in at high speed along the horizon.

“It can’t be a tidal wave! We’re too far from the sea for that, aren’t we!?” a beast maker yelled, who was a bit startled by what he saw

“Oh! Crap! We’re doomed again!” cried an artisan

“No! Wait!” Nestor yelled above the racket, “That is not a tidal wave...!” he added

“Well, what is it then!?” demanded a Peace Keeper, “I’d kinda like to know what we’re up against!”

“It’s light essence!” Nestor replied

“Light essence?” questioned a magic crafter from behind; it was Cosmos, “Oh. Yes, I can sense it now as well!” he added

“Hey, that kinda looks like that cool glowy stuff that Cyra had, mind?” Trondo spoke up

“Actually, judging from the energy readings, that is Cyra’s energy but she is accompanied with someone else but whom, I cannot figure out.” Cosmos said

“Well, who else went to Alafrenor with Cyra?” Nestor asked, “Spyro did.” He added

“Oh yes. So he did. But the energy reading is too different to be Spyro’s. It almost feels like another god.” Cosmos replied

“Well, aren’t you forgetting who Spyro is a descendant of?” Nestor hinted

“Zephra...!” Cosmos gasped and it then hit him, “So then that is Spyro’s energy! Spyro and Cyra are doing some massive scale healing ritual!? If that’s the case then what I’d like to know is how they can do so much at once. I mean even a powerful god can’t do this much, apart from Zeikora that is.” Cosmos added

“I’m not sure...” Nestor replied, “But I suppose they have ways of which we have do not know about.”

“Wait a mo! So that’s Spyro and Cyra who’s doing that!?” said another artisan overhearing the conversation

“Yes, it’d appear so.” Nestor replied

“Sweet! I always knew Spyro was an alright guy!” he said

The wall of energy was now only about a mile away from where they were standing.

“Aaaaaaah...! We’re gonna get hit!” cried someone from behind

“Just stand your ground and do not move!” yelled Nestor, “The energy will not harm you! It’s is a form of a healing ritual, preformed by Spyro and Cyra!” Nestor explained

“Wait...what? Spyro and Cyra are doing that!?” he replied

“Yes, now brace yourselves!” Nestor yelled and as he did so the wall of energy swept over the whole valley and the Dragons there felt like a huge wall of warm wind blew down the valley. When the wind died down and they looked on they saw the white energy, like a mystical fog around them and then the Shadow Dragons around them began choke and gag on the energy as though it was toxic to them and one by one, they slowly died and disintegrated to nothingness as though they never existed.

“The Shadow Dragons, they’re killing the Shadow Dragons!” Cried a female Magic Crafter

“Hah! Yeah! Right on!” cheered an artisan Dragon, “Spyro, Cyra! You two rock!” he added

The rest of the Dragons then began cheering as the Shadow Dragon continued dying one by one but one female Dragon lay next to a male Beast Maker who had died during the war.

“Cheer all you want...” she spoke up, with her tear stricken face, “That still won’t bring back the dead...” she sobbed. The other Dragons’ smiles then broadened and sadness hummed though the survivors

“Aw, Shika...I know you’re still upset his death...” said a male Magic Crafter, “But sometimes these things happen...” he added, trying to sooth her. A tear then trickled down the Dragonesses snout and splashed onto the dead male’s body. It was then that he suddenly withdrew a deep shuddering breath as he opened his eyes.


“Wh-what...?” the Dragoness gasped hardly believing her eyes, “Raldar...?” she stammered

“Shika...?” he replied a little confused as he stroked her cheek. As she looked at her lover she then burst into tears and fell into his arms

“Oh...Ralgar...” she sobbed, “I thought I’d never see you again...” she cried

“Hush now...It’s ok. I’m here...” he replied hushing his loved one.

The miracles didn’t stop there, one by one. Many of the less fortunate Dragons of the Dragon Kingdom who lost their lives in the hands of the Shadow Dragons arose, breathing in the breath of life created by Spyro and Cyra’s purification.

Meanwhile, back in the black, starry void where Spyro and Cyra were performing the purification, they were still feeding energy into the beam of energy. Spyro and Cyra were now beginning to tire and could feel their energy depleting every second.

