The Legend of Spyro: The Heart of Convexity

Legal stuff: I do not own Spyro the Dragon, or any other character depicted in this fanfiction story. They are the property of their respective authors and any writer who wishes to use my characters are free to do so in a non-profit sense.

Spyro is one of my favorite video game series, and I'd thought I'd take some time to write about it. Recently, I had been surfing on and had read a story about Spyro in a Kingdom Hearts type story. To tell you the truth, and being a college student I'm little ashamed to admit it, I actually found the idea using the Spyro characters quite interesting. So therefore I'm going to write about it. As such, I'm going to have to give Crossover Helper credit for the original idea.

But don't just think I'll be retelling the Kingdom Hearts story only with the characters from the Spyro series. For one, all the preceeding events prior to the story are accurate up until the end of Eternal Night. What I'm attempting is to incorporate elements and themes from Kingdom Hearts into this story, along with other fan theories so that the events from the Legend of Spyro series would connect coherently to this story. I'll combine all the other Spyro games into this universe, but be warned I haven't played them all, so much of what I do is going be patched together in the crudest way. Most likely, it'll end up being a whole bunch of nonsense, but I just can't get the idea out of my head now, so I'll write until I get sick of it.

When Dawn of the Dragon came out, this obviously placed continuity errors upon the original story I had in mind. I've formulated too much of the plot, as changing it now in order to fit the rest of the story would essentially be a rewrite. So instead, I'm offering a point of departure, which means, a different event occurred, causing a different outcome.

At the end of Eternal Night, Spyro and Cynder are trapped within the Well of Souls. But to make the story work, let us presume that they manage to find an exit and escape Indiana Jones style. In DOTD, it was said that while Spyro and Cynder were trapped in the crystal, the Dark Master had been able to escape from Convexity. The fact that Spyro and Cynder escaped may somehow have prevented him from doing so, therefore, the Dark Master has to find another way to strike at Spyro.

One other question has struck me ever since the beginning of the Legend of Spyro series. Where are all the other dragons? I mean, surely they couldn't have all been killed? My theory is that the dragons were teleported to other realms, leaving some of the Dark Master's subordinates to deal with those dragons. Thus, with all those other dragons gone, the Dark Master would more easily be able to combat Spyro.

Therefore, the Dark Master bides his time, and the story starts a few years after Eternal Night, roughly at the same time Dawn of the Dragon would have started. Only the adventure Spyro would go on this time would put all the others to shame. (Or so I hope)

You'll probably recognize the opening scene as the one from Kingdom Hearts. Anyhow, I don't mind if you like it or not, just read it and give me some comments, and I'll be satisfied. Here it goes...

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Chapter 1

Scattered memories

I've been asking myself this quite often lately…

Like… is this my true purpose? Or not?

Am I the only one who feels that, somehow, that's not all there is to it?

If so, will there ever be an end to it?

Spyro the Dragon had a strange sensation of falling. It was cold. Desolate. It felt kind of like… he was falling through a vortex that led to nowhere. Rather than fight it, Spyro leaned back so that his body was streamlined parallel to the direction that he fell. With only Spyro's own senses to guide him, before long it felt as if he were soaring up to the stars far beyond the heavens themselves, rather than falling into the abyss. With that, came a sense of exhilaration, of absolute freedom. Perhaps it was because of that illusion that he was rising rather than falling, that before long a light at the end of the tunnel appeared. Spyro closed his wings against his back and rose toward it, faster and faster. The light, which had started out small and dim, grew brighter and brighter, the black retreating before it, to the point where the light threatened to blind Spyro.

At the last moment, Spyro turned away from the light and snapped his eyes shut, finding momentary sanctuary in the darkness.

When Spyro opened his eyes again, he found himself back at his home, the Dragon Temple. High atop a peak, the temple stood guard over an expanse of fertile greenery and gentle rivers. However, something caught Spyro's eye. There was a large rock, equal in height to the Dragon Temple, which Spyro knew wasn't there before, that jut out directly out of the otherwise peaceful valley. Upon it was perched a young, well-built red dragon about Spyro's age. He squinted at the figure. Wasn't that Flame?

