Author's Note: Hello one and all to my first addition to the wonderful world of Fanfiction. Net. I do feel a bit sheepish diving head first into the Spyro fanbase without water wings but I am a rebel and never let silly things like logic or integrity get in the way of my fun.

I of course, do not in fact own Spyro or it's characters (if I did, Skylanders would not exist) All Spyro characters/terms/etc. Are (c) to Activision. This is a fanbased story (if being on "Fanfiction. Net " wasn't enough of an indicator) And will be regarded as such.

Events take place about a month after LOS: Dawn of the Dragon

And now...on with the show!

Chapter 1: Fun with Dimension Hopping.

Warfang- Noon

Hard to believe it had been a month since I saved the realms from Malefor. Over that month a lot of things had changed. Terrador had become the new leader of the guardians since Ignitus had passed on, a new temple was built in place of the old one that Malefor kinda destroyed. All kinds of dragons came out of hiding and moved into the city. However one change bothered me more than the others, Cynder.

Ever since I woke up from repairing the realms she'd been acting distant, I've tried to ask what was up but she always just shrugged it off as if it was nothing. I remember she said something before I undid the damage Malefor had done, but I can't remember what it was, yet I can't help but feel they're connected somehow.

I don't know why it bothered me so much either, it's not like Cynder was exactly the most sociable dragoness in the world. But for some reason she was actively avoiding me. She even threw a book at me once just so she could escape, it was a big one too, I still have a bruise on my head from it.

I've asked the Guardians but they weren't any help.

Terrador just said she needed some time for things to settle in.

Volteer said she still had some leftover guilt about the whole "Terror of the Skies" thing. But if that was true, why avoid me of all people? The one that was the first to forgive her? I would have asked Volteer but I didn't have time to listen to him babble nonstop for hours on end.

Cyril just told me to stop worrying and move on, basically the same thing Sparx had been saying over and over again for the past month. He also inquired why I was spending so much time worrying about one dragoness when I had hundreds of others all ready and willing to lay my eggs.

Yeah you're probably wondering about that aren't you? Yeah being the guy who saved everything that ever was and will be attracts a lot of attention. I have groupies, hundreds of groupies coming out of the woodwork trying to be the one the legendary purple dragon pledges his love to.

Thing is though I don't know any of them, and some of them kinda creep me out. One even tried to pluck a scale off my back. Ancestors know what she wanted with it, but I don't think I want to anyway. Cynder seems to be the only dragoness that isn't over obsessing with me, the trials and tribulations of a famous dragon am I right?

That brings me to my other problem, the constant attention I get, everyone in Warfang is always trying to get my attention or marry off their daughters to me or some other bizarre thing. I never thought I'd miss being the freakish giant purple dragonfly in the swamps. It was cool at first being heralded as a hero, but after a while I just wanted peace, but of course it never came. I've been a constant guest at the temple due to my unending effort to escape the hoards of fans. I've had to spend the night at least ten times.

Sometimes I wish I could go somewhere where Spyro the Dragon was nothing more than another face in the crowd, where people weren't constantly singing my praises.

"Why are you complaining? I would love to have swarms of girls flocking to me all day!" Sparx said as I told him of my plight. "Yeah you think it's cool at first, but then they sneak into your home and start rummaging through your stuff!" I replied recalling the time I found one doing just that, I had to use my earth breath to get her to leave. "Well then why don't you just pick one as your mate and be done with it?" Sparx suggested. "Because I don't know any of them, and to be fair I don't think I want to." I snapped back.

"I also find it kinda funny you spend all day complaining about being chased by dragonesses, and spend the rest of your time whining that Cynder keeps avoiding you. Make up your mind purple boy!" Sparx pointed out. Why did he have to take it there? He always has to bring it back to Cynder doesn't he? Sometimes I wonder why I put up with the little buzzing annoyance. "I don't know, I thought we had become good friends during the war. But now it's like she doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. To be honest she's the only one I want to talk to right now." I told him honestly.

