Jacy: Don't feel like bothering with some bizarre—mmph!

Blane: Don't just brush this off! You're going back to your roots! I'm a teenager again and I don't remember anything! What happened?!

Jacy: *pushes him off* Now I remember why I kept you away from caffeine…And if at least three people people review this by next week, you'll find out. Cue disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the copyrighted things that I use, I do, however, own my OCs and this story.

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Spyro: Forgotten Prophecy REDUX

Prologue: The Impossible Child

Dragon Realms. A place of magic, legend, and home to creatures beyond imagination. Above all, it was where the nearly-extinct dragon race from whom the realm took its name were recovering from the war against one of the strongest of their own. Much had been lost in the war and, after much sacrifice and pain, the heroes stood victorious. The ones who faced the Dark Master himself were now immortalized in history books and great ballads alike: Spyro the Purple Dragon and the Dark Master's own former general Cynder, the ex-Terror of the Skies.

Weeks had passed since the two had stopped the Dark Master's Great Cleansing, a process that would have split apart the world and destroyed it, and there had been no news of them or the Fire Guardian, Ignitus, that had accompanied them. Most assumed the three perished and took the corrupt Purple Dragon down with them. This was not the case, however, and only one knew the complete truth of the events: the new Chronicler, Ignitus himself. The old dragon had given his life to get the two younger drakes through the Belt of Fire so that they could defeat the Dark Master. Once the evil dragon had been dealt with, Ignitus found himself in the study of the Chronicler on the White Isle. It was there that the title and abilities of the Chronicler were passed to him while his predecessor was allowed to join the Ancestors.

Ignitus spent much time observing the two dragons to whom this realm owed its continued existence, but he also looked into the secrets hidden in the vast collection of books in the study. One mystery that both intrigued and concerned him was an old, dark-gray book written in the Ancient Tongue. Even with the knowledge he'd gained as the Chronicler, it had taken much time to translate even a few pages. What was on them worried the former Fire Guardian greatly.

"This is not good at all," he said to himself, "I must find him before it is too late."

Ignitus summoned up his power to create a portal to begin his search for an impossible child. A child born in another realm, conceived from the union of a dragon…and a human.

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Breathe in. Breathe out. Blane kept his breathing steady and even, as he had been taught multiple times, while his eyes remained locked on his target, a deer with a bad leg in the center of the clearing, the rest of its group scattered about the clearing. He drew the string of his bow back, the feather at the back of his arrow brushing his cheek. He saw the head of the deer he was aiming at raise up, suddenly aware of the danger. Acting quickly, he loosed the arrow and it whistled through the air before hitting its mark dead center in the deer's chest. The animal stumbled as the rest of its group fled before it fell, its life fading.

Grinning in triumph, Blane leapt out of the tree he'd been hiding in, using his wings to glide down and slow his fall. He landed near his kill with practiced ease, placing his bow inside the quiver on his back. He walked the short distance to the felled deer and knelt down next to it. He grasped the arrow and removed it from the animal's torso, wiping the blood off on the grass before placing it with the rest.

He hefted the deer onto his shoulders and began to make his way out of the forest. It was here that he found himself at home, away from the stares that his appearance got him. He stood at a little over six feet tall, making him taller than anyone in the kingdom's capital, and his sandy-blonde hair was kept loose and reached his shoulders. His skin was tanned from how often he was outside, and he was well-toned from the training he did with his private instructors. However, it was his non-human qualities that garnered the most attention. He had a pair of dark-gray wings growing from his back, forcing him to have to cut holes in the backs of his shirts to let them out. His nails had grown out to razor-sharp claws, and a pair of white horns grew out of the top of his head. Small patches of his skin had also been covered with translucent scales that were beginning to darken to a silver-grayish color. These traits originated from the draconic blood he inherited from his mother, who was a dragon.

Blane was the extremely unlikely outcome from the coupling of his father, a human, and his mother, a dragon. The two improbable lovers had originally met while his father, Rurik, was traveling the small kingdom he was the prince of. Rurik had come across her while she was fending off hunters trying to kill her for her glittering, light-blue hide and she had already been injured. His father, angered by the men attacking an innocent creature, immediately came to her aid and helped her fight them off. The two learned about one another while Rurik tended to her wounds and, when she was fully-recovered, she joined him as a permanent companion for the rest of his journey. By the time they reached the capital, close friendship had blossomed into true love and they made history by joining together in the first-ever human-dragon marriage. However, to do so, Rurik had to pass his right to the crown to his younger brother, as his father was wary of how the kingdom would see a dragon queen. Without a moment of hesitation, his father chose his mother, Silena, over ruling the province.

They lived happily for several years and, after countless failed attempts, their union bore fruit when Silena laid the egg that hatched into Blane. He'd hatched as a fully-human-looking toddler, not a trace of the dragon blood flowing in his veins. It was on his fourth hatchday that Blane lost everything he'd ever known. A group of people who believed that he was an abomination and his parents deserved death for conceiving him ambushed them while they were leaving Gyaldris, the capital. Rurik told Silena to take Blane to the castle while he held them off. The next thing Blane could remember was his uncle giving him Rurik's sword and telling him that they found his father's body strung up as a display in the street, but there was no sign of his mother.

Twelve years had passed since that day and he still blamed himself for his father's death and his mother's disappearance. His aunt and uncle, having taken him in and raised him alongside their own son, constantly told him it wasn't, but it didn't change his opinion. The only time his mind felt at ease was when he came to the forest to hunt, hone his skills, or just to relax and every time he came it was harder to leave.