The red dragon was looking up at something. It was that swirling black vortex, hanging ominously in the air, where Spyro had fallen in limbo indefinitely. .

Spyro, seeing no choice but to act, spread his wings and charged out to his friend. In his haste, Spyro did not notice that in the meantime, the vortex began to spin and suck air into it. However, Flame didn't seemed alarmed at all. Instead, he appeared as if he were smiling as he extended a claw out to his friend.

Before he knew it, the portal had swallowed both him and Flame, but Flame looked as though he were still perched upon that rock, unaffected by the darkness. Spyro drifted for a moment, watching Flame extend his claw out to his friend once more. Spyro swiped at it, desperately trying to reach it, yet it was all for naught, as the black wind once again took hold of him and sent him tumbling into the darkness. He tried to yell out for help, but no sound came out of his mouth as he fell deeper and deeper into the darkness…

Until… he was rescued…

Spyro opened his eyes again, when he realized he was no longer falling again. Upon gaining his senses again, he found himself back at his home, upon that rock where Flame had stood.

There was a figure back at the temple. On that ledge was a young dragoness whose dark indigo scales gleamed in the twilight, calling his name with a beautiful smile across her face. Spyro's heart thudded and filled with joy as he waved back at her with his wing.

Spryo lifted off, beating his wings against the air to reach her. As he reached the ledge, Spyro looked up at her, somewhat exhausted, yet managing to return her smile. Cynder couldn't help but giggle at that goofy expression, placing a wing over her jaw so that she wouldn't burst out laughing.

The moment was rudely interrupted however, when a small figure broke their eye contact. It was Sparx, who hovered between the two with his arms folded, reprimanding them with an amused shaking of his head. Spyro flexed his brow at his brother, and sniffed him away, thus allowing him to continue doing what he had been doing with Cynder uninterrupted.

Spyro was confused however, when Cynder curved her neck upward, pointing with an extended claw. There was something in the sky. No, it wasn't a cloud. Curious, Spyro craned his neck around to see what had caught her attention. He was amazed at what he saw.

Someone, it was a dragon, was falling. At first, Spyro didn't know what to make of it, but then he recognized that dragon as none other than himself!!

Spyro's eyes went wide at the sudden realization, but before he could speak with Cynder about it, the ground beneath him began glow black and began pulling down at Spyro's legs. Cynder reached out a claw; and Spyro desperately tried to grab hold, but missed, and felt himself fall. Spyro looked up to see Cynder shouting something, yet no sound was coming out of her mouth. In a desperate effort, Spyro flapped his wings, yet that invisible force kept pulling him downwards. Suddenly, the image of Cynder vanished into darkness, Spyro, still falling, falling, down to the edge of nowhere.

There was a flash. Spyro was still falling, falling, falling… Yet just when Spyro thought he was doomed to fall forever, he felt his descent gradually slow down. The invisible force still carried him, yet now he felt more like a leaf falling from a tree. A few moments later, his feet mysteriously landed upon something solid.

Once Spyro regained his senses, he looked around. The first thing he noticed was that the area was surprisingly well lit. On every side he could see planets, stars, comets and other objects of the cosmos. Still, not a soul was in sight. No Cynder. No Sparx. No Flame. No Ignitus. Nobody.

This was no time to panic. After all, this wasn't the first time that Spyro had found himself teleported to extra-dimentional locales within his dreams. Gathering his courage, Spyro took a step forward. As he did so, a flash of light burst forth from the ground, forcing Spyro to place his wings over his face to block it out. When the light subsided to a more manageable level, Spyro lowered his wing to examine what had happened. He was standing on a rather large platform, with a stained glass picture of a pure white dragoness, who appeared to be praying. Though he hardly had a clue as to who this could possibly be, there was no doubting the serenity and purity of her image. By her looks, such a dragoness would be so opposed to violence that she would hesitate even to hunt.

