Hey there!

I'm new to writing on Fanfiction and this is my first chapter of the story I am taking over from the user Voalan (by his permission due to him not being able to write.) This -is- my first time so I will probably make mistakes whilst I do this story, but helpful comments are always welcomed instead of flames everywhere. Hope you enjoy it!

P.S. I do not own any Spyro the Dragon characters, but I -do- hold ownership of any OCs used in this Fanfiction.

Thanks!

The Chronicler, Ignitus

Within a large circular room paced a lone blue dragon. This ancient stood tall and proud as he searched through the bookshelves around the room. Talismans and charms adorned his neck along with a large cloak-like drape around his neck. The room remained silent aside from the dragon's occasional mumbling as well as the soft trickle and swirl of magic sand in the hourglass behind him. Books were strewn on the floor, pages everywhere, desks pilled high with books upon books. The range of these books were truly endless, some having titles, some left blank in wait of knowledge and some looked untouched, yet clean and important as they gave off faint glows and magical auras.

"Hmm, Magic through the Ages... Idols and important leaders... Book number Five... Where is it now?" the old dragon mumbled to himself in search as his deep voice broke the silence. Books slowly pulled away from the shelf as his eyes searched each and every one of them as though in an interrogation line-up. No books seemed to sate his hunger for a specific book he was searching for. As the books were pulled out one by one, a large gold, purple and black book appeared. The old blue dragon smiled and paused his hunt, sitting down where he stood as the book flipped open.

"Ah Spyro my old friend... And Cynder, I see you two have been getting along with everything since last I opened this book." The dragon's eyes glinted as he looked into a book with a picture depicting two dragons living together in a large city, construction work happening in the background around the two. He continued over the few pages and read on what he had written so long ago.

"A year had passed since the War against Malefor had ended. Peace was brought to the land, and a new age was dawning..." the old dragon read aloud as he examined the pictures that followed.

The city was in need of a renovation to increase its holding capacity for occupants. The two heroes, Spyro and Cynder, were the protectors of the land along with the Guardians; Cyril, Terador and Volteer. Together they built the city up with their plans and scouted all the land in every nook and cranny for any dragons that had fled to hiding; they found many. With the city being built with the help of the moles, and now dragons, it was erected fast and soon after occupied. Things were very quiet, and nothing had threatened the city.

Spyro and Cynder had long since professed their love in one another and had spent all waking hours together. Helping the city, scouting, organizing events and meetings, there was nothing these two didn't do.

Thirty four years after the city was built, the population of dragons had increased. School's for the young had opened, races from all over Avalar had flooded into the city, which was now the biggest city in all the land; and the safest. The city could hold it's own and didn't always need the aid of the two legendary heroes, but they were elected as honorary Guardians, as they have already proven worth it.

After doing so much for the city, the heroes decided to relax a little and instead do things for their own personal lives. They were given a large tower at the highest point of the city, a place to live and start their long life together, for they had both deserved it. Once settled, the miracle of a baby dragoness happened. To everyone's delight, a pink dragoness at that. She was to be destined for great things just as her parents had been. She was pink, with light pink wings, a white underbelly and a crown of horns that adorned her head perfectly. The two horns Spyro had were also an inherited feature. She also had a very sharp and crystal-like tail spade, as Cynder was unfortunate enough to find out just how sharp it really is first.

The family grew close and unimaginable amounts of love and care were thrown at the baby dragoness. So too was the popularity. There was no being in the city, in the whole of the kingdom, who didn't know who she was and where she was from. They all knew her name and feared, yet respected her, even though she was a mere whelp at this stage.

"They named her Hali." The dragon finishes with a smile. "Hali... Your book is very interesting young lady. I've seen how it was predicted, but the thing that amazes me is that even though it is set in stone, things can still be changed. The Chronicler has his eyes upon you Missy! I too grant you my blessing though." He replaces the book back onto the shelf and takes a step back, peering at it's golden spine as it sits silently on the shelf.

"I may be seeing her sooner than I think, but that is yet to be determined. I simply must remember to ask her to say hello from Ignitus to her father... I cannot just randomly call him to me here in his dreams. Phah, preposterous." The old Fire Master scans the room slowly to target where he will resume the search for the book he was looking for.

A glow is emitted from a section on the bookshelf and the Chronicler immediately sets out to bring it down.

"Ah there, The Legacy of Avalar! You and me best get to know each other my friend, as I'm going to be writing for a long time." He sits down before a golden pedestal that the book is now laid upon and opens it.