10 Years Later...

Ten years after Spyro and Cynder finally destroyed Malefor, the Dragon Realms had changed a lot.
Castles were repaired, houses were built, and the linage of the Dragon Kings had begun, once again.
The land was now filled with life, in the skies, numerous dragons flew, and in the seas, the aquatic dragons had also prospered.
And where once Malefors Fortress stood, now there was an enormous white castle, the City of Kings.
In that City, lived Draco, the King, with his Queen, Static, and their son: Arthur. They were the rulers of the Dragon Realms, and unlike Malefor, they were kind, and there was no crime, or wars, because of the Sacrifice made by Spyro, to save the Universe.
In the Last Battle between Spyro and Malefor, Spyro sent Cynder, Draco, Static and Frozar to the Temple, because he didn’t want them to get hurt. They went, after the battle begun. Spyro used his strength to teleport his family to safety and that left him weak, but not unable to fight. He and Malefor fought for what seemed an eternity, and in the end, Malefor tried to destroy everything, but Spyro was able to stop him, but by doing so, Spyro was killed.
For many years, Cynder tried to find Spyro, but it was of no use. He was gone.
Cynder cried, and cried, and cried. She cried for what looked like 100 years, but it was only 5.
And now, the Realms were at peace, but the King was not, because he had lost his brother, and thus, he lost the bond he once shared with Spyro. It was painful, and it was only thanks to Static that he didn’t lose his sanity.

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It was 3:00 am. Cynder was in her bed, but she couldn’t sleep. She was thinking of Spyro, and of what she had done with him. She had a daughter, also a Purple Dragon. She was called Selain, and she was a lot like Spyro.
Suddenly, Cynder heard a noise. “What was that?” she thought “It must had been the wind”
But then, she heard it again. It seemed like someone was knocking at the door. Cynder got up, and she went to the door, to se who it was. When she got to the door, she felt something she hadn’t felt in ten years: she felt the mental bond between herself and Spyro “It can’t be! Spyro’s dead!” she thought.
She opened the door, and there was a dragon standing in front of her. She couldn’t see who it was, so she asked:
“Who are you?”
“Cynder?” asked the dragon. His voice was just like Spyro’s.
“Spyro? Is that you?” she asked, begging him to say yes.
“Cynder!!!” the dragon yelled, hugging Cynder.
“Oh Spyro! I thought you were dead!” she said, with tears flowing down her face.
“There, there, my sweet. I’m alive, and no, this isn’t a dream” he said, reading her thoughts.
“Spyro, come in! Please! I mean, in a way, this is your house!” she said, bringing Spyro in.
“Yeah, I guess it is!” he said, looking around the room. The lobby was a part of the living room. There were three sofas, a table, a fire place, and the walls were covered with statues, banners, and an item that Spyro recognized as soon as he saw it: his Sword, Purple Fury.
Spyro sat down, and said: “It’s good to be home, Cynder. It’s good to be home”
Cynder sat at his side, and said: “I missed you so much. I thought you were dead, but you’re here!”
“I’ll tell you what happened later; now, all I want is to sleep”   
“Ok, lets go to bed, then” she said getting up.
Spyro followed Cynder into the bedchamber, but before, he went to Selains room. He looked at his child, and said, as Cynder hugged him: “She’s beautiful”
“She’s like her father” she said, kissing Spyro.
“She’s like her mother too” he said, kissing her back.
They went back to the bedchamber; they got in the bed, and fell asleep, in each others arms.

To be continued…