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Prologue

Dreams

I am a being that offers knowledge from history to my kind. I can see you have learned so much about us, Dragons, in Dragon Realm. Well done for that. But, you have not heard the rest of our history yet. As you walk on the second part of Spyro's path in the Fifth Age, some more will reveal to you. Continue with Spyro's story and see what it is you have not realized before.

The stars shine on the night sky and cold breezes swirl in the air outside the Dragon Temple, the Dragon's home. Spyro, the Purple Dragon, is curled up in a ball sleeping on the platform. He and the other Dragons he call friends, Cragen, Emberor, Aquadus, Boltor, Zephyrav and Groverge, made a great success of saving the Dragon Guardians, Ignitus, Volteer, Cyril, and Terrador from the clutches of the Dark Master, Malefor. Alas, Spyro's powers disappeared during his last battle and it would take some time for them to return. Ever since his last battle, Spyro had been having strange dreams. Some of them were the times with his friends he remembered and some of them were the ones that were unknown to him. He sees in them a great old tree in a lake and a scary-looking mountain with spikes of stone, green liquid pouring from the cracked holes, and two moons above it. Spyro thought of telling his friends but he had a feeling this is nothing serious and these dreams are just coming from his anxiety of his nemesis. Two weeks had past and they were still coming back to him and getting worst. His head hurts as they do. He still doesn't want to tell his friends. Stubbornness got the best of him.

Spyro was outside the Temple in the hours of darkness still looking out for Malefor, who was freed from his imprisoning from an airlock dimension called Convexity, if he will be coming here until he dozed off…again. Right now, his sleep is intruded by another dream. It is about the time he was facing Cynder, an adult black Dragoness who was the loyal servant of the Dark Master, more likely to be the puppet of the Dark Master. Like Spyro, Cynder was born during the Year of the Dragon at the Dragon Temple. The Dark Armies, Apes, raided the Temple and took her while she was in her egg. She was then possessed by the powers of Malefor, made to lead the Dark Armies. She was ordered from her master to steal energy from the Dragon Guardians including Whisperav, the fifth Guardian and, Zephyrav's mentor and mother, and bring them to Convexity so he could be free from the altar that was made from the old Guardians and the Purple Dragon before Spyro to imprison him and resume destroying the world.

In his dream, Spyro fought Cynder after she inserted the energies into the altar like he did before. When she was defeated, she was freed from Malefor's control and she was a young violet Dragoness again. Spyro took her out of Convexity when the entire place was getting sucked up from the altar.

"Spyro…" a deep, distorted, menacing voice calls as Spyro is leaving with Cynder. "Spyro…Spyro…"

He turns his head around to the altar where the voice was coming from. Then, suddenly, everywhere around him change. He sees the tree in the lake in the blackness and it disappears. Spyro is hovering up high far from the creepy mountain with the two moons, no longer holding Cynder. A shadow figure appears, flying out from behind it, heading to Spyro. Spyro is unable to get out of the way as the figure comes closer.

"Spyro…Spyro…" the voice calls his name again.

It keeps repeating and growing louder. Big glaring, full yellow eyes flash in his mind.

Spyro let out a yelp, his head lifted up and his purple eyes pop open.