“Ok. Spyro, we’re nearly done here. We still have one more place to purify and that’s Raku’s fortress it’s self. If we can purify that area then maybe we can release some of the lost souls that were succumbed to darkness.” Cyra said

“Right.”Spyro replied and as soon as Spyro said that, a vision then crept into his mind. Spyro saw a picture of a navy-blue, male Artisan Dragon with a deep wound in his stomach surrounded by the mystical white fog that he and Cyra created, “Gavin...” Spyro said quietly and his eyes widened when he saw the wounds he received close up and his lifeless body spring back into life as he took a deep, shuddering breath. This made Spyro’s day, seeing his mentor alive and well again. It didn’t stop there however. Spyro kept on seeing visions in his mind of Dragons who’d lost their lives spring back to life again with the look of confusion, awe and disbelief in the faces. Spyro kept getting these visions until they eventually stopped when each and everyone who had lost their lives in the war were brought back to life. There were now visions of families and friends being reunited with their loved ones, which give a sense of happiness and relief.

“Ok. Spyro. We’re finished here.” Cyra said who sounded understandingly weak from the energy that she and Spyro had spent; “Now we just have one more place to visit...” Cyra said

“Right...ok...” Spyro said who just now realised just how much energy they had spent.

Tired and exhausted, Spyro and Cyra continued to force energy into their beam, driving the wave of energy across the planet to a point of darkness. In Spyro’s mind, he began to see flashes of what looked like an evil looking castle in the distance, which appeared to come closer with each flash. As the wave of energy reached the fortress, Spyro saw just how massive the fort was. It was bigger than any other castle he had ever seen. The evil, dark castle with crumbling, damp walls, riddled with instruments of torture which he daren’t imagine what they were used for gave Spyro a chill just looking at the place of evil. The sky itself had a vortex of dark energy. All this however, was about to change. As the wave of energy hit the fort, the light shrouded the whole area and the darkness began to disintegrate away to nothingness. As Spyro and Cyra, who were now very weak from using up more than half of their energy combined, continued to purify the area, Spyro saw what appeared to be hundreds of spirit rising out of the fort and out into the surroundings.

“Wait...what’s happening...?” Spyro asked whilst feeling the energy draining even more

“These are the lost souls that were consumed by the evil energy in this place. Now that the evil energy is lifting, the spirits can leave and go where they are destined to go and rest in peace.” Cyra replied

“Ah. Ok” Spyro said, “Hey, maybe your parents are down there somewhere.” Spyro hinted

“What?” Cyra questioned

“Your real parents, didn’t they get killed by Raku in that place?” Spyro asked

“Why...yes, they did!” Cyra replied as she felt a glimmer of hope

“Ok, Spyro! Are you ready for the Grande finale?” Cyra asked

“Yeah! Let’s tear this place down!” Spyro yelled

Spyro and Cyra then let go of the beam and then focussed their energy. When they began to build up the energy they had left, their auras began to burn even brighter than ever before and then it was time, time to put things straight once and for all.

“OK IT’S NOW OR NEVER!!” Cyra yelled as she psyched herself up for the biggest challenge in her life to date, “WHOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...!!!!!” Spyro and Cyra yelled as they fired a beam, three times as thick as the first one straight at Raku’s fortress and when the beam finally disappeared, the fortress was nowhere to be seen. As Cyra assessed the Dragon Realms below them, she was finally satisfied.

“Th-that’s it...” Cyra breathed, “I-it’s...finally over...” she added as she and Spyro began to fall back down into the blue light beam, shining from the altar and passed out with sheer exhaustion. They knew no more.

A picture emerged out of the darkness as she came around. At first all she could see was a purple blob, which slowly turned into Spyro with a look of relief as her eyes focussed with each blink.

“Spyro...?” Cyra spoke up with her voice sounding a little hoarse, “Where am I?” she asked and when she looked around, she found herself in a large bed with Spyro by her side, who was now back to his normal form in one of the Alafrenorian castles

“Hey...” Spyro said, “You’re back in Alafrenor. I really thought, you weren’t gonna make it, you know...” he added

“Aw. Come on Spyro. Surely you had a little more faith than that?” said Rekuma from behind him, with a slight chuckle

“Heh...yeah, but if you’d seen her up there you wouldn’t think that...” Spyro replied he said with a laugh

“Oh. And Cyra, there’s someone we’d like you to meet...” Electrador spoke up. As soon as he said that, two extra shadows then befell upon Cyra and when Cyra looked up, she saw what appeared to be two quadruped Dragons: one female who had light blue scales, red crest, and yellow wings with light-blue membrane also sporting light-blue eyes much like Cyra’s and a male with brown scales and curved horns and brown wings with red membranes. As Cyra looked up at the two dragons, who were both beaming down at her, with the female almost in tears, a thought then occurred to her...

