Not so good of a start
With every story, a tale would begin on something lush and vibrant—showcasing the land in a very peaceful state. This particular story however, does not.
This story begins, oddly, with a death. Two, to be exact.
In the fields of the Artisans Homeworld, a scuffle was going on between a blue-cloaked thief and a giant purple dragon. Though, the 'giant' part may have been an over-exaggeration. Both the thief and the dragon were near the same height—which was small, though they had some excuse of them being young.
"Get back here!" the purple dragon yelled at the blue-wearing egg thief. "That egg doesn't belong to you!"
The purple dragon grabbed the thief's cloak top hat, showcasing a young child with golden locks and pale skin. The thief's head turned around, smirking at the dragon with his red eyes.
"Why should I?" The thief asked, attempting to throw his hand out—holding a beautiful oak staff that the dragon didn't notice earlier—and spouting purple fire to the dragon. However, he didn't manage to see the purple dragon blast it's own burst of purple fire back at the thief. The attack hit the back of the thief, allowing the dragon to land on top of him instantly.
"Alright Rex," the dragon stated, the former wisps of fire disappearing when his claws touched the scorched fabric. "Give me the egg, and you won't get hurt."
"Seriously? Sticking my name like a slur, Spyro?" Rex asked, his hair matted and slightly scorched. "Well," he quickly teleported out of Spyro's reach, not taking the egg with him. "I'd prefer to leave that to your precious Dragon Elders—" his magic shot out toward the egg to teleport it away just as Spyro jumped and brought out his front claws.
The purple sphere of magic went through the egg, and u-turned toward Spyro just as Rex pulled a small sword out and stuck it out towards Spyro's chest. The teleportation magic hit Spyro just as his claws pierced Rex's chest, causing the both of them to be teleported back to the egg's location. Both attacks struck the hearts of both dragon and human, causing a quick and sudden death of two beings. Now, the death of these two isn't the end of this story. Without the attempt of magic teleportation by Rex, the two really would have stayed dead. As magic is part of a living entity, the magic changed instantly around the two, keeping them within a stasis of half-alive-half-dead until the other dragons and humans found them.
It took a while for Rex to wake up from slumber, having a strange dream where he and that miserable dwarf dragon killed one-another just for a stupid dragon egg. Note to self: don't go after dragon eggs until next week. The thought to himself, half groggy from the sleep he just had. Once Rex decided to wake up, he felt a harsh soreness around his chest. Why am I feeling like this? He thought before opening his eyes, and found himself in the general parlour of the Artisans' Homeworld. "Wait…" he quickly said when his mind started working again.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Prince of the Egg Stealing Thieves." a giant red-purple dragon growled, coming into Rex's vision suddenly. The human screamed as soon as the dragon came into his view.
"D-Delbin! Please stop scaring the kid!" a meek voice came from behind the dragon, showcasing a lanky man with the dragon's colours—right down to the clothing matching the dragon's scales. Rex snorted at the meekly human.
"Nice to know that Mickey's still the lanky meek boy behind the growling idiot." he muttered, getting a glare from the mentioned blue-eyed weakling.
"Nice to know that the previously dead thief still has a terrible sense of humour." Delbin said.
This shocked said thief in the inside. The outside part of Rex made sure to keep a smirk on his face, though both Delbin and Mickey knew it was too forced to work. "Seriously? You think you can scare me with that preposterous idea?" He asked the two, reminding himself that he could get out of this situation soon enough.
"It's nice to see you awake." a elderly, more humble voice broke the staring contest between Rex and Delbin, causing the two to look at an elderly grey dragon right next to Mickey. He was lying down right next to Spyro, who now had a collar attached to his neck—the collar was silver with red gems, making Rex wonder when the dragon had decided to put that on.
"Is that purple mutt getting into his scene phase? Because I think he should find a better collar than that tacky thing around his neck." Rex stated, making the mentioned dragon sit up in anger before the elderly grey dragon stopped him.
"W-Well, I wouldn't speak when you have something similar around—" Mickey was stopped by a glare of both Delbin and the elder dragon, though it was too late. Rex was looking for a similar collar until he noticed his right wrist. A similar-looking bracelet was on his entire wrist, feeling like it wasn't actually on his body.
"What is this?" the thief asked, looking toward both the elder dragon and Spyro for answers.