Though entranced by the elaborate artistry, Spyro was immediately more concerned with why he was here in the first place.

"Hello?" shouted Spyro, tilting his head into the air.

"Anybody there?"

"Chronicler?" he asked.

He listened for the ancient dragon's deep, resonating voice. Before long, a voice did contact Spyro, yet it was the voice of a female dragon.

Hello Spyro…

Spyro's heart skipped a beat.

I am honored that I would finally get the chance to meet you dear one.

"Um…who are you?" said Spyro. It made him rather uncomfortable that a female voice would be calling him dear one, but the voice honestly sounded very kind.

It pains me more than anything else that I cannot reveal myself to you Spyro, but know that I have watched you since the day you came into the world, through all the good times and bad.

"So you're like the Chronicler then?" replied Spyro.

The voice giggled lovingly, like a mother correcting a newborn hatchling, before responding.

You might say that.

"Oh…all right," said Spyro, both flattered and confused.

"What is this place anyhow?" asked Spyro.

This place? Perhaps it is inaccurrate to even describe where you are as a place. It simply is what you make it to be.

Dreamworld then, concluded Spyro.

However, I have been forced to contact you in such a message to deliver a warning, she said with genuine regret.

"About the Dark Master? Tell me, has he been freed?" said Spyro.

No, I have ensured that he still remains dormant in convexity…

But you have little time…

There was an ominous pause.

The paths are still closed, but soon they will open.

"Paths? What are you talking about?"

You see Spyro, there are wrinkles in space and time, of which there are some that take us to other worlds. When the Dark Master started to regain his strength, and send his minions after our kind, I sent most of your kind to safety in other worlds, so that they would be safe. So that by the time the Dark Master escaped my hold, he would be isolated, and that you would be able to destroy the Dark Master on your own. Yet something unforeseen happened in my plan, as he now seeks to open the paths to these other worlds, and will seek to control them, if not destroy them.

"So you want me to stop him from doing so?" replied Spyro. He was one who preferred simple answers, yet how was he supposed to even get to these worlds, never mind stop the Dark Master from taking them over?

"Yet, if the Dark Master would have the power to destroy all the worlds, how would I be able to possibly stop him?" he asked.

You will discover in time Spyro, for the power to do so rests inside of you. Now, step through the door.

An archway appeared out of nowhere, and the invisible barrier surrounding the platform disappeared. A series of small platforms rose up one after another (he'd always wondered just where they came from) leading to another large, circular platform.

Dutifully, Spyro made his way across to the next platform, landing softly on all fours.

Like the previous platform this one also had a picture depicting a female dragoness. Only this dragoness was red, and quite tough looking. It showed the dragoness breathing a huge beam of fire toward a group of unseen, shadowy enemies, and by her fierce, proud features, gave the impression that she would sooner slash someone than introduce herself.

Accompanying the Fire dragoness in her battle was another female creature that resembled a bipedal fox. It was a faun; Spyro had read about the long-lost race in books he had read in the dragon temple's archives. A light robe covered her body, as the faun appeared to be readying a spell from the end of her hand. Spyro's opinion was that the faun would have been more fitting accompanying that serene white dragoness he had seen on the previous platform rather than the fire dragoness, so they made a rather strange duo. Spyro could not begin to guess the identity of this dragoness, never mind her partner.

Throughout the worlds, you will face numerous foes that wish to bring you down.

Spyro noticed something dark shift in the ground in front of him. The dark spots rose out of the ground and coalesced into shapes, and then into dark creatures. By this he was taken aback and unwittingly took a small step backward. They looked like apes in a sense, in that they appeared to be rather brainless, yet none of them appeared to have any facial features.

There are times when you will have to fight.

The shadow creatures clawed the air in a threatening manner. Spyro crouched into his fighting stance, ready to give these enemies just what they deserved.

Use your power to protect yourself and others.

