Part 1
The Meeting
"Breathe. Sparx, old boy, go to your happy place." Sparx said, as he and Spyro ran into the closest hiding place, a big cave. They didn't expect anyone to be in there, least of all what they found inside. There, in the cave was a huge creature, similar looking to Spyro, but red and orange with red eyes, and this one was much bigger.
"And I thought you were a big one." Sparx remarked. The large creature looked at Spyro and his eyes widened as he said, "You're... you're alive." Then, sighing and looking to the ground, he shook his head and said, "But, it's too late."
"What? You know me? Where do I come from? What am I? What are we?" Spyro asked, one question after the other, not even pausing in between each one.
"You mean... you don't know?" the large red creature said, looking surprised all over again.
"Does it look like he knows?" Sparx said.
"Why, you're a dragon." the large creature answered, "When you were just an egg, it was my job to protect you. It was my job to protect you all."
"You mean, there are more?" Spyro asked.
"Yes. There were. There were four of us, guardians. We had one job, to protect the eggs." the large red dragon answered.
"Uncle Ignitus, who is he?" came a female voice from the darkness. Spyro and Sparx could see some movement in the darkness, and they soon saw three more creatures step out of the darkness of the back of the cave. They were obviously dragons, too, but younger, smaller, about Spyro's size, and probably around his age. There were two females and a male. One was red with a yellow orange underbelly and claws. She had some yellow markings on her face, and had beautiful ice blue eyes. She had a gold collar around her neck, a gold bracelet on each of her front legs, and one on her tail. On the end of her tail was light blue spikes that seemed to shine or sparkle, and her light blue wings and horns were the same. The scales that stuck up down her neck and back were also light blue. Another was yellow with a grey underbelly and claws. She also had grey lightning shaped stripes on her body and small grey markings on her cheeks, and bright yellow eyes. On the end of her tail was a grey two pronged tip. Her wings were also grey as were her jagged horns and the scales that stuck up and down her neck and back. The third one was green with tan underbelly and claws. He had some lighter green spots on his body, and bright green eyes. His wings were green with tan inside. On the end of his tail was a brown mace. His horns, which curved back, were also tan, and the scales that stuck up and down his neck and back were grey and an almost stone-like texture.
"He's the purple dragon, Kalina." the large red dragon said to the small female red one, She was apparently the one who had spoken up before.
"No way..." the small, red dragoness said, looking at Spyro, her blue eyes wide
"I guess it is statistically possible that he's still alive." the female small yellow dragoness said, while the small green male dragon looked on silently.
"This is my niece, Kalina." the large red dragon said, speaking of the small red dragoness, "And this is Sara and Terran."(with this statement, he was speaking of the small female yellow dragoness and the small male green dragon) Spyro stared at them for a moment, trying to wrap his mind around this. There were three more dragons, just like him, more or less, standing before him. There was the seemingly snarky red female, the seemingly intelligent yellow female, and the seemingly strong, but silent, green male. And, of course, there was the very large red one. Spyro wondered whether there may have been more.
"Can I see it, where I came from?" Spyro asked, excitedly.
"No. The temple and grotto are overrun with the Dark Master's forces." the large, red dragon said. He then explained that they were at war with someone called the dark master. He and the other three guardians had apparently started to have the advantage, but then, a giant black dragon called Cynder, who works for the dark master came and took all the other guardians and turned things in the Dark Master's favor again. He also explained that he, Ignitus, was the only one left besides Kalina, Sara, and Terran, and that he sent Spyro's egg away to protect it.
"Now, Cynder rules all and I sit here wondering what might have been, what else I might have done." he finished. Kalina moved closer to her uncle and nuzzled him with her head in a sympathetic manner.
"You tell me that I'm some special dragon, and now you tell me that all is lost? I didn't come this far to give up that easily." Spyro said.
"It's true, the prophecy foretold of the purple dragon that would put a stamp on this age, but the prophecy didn't foretell the destruction that surrounds us now." Ignitus said.
"Well, I'm willing to try." Spyro said. Ignitus looked at the small purple dragon. Maybe there was more to him that he first thought. Kalina was unsure as to whether the young purple dragon was brave, crazy, or just naive. Just a few minutes ago, he didn't even know that he was a dragon. Now, he thought he could take on the dark master. But, she looked at her uncle, who seemed to be actually considering it. She then looked at her best friend, Sara, the smartest, most logical dragon that she knew.
"The odds are really against us." she said, "But, there is a small possibility."
"Isn't it better than just giving up? We've got something that might be able to turn this around. Shouldn't we at least try?" Terran said. He was never one for giving up, and he was known for being the strong and determined one of the group. He would rather go down fighting than spend the rest of his life in hiding.
"You mean you're actually going to go along with this lunatic?" Sparx said. Kalina narrowed her eyes and smacked him with her paw, sending him flying against the cave wall.
"Very well." Ignitus said, "You deserve to see your beginning before it all ends."
"He's telling us we're doomed. That's when I say, hey, maybe we should go back to the forest with the flowers and the fun stuff." Sparx commented, as the others ignored him and began walking.
[a/n]so, that's the first part.
