I've wanted to write this story for a long time. Spyro was my childhood (well, that and dinosaurs :P ). This takes place in the original continuity (which IMO only includes Spyros 1-3), though I've retconned several elements, mostly to make our intrepid purple lizard at more of a disadvantage, and also to make the story a bit more realistic (as realistic as a story about a tiny purple dragon saving the world can be)

1) Dragons are quadrupedal (its better this way).

2) The whole storyline of Spyro 1 was a test, since the dragons pretty much outright stated several times.

3) Spyro, though he is known for his achievements, isn't a celebrated hero. He's kind of like a law enforcer (I'll explain it).

I'll also be incorporating elements from LoS and AHT, you'll catch on. ;)

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No one had foreseen how booming the Forgotten World's tourist trade would be once the other realms' had learned of its existence. The Super Bonus World was abuzz with activity, with all manner of mice, faun, hippo, and even the occasional dragon.

In many ways, Bianca was proud of the change that had occurred in her homeland. After the Sorceress had kicked the bucket, and dragons now moved freely between the realm and this one, all the magic had returned, both literally and figuratively. The damage that seemed irreparable was slowly healing. Even the cold of the Super Bonus World felt better.

Enough reminiscing though, Bianca had work to do. Glancing around the main tower's tall inner sanctum, she was amazed at how many scrolls and spell books the deceased witch had left behind. Pile upon pile of ancient manuscripts, some of it dating back to the time before the power of portal's were harnessed. She was lucky Spyro hadn't completely destroyed the tower when he shot the Sorceress down. Admittedly, she had helped him out a bit by boosting his saucer's power while weakening the Sorceresses'.

My only regret, she thought, is that the witch isn't here to teach me how to READ this stuff. Indeed, most of the books were written in a language that predated even the dragon's antique form of speaking and writing. It would take months for her to get the basics down and even then she would probably only be able to pick out a few key sentences. I might wanna ask Nestor for help. He's pretty much the only dragon that'll listen to me. Lord knows Spyro won't.

Perusing even farther into the archives, she noticed a sudden rise in temperature. Must be getting close to the lava. Or whatever the purple goo that kills you is called. Hidden behind a canopy of scrolls and books, Bianca did see some lava, in a semi-circle. But this is not what surprised her.

Behind the semi-circle of lava was a large altar, and above it, spinning free of gravity was a black gem. Bianca narrowed her eyes. Black gems were of not unheard of, but to see one floating in midair was... odd. Jumping over the lava pit (she was a rabbit), Bianca cautiously approached the gem. Just a light tap. Lifting her finger, she gently laid her palm against the gem's surface.

Bad idea.

Dark purple electricity shuttered out of the gem, shocking her hand. Frightened, Bianca backed off and watched as the lightning danced around the gem. She cocked her head to the side. Interesting. She shouldn't be all that surprised. The witch did have a lot of potentially doom-day causing artifacts lying around. She'd come back to this later. For now, she had some studying to do. Not like its anything important.

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"For the last time, there are no free refills. Now please, go away, if you will."

"Sir, you don't understand-" The diode spoke in a coarse voice.

"Oh, I think I do understand. You're trying to swindle me out of my good, hard earned, money. ME. An honest, fair, noble bourgeoisie. How dare you sir. How dare you!"

"But I'm literally dying of thirst..."

"Maybe you shouldn't have left Hurricos in the first place." Moneybags huffed condescendingly. He didn't have time to deal with this commoner's concerns, he had a business to run. Selling fake artifacts (and refreshments!) to Desert Ruins' treasure hunters wasn't an easy gig.

"Please..." The tiny diode begged before collapsing into a fit of coughing.

The bear rolled his eyes. "Oh, how dramatic. Now, please go." He turned around, returning to dusting off various knick knacks he had discovered in the sand. He planned to mix and match them together, and then put down some hieroglyphic jibber-jabber. Those fool treasure hunters would be swindled out of their money in no time! He felt giddy just thinking about it!

In his giddy anticipation he blindly reached for a random rock to glue onto his latest "masterpiece". So it came as quite a shock when the rock he picked up shocked him.

"YEEOW!" He screamed (rather like a little girl) and jumped around, sucking on his wounded finger. In the process he knocked over several bottles of water, items that the tiny little diode happily picked up and scurried away with. "What?" The fumbled, catching a glimpse of the theft. "THIEF! THIEF! I HAVE BEEN SWINDLED!"

When no intrepid adventurer came to his aid, he sighed in disappointment. "Hmmph. Some law enforcement. What's the use of having a Chief of Police if he's not going to do anything about this realm's crime rate? You can guarantee I'm going to have a chat with that purple lizard. Yes, oh yes indeed!" He ranted, to no one in particular. "Now, where was? Oh yeah..." He looked back at the rock (upon closer inspection it was a gem of some sort) that had so rudely shocked him. It was jet black, and purple electricity surrounded it, cackling furiously.

"Well this is curious. I'm sure those treasure hunters are going to pay a lot for this one. Ohhh yeahhh, I'll be swimming in money!" The pompous ursine collapsed into another giddy fit of laughter.

The gem, while its current "owner" was busy giggling, began to grow. And grow. And grow some more. It grew until it began to break through the small shop's ceiling and its electricity began to repeatedly shock Moneybags.

"What the deuce?" The bear cried in pain and revulsion. He clumsily lifted himself over the counter and scurried out of his own shop.

"Oh dear..."

The last thing he saw before black out was his shop exploding in a burst of lightning and a monstrous red dragon streaking into the air.

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So what'd you think? I know its all a bit obscure right now, but as the story progresses all shall be revealed. BTW, there's gonna be some pretty obvious Hunter/Bianca and hints (just hints in this fic!) of Spyro/Elora. REVIEW, IT MAKES ME HAPPY!