The World and Him

by Lilrose99

A few oneshots based on an idea I had once. What if the old and new Spyro games are more connected than we thought? What if the cocky Spyro that was known by those who played the first games was actually the new Spyro's enemy? Through the eyes of the world, we see just how the first Spyro became the Dark Master, and how the world is connected. (Sucky summery, but better inside.)

1. The World Welcomes Him

Hi! Lilrose here!

My new story is based on an idea that I'm sure other people have had at some point, but I wanted to write about it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the character of the world.

The wind shifted through the grass of the breeding grounds. Sunlight shone happily through the clouds as thousands of dragon eggs cracked and crumbled, welcoming new life into the realms. The adult dragons milled around the newborns, caring for their eyes which hurt from first opening, and their legs which shook underneath them.

This was a day of celebration, as no enemies had been sighted, and all the hatchlings so far were healthy, strong baby dragons. The Dragon Nannies fluttered through the masses, picking up the small hatchlings and carrying them to the nursery, where they would learn to live. The process was usual for this celebration, but something felt strange.

The Dragon Elders could not name it properly, but they felt a stirring in the magic of the realms. Something was happening.

Suddenly, the world grew still. The dragons present felt this change, and looked toward the nests. One egg was still sitting in its spot, slowly cracking open to reveal bright purple scales. The world seemed to awaken, a presense only felt by a few appearing before the late-comer. The egg burst open, a small purple male hatchling blinking his purple eyes and shaking the moisture off his tiny yellow horns. He stood uncertainly on still grass, staring upward to a form which only he could see.

A pure white dragon stood before him, no features to be seen and no true form to behold. It was a shifting mass of energy, resembling a dragon, but reaching out with pure white trendils of energy, picking up the tiny hatchling. The baby made a happy barking sound, clawing with small claws at the light that held him as the form examined him.

Purple scales shone with the residue of the eggs insides, glistening in the sunlight. A spikey mane of yellow frills ran down the length of his spine, ending at a small pointy cone at the end of his tail. His underbelly and wing bones were yellow, while the wing cartilage was a brown, leathery colouring. The white being seemed to smile and looked into the hatchlings dark purple eyes as he stared at it in wonder.

He perked up as it seemed to speak directly into his head, a soft whisper that became his first memory of it.

"Your name is Spyro... and I love you dearly."

Very short, but I'm just getting into the story. I'll write more later.