This is an AU (Alternate Universe), some details may be changed, but the only major changes (other than the OC's and other stuff that makes this a fan-fiction) is the status of the war, it started "normally" until the activity decreased exponentially, leaving them in the same situation in "A New Beginning" when Spyro was found by Ignitus, after that is for the text to explain for itself.
The other, is another guardian, he plays a good role at the start, but may be important later on too.
I fly across the plane of mushroom trees, it seems to go on forever, but looking up can easily disprove that, I'm almost there, Warfang may only be a legend to others, but look at this, the temple itself. I'm not that interested in legends, but that's not to say I won't act like a fool in front of them, they are the Guardians of the elements after all.
A strange power wills my attention off to the side, I can't seem to find what I'm looking for, and I can't tell what it is, despite my knowledge in magic. My attention goes to a pathway that loops and curves around various large mushroom trees, I'm thinking about walking instead, but there's no guarantee that it will lead to my destination. My wings ache even though I haven't been flying long, I'm only 23 after all (let me clarify that by saying that we mature about half as fast as you humans), There's no blaming me for... oof!
I wake up, my eyes feel heavy, well, so does the rest of my body, but my eyes mostly, I can barely see, but I can tell I'm inside. I push my front paws under me, and strain to get up, I get a headache and fall down, just realizing that my head is very sore. I feel something brush up against my leg, red healing crystals. Crystals are usually only used as a last resort in most cultures, but I don't want to offend whoever gave me them.
My legs still under me, I extend my wing and push the crystals against me, I begin to absorb them one by one. My body ache leaves first, my muscles regain their strength and drag my legs out. My vision starts to come back, still a bit blurry, my head starts to feel a lot better and a bump I didn't know was there disappears.
The world becomes clearer as I blink and squint. The roof was high, and, classy looking, the room is round, but with large divots in the wall around the room. I'm laying on a blanket in one of the divots with a couple of spare crystals next to me.
Something bugs me though, the pattern on this blanket, the distinct color palette, it can't be, even the material feels odd. The building design supports my theory, I think I made it, this is the temple of the guardians.
My thoughts are interrupted by a door on the far side opening. A dragoness walks out, her skin is black, like mine, it's a little rare, but it doesn't mean much. Her head is stamped with an unknown symbol, and her chest-plate glows pink like the flesh on her wings that stay extended like there's sticks holding them up. What looks like shackles cling to her ankles, her tail, and her neck. The spikes on her wings have been covered with metal. Her horns... horns? The only dragons without horns are black ones, this is peculiar, never-mind, here she comes.
"How are you feeling?"
"Uh, um."
Dude, why are you studdering? Stop it.
"Fine, the crystals you gave me worked just fine too."
"Well they should, that's why we have them."
I give her a chuckle, but get lost in her sea blue eyes.
"Um, excuse me?"
"Huh what?"
"What's your name?"
"James."
"I'm Cynder."
Cynder, perfect, a play on something to do with fire, that will stop the studdering.
"Th- that's a nice name."
She simply smiles at whatever face I don't know I'm making, but the conversation goes elsewhere.
"What happened out there?"
"I think you hit the wall outside."
My mind suddenly goes to the strange energy I felt, it didn't just go outside my knowledge of magic, but distracted me enough to hit a wall. The door behind Cynder reopened and some dragon walks in, he is some dragon alright, the legendary purple dragon of legend, someone whose existence is only theoretical and has magic of amazing potential, in this land.
Warfang is a legend of not only the keepers of the world, but of a completely different understanding of magic, meaning they have less. They reproduce differently too, they have eggs come by every 10 years, where as the opposite side of the planet, where the mainland is, it's when you've never had kids from normal means, you know what I mean. Oh wait, you don't, we reproduce differently, I'll tell you more later.
Cynder: "That's Spyro."
Me: "Uh, um, yeah."
Spyro: "Hi?"
Me: "Hi."
Spyro: "How are you doing, you doing ok?"
Me: "Yes, yes I am."
Nice stride of confidence doofus.
Cynder: "Do you need anything else?"
Yeah, some drugs to stop the anxiety attack I've been having.
Me: "If you don't mind, I'd like a place to stay for a while, Warfang kinda burned down."
I'd better come up with an alibi until I can convince them that this island isn't the only thing in existence, I survived the attack in Warfang, that will do fine, good thing that this is the legend I decided to study for a minor, unfortunately that's where the story ends.
Spyro: "Well nothing much has happened since then."
Well that was fortunate.
Me: "Sooo... the room?"
Spyro: "We'll have to see what Ignitus says"
Speak of the devil, there he is, followed by 4 others, one by one.
Ignitus: "Has he... oh... are you ok?"
Me: "You... you're one of them, you're... a guardian."
Ignitus: "Yes, and this is the others, Cyril, Terrador, Volteer and Icarus."
Well that saved us an awkward introduction.
Ignitus: "Where did you come from?"
Spyro: "James survived the Warfang attack."
Ignitus: "Oh, well, I guess you'll need to stay here then."
And an awkward question.
Ignitus: "I'll show you where you'll be staying."
Upstairs doesn't have that big of a hallway, and only 3 doors, one on the left and one on the right, and judging from the layout of the building, what appears to be the largest room in the building behind the door at the end of the hallway.
Me and Ignitus walk to one of the side doors, Icarus following behind. The room is large on its own, a modest bed, a mirror, and a balcony off to the left, it looks like the balcony belongs to the top of a tall tower in a castle, drapes, intricate carvings, the lot. A chest under some shelves sit in the corner, everything is covered in vines and moss with some small crystals growing in the floor boards.
Ignitus: "If you don't mind the mess, you can stay here."
He leaves, I start to yank off some loose vines from the wall, but Icarus interrupts me.
Icarus: "Um, excuse me?"
His voice is quiet, but confident; his black skin contrasts to mine, and his head, instead of looking suspiciously like a fancy helmet, looks a little more normal, I think that's just because he's an adult, I wouldn't know considering I don't know many grownup black dragons.
Me: "Yes?"
Icarus: "I, need to show you something."
Me: "Um, ok?"
He takes me out of my room towards the door at the end of the hall, despite looking the same from a distance, it looks different compared to the other doors.
I hope you liked the first chapter of this, in fact, this is the first time I wrote something that didn't get straight to the point, so I hope you stick around to see the next ones.
And to those that come from "Hero's tail", I'd like to once more apologize for leaving you waiting for so long, then have the story get taken down, but I promise that this one will be much better.
