It's been three months since the final battle with Malefor, the dreaded Purple dragon who enslaved you as a hatchling, wiped out most of dragonkind, and attempted to tear the earth asunder using the horrific, mind rending abomination known as the Destroyer. In the aftermath of the battle, your closest companion Spyro used every last ounce of power and energy he had to restore the world to a stable, not exploding state. However, the process left him virtually helpless and weak, barely able to stand let alone fly, fight or use his breath. You yourself were barely able to get him to what was left of Warfang, still scarred from the Siege Golem and the hordes of Grublins and other monsters that had assaulted it where the Guardians could tend to your wounds and let you both get the rest you severely needed. Even now, Spyro can only fly for short periods, and his breath is frail and weak.
However, the world hasn't been stagnant.
Even without their master, the Grublins, what remains of the Apes and other critters are still rampaging throughout the Realm, and while dragons have been slowly trickling back, many of them have wound up running afoul of beasts, been caught in dangerous environments, or worse. The Guardians themselves have their claws full keeping Warfang protected, especially since the death of the Guardian of Flame, Ignitus. Leaving you as the sole dragon who is both capable enough and considered expendable enough to do what must be done.
The sun rises as another day dawns, waking you from your slumber.