Then Sparx's eyes went wide like he had just realized something, but this look of realization was soon replaced with a grin. "Ooooo... does the legendary purple dragon have a crush on the evil she-dragon?" Sparx inquired. "NO! We're just friends Sparx!" I insisted. "Me thinks the dragon doth protest too much." Sparx replied. I simply responded with a light thwack with my tail. "OW! That was UNCALLED for!" Sparx whined.

"It's got nothing to do with that Sparx, I'm just worried about her is all." I told him as we entered the Gaurdian's quarters. There Terrador was, alone sitting there, he noticed as I walked in. "Here to escape your fans young dragon?" Terrador asked. "Does he ever come here for any other reason?" Sparx replied earning a death glare from the earth guardian. "You know, most dragons your age would love to be in your position Spyro." Terrador pointed out. "Not when they're breaking into your house!" I snapped back. "Me thinks Spyro is a tad tense." Sparx commented. Terrador simply grunted in response.

"Sometimes, I wish I could escape from it all, just for a little while. Go somewhere where I'm not so famous you know?" I then said. "Sadly such a place doesn't exist Spyro, everyone in the Dragon Realms knows of your heroics." Terrador pointed out, yeah thanks Terrador, that helped. "I know..." I responded.

"Terrador! TERRADOR!" I heard Volteer practically scream from down the hall. He rushed at us clearly out of breath. "By the Ancestors Volteer what is it?" Terrador asked. Volteer took a few minutes to catch his breath. And then he finally responded. "I didn't think anything of it at first, but now...now I cannot possibly ignore, disregard-" Volteer began. "Volteer!" Terrador chimed in. "Sorry...I think the realms may not be as repaired as we thought." Volteer stated.

What? But I know I fixed the realms! It took almost all of my energy to do it! "What do you mean?" Terrador asked. "Little tares have been popping up here and there. At first I thought it was nothing. Just a little side effect of the reassembling of the realms. But then...this appeared outside the temple." Volteer said producing some kind of metal object.

It was cylindrical in shape, at least it used to be, it was kind of crushed. It was red in color, with the word "Cola" written on it in white letters. "What is that?" I asked. "That's the thing, I don't know." Volteer said. "What does this have to do with the realms stability?" Terrador asked. "It just appeared from some kind of hole, vortex, portal..." Volteer stated "Get to the point zappy." Sparx chimed in.

"This object, came from another realm, I am sure of it." Volteer stated. Another realm? What did he mean? Like, another universe? "How bizarre..." Terrador commented. "Indeed! Oh this is most fascinating! The possibilities of other worlds coexisting with our own! The things we could discover..." Volteer began. "Calm yourself Volteer, I think you're overlooking a very large problem. If we leave these vortexes unattended to, they could start bringing things far worse than simple objects, what if it brings a creature over? Or worse it takes someone from the dragon realms to wherever this object came from?" Terrador pointed out.

"Indeed...we should look into this to see if we can stop these tares." Volteer admitted. Seeming somewhat disappointed. "Wait, if that's true, then how come it's sending things to our world? How did the worlds reassembling cause this?" I asked. "My theory, is that when you reassembled the dragon realms, you unintentionally connected them to another world." Volteer theorized. "I'll inform Cyril, Spyro I want you to have a look around, see if you can find anything else unusual." Terrador stated. I nodded and went off.

"Well how do you like that? You fix the realms only for them to start smooshing with another one!" Sparx whined. "It wasn't exactly a simple repair job Sparx! We're talking about the universe here! There was bound to be some kind of hiccup!" I responded. "Do you even know what you're going to do when you find one?" Sparx asked. "Nope." I replied simply. "Great..." Sparx responded sarcastically.

We flew around Warfang for what felt like hours. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary really, maybe it was just a freak thing? However, I soon got my answer, a giant rip suddenly appeared right in front of me. I tried to avoid it but it was too late, I flew right in.

Meanwhile...