Suddenly, one of these things lunged at Spyro, forcing Spyro to dodge to the side. After a couple of good whacks with his claws and horns, it exploded into black mist. The other creatures had managed to close on Spyro by that time, prompting the dragon to dodge backwards, causing each of the creatures to miss completely. Now bunched together, it left Spyro with a clear shot to give them a good old-fashioned barbeque. They twitched for a while, before also biting the dust, literally.

"No problem!!" said Spyro exuberantly. He'd faced enemies far tougher than that, but then again those stone statues the Chronicler had made him face had been powered down from their real life equivalants at the elemental sanctually, so he couldn't form an accurate diagnosis of these creatures actual strength yet, whatever they were. Still, they didn't seem like anything Spyro couldn't handle, having after all defeated Dark Cynder and Gaul, along with many others in between and afterwards.

Very good Spyro, your fighting prowess is indeed impressive. I can see why she likes you.

"Huh?" replied Spyro, his hide turning a dark shade of magenta. Spyro had a very good feeling who the voice was referring to in that last statement.

Let us move on then…

An archway blinked into existence, followed by another series of smallish platforms leading to yet another one of those large platforms.

The platform was similar to the previous two that Spyro had been on. This too had a picture of a young female dragon. His eyes went wide when he recognized the dragoness as none other than his friend Cynder. Guess the voice knew Spyro better than he suspected.

Yet this also gave Spyro a sense of consternation.

"W-what's the point to all this? Tell me, is something going to happen to Cynder?" cried Spyro, finding himself more concerned about that prospect than even the notion of the Dark Master taking over the worlds, or rather all the worlds. He remembered, during his meeting with the Chronicler, how the ancient dragon mentioned that Cynder's path was inevitably one of darkness. Yet as far as that picture went, there was nothing to indicate an ill fate, nor whether her fate would be a positive one. It was simply her portrait on a gray background.

None cannot possibly know what the future holds, yet what will come to pass ultimately depends upon what you hold true Spyro, what you believe your calling to be.

"My calling?" said Spyro. It was something that never really entered his mind very often. Mostly, he'd been told to seek out certain individuals, or stop some bad guy who was terrorizing a region and in league with the Dark Master.

So Spyro, what is it that you value most?

"My friends and family."

Friends and family? Is this really such a big deal? the voice replied in a neutral tone.

"Of course it is," replied Spyro with absolute conviction.

Be mindful Spyro. Because in the world, there are those that will seek to manipulate your blood ties to commit dark deeds.

"I would do anything to help my family and friends, without exception. Worst of all would be to do nothing."

There was a pause.

Let us move on then. In your mind, what do you believe makes a purple dragon special?

"Well, they have the ability to control over every element, and other abilities besides the elements," replied Spyro.

Control of all the elements, is that really so important?

"Maybe. To me, being a purple dragon can be both a very cool thing, and at other times kind of a burden."

Yes, I know the feeling of being different from others…

Spyro found himself nodding in agreement.

"But most of all, a purple dragon is supposed to help others, and stop injustice."

I see.... replied the voice, in what to Spyro sounded like a satisfied tone.

One last question Spryo.

What do you fear most?

There were a lot of things that came to mind. The Dark Master taking over the world. Ignitus and the others being killed by some massive horde of enemies. The list went on and on. He stared back down toward the floor, studying the picture of Cynder, imagining her succumbing to the darkness and Spyro being forced to fight her.

"That, something would happen to those I care about, and I wouldn't be able to do anything to help them," responded Spyro. To not answer at all simply would have been worse, and worst of all was to lie and say there wasn't anything he was afraid about, which would have been a fear onto itself.

Is that so?

Again, the voice gave no hint of approval or disapproval at the answers. Instead, the voice answered with a cryptic passage.

You value your friends and family, and you believe that the role of a purple dragon is to use their special abilities to help those in need. Yet what you fear most is that you wouldn't be able to help those in need. Indeed, you will face times where you will have to face your fears, and make decisions in which either outcome may prove to be bad. But, keep a steady pace, take things one day at a time and you'll come through fine.