“M-mum...” Cyra stuttered, and the female nodded, “D-dad...” Cyra added who now had tears forming in her eyes and he too nodded. As Cyra just realised how much she had wanted to meet her parents, her emotion just came pouring out as she fell into her mother’s arms.

“Oh! Mum..! Dad...!” Cyra sobbed, with tears flooding down her cheek

“Oh! Hush...hush...its ok...it’s ok...we’re here...” soothed Cyra’s mother, who had tears trickling down her cheeks as she stroked her daughters head.

“You know, with being a powerful goddess and all, it’s easy to forget that she’s still just a kid...” said Terranna who too, was almost in tears as she, Spyro and the other Dragons watched the happy/sad scene which was filled with a mixture of happiness, relief and tears as Cyra was finally reunited with the parents she never got a chance to meet. As Cyra came out of her mother’s hug, a though occurred to her.

“Wait...what about Spyro? If he has all that light essence inside him, doesn’t that mean he can stay in Alafrenor too?” Cyra asked but when she asked that, the Dragon Gods’ smiles broadened

“I’m afraid not...” Rekuma started, “As I discussed with Spyro, I’m afraid that because the light essence has not awoken or surfaced, he still relies on Ki energy and having Ki inside Alafrenor for long periods of time, as you know, can upset the balance of energy.” He added sadly

“Oh...” Cyra replied, “You mean, Spyro has to leave...?” Cyra said with a hint of sadness

“Yes...I’m afraid so...” Rekuma replied. Hearing those words were probably the hardest to take. Even after they had been through all that together, they still can’t live a normal life together. It just didn’t seem fair.

“Cyra...don’t worry about it...ok?” Spyro said, who came over to her
“But Spyro...it’s not fair...” Cyra said as she began to sob, “I love you...” she added as tears trickled down her cheeks

“Come here...” Spyro said as he wrapped his arms around her, “I love you too...” he added as he stroked her head. As Cyra sobbed over Spyro’s shoulder at the thought of never being able to see him again, Cyra’s parents looked at each other and he nodded.

“Cyra...” Her mother started, “You know, if you really want to you can leave with Spyro back to the Dragon Realms. If that’s what you really want that is.” She added

“I-I can...?” Cyra replied with a hiccough as she raised her head off Spyro's shoulder, “But what about you...?” she asked

“Oh... don’t worry about us...” Her father replied, “We just want you to be happy, ok? And besides, we’ll still see each other in the future at some point, I’m sure.” He added

“Yeah, that’s true...” Cyra replied, who had ceased crying and gave a half-smile, as she give it more though, she knew where her heart lies and the memories that played in her mind confirmed it “I’m sorry...but I just can’t live without him. I love him...” She stated

“It’s ok, honey...” Her father said as he hugged her, “We understand...” he added, whilst he and his wife hugged their only daughter. Cyra then came out of the hug jumped down from her bed with Spyro, who just realised how weak she still was from the purification.

“Cyra...” Spyro started, “Are you sure about this...? I mean, you don’t have to do all of this for me...” Spyro asked

“Spyro, I’ve never been so sure...” Cyra replied, “I love you, I need you and you’ve done so much for me all ready... and Dad’s right, we’ll be able to see our parents in the future when we come to pass anyway, so...” Cyra added and as Spyro looked into her light blue eyes, he could see the pure honesty and he smiled

“Yeah, you’re right...C’mere...” Spyro said as he came close to her and wrapped his arms around her, “I love you...” Spyro added

“I love you too...” Cyra replied and they then bent towards each other and shared a kiss

“Welcome to the family...” Cyra’s father, whispered to Sarek, who laughed. Spyro and Cyra however, overheard that remark and both grinned and blushed madly.

