The large yellow sun was slowly beginning to lower towards the horizon, signaling the end of yet another day as the sky was tinted a beautiful shade of orange, and the changing light made the great walls of Warfang appear nearly golden.
As Spyro gazed at the sight from his perch on top of a tower, he idly thought about the past. Six months. Six whole months since we beat Malefor. Since we began rebuilding Warfang. And since… since I realized I love Cynder. There was always something in the way: apes, Malefor, rebuilding. But now that's all done. Maybe now, I might finally be able to tell her. Then, with a final parting glance at the setting sun, he jumped off the tower and glided down to the cobblestone pathways of Warfang.
He quietly landed, and began wandering through the streets aimlessly, until he found himself in the Market Square, though he had noticed it was more of a large circle than a square.
He was more than a little reluctant to enter the crowded square, as he wasn't