New Harmony- 3:48 PM

"F****!" I cussed. I died again, no not in real life, that would make narrating rather difficult, no I died in a video game, Legend of Spyro to be specific. Why was a 17 year old skate-punk playing a kids game about cute purple dragons? Oh nothing much, just me trying to take my mind off the fact that I was about to be plunged headfirst into the wonderful world of adulthood. I'm a senior in highschool, and the year is winding down to it's inevitable conclusion. The school is already breathing down my neck about college and whatnot.

So here I am, playing a game I used to play when I was in grade school, trying in vain to relive the days when my biggest worry was when Spongebob was coming on. Who am I? I'm Dylan Samuel Foutler, local skate rat and straight C student. My medium length brown hair had earned me the nickname "Mophead" form my peers. My longsleeve shirt had a skull printed on the front, complete with batwings and a little red crown on it's head. The sleeves having "Hail" printed on them in red letters. Simple blue jeans, and skater sneakers.

I wasn't exactly captain popular, but I wasn't exactly public enemy number one either. No I was somewhere in the middle. It was actually kinda painful how bland my life was really. But hey, it's better than being assaulted with pain and horror every waking moment.

So why was I letting growing up bug me so much? I mean, I transitioned into a teenager pretty well, I had my license and a steady job at the local supermarket. Maybe I knew when I graduated things were going to change and bigtime. Or maybe I'm just nuts, yeah that could be it.

I was pulled out of my lame introspection by my phone going off. I looked to see it was Zack calling. Zack Abbott, the local geek, his picture that showed up on my phone was of him in his Green Lantern cosplay, he was such a geek it was painful, dude could recite every line from Monty Python and the Holey Grail flawlessly. Would it shock you to know I'm one of his only friends in the entire school? Yeah, didn't think so.

"Hey Zack, what's up man?" I asked gearing up for attempt number 567 at trying to beat Cynder. "Hey Dylan, you do remember you and I are supposed to work on our US History project right? Where are you?" Zack asked on the other line, aw man! I forgot! "Dude I'm sorry man! I totally forgot! I got caught up in a game." I told him. "What game?" Zack inquired. Aw man, if I tell him I'm playing a kids game he'll never let me hear the end of it. "Uhh..." was all I could muster. "Well whatever it is it's gonna have to wait, the project is due tomorrow! I spent $30 on old 60's protest songs on iTunes and I am NEVER going to see that money again! Do NOT make it all for nothing dude!" Zack warned me. "Alright alright I'm coming, just don't thwack me with your lightsaber okay?" I told him. "I don't have a lightsaber!" Zack immediately said. "Dude, I've seen it. Yes you do." I said before hanging up.

Well Cynder looks like we're going to have to reschedule our little showdown, I had old sixties protest songs to write about. I grabbed my keys and headed downstairs. "Hey mom I'm headed out, me and Zack have a project we need to work on." I told her as I headed out. "Okay hun just be back before eight." Mom sounded from the kitchen. Of course I'd be back by eight, Zack's mom would make damn sure of that.

I drove out and headed for Zack's, I had made the drive half a dozen times so it was no real big deal. It sucked I had to take the backroads but it was better than getting into a war with late afternoon traffic. The drive was very uneventful for a while. I had the paper detailing our assignment on the other seat, we were supposed to pick a protest song from the sixties and write a paper on it and it's meaning. Man was I not looking forward to it. Nothing was worse than whiny protest songs from the sixties. Well unless it's modern pop music. No I'll stick to rock and punk thanks.

BUNK!

S*** I hit something! It must have been a cat or something. Aw man I probably just killed someone's pet! Knowing my luck I'm going to have to explain to two teary eyed children why I just murdered Fluffy with my car.