“Hey, wait. It is possible for me to live in the Dragon Realms with Spyro to begin with, isn’t it?” Cyra asked

“Yes, it’s possible but I’m afraid you cannot live there in your current state so I will reseal your light essence back into the coat of Ki energy as you had before you transformed. That means you will have to be converted back into your original form.” Rekuma explained

“That’s ok. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Cyra stated and she and Spyro shared a smile

“Very well, be seated.” Rekuma said, then doing as she was told, Cyra sat down in front of Rekuma and he raised his paw over Cyra’s head and she then felt the tingling of the light essence slowly lift away from her body until the sensation stopped all together, “It is done. You’re light essence is resealed like Spyro’s and you can now depart from Alafrenor whenever you are ready.” Rekuma confirmed

“Thank you.” Cyra replied and when she looked at herself, she noticed that her white aura or crimson-red markings were no longer there. She wasn’t Goddess anymore but now she can have the life she has craved, she couldn’t have been any happier, “Thank you so much...” Cyra said once again.

It was then that Rekuma noticed the deep gratitude in Cyra’s eyes as he looked at her and he replied with a nod and a smile.

After a long, tiring and eventful day, Spyro and Cyra were finally ready to set off back home, where they belong. After bidding their farewells, with hugs and tears included, Spyro and Cyra then stepped onto the seal and they waved back at their parents.

“Bye Mum, bye Dad!” Cyra yelled back as the rays of light began shoot up and wrap around them like before.

“Take care!” screamed Spyro’s mother and then when the light intensified their voices could no long be heard. Spyro and Cyra then sat down together with the shimmering sound of the mystical light around them.

“You ok?” Spyro asked as he held her paw

“Yeah...” Cyra replied, “I’m just glad it’s all finally over...” she added

“Yeah...me too.” Spyro replied with a chuckle

Spyro and Cyra both cuddled into each other. They knew that they were going home, where they belonged and most of all, now they can rebuild their lives together in peace now that the threat that is Raku has been lifted for good.

Chapter Twenty: long lost memories

Spyro and Cyra had a very eventful day indeed. After so many ups and downs, they had wondered at times if they would ever be able to live a normal life together and now they were certain that they will and they now had a sense of happiness, relief and a sense of pride to go with what they had achieved. After about five minutes or so of the mystical light of Zeikora’s seal shimmering around them, Spyro and Cyra then started to hear what sounded like distant voices, cheering and the same well organised racket as before.

“Spyro, listen!” Cyra said as she heard the voices, “We’re almost there!” Cyra added and sure enough, after Cyra said that, the voices and cheering, along with very off-key singing, came louder and clearer with each passing second. Then when the voices were now as clear crystal, the light then began to separate and unwrap itself into rays of light, which was then absorbed back into the runes etched on the marble surface. They were back. As soon as the light disappeared, they were amongst a large crowd of Dragons, who had been awaiting their return.

“Spyro! Cyra!” yelled an Artisan Dragon from behind them, “You two were awesome up there!” he added

“Huh? You mean you knew it was us?” Cyra asked

“Yeah! Who else could it be...hey, Cyra...?” started Trondo

“Yeah?” Cyra replied

“What happened to your nifty goddess form with the cool, glowy stuff?” Trondo asked

“I had my reasons...” Cyra replied and she and Spyro shared a smile

“Oh-hoh...right...well, me an’ the boys are havin’ a party back home. Wanna come along?” Trondo asked. Spyro and Cyra then looked at each other

“Nah...” Spyro and Cyra said

“Sorry, but we just want to get home...” Cyra said

“Yeah, it’s been one heck of day as it is.” Spyro said

“Yeah. S’ppose... Well, visit anytime ya like!” Trondo said as he took flight

“Ok! See ya!” Spyro yelled after him and Trondo disappeared into the south. Then after that, many other dragons began bidding farewells to their friends and fly off back to their homes “That Trondo’s a nice dude, a bit crazy though...”Spyro said with a chuckle

“Yeah...and a half!” Cyra laughed. It was then that, Spyro and Cyra noticed that most of the Artisan Dragons were beginning to leave the valley.

“So...wanna go home?” Spyro asked

“Yeah, lets” Cyra replied and Spyro then rested his wing across her back and they followed the rest of the Dragons home.

When Spyro and Cyra finally reached the Artisan home worlds, a Dragon green in colour came running up to them, it was Nestor, who looked relieved to see them again.

