War, war never changes.

Since the dragons discovered the killing power of the elements and tooth and claw, dragon blood has been shed in fights for leadership, ancestors, and pure psychotic rage. Purple dragons were the saviors during those times, most fought on the side of good until Malefor was the first purple dragon to turn evil. The armies of light soon fell and the dragon realms came under his control. In the early days, most of the civilians took shelter in an underground city called Warfang. It was here, you were born, it is where you will die, because in Warfang, no one ever leaves, and no one ever enters.

The Rise of a Savior

After Malefor wreaked havoc on the realms, mostly everything was destroyed, dragon civilization was crippled, the now bleak landscape has only one name, The Wasteland.

My name is Ignitus, my wife just layed a very special egg, a purple egg. Sadly, with little medical doctors around she ultimately died from laying the egg. We couldn't stay on the surface, it was too dangerous, there was little food and no clean water to drink, Warfang had to let us in. After days of dangerous travels, the hidden site of Warfang came into my sight. Hopefully, they would let me and my egg in, it needed to stay safe.

Ten years later.

I padded into the diner, for some reason my dad, Ignitus, left me a note saying to come to the diner. I had no idea why, but I indented to figure out. I pushed open the door to the diner and it was pitch black. Suddenly, the lights flashed on, and a surprise party had been set up.

"Happy birthday Spyro!" my friend Cynder yelled.

"Thanks Cynder."

I walked around and talked to the various guests, unfortunately, Flame was at my party, he bullied me constantly.

"Hey purple bitch, give me that present Cynder gave you." Flame said

"Piss off Flame." I simply said

"What, do you want to say that again bitch?" Flame asked.

"Yes I will because apparently you cant hear right, I said piss off Flame"

Flame lunged at me but he got intercepted by Warfangs leader, Terrador.

"Flame, go home, you cause enough trouble already, trust me you don't anger Spyro, he is a purple dragon,they are more powerful than your small mind can even imagine." Terrador said

"Yeah right, this bitch is wimp, he's not special he is just a fucking baby." Flame sneered before leaving.

Terrador walked over to my father, and started to whisper to him, I started to listen in on what he was saying.

"You must control Flame, he is going to push Spyro over the edge, you know how powerful purple dragons are! They can harness all four of the known elements, naturally they are adeot fighters, and they can breathe convexity if trained properly!"

"I know Ignitus, Spyro is special indeed, but he must control himself or he will end up like Malefor."

"Don't you dare say that Terrador! My son will know he is special dragon, he will learn to fight, but he will never be like Malefor!"

My dad led me out of the diner, I said my goodbye's, then left for my room. My dad followed me to my room and sat down on my bed next to me, he pulled me closer to him.

"Spyro, son, you are a very special dragon. You are a purple dragon, you can control fire, earth, electricity, and ice whereas other dragons can only control one element. Purple dragons are born only once every ten generations, so you are a very special dragon indeed Spyro."

"Why did Terrador want you to not tell me about my abilities?" I asked my dad.

"I can understand his concern, and he knows how Flame bullies you and his daughter Cynder, I've told him if Flame hurts Cynder it would push you over the edge, so he is afraid. So please son, be careful and keep your head on straight, don't go picking fights."

"Okay dad"

Six Years later.

"As far as I can tell you are a healthy young hatchling, so yes you have to go take your aptitude test, it will just tell you where you will work in Warfang."

"If you say so dad."

I walked out of my dads clinic nerves making me uneasy. Next to the classroom Cynder was being harassed by Flame.

"Come on Cynder just date me, im a charming guy."

"Go away Flame, you're an ass, I don't like complete assholes."

Flame lost his cool and hit Cynder in the face, she fell to the floor bleeding.

"Flame get away from her!" I yelled

"Well, well if it Isn't the "Powerful Purple Dragon Spyro" what are you going to do if I don't?" Flame taunted.

"Flame I would hate to wipe the floor with you, just leave Cynder alone."

Flame responed to my request by hitting Cynder again.

My blood started to boil, Flame was going to die. I launched myself at the unsuspecting dragon with claws unsheathed. I landed on Flame's back dug my claws into him. Flame howled in pain and tried to shake me off but could not succeed. Flame managed to hook his claws into my shoulder and pull me off his back. As I hit the floor, something primal rose within me, my senses became sharper, my reflexes quicker, a fire began to burn in me I opened my mouth and breathed fire. The fire burned Flames side as he continued to howl in pain. I pounced back onto Flame and continued to claw and scratch him.

"Please…please stop." Flame begged.

Blood coated the floor and walls, the smell of burnt scales hung in the air and mixed with the smell of blood.

I was about to go for Flame's throat when a giant green paw threw me off Flame. I quickly stood back up and saw Flames protector, Terrador. I examined my surroundings and saw a glimpse of my onslaught. Blood was everywhere, on the walls, on the floor, on the ceiling, and clung to me. Flame left flank was scorched to a dark black.

"Spyro what have you done!" Terrador boomed.H

"Flame hit Cynder an I lost it! He just cant be hitting people Terrador!"

"Ember! Get Flame to the Clinic quick! He needs to go quick, he looks bad!" Terrador yelled.

Ember rushed Flame off to my fathers clinic, he had multiple cuts of varying deepness, bite marks and his scorched side.

Warfang security came at Terradors call, they seemed to be ready to attack.

"Spyro you're under arrest for assaulting Flame." The two security dragons shot electricity at me. Both bolts hit me I fell to the ground convulsing as the world around me went black.

I woke up in a cell I stood up and walked to cell door and heard the rattle of chains and an uncomfortable pulling feeling at my neck. The cell I was in was small dark and smelled of mold. I layed down in the darkest corner of my cell and thought about Cynder. She was the dragoness I liked, I felt as if I attacked Flame in Cynder's defense. Someone was approaching my cell, I looked up to see my dad looking at me through the bars.

"Flames stable, but im more worried about you son, you left quite a gruesome scene behind. Terrador is deciding whether to execute you or release you."

"Why release me? Im a monster! I almost killed Flame. But the sad thing is, I wanted to kill him he harmed Cynder."

"I understand where you came from. But son, you are definitely not a monster, it was just protective instincts for Cynder, you really seem to care for her."

"I really do dad. Where is she? Can I see her?" I asked.

"Im sure she would love to see you, but you must speak to Terrador also."

"All right bring them both."

I sunk back into my dark secluded cell and awaited for Terrador and Cynder to talk to me.

(A/N) Well this is based of a dream on mine that I had and I felt it made good story material so tell me what you think of the story so far if you find anything that could need some fixing I accept constructive criticism well but please don't flame me I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of my new story The Rise Of A Hero