I got out to see what I hit, that's when I saw what looked like a portal of some kind right next to the front of my car but it vanished so fast I figured I was just seeing things. I slowly looked to see what had become of my car, the front was dented, whatever it was it had antlers given the shape of said dent. I then looked to what I had hit, it was purple, which was bizarre, what animal is purple? Then upon further examination I had found that my mystery victim had two yellow wings with orange wing membranes, a yellow mohawk of some kind running down his head. And a spade shaped tailblade. I just gawked at it for a second, no way in hell did I just run over Spyro the f****ng dragon! That's not logical! He's FICTIONAL! What next? I get tailgated by Mario? I touched the little dragons head just to make sure I wasn't losing my mind. But alas, he was real, somehow I didn't think my insurance covered video game character related accidents.

"HEY GET AWAY FROM MY BROTHER YOU...you...whatever you are!" A yellow glowing speck just yelled at me, buzzing around my head like a mosquito. If I was to hazard a guess, this was probably Sparx, oh joy, I got to explain to him why I just turned his best friend into roadkill! "Look man it was an accident I swear!" I said, still not sure if I was losing my mind or not. "You expect me to buy that?! He was just minding his own business when you came here in that metal thing and ran him over!" Sparx said bitterly. "I didn't see him I swear!" I defended myself, no way was I going to be chewed out by a talking dragonfly!

"Oww..." I heard, it was Spyro, he wasn't dead, but he clearly wasn't feeling his best either. "Spyro! Buddy you okay?" Sparx asked flying next to the injured dragon. "That depends, have you always been orange?" Spyro asked semi conscious. I meanwhile was trying in vain to make sense at what the hell I was seeing here. These two were fictional video game characters! What in the name of all that's good in the world are they doing here?! Am I dreaming? Hallucinating? Both?

"Oh you shouldn't have messed with my brother you hairless ape! Come on! Put em up!" Sparx said to me, putting his tiny fists up like an old English boxer. "Dude are you serious?" I asked. Did he seriously think he and his microscopic noodle arms could take me? I mean, I wasn't exactly Billy Badass but I could beat him by just flicking the bastard. "I'm tougher than I look pinky!" Sparx replied. This was ridiculous.

"Sparx back off, I doubt he meant it." Spyro said weakly. Uhh...not that I'm ungrateful, but I just hit him with my CAR, why is he so quick to defend me? "How do you know?" Sparx asked. "Because we just got sucked into one of the vortexes you idiot. I just appeared in front of his path." Spyro explained.

"Uhh...if you two are done, I'd like to get back in my car where things make sense..." I said slowly making my way to my car, but Sparx flew right in my path. "Oh no you don't! You hurt my brother! You can't just leave him here!" Sparx said. "What do you want me to do? I'm not a doctor! And I can't exactly take a DRAGON to the vet! They'd have quite a few questions!" I said not wanting anymore to do with my newest psychosis. "I'm okay Sparx, I just have a headache is all." Spyro said standing up. "Dude I just hit you with my car, most things tend to die when that happens!" I pointed out. "Really? Cynder hit me harder than that! The creatures of your world must not be very strong." Spyro said, clearly unshaken by being hit with a car. Dude was tough I'll give him that, however I did do some damage, he had a nasty cut over his right eye. "What is this thing anyway?" Spyro asked motioning towards my car. "It's a car, we humans use them to get to places." I told him. "You have to use these big metal things to get to places? Why don't you just walk?" Spyro asked. "Because this is faster, look I'd love to play twenty questions but I'm still trying to gather the fact that I'm having a conversation with a fictional video game character!" I said, earning confused looks from both of them. "What's a video game?" Spyro asked. "GAAAAAAH!" I screamed headbutting my car.

Whatever this guy was, he seemed pretty high strung. I'd never seen a creature like this before, he kinda looked like an ape, only not nearly as hideous. Then again that wasn't hard all things considered. Sparx was still mad at him, which made sense, he did hit me after all, but it was clear it was an accident. But I had more important things to worry about, like where that vortex had taken me. "Look, I can see your a bit out of sorts-" I began. "NO KIDDING!" the creature snapped at me. Causing me and Sparx to jump a little. "Anyway, I need to know, where am I?" I asked. "New Harmony." He said plainly. "Never heard of it." Sparx commented. It was at this point the odd ape creature began headbutting that "car" thing.