“Spyro! Cyra!” he exclaimed as he ran up the stony path, “Thank goodness...” Nestor sighed, “First of all, may I commend you on a battle well fought.” He added

“Oh...uh...thanks” Spyro replied

“And also may I, on behalf of all of the Dragons in the Dragon Kingdom commend you for an act of pure bravery and pure honour...” Nestor added, “You have rebuild lost lives, given hope to those who have naught and have finally given the lost souls a chance to rest in peace after being consumed in an eternity of darkness...you have our deepest gratitude...” Nestor finished off

“Oh. Wow...um thank you...” Cyra replied feeling a little...humble by Nestor’s remark

“Yeah...you two did an alright job.” Said a voice from behind Nestor, which turned to belong to Gavin

“Gavin!” Spyro said as he saw his mentor that had been struck dead in the war earlier. Seeing this, Spyro then ran towards him and leapt into his arms and hugged him, “Gavin, I thought I’d never see you again...” Spyro said as he hugged his mentor. Cyra and Nestor looked on and smiled as Spyro was reunited with his mentor, who then placed Spyro back down and then rubbed his head.

“Oh. And Spyro there’s something that I’d like you to see...” Nestor spoke up and as he gestured Spyro along, Spyro followed Nestor along with Cyra through the portal into Stone Hill. When they arrived in Stone hill, Spyro and Cyra followed Nestor into the grassy field with the small tower and followed a small pathway just off it to a small, door and windows carved into the wall.

“Wait...this is...” Spyro started

“Your old home...” Nestor started, “Your parents wanted to hand it down to you when the threat had been ridded of and now that it has been done, it is now yours for as long as you want on behalf your parents and everyone else you have helped today.” Nestor added

“Thank you...” Spyro replied. Thoughts and memories of this place then began to come back in flashes and it was just now that Spyro realised just how much this meant to him, “Thank you so much...” Spyro said with a hint of sadness in his voice as his emotion began to show.

Nestor then nodded and smiled, he then decided to leave to give Spyro and Cyra some space as they took in their surroundings. Spyro then walked forward and slowly creaked open the door. Spyro then gasped as he saw the same hallway where the death of his mother took place. Spyro then walked slowly down the hallway, caked in dust as memories of his childhood here came back in flashes. Cyra followed Spyro in but decided to let Spyro have some time to himself as he wondered into a room to the right of the hallway and Cyra wandered into a room opposite, which appeared to be the master bedroom where Spyro’s parents once slept. As Cyra walked into the room, she her something crack under foot. When she looked properly, she noticed an old frame covered in dust. Cyra then promptly picked it up and wipes the dust off and she saw that it was an old photo of some Dragons but wait...what was this? As Cyra looked properly in the dim light, she then noticed that two of the adult Dragons were Spyro’s parents and the other two...looked like her own and underneath...were two small, baby Dragons only about a day old; one purple (presumably Spyro) and one a nice, royal blue colour. Then it hit her, this was a picture of Spyro and Cyra’s family. A happy tear then formed in Cyra’s eye as she discovered this old frame and she immediately went to find Spyro.

When Cyra walked down the corridor, she then found Spyro sitting deep in thought on the edge of what appeared to be a small mattress

“Spyro?” Cyra said as she rested her paw on his left shoulder, “Are you ok?” she asked as she sat down beside him

“What?” Spyro asked as he looked up and came out of his train of thought, “Yeah...it’s just...a lot to take in, you know...” Spyro replied. Cyra then rested her arm across Spyro’s back.

“Oh...And Spyro, look what I found...” Cyra said as she showed Spyro the picture she found. When Spyro looked at the picture properly, his eyes widened as he realised what it entailed

“Wait a minutes...Th-that’s us!?” Spyro stuttered, “This must have been before Raku returned...” Spyro said quietly a little lost for words, “Wow...to think we’ve all ready met before...” he added and then a tear tricked down Spyro’s cheek...

“Sorry...I’m just...” Spyro said as he wiped his cheek

“It’s ok...” Cyra said quietly as she hugged Spyro and kiss his cheek, “It’s ok...” she said once again. The two Dragons then hugged each other, the threat that was Raku was now finally over and now they could rebuild their lives together and live in peace. That’s all they ever really wanted.

The End

Or is it !