Chapter 1: Heaven nor hell

"I've probably made more mistakes than anybody. But I don't dwell on them. I don't expect people to understand me, because I'm pretty complex, and I think outside the box with everything I do. I've always taken the un-traveled path. Obviously, people have their opinions, but I can't get too wrapped up in that, because I know what I can do and I know what kind of person I am. And I have no control over what anybody says about me. I'm 'Mr. Personality'. But, obviously, I can't take that seriously. I know in my heart that if I do the absolute best I can do, maybe ten years from now, people may turn around and say, 'He wasn't that bad.'"

Yngwie Malmsteen(1963-...)

Malefor had experienced a lot of bad happenings throughout his life, but this day was beating all the others. What had he done wrong to deserve this? He had only tried to save the world. To make a better place for every living being the name worthy. He did his absolute best, but it wasn't enough apparently. Years and years of planning and working, gone. Disappeared in a cloud of shattered dreams and destroyed hope.

All the deaths were for nothing. All the blood was spilled for a lost cause. All the tears, the shattered families, the revenge seeking friends, useless. Nothing could repair their pain. Nothing could help them. They were lost. They were left behind, alone in their endless stream of sorrow and despair. And it was all his mistake. He was the cause of all this . But he wasn't the bad guy in this story, he knew that one for sure. He had used his whole body, life and mind to fulfill the destiny of the purple dragon. His whole existence was dedicated to his one mission, his one purpose in life. He had given everything he had, only to see it being destroyed by a small teenage dragon.

Spyro.

Malefor couldn't comprehend why this little dragon would try to destroy him. He was the oldest purple dragon for Ufillas's sakes. He had ten times more wisdom and life-experience then this sorry excuse for a purple dragon, and still, he had been defeated. It wasn't Spyro's doing however. Off all things, the ancient spirits themselves dragged him to his defeat. He had fought back with all his might, but to no avail. Instead of honoring him for his work and dedication, he had been sealed away in a crystal, destined to die thanks to the high damage his body had sustained. And that was exactly what had happened today.

After all the pain and sacrifices he had made, he had finally been put out of his misery, to receive the highest honor in the afterlife. He would receive a legendary status and his spirit would achieve his rightful place next to all the other legendary dragons from the ancient times. He would finally get the power and the life he deserved and he would get the chance to rebuild the world like he had been destined to do from the day he was born.

But he would have none of that.

Right now, he was in a white void, easily recognizable as the room of holy judges. Here, he would get the final verdict about his spirit entering the afterlife or enternal damnation. The old purple dragon straightened his back and sat down in a statue-like way. His face emotionless and his body static, he awaited his fate.

But nothing came.

The minutes began to pass faster and faster. Minutes became hours and hours became days, at least he thought, not really knowing thanks to the lack any sun or moon. His waiting seemed endless, until his nerves couldn't hold it anymore. Still standing proud, he lifted his head to the sky and screamed his biggest question pressing on his heart.

"Why? Oh holy dragon lords, why? I have given my life and energy to fulfill my destiny. I have done everything I could. Please, let me enter your kingdom. My soul will never find rest if I am not allowed to enter. Please, answer me. Why?" No answer came in the form of words for some time, only adding to the nervousness and stress that the dark master was experiencing.

He kept standing proud and strong, until his nerves broke, and the dark master fell down, accompanied by a loud cry of despair, thanks to his realization of what the silence meant. Sorrow and pain came into his mind when he realized what kind of fate had been connected to him. He wouldn't enter paradise. He wouldn't get the chance to finish his work. Now he knew for sure. All the work and energy had been thrown away.

Useless. The only thing that would be remembered of him was the destruction he had brought upon the world, totally ignoring his good intensions. His name would be linked forever to the words 'pain' and ' horror'. His spirit would be doomed to inhabit this white void to the end of days, never entering the afterlife. This made Malefor's last piece of hope shatter. Now it was official, he had screwed it up heavily this time. There would be no excuse, no forgiveness and certainly no price. Punishment and death were his fate.

Although, that was what he thought.

After another limitless time of nothing more than crying and cursing everything except himself, a voice broke through the silence.

"Look at me Malefor. Look at me and tell me what you see." The purple dragon lifted his head, shocked. His yellow eyes had widened to their fullest, clearly displaying the blood in his eyes and the wet stream of tears leaking from his orbs. The dark master was reduced to nothing more than a crying wreck, and he was surprised that his endless path of pain had already ended. Maybe the Gods weren't as cruel as he made them out to be. In front of him flew a white ball of light, shining down on the old dragons muzzle. The voice, apparently coming from the ball, repeated his question.

Malefor could only blink dumbly. This was not what he had expected to see, but at this point, he was ready to do anything to be saved from the fate that would be his if he stayed where he was right now. Slowly, he replied.

"I see a ball of light, oh mighty Ancestor." His voice almost whispering. The ball began to morph and change until it took the form of a large fire dragon.

"I am the chronicler, but you will now me better as the old fire guardian and your old friend, Ignitus." The dragon said. Silence fell in the room of whiteness. None of the dragons said a word, until Ignitus broke the ice.

