"Oi! Spyro! Get your lazy arse over here!"
Spyro had been stroking his clay model of Cynder when he heard Ignitus calling him. Sighing, he stuffed the clay model under his pillow and rushed over to Ignitus.
"What is it, Ignitus?"
"This came in the mail. It's addressed to you." he said, handing Spyro an envelope. He took the envelope, peered at it and slashed it open with a claw. There was a message inside! What a surprise! He read it aloud.
"Go into the ominous woods."
Spyro glanced behind him, noticing for the first time a forest with large, dark, ominous, enticing tall trees. He stared at it, his eyes growing bigger every second.
"Well," said Ignitus, breaking Spyro from his trance, "you should go. Oh, and take these three with you," he said, motioning to Cynder, Ember and Flame, who had appeared out of nowhere. "Just for the heck of it. Now, begone!"
And with that, he pushed Spyro and his friends out the door.


"Why are we even here?" asked Cynder in her smooth, mysterious, deep voice. "There's nothing."
"Shh," said Spyro, placing a paw over Cynder's mouth. "It's... destiny." They gazed into each others eyes for many long moments. Suddenly, a vortex opened up! The quartet gasped dramatically as the vortex spit out four figures. Then, as quickly as it has appeared, the vortex was gone. Spyro approached the alien figures and gasped. They were dragons! He padded closer and gasped again. They looked just like him, Cynder, Ember and Flame, only the colors were opposites!
One of the figures stirred. Then, all four sat up in unison.
"Yo, dawg, I'm Oryps." said the one who looked just like him. "These are my peeps: Rebme, Emalf, and my girlfriend, Rednyc." Oryps and Rednyc both opened their mouths, and their tongues intertwined. Cynder giggled.
"But what are you doing here?" asked Spyro. Oryps stopped making out with Rednyc and fixed Spyro with a cold, hard stare.
"Some of my former peeps back home went and hijacked my rig. Then they sent me and my homies through that vortex. We need you to help us."
Spyro considered this for half a nanosecond before saying, "Sure! We'll help!"
"But Spyro," said Flame, "We don't even know these people!"
Everyone glanced at Flame before turning their attention back to Oryps. This sent Flame into uncontrollable sobs until he finally stabbed himself. Ember quickly kissed her love which, somehow, revived him.
"Well, I guess I'd better get going!" said Spyro.
"You've GOT to be kidding me." said Cynder, folding her arms and looking away. Spyro covered his mouth and snickered. Then, he actually thought about their situation. He turned to Oryps.
"How will we get there?"
"Yo, man, you know that vortex? Well, we've gotta open it up again so you can go deliver a can of whooped arse. But we don't know how to get it open, dawg."
The group sat down and started to think of a solution to their unfortunate predicament. Suddenly, Cynder jumped up.
"That's right! I forgot to tell you that while Malefor was controlling me, he gave me THIS." There, in her beautifully carved hand, was a sparkling gem. "This allows me to control every power imaginable, and I think I can use it to open the vortex!"
"Golly, Cynder, you're amazing." said Spyro.
Cynder squeezed the gem, but it was sharp! A tiny drop of blood fell out. Spyro licked the wound clean.
"Thank you, Spyro." said Cynder, and she tried again. This time she held the gem and thought really, really hard. Then, the vortex appeared!
"Quick! Into the vortex!" said Spyro, even though everyone else had already flew into it. He shrugged and followed them.

The vortex spit them out, and Spyro JUST HAPPENED to land on top of Cynder. He got up and apologized, although both were blushing. Spyro looked around. They were in a deserted wasteland. If there were more green, Spyro thought, it would look like home.
Oryps pointed directly above them, at a floating island. "You see that rock? Yeah, well, that's Rofelam's crib, and we need to stop him."
"However will we get to it?" asked Spyro.
Oyrps pointed at the air in front of him, and a map appeared. "This is the map." he said as he rolled it out so they could all see. It showed a poorly drawn picture of Spyro, Cynder, Flame, Ember, Oryps, Rednyc, Rebme, and Emalf. There was a dotted line that began above the group's heads and ended at the floating island. The line went straight up.
"Right." said Oryps, folding the map. "We go up."
The group took off and flew straight up. They landed on the floating island, where refreshing green grass was growing, as if they had set foot upon some floating meadow. Of course, the meadow paled next to Cynder's beauty, but it was still glorious.
"We are about to confront Rofelam. Put these on." said Oryps, handing each dragon a pair of sunglasses. "You'll be doing all the work, but still."
The octad entered the gate separating them from Rofelam's lair. They entered it in a line formation. Spyro was in the middle, flanked by Cynder and Oryps. Dramatic music began to play.
"Turn off your iPod, Flame!" said Ember.
"Sorry."
They were walking down a long, spooky hallway. Spyro accidentally stepped on Cynder's paw, and they blushed for, like, the third time.
Finally, they reached the end of the hall. Spyro opened the door and the group stepped into a large room. There, sitting upon his throne, was Rofelam.
"Ah, so you have decided to join me. And I see you have brought... friends." he said, noticing Spyro. "Well then, the only reason you could of possibly come here is to defeat me in some epic battle, correct? I mean, NO one ever wants to sit down and have a cup of tea with the bad guy." He sighed and then heaved himself up. "Right, then.." he cleared his throat and continued in a deep, booming voice, "Prepare to die, purple menace!" Rofelam was about to attack Spyro when he caught sight of Cynder. The sheer power of her beauty overwhelmed him, and he melted.

Spyro and his posse were given awards, even though none of them did anything. Only Cynder deserved the award, because she is awesome.
Oryps had decided to throw a party in their honor, but Spyro and Cynder were taking a break. They were sitting on the deck, watching the night sky. Spyro turned to Cynder.
"Cynder... I should have told you this from the moment the producers decided to give me a new love interest."
Cynder looked into Spyro's eyes. "Yes, Spyro?"
"Cynder... I love you."
"I love you too, Spyro."
And with that they shared a passionate kiss that lasted several hours. Eventually they broke away for air. Spyro gazed at Cynder lovingly, then frowned. His scales turned jet black, and his eyes turned pure white.
"WHAT?! NO TONGUE?!"
Cynder cowered in fright at the sight of the might of DarkSpyro. "B-but Spyro, my love, my life, my Edward-"
She was cut off, for DarkSpyro had ripped Cynder's dark chest open darkly with his amazingly dark DarkSpyro powers. His scales began to turn purple again, and his eyes became normal. All the anger faded away and was replaced by sadness.
"Oh no... what have I done?" Spyro stared at Cynder's dead body in horror, then spread his wings and flew off to some isolated hill far, far away. He climbed to the top of the hill and stared at the moon, which was, of course, full. Half moons are boring.
A large, cold tear trickled down Spyro's face. He seemed to see Cynder in the stars. She was speaking to him.
"Spyro, my love, my life, my Edward..."
Spyro's head began to fill with suicidal thoughts. Should he jump off the hill? Should he stab himself? Should he convert to emoism for three months and then drown himself in the middle of his angst? He was about to go for option three when he heard a voice behind him.
"Spyro... it's okay, Spyro."
He turned around to see his beautiful Cynder standing there, unharmed.
"B-but, how, but-"
"Isn't it obvious, my love?" asked Cynder as she leaned into him. "I can never die, or else my fanbase will lose all their sanity and wreak havoc."
"Cynder, my sweet." said Spyro holding her. "I do not care what your fanbase does, as long as you are okay." Then they shared yet another passionate kiss. Meanwhile, at Oryps' house, Ember and Flame had a sudden urge to make out with each other.

THE END