Gales of Fire: Frontier

by DrBlowhole1

A present-day soldier of the U.S. navy, Trent, thought that fighting for his country in Afghanistan couldn't be any worse. This all changes when he is abducted by an alien race and somehow transported into Spyro's world where he must fight. As a dragon.

1. Prologue: Disaster Strikes

GALES OF FIRE: [FRONTIER]

By: DarkLightEternal549

PROLOGUE: Disaster Strikes
New York, New York; September 11, 2001: 8:46 a.m.

It was a busy day in New York City. What could have been going on that was making this place so lively today?

11-year-old Trent Carson was at the side of his mother down the road from the large building that was known as the World Trade Center. Two large towers of buildings made up this spectacular landmark that his father worked at every Monday to Friday. To Trent, it was the most spectacular thing he had every seen his entire life. He wanted to grow up to work there just like his dad.

Normally, his parents would never let him come with them on the job, but today was different. Today was Bring-Your-Kid-To-Work-Day. He wasn't in school; they had a parent-teacher conference today. Today was just himself, dad, and a giant stack of filing paper.

"Come along now, Trent. You're father is waiting," said his mother, who was just dropping him off.

Trent looked at the tall man standing in front of the entrance to Tower 2. He had a deep grin on his face and his hand was waving miraculously to his son in joy.

Trent looked up at his mom in anticipation. He turned back to his father and walked toward him. His mother followed behind him.

"Hey, sport! You ready for a big day?" asked his father. "Did you bring a pencil to right all of my directions down?"

Trent nodded. "Yes, father." He reached into his pocket and gasped as he saw that there was nothing in it. He looked around himself and stopped when he saw his pencil lying on the sidewalk a few meters away.

His mother looked at his father with a quizzical look. She turned back to watch her son as he walked over to retrieve his pencil.

Trent reached down and grabbed his pencil. He held it up in excitement to his father. Just as he did this, he could have sworn he felt a gush of wind blow past him. A loud engine began to buzz through the air.

Trent looked up to see what it was and immediately regretted it. To his shock, several human beings were flinging themselves from a passing airplane and falling to their dooms. Why would they do such a thing?

Then a loud bang was heard as the airplane fell from the sky and crashed into the street a few blocked away.

Trent gasped and looked up at Tower 2 as fire and debris rained down amongst the disaster. His next instinct was to look at his parents, but just as he did, the tower's base gave away and crumbled down, covering the entire road ahead of him with debris, just barely missing himself.

Then the first tower collapsed.

Trent stepped back from the disaster. He couldn't believe his eyes as several news stations, ambulances, and civillians rushed over to the scene. All of the disaster and her made him freeze in his place.

A black-haired man in an ambulance suit rushed over to the paralyzed Trent. "ARE YOU ALRIGHT? ARE YOU HURT?"

A tear brushed down Trent's face as the man picked him up off his feet and carried him over to an ambulance to have him checked for any injuries.

"Don't worry, we'll help you," said a red-haired woman as they slowly began to close the ambulance doors, trapping him inside.

But just before they locked him in, he managed to see one last thing out of the corner of his eye. In the alley outside, was a cloaked, shadowy figure. And it was watching him.