AlphaRidley: This is the first Spyro fanfic I've ever written, and I've only ever played one of the Game boy games so I will without a doubt get stuff wrong and I'd appreciate it if you could tell me whenever I do. I don't know how long this will last, but hopefully at least until #$%^&*()_ happens. Flame obviously doesn't exist in this fic because I know nothing about him, and unlike most people I'm not pairing Ember with him. Ember needs more love then just when she's paired with Flame, so that's why this was created, let's see how long this story lasts, shall we?

Prologue

You know those people who think going to another world when you die would be all fun and amazing? Those people can go jump into a pool of acid, because they have no idea how fucking wrong they are.

Oh, I'm sorry, I seem to forgotten to introduce myself. My name's Eis. Odd name I know, but it's my name and I like it.

So yeah, if you didn't get the hint, I died, not s horrible death, but not a good one ethier. At least I wasn't in pain when I struck the ground.

Anyway, so I came to some random world or universe or something and after being here for a week I wish I had stayed dead. I got reborn, no... That's not the right word. I was transformed into a dragon. That's sweet... Right? Wrong. Learning how to use a brand new body is fucking hard, take it from me. My first day here I felt like a goddamn baby, and the second day wasn't much better.

By the time I had learned to use all my limbs on the third day I was literally starving, and it took another two days before I was able to hunt correctly.

Oh, but that's not the worst part, not even close. Imagine having something your entire life, becoming dependent on this something; taking it for granted, then having it ripped away in a single day. Pissed isn't even close to how you'd feel, you'd be murderous; I know I certainly was. Now that I was no longer a bipedal organism, I had no use for opposable thumbs; that's what instinct and logic told me, but my brain kept thinking I still had them when I didn't.

This caused me pain plenty of times over the three years I've lived in this stupid world, but over time I forced myself to stop thinking like a human, and these incidents became rare.

But I digress, I'm getting a little bit off topic here. You don't care about how I survived in a new body, and I wouldn't ethier if I was in your position.

Another thing that really pisses me off is that I appeared in this place in the middle of a fricking war. If you're going to drag someone from the comforting silence of death into a new body, you should at least have the decency to place them in a time of peace. It's only common courtesy after all.

Lucky for me, it really wasn't that hard to escape the clutches of the war in its entirety. All I had to do was stay in a single place and hide whenever a group participating in the war passed by.

So I pretty much ignored the war and just tried to live the most comfortable life I could.

Now I know you're wondering why I didn't help a side in the war, like the hero or villain does in all those cliche stories that I'm sure we've all heard a few quadrillion times or so before.

Well... that's a simple question to answer. I'm not a hero or a villain, in fact, I'm not even neutral, because that implies you can be recruited to a side, and I ain't having none oh that. No siiireeee. I'm just a normal blue-grey-scaled ice dragon with a Turquoise underbelly and average sized wings with Teal membranes, four white horns, bright yellow eyes, a tail that can act like a whip, and a body that to my despair makes me look like a dragoness.

Yep, totally normal human being all right... Fuck you world.

Now I suppose they could always torture me to try and make me help them if they found and successfully captured me, but I'd probably just end up sabotaging whatever the hell they would want me to help with, then flee the first chance I got.

But regardless, I didn't help with the war, and I wasn't captured, so that line of speculation can be tossed out the nearest accessible working portal.

On another note, I still can't fly no matter how hard I try, and I also can't figure out how to use the breath attack things that I've seen several dragons that were fighting in the war using.

I'm practically defenseless against most predators and am not happy about it.

That's another thing whoever dragged me here should have had the courtesy to do; teach me how to be a dragon. At the very least they could've put a little voice in my head to help me along, but apparently they were too lazy to even do that... Screw you too.

Now I could bitch and complain about the things I hate about my new life all friggen' day, it'd be really easy, but I won't for the sole reason that ranting gets tiring after a while, and I'd rather not be here for the next three days listing every single reason, I'd be starving by the time I'd finish.

Anyway, moving on... I live in a decent sized clearing with a decent sized lake in the middle with decent sized fish to eat. Overall my opinion of it would be that it's decent. It suits my purposes and it's peaceful. What more could a guy ask for?

A lot, but I said I wouldn't bitch and complain and I'm gonna try my best to keep my word.

Whenever I get hungry I just dangle the tip of my whip-like tail over the edge of the pond, wriggling it around to mimic a worm or something, and wait for a fish to bite.

It doesn't take very long and within five minutes I'm gutting the fish in my claws and after cleaning it out, and filling my stomach with a dish I would have never eaten as a human.

It's still weird eating uncooked meat, but I don't have any way to start a fire.

My diet consists of fish, fruit, the odd berry, and the occasional bird/bird eggs that I manage to catch/find. Not a lot of variety in a world with dragons, needless to say I'm slightly dissapointed.

I have to go to sleep soon, so I suppose I'll talk to you if you're still here tomorrow morning whenever I decide to wake up.