Spyro was puzzled with the whole riddle. Keep a steady pace? For what? In life? For some upcoming adventure? For when the Dark Master returns to full power?

The day when you will make that choice is both very near and very far.

Take that back. Spyro was not only somewhat confused. He was absolutely and totally confused.

Then, as if to answer his questions, two archways appeared, one to the left and one to the right. Each led down its own distinct path.

Now I am going to give you a choice Spyro, after all, it is not fair that I simply tell you what you need to do all the time. You will have to make the decision for yourself.

"Where do the paths lead?" asked Spyro automatically. He scanned the two paths. The path on the right was a typical series of platforms, which after a few intervals led to an easily visible platform. The one on the left was a staircase that spiraled upward, to which its end was not clearly visible. Spyro didn't need to be the Chronicler to understand that the path to the right was the easier, more direct path, with simple solutions and simple answers. Yet the one on the left was one the more dangerous path, the path that would lead to more questions.

Spyro chose the path to the left. Not because the left path was inherently good, but rather of his innate curiosity, or perhaps of another desire, a desire for answers perhaps.

No sooner had he stepped through the glowing archway did a barrier seal it off completely. There was no turning back.

Spyro began to climb the spiraling stairway. Then, all of a sudden, dark spots emerged out of the ground, and he found himself beset by more of those shadowy enemies from the previous room.

"You want to fight huh?" shouted Spyro, steam billowing out from his nostrils.

"You're going down!!"

With horn, fang, fire and claw, he tore them apart, yet whenever he destroyed one, there were more to replace them. Slowly but surely, Spyro slogged his way up the path, beset by enemies all the while.

"How many of these things are there!!" Spyro shouted. If there was indeed no end to the darkness, perhaps the only thing he could do is simply avoid them until he find the exit. He rushed up the stairs, destroying them if they got in the way, but avoiding them when he could. Finally, after what seemed like to be forever, Spyro reached the end of the staircase. When he got to the top, he found himself at the edge of a cliff leading down to an empty void.

Spyro nearly cried out in dismay. All this climbing and all he found was a dead end?

Yet he couldn't go back, the shadowy enemies had cut him off. So there was only one thing Spyro could do. Sure he would probably regret it. And of course he was wishing that he had taken the right path but the moment he caught a tiny speck of light way in the distance, amidst the sea of darkness, he bent down and leapt as high as he could.

He spread his wings and soared, soared toward the endless blackness, toward that tiny speck of light. The speck became larger and larger, until he could clearly make out a large platform, much like the others he had traversed previously. He flew and flew, until finally he made his descent and landed cleanly on top the platform.

A light appeared underneath the platform, as it had for the others. Like the others, it revealed a glowing image of a female dragon. Yet there was one things about that dragoness that made his breath catch in his throat.

"This...this dragoness is purple!!" he stammered.

Yes young one, you are only the most recent, while Malefor is simply the first. Though the dragoness was much older than Spyro, he found her absolutely beautiful. She appeared to be protecting an object in her arms, maybe a valuable keepsake, or perhaps an egg, with her back turned, wings unfurled and gazing defiantly at a large, ominous shadow that had the likeness of a dragon.

The path of the purple dragon is never an easy one, the female voice interrupted. For every purple dragon born since has had to bear the sins of the first. And when put in that sense, it can indeed be said that choice for the purple dragon is but an illusion.

Was the voice referring to Spyro? To all purple dragons? Or referring to herself when she said this? Because it seemed she knew quite alot about what it meant to be a purple dragon. Spyro stared at the picture of the purple dragoness again. Did the voice that had been guiding him through this dream, belong to that particular dragoness depicted on the platform? He didn't know where the notion had come from, yet the longer he stared at it and the longer Spyro thought about what she had told him up till now, he found himself more and more convinced that indeed the voice belonged to the purple dragoness on the image.

