The idea of controlling the very fabrics of reality, to transform that was, that is, and that will be, was both a frightening and exciting revelation for Spyro and Cynder. As much as the purple dragon wanted to change his colossal friend back to her former self, he wasn't sure, with a book of such immense power, could possibly do.
Deciding to start small, Spyro, taking a ink pot and a quill from a nearby drawer, wrote the following at the bottom of the page: "And then a cake dropped from the sky."
SPLATE!
Out of seemingly nowhere a chocolate cake materialized and came crashing to the floor, frosting and bread scattering everywhere.
"Well," Cynder said, "Now that we know that it works, can you PLEASE change me back to normal."
"Alright, alright," Spyro said.
And then the purple dragon wrote: "Cynder transformed back into her former size."
The effects were almost instant: thirst Cynder's head shrank, then her limbs, then her tail, then her body, retracting with such speed that when it was finished Cynder was left spinning in the air a few times before she fell to the floor with a thud.
"Cynder!" Spyro cried, rushing towards her, helping the dragoness up, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said, rubbing her head, "I'm back to normal; that's all that matters."
Well, she was back to her former size, but Spyro had to admit that her rump looked still a little too large. But all and all, she was back to her former size.
"I think we should go tell the guardians about this place," Cynder suggested.
Spyro nodded, but his eyes drifted back to the Book and a strange urge tucked at his mind to try writing more stuff.
What does the purple dragon decide on doing?
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