In that specific moment, Spyro decided to speak. "Do you remember how that dream went out?" he asked, making the rest of the dragons and humans (that Rex noticed hadn't came in and attacked him, even though he knew most of them wanted him dead) start muttering to one another-causing a low murmur to occur in Rex's ears.
"How would you know about that—"
"That dream happened, Rex. All of it." the purple dragon said, making Rex even more shocked. But the dragon wasn't done. "The chase, the brief fight, our deaths. It happened, and your magic saved the both of us from getting killed—"
"No. I don't believe this." Rex stated, though the thought came more prominent when he had a bit of trouble getting up. "There has to be another explanation for it. My magic isn't strong enough to revive us—"
"And yet, it managed to preserve the both of you in a near-death state." the elder said casually, making Rex more freaked out than before.
"...I still don't think that is true." the thief insisted quietly, thinking over the implication of it. After all: his magic was meant to teleport the egg back to him. Rex didn't see it fizzle out, but he was entirely focused on the dragon that rammed into him to keep him from moving—
"The magic somehow reversed through the egg." The grey elder said, holding the very egg that Rex tried to steal. "I can still feel the magic within the egg. Or at least, what little residue that was made when the magic went toward Spyro." murmurs went throughout the Artisans' crowd, the other dragons wondering what he was talking about. Rex caught a few words within the crowd of spectators.
"Wait, are you saying—"
"The old coot's gone mad if he thinks..."
"There's no way that the kid's…"
"He's too scrawny to carry that much power!"
"But a dragon's magic becomes more powerful with a human…"
"I don't believe that this—this thief is the child that went missing last Year of the Dragon!"
"Astor, you can't be saying—" Deblin and Mickey started, but the elder dragon silenced the crowd with a wave of his paw. When the entire crowd quieted down, Astor started to speak once again.
"The dragon and human alliance was made to make sure both groups are living in harmony," he stated, making the crowd (along with Spyro and Rex, the latter of whom had never even heard of Astor's speeches before) sigh in tiredness and frustration of the sudden lecture. "The magical increase between both dragons and humans was found to be a common power of the humans. This increase helps dragons to access magic they never thought they could do before—"
"ALRIGHT! WE GET IT!" the other dragons and humans yelled, causing Astor's ear-aid to screw up at the noise. "JUST GET TO THE POINT ALREADY!"
Once Astor fixed up his ear-aid again (making Rex wonder where the heck he places it—as dragons don't necessarily have visible ears), the dragon elder attempted to explain his viewpoint.
"I'm sure most of you know what's exactly in front of us." he started after scratching his chin a bit. "Rex may be the adoptive son of the King of Thieves—the man only known as Gyre—but he may also be the missing son of Queen Helena." the gasps throughout the crowd, turning toward the young but beautiful red dragon outside the crowd. Her horn colour was almost a pure white—with her belly scales being a zig-zag pattern.
"But… but Lady Helena's said that she would need to see the kid before it's true!" the young dragon stated, looking at Rex with unsurety.
"Then we'll have to send the two off with you, Miss Dainty." Astor said, looking at her in all seriousness. Both Spyro and Rex looked at Astor when he said that.
"Wait, what do you mean by 'the two'?" Rex asked, recognizing that Spyro might come along. Astor and the rest of the dragons looked at each other awkwardly, before a blue scaled, white horned dragon came up to the two quietly.
"You should know, since it's the only thing keeping you both alive." the blue dragon said calmly, the silence broken with a sledgehammer. "The bracelet and the collar… are magical tethers to the land of the living." the blue dragon stepped back when Rex screamed harshly.
"WHAT?" Rex yelled, before being forced to shut his mouth thanks to Spyro. The young dragon motioned for the larger blue dragon to continue.
"Both of you were nearly dead. Your magic had saved the both of you from dying, with the cost of you two needing to be close to one another." the blue dragon said, putting a claw onto Rex's shoulder. "Your magic has to work on repairing the damage caused. Otherwise…" the dragon mimed someone on the verge of a cartoony death, complete with a tongue sticking out. Both Rex and Spyro looked to each other at that, before looking away from one another with just a glare.
"Lindar, please take Dainty and these two to the Fae Queen as soon as you can." Astor said, with the blue dragon immediately doing as he was asked. Instantly, a human wearing Lindar's colours came up out of the crowd, the man's platinum-blonde hair glowing in the sunlight. Quickly—the blue-clothed man wearing riding gear led the two youngsters away to Stone Hill's Portal, following his dragon and Dainty.