The image itself also seemed vaguely familiar for some reason. Had he seen this dragoness before? He shook his head. How could he have? Ignitus, Volteer, Terrador, Cyril, Cynder and Flame had been the only dragons he had ever known. Maybe there was just some type of inherent link that all purple dragons throughout the ages shared.

Yet the longer Spyro stared at the portrait of that purple dragoness, the more he was convinced that somehow, somewhere in the deepest part of his memory, he had...heard? Felt? Sensed? This dragoness in particular speak with the voice that had been guiding him thus far. That they shared a link deeper than just the fact they were both the same type of dragon.

But when had it been? The earliest thing he remembered was that time where Flash and Nina tried to feed him butterflies and he had spat them out in disgust.

Yet before that...what came before that? Well... nothing in fact, after all he was in the shell before then. Actually there had been this sound though. It was a very melodious humming sound if Spyro remembered correctly, that was both soft and soothing to the ear. So soft and soothing, in fact, that it seemed to hold Spyro under some sort of spell. Then, the sound had abruptly stopped, replaced by chaos, shouting and cries of anguish. Tears streamed down Spyro's eyes, as he sensed that something terrible had happened to this purple dragoness, as it had for so many of his kind. There was some unbidden part of him that wished that the purple dragoness would come to life, to nuzzle him, to tell him that everything was going to be okay.

He scrambled to piece all these scattered bits together in his mind, No matter how hard Spyro tried however, there was a final piece to the mental jigsaw he knew was missing that would have connected all these scattered thoughts and memories together to identify who this purple dragoness was. His inability to do so was not only frustrating, it was tormenting. And the longer Spyro grappled with these scattered, scrambled, sub-conscious memories, the more tormenting it became.

"W-who are you!!" he shouted into the air...

There was a long silence. A certain sense of sadness filled the air.

The closer one gets to finding the light of truth, the greater your shadow becomes. For the truth may prove to be the source of your greatest joy and your greatest anguish all at once. And once the truth is known, you may find, that the greatest enemy that you can possibly face is not the Dark Master, but yourself.

Spyro looked down and realized with a jolt that it was in fact his own shadow, darker and larger than he had ever seen before, that was looming over the purple dragoness and threatening to engulf her into the darkness. The shadow turned to face Spyro, adjusting itself as if it were lying down on the floor, and faced him with eyes that seemed like pits.

Wait a second… Spyro hadn't moved.

Then, suddenly, the shadow began to pull itself out of the floor. Spyro could only gape in horror as the shadow grew and changed shape. An extra set of wings emerged out of its back. Its horns began to lengthen and split up until they resembled so many eels. A large, heart-shaped hole appeared in the middle of its chest, right where its heart would have been. When it finally reached its full size, the shadow dragon rose up on its hind legs and let out a hideous, undulated sound.

His first instinct was to turn tail and flee from his gigantic foe, but he stopped himself.

"No… that's not the way," Spyro told himself, biting back his fear, "If I flee it'll just follow me."

Perhaps it was out of a sense of bravado, or out of some sheer stupidity, but for whatever reason, Spyro grit his teeth and charged toward the shadow. Its gigantic frame grew as he came closer, making it all the more frightening. At first, the shadow dragon seemed amused and stunned that a little insignificant thing like Spyro was charging it. It reared its head back, as a giant ball of shadow gathered at its maw.

Right before the shadow dragon threw its head and fried Spyro with a giant beam of black energy, he activated dragon time. His world flashed into a shade of purple as the world around him went into slow motion, allowing Spyro to swerve to his right without halting his charge, the beam narrowly missing nonetheless.

"Ha ha!! Too slow!!" bragged Spyro.

Returning to real time, Spyro maneuvered to the shadow dragons side and then pummel the shadow dragon with a series of attacks. Seeing that the shadow dragon continued to preoccupy itself with scorching the ground with its shadow breath, Spyro continued to hit it again and again. He slashed again and again, intent on doing as much damage as possible.

