As Spyro and Cynder emerged from the bushes and stepped into the clearing, they beheld, in the very center of the grassy field, a majestic golden dragon statue. It was rearing on its hind legs, its mouth open in what seemed to be a silent roar of triumph. In the sun the statue glowed, casting bright, yellow rays in all directions.
"Wow!" Cynder said, astonished, "I've never seen a thing like this. Have you, Spyro?"
The purple dragon shook his head. "Never in my life," he answered. "I wonder why it's here, though, and what's it meant for."
The two dragons decided to examine it further from a closer view, so they approached the dragon statue. It was large, bigger than Spyro and Cynder combined, and it rested on a slab of concrete. Around the edges, Spyro saw, were strange writing of some unknown language. Try as they might, Both he and Cynder could not decipher the letters.
"Perhaps we should take it to the guardians," Spyro suggested, "Maybe they might know what it is."
"Are you nuts?" Cynder said, "This thing is huge. I'm not carrying it. Besides, it's fixed to the ground. If we want to find out what it is we have to bring the elders here."
"But Warfang is a couple of miles away," Spyro argued, "If we leave now we won't be able to find the island again."
"Well, I guess we have to leave the statue be," said Cynder.
"I guess we should," said Spyro disappointed.
But as they were just about to leave, Spyro, who was walking across the concrete, suddenly, completely unaware to him, stepped on a strange stone on the pavement. The ground began to shake, rumbling ominously.
"Spyro, what did you do!" Cynder yelled, trying to maintain her balance.
"Nothing!" Spyro yelled back, but when he moved his foot, he saw the stone underneath. "Oops," he muttered.
There was, luckily, no cause for alarm, for the only thing that happened was that the statue suddenly began to slide away, revealing a flight of stairs leading into darkness. Spyro and Cynder looked down this path, wondering where to it lead.
"Should we go down?" Spyro asked. He was very curious, but he also felt threatened by the gloom.
"We can," said Cynder, "But we're gonna need some light.
"Don't worry; I'm on it."
Calling upon the element of fire, Spyro's scales began to glow a deep purple.
"Neat trick," Cynder complimented.
"It's nothing," Spyro, "Learned it a while ago, actually."
With a nod, both dragons descended down the stairs, Spyro in the lead, illuminating the way.
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