Sighing, Blane began to take the final step that would take him out of his safe place when he bumped into a being that hadn't been there a moment ago. As he stumbled backward a bit, the half-dragon looked over the stranger curiously. It was a teal dragon with frill-like appendages on varying spots on his body that resembled flames. He had a single pair of pale-blue horns atop his head and shoulder-pad-like growths on his shoulders. He wore a cloak of regal blue with runes on the borders and a golden-edged collar as well as a satchel of scrolls on his right flank and a large book clipped to his left. Around his neck was a light-blue crystal that glowed with a mysterious energy and his orange eyes looked at the half-dragon in startled surprise.

"Sorry, sir," Blane quickly apologized, bowing his head in respect, "I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking."

"No, no, it's alright," the dragon responded with a slight chuckle, "Are you Blane, per chance?"

"I am, yes," the teen answered, shifting the weight of the deer on his shoulders as he nodded, "And you are?"

"You may call me…the Chronicler," the dragon told him after a moment of thought, "I've been looking for you, Blane."

"Me?" the half-dragon asked, surprised, "What for?"

"Because you are needed to stop a great evil from taking control of the realm I come from and killing thousands of innocents," the Chronicler explained, his expression deathly serious.

"Why me?" Blane asked, frowning, "There must be someone better suited to help you."

"You doubt your own strength," a familiar voice said from behind him, "You aren't ready to accept that you have a lot of hidden power. You get that from your father, you know."

The half-dragon turned slowly as the deer dropped from his shoulders, a look of disbelief on his face. Standing a short distance away was a familiar dragoness. Her pale-blue scales glinted in the sunlight that came through the forested canopy, and her underbelly was the color of fresh snow. She had two sets of horns, the larger pair curling toward each other while the smaller ones that were next to them did the opposite, and all four horns white. Her wings were the same pale blue as her scales, while the membranes were the same color as her horns and underbelly. Her dark-blue eyes were brimming with happiness as she looked at Blane, and her snowflake-tipped tail twitched back and forth.

"Mom?" he whispered, taking a small step closer to her.

"Hello, little one," Silena said, smiling warmly at her son. In response, the child she hadn't seen in twelve years ran over to her and hugged her neck, burying his face into her scales. He only came up to about the middle of her neck, though it was his horns that gave him that extra bit, so she had to bend her neck slightly to wrap her head around behind his in the closest representation of returning his embrace that she could manage. As she did so, she chuckled, "Though you aren't so little anymore."

"Why didn't you come back?" he asked, his voice soft and slightly muffled, "I thought…thought you were gone, too."

The dragoness's smile faded as she answered, saying, "I wished every day that I could return to you, little one, but I didn't dare. I couldn't be the parent you needed and keep us safe from those who had slain your father at the same time. So, I stayed away and dealt with those monsters in the way they deserved, making sure they hunted me and not you."

"I missed you, I missed you so much," he said, tightening his grip slightly for a brief moment before loosening it again.

"And I you, little one," she said, pulling away so that she could look at him with a sad smile, "But now that I finally get to see you again, it's your turn to leave."

"What do you mean?" he asked, his eyes narrowing in confusion, "I'm not going anywhere!"

"But you are," she told him, placing the top of her head against his forehead in a comforting gesture, "You're going with the Chronicler to go save another realm. You're going to help so many others and become a hero."

"No, I'm not leaving!" He said stubbornly, trying to hold onto Silena, but she reluctantly stepped back out of his reach.

"You must, little one," she said, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, "It's been foretold that you must be there to help the purple dragon and the black dragoness of that realm. Without you there, they die and fail in their mission, with the entire realm falling with them. And when that realm perishes, this one will be next. Eventually all realms will be destroyed unless you succeed there, with their help."

"Why me?" he asked, his hands gripping his head in frustrated anguish, "Why does it have to be me?"

"Because you're special, so very special," Silena said, tears trailing down her cheeks as she smiled sadly, "And now it's time for you to go find that out for yourself."

"It's time, Blane," the Chronicler spoke up reluctantly, regretting that he had to ruin this reunion, "I will place you as close to Spyro and Cynder as I can manage. After that, I can no longer interfere directly. Your mother will come with me to the White Isle where she and I will observe; you must convince Spyro and Cynder to accompany you to Warfang, the Dragon City."

"We'll be watching the whole time, little one," Silena told him, nuzzling the side of his face for a moment.

"Is there anything else?" Blane whispered hollowly, not looking up from his feet.

"Yes," the Chronicler answered, frowning, "I'll bring out your dragon blood to give the appearance of a full dragon. You must not tell anyone that you are half-human unless it is absolutely necessary; it will cause too many problems."

"I love you, my little one," Silena told the teen, wrapping her neck around him in one last hug.

"I love you, too, Mom," he whispered in response, returning the embrace as the Chronicler opened his wings wide and a light began to emanate from the crystal around his neck. After a moment, there was a bright flash that hid them all from view, and once it faded, they were nowhere to be found. The only sign that they had been there was the deer laying on the ground, forgotten.

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Jacy: Yeah, prologue…posted…um…reviews? Please? Has my extended absence been good or bad? The OCs that people let me use…can I still use them? Please? I don't feel like creating a bunch of new ones to–mmph!

Blane: Don't ruin it for me! No Spoilers!

Jacy: *shoves him off* Stop that!