Suddenly, Spyro felt a sharp pain against his side. He spun around and saw a whole horde of those small shadow creatures from before. Not wanting to waste more time than was absolutely necessary, he reared back and gave them a good shot of flame, incinerating the enemies, before returning to his task.

From experience, Spyro knew that they key to defeating any adversary, regardless of size or shape, was to develop a pattern that would allow for the maximum amount of damage at minimum risk. It had worked against Dark Cynder and Gaul and so it worked against the shadow dragon. The shadow dragon would spew out its dark energy, Spyro would dodge, then attack it, take out the minions with his elements, whether it be earth, fire, ice or thunder, then repeat.

Unfortunately, the shadow dragon wasn't dying. Hitting it on the arm and flank, while safer, was not going to bring down the shadow. He had to go for the face. He knew of the million different ways of how such a move could backfire, but there was no other choice.

Spyro waited for his moment. As the shadow dragon was about to blow a beam of black energy, he went into dragon time and jumped over in anticipation of the beam that would surely come up short. He spread his wings and dove straight toward the shadow dragon's face.

Yet the next moment, Spyro felt a sharp pain, which sent him sprawling back down to the ground, letting out a cry of pain. The bitter taste of blood filled his mouth, and he spat out a glob. Wait, wasn't this just a dream? Wasn't he not really supposed to bleed?

What was obvious was that in his haste to go after the shadow dragon's face, he had forgotten that its eel-like horns were essentially extra arms that were powerful enough and flexible enough to intercept any attack from the front.

Seeing that Spyro was taking a long time to get up, the shadowy minions instantly converged upon Spyro and began scratching at him. Then, the shadow dragon reached down and grabbed Spyro's entire body with one of its enormous claws.

It held Spyro right in front of its face, and though it said nothing, it clearly seemed to mock his puny efforts. Spyro shivered as its foul, cold breath wafted over his face, sending chills down his entire body. His heart was beginning to race, feeling that it was about to burst from his chest. He closed his eyes, waiting for the end.

Don't give up Spyro!! Believe in yourself!!

Briefly, the image of that purple dragoness appeared in his mind, and somehow it brought Spyro peace, and with that peace came new strength.

His eyes snapped open. He concentrated all his energies, thinking about all those he held dear, vowing that he would not be defeated here, before releasing it in a gigantic outburst. The shadow enemies that accompanied it instantly disintegrated into nothingness. The shadow dragon instantly released him from its grasp, as the energy made the gigantic creature list backwards.

Yet somehow, the shadow dragon still had not been defeated. In fact, after recovering, he seemed as strong as ever.

A sense of dismay fell over Spyro. Even with all his efforts, the darkness had still not gone to rest, while he was all but spent.

He made no effort to resist when a dark tendril appeared underneath him and began to suck him in.

Don't be afraid little one, echoed the purple dragoness.

Though you may travel through the deepest and darkest valleys of shadow, and things appear all but hopeless, the darkness can never extinguish the light within your heart. And where there is light there is hope.

As she said this, Spyro began to slowly sink into the dark patch as the tendrils of shadow engulfed him. Spyro turned around, checking to see if the shadow dragon was still there, which it was, and looking more imposing than ever before. It was leaning downwards, as if preparing to crush Spyro. Was he going to die in this awful place, within his own dreams? No. He couldn't believe it.

Soon, the shadowy tendrils began to wrap around his face, and soon Spyro was blind.

Yet before Spyro lapsed into unconsciousness, he heard the purple dragoness speak once more.

You will be the one to open the door.

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Authors note: And so, it begins. I'm not going to promise that this will be the greatest Spyro fanfic ever written, and it will start slowly before speeding up. Be patient with me, once things start rolling along it will be worth it. As for the identity of the purple dragoness, it shouldn't take much of a genius to realize what is the relationship of that dragoness to Spyro, but for a variety of reasons it will take several chapters for Spyro to realize this.

Anyhow, please review and comment.