Spyro and Cynder are set on a quest to the core of the earth to stop the awaking of Malefor's spirit. On the way they run into troubles and one that is a little odd...:s Their're journey is adventurous, dangerous and funny! But some sad memories come with that...
PART ONE
The sun rose slowly over the eastern hills, casting large shadows over the marshy swamp. A chilled breeze whistled as it weaved its way through the thick mushroom forest. Not many noises were to be heard at the early hours of the day, except the happy birds' melodies.
Spyro stretched out his muscular arms giving out a long yawn. It seemed he had been sleeping forever. His dreams seemed to drag on about the past-Like last night. He had gotten over Ignitus's death a bit but still wished he could be here with him. Spyro staggered out to the balcony his vision clearing up along the way. The scent of pollen and fresh air over-whelmed his nostrils. He scanned the swamp. He loved his home, he couldn't ask for a better one. 'What adventures lay ahead of us today?' He thought. There was no way of telling.
The Silver Lake glittered in the bright sunlight, as it started to climb higher into the wide sky. The beautiful landscape was mesmorising. Spyro stared at it with out blinking, afraid he may miss something. (Which was unlikely)
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