"Sparx maybe we should leave him alone...I think we might be freaking him out." I suggested. Clearly we were causing some kind of distress to this poor thing. "Why so you can get mowed down by another one of those "car" things?" Sparx protested. He had a point, while I had hurt far worse in my time, getting ran over wasn't exactly a fun experience. My head was still ringing from the impact. But what else could I do?

Suddenly...music started playing, it sounded weird, like a Frogweed stuck in a thorn bush. The creature then took some kind of black rectangle thing out of his pocket and put it up to his ear. "Yeah?...Hey Zack...yeah I was on my way, but then I hit something...you wouldn't believe me if I told you..." He said, clearly talking to someone through the object, weird. "Yeah I know you spent $30!...yeah I don't even know if it did any damage to my motor yet...okay fine I'm on my way..." He said before putting it away. "Look...I have places to be...so if you don't mind, I'm going to go back to my car where things are sane..." He said before trying to get into the "car" thing.

Oh no you don't! You're my only means of finding a way back to the dragon realms! I jumped into his path wings spread. "DUDE!" he objected. "Hey, Sparx is right, I can't just go wandering around here, and besides, you owe me for running me down in that "car" thing! You're going to help me find my way back home." I told him. "Oh yeah sure, just let me get my Tardis and we can go teleporting all over the space time continuum!" He said sarcastically, what in the name of the ancestors was a "Tardis"? I couldn't let this guy leave, I needed someone familiar with this world to help me out, I hated to do this to him, but I had to get back.

I inhaled. "Uhh...what are you doing?" the creature asked. I blew my earth breath onto the ground, trapping his "car" in the earth beneath it. "DUDE! What the hell?!" He asked. "You're not going anywhere unless you help me. Or if you don't like that, you could always just walk." I told him with a smirk. I knew he'd agree, I felt awful for doing this to a guy I barely knew, but he did almost kill me so I guess this made us even. "You're holding my car hostage so I'll agree to drag you around? That's diabolical! I thought you were supposed to be the goodguy?!" He blurted. I'd worry about how he could know that later. "You gonna be a good little hairless ape and help us?" Sparx asked. Clearly enjoying this far more than I was. "FINE! Just don't be disappointed when I get you guys nowhere okay?" He relented. I freed his car and we all got in, the inside was surprisingly comfortable, some kind of soft fabric lined it. "Just don't break anything okay?" The creature asked. "You have my word." I reassured him. He twisted some kind of key and the car sounded with a loud roar.

I couldn't believe this, Spyro the Dragon had actually held my car hostage until I agreed to take him along on a stupid roadtrip to help him go home, how the hell was I, a teenage nobody going to pull off inter-dimensional travel? "So were to first monkey boy?" Sparx asked me. "I have a name you know!" I snapped back. "Yeah but I don't know it so..." Sparx trailed off. "Dylan." I told him. "Really? Cause that's a dumb name." Sparx commented. Oh this was rich coming from a guy who's name was misspelled.

"Lay off Sparx." Spyro chastised from the back. "You'll have to excuse my brother, he hasn't exactly learned the art of tact yet." Spyro explained. I just drove, when did my life become a crappy comedy?

A/N-There's chapter one! If you have any suggestions, critiques, or if you just want to tell me my face is stupid then be sure to leave a review, or don't, it's a free country.

Oh and no flaming please! Don't make me get the hose!

This idea came from the fact that most Spyro based fanfics involving humans almost always involve some human kid who has a comically overly tragic backstory getting zapped into the dragon realms and somehow turned into a dragon (Because it's magic, we don't have to explain it!) Not that those kinds of stories can't be good because they can, but I've noticed no one ever does the reverse. (Spyro in our world) and when they do, the military gets involved and that's no fun. I wanted to try something a bit different. And if someone else HAS done this, well I won't tell them if you won't. *shifty eyes*

Update-7/6/14: Fixed a few spelling errors and typos (It's "realm" Foowd, not "relem") Why I waited until NOW to do this will forever remain a mystery.