A/N: it's finally here! the first chapter of the third enstallment of the Legend of the Three trilogy! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Guess what? I don't own the Legend of Spyro series, only my OC's
The Legend of the Three: Dawn of the Dragon
A Legend of Spyro Fan Fic
Chapter 1: The Time Between
Gneiss' POV
Three years.
That's how long it has been since the Night of Eternal Darkness.
That's how long it's been since we last saw Spyro, Cynder, and Jolt.
That's how long it's been since the Dark Master returned to haunt the world in the form of the purple dragon Malefor.
It hasn't been easy… being one of a very small number of beings in the world to know the truth about Malefor… that he is nothing more that another slave of the Dark Master, albeit a rather powerful one.
We've been rather busy since we left the Dragon Temple alongside the Silver River, and it would take a rather long time to recount every detail, so I'll just recap a few the major events.
Shortly after arriving in Warfang for the first time, we made our way to the city's version of the Dragon Temple. It was fairly similar to the one back in the swamps, but in better condition.
Terrador, Cyril, and Volteer were already present when we arrived with Ignitus. It seems that Warfang is the last of the great dragon cities. The other cities, such as Firegate, Cryowing, and Aurora Peak fell before our generation even hatched.
We moved the most of the outlying populations to safer, more defensible locations. This included the remaining population of the Kaskia Isles.
Princess Tempest ended up having to lead her people away from their long-time home beneath the waves, as the Dark Master had deployed his naval forces: Aqua-Grublins. Unfortunately, her mother, Queen Tsunami, didn't make it. She stayed behind to cover the escape.
Technically, this means that Tempest is now the Queen of the Sea Dragons, but with everything that's been going on, we haven't really had time the deal with succession issues.
Tempest and I have continued training with the Guardians, improving our skill level with our elements. We even came up with some tricks that nobody had thought up before. For example, by barrel rolling while performing a Comet (or Meteor) Dash, I found I could generate a drilling attack.
Tempest and I had both grown a bit over the last three years. I now stood about half a head taller than most other dragons my age, and I'd become stronger, both as a result of growing and through all the conflict we'd seen. My primary pair of horns had lengthened, and a secondary set had begun emerging. Additionally, the coloration of my wing membrane had become more orange and less gray.
Tempest had gained some height at well, but her growth has been primarily lengthwise. Also, the edges of the fins along her back had become much sharper.
We've seen a significant decline in the Ape population since the Dark Master's rise. No one seems to know what happened to them.
During the evacuation of Kaskia, I was instructed to recover an item from one of the oldest vaults on the island… a chamber that apparently only the bearer of the Crystal of Molten Earth, in other words me, could access.
Within, I found a complete set of Dragon Armor. It was made of black metal, and covered with symbols that were a combination of the runes for fire and earth, embossed into the armor's surface in gold. At various points on the armor there were cut gemstones, primarily in fiery orange colors and angular shapes.
According to the inscriptions on the walls of the chamber, the armor was forged in ages past by master artisans to be durable, yet lightweight, and enchanted by the crafters of ancient magic to boost its wearers abilities, and to always fit its wearer. When I put it on, I discovered that it fit perfectly… as if it was made for me.
Next time I saw Tempest; she had her own set of armor, as well. Hers was primarily silver in color, with the sigil of the Sea Dragons on the helm portion. The gems set in her armor were deep, navy blue, and elliptically cut.
We've seen quite a few battles since we've arrived in Warfang, and though we have it within our power to resist, but not to storm into the Dark Master's lair and defeat him outright.
The Dark Master, and therefore Malefor as well, has its lair surprisingly close to the City: The Dark Master resides in the shattered fragments of the Swamp Dragon Temple, which through application of much power, are kept suspended above Worldheart Peak.
Worldheart Peak… I've tried to learn all I can about that place. What I've found out is this: it's said that the throat of this volcanic peak extends all the way to the Heart of the World itself… though no one has been adventurous enough to ever actually attempt to plum its depths.
We'd kept in contact with Hunter, and watched as he followed up on various leads on our friends' location. So far none of these leads have panned out.
In short, it's been a long and difficult road to walk, but we persevere. Tempest and I know through the spiritual connection provided to us by the Elemental Fragments we bear that Jolt is still safe, and since we know that Spyro and Cynder were with him…
I just hope they wake up soon… were doing all we can here, but we're steadily losing ground. And I miss them… Jolt with his quiet strength, Spyro with his inspirational demeanor, Cynder with her deep, heartfelt, kind nature.
Heck, I even miss that snarky little dragonfly, Sparx. He may have been annoying at times, but he always there to distract us from thinking about how much the world has chosen to pile on our backs.
Spyro… Cynder… Jolt… where are you? We can't do this without you…
A/N: Yeah, kind of a depressing start isn't it? oh, well what can you do?
See you next time!