Spyro yawned as the first rays or morning sun slowly began to pull open his eyes. The purple and gold dragon stretched slowly so as not to wake the lovely black and red dragon female beside him. Smiling down at her still snoozing form. Spyro took a moment to look out over the unusual landscape.
It had been several months since Malifor had been defeated and Spyro still couldn't get over how the land had changed. With the planet nearly having been distroyed, it had taken all the power he could muster to stop it from flying apart. As such, somehow he'd caused the large landmasses that had started pealing off the planet to now hover at varying levels above the ormer surface of the world.
Right now the pair were resting on a small green island that was floating easilly two hundred yards abouve the surface of the world below. Spyro glanced over the edge of the tiny island and looked at the changed landscape. One sight in particular caught his eye...
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