"What happened to you Malefor? You aren't the little dragon that I used to know. The dragon that used to play with me when we were little. The dragon that always listened to me when I needed to tell him something. The dragon that cried against me when the elders had punished him for misbehaving. I don't see that dragon anymore, Malefor. The only thing I see is an empty shell, filled with hate and death. You may be looking like Malefor, but you aren't him. Not like I knew him. You are what is left of him, a dead and hollow body, killing purposeless and dumb. But I know better than to judge just by the looks. I know that there is something left of the old friend I once knew. And you know that too, don't you?"

Malefor lowered his head. He knew that his deeds were horrible and unforgivable, and he knew that he would never convince Ignitus of his good intensions. He wouldn't believe him anyway. Hell, he didn't believed himself most of the time, but the low and dark voice of the dark element had always whispered soothing words in his head. Words to justify his deeds, to claim his killings as necessary. Now, there was nothing that would tell him to go on. The evil had died with his physical body, taking its sorry excuses with it, leaving Malefor behind to deal with the punishment and guilt.

Guilt.

Another thing that he hadn't experienced since the dark element had taken over, but now, it began to creep inside his head, accompanied by screams and howls of dying dragons and animals, crushing his very soul. Malefor began to tremble and now, his physical body began to bleed and hurt, destroyed by the physical embodiment of guilt and all the deaths he had caused. Ignitus could only look with sadness at the screaming and crumbling form of his old friend.

"My dear Malefor, the elders may have given up on you, but I haven't. I give you one last chance to become the person I once knew. Are you prepared to get a new chance?" he asked, looking away from the scene in front of him, tears coming to his eyes. It was too much to look at.

"Yes. Yes, I will do anything. Please don't let me die here. Not like this!" the former dark master screamed, blood leaking out of his eyes, mixing with the wet tears of pain and despair.

"I will do anything to stop this pain. Please Ignitus. Please…"

Ignitus nodded. He knew that his old friend would do anything.

" Good, but know that your new path will be filled with pain and sorrow. You will be reborn as one of the countless eggs you destroyed the day that I saved Spyro's egg. You will replace one off the many lives that never hatched. Another dark master will rise and you will experience just the same as the dragons that hatched under your control. You will be….." but before Ignitus could end his explonation , he was interrupted by the screaming Malefor.

"Just do it!"

Ignitus sighed again, before lifting his paw at the purple dragon. His bleeding body began to fly , before it disappeared in a flash , leaving Ignitus alone in the room.

Goodbye, Malefor. I hope we will meet again as friends. May your new live be better than the one you left behind."

Another tear fell down.

"Goodbye friend."

15 years earlier. Attack on the egg-building.

A small black egg began to tremble and crack, showing that it was ready to hatch. The egg shivered and shook, until, with a powerful crack of last resistance ,it broke open, revealing the hatchling that was inside. A small dark purple dragon head peaked out , looking around curiously. It head six horns on its head and a pink underbelly. The only weird thing about it, where its yellow slitted eyes. It looked around frantically, searching for something to recognize, until it saw another egg, identical to the one that just hatched .The egg cracked too until it shattered only seconds later. A small dark purple dragoness climbed out of shell. The other dark purple dragon could only gasp at seeing this hatchling. " Cynder ?" it asked in a high pitched voice. Its eyes widening, it placed a paw over its mouth. The baby Cynder looked over to the reincarnated Malefor, before a smile formed on her young face. She crawled over the newly hatched Malefor , before hugging him tightly.

"Sister" she mumbled.

Malefor felt a heavy feelling in his just hatched baby stomach. Looking down to his body he had to quickly change that to a her. His body was identical to Cynders, except for his eyes. With the speed of an Australian train, it hit her.

" I am reborn as Cynder's twin?" she tried to say, but the only thing that came out was a childish mumbling. Before she could say more, a large bat came down on her young head knocking her out. Seconds later, Cynder was knocked out too. Gaul picked their bodies up from the ground. He chuckled while carrying both hatchlings to their doom.

" The dark master Tenebris will be pleased with this hatchlings. They are perfect for corruption. Weak and young minds." He mumbled, smiling cruelly. But no one saw the red fire dragon that was looking from behind a pillar to the whole scene. He had just saved a purple egg, but he came too late to save the twins that were just carried away. But he swore that, if he would ever find them again, he would save them. And he couldn't let the idea go that he had seen those yellow eyes before. He didn't knew where but he couldn't let it go. Ignitus shook his head before sneaking back to the other guardians.

This is just something that came to me in a dream and I couldn't let it go, so I decided to write it down. And here it is. For everyone who is intersted for this story, updates will be slow. I want to make this into a quality story, so I will take my time with writing chapters for this one. And I have my other stories to update too, so dont expect another chapter immediatly. I hope everyone likes this and to see you next time. Please read and review. Ideas are respected through PM's and reviews. Follows are highly appreciated. Bye.

Update 5/03/2017: I replaced the word God with a random name after one of my readers pointed out that in the Spyro series, they do not mention any form of religion. I decided to create my own religion with Gods and all to fit this story better. It wont play a big part in the story, apart from some brief mentionings. The names of the Gods will be the names of real people, if there are history freaks like me in my audience , you can search them up on Wiki or something like that.( Ufillas is a historical person.) Anyway, I hope you enjoy everything from this point forward.

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