Author's Note:

Hello again, I'm back again to bring the pain with another ridiculous story that will either make you tear your hair out at all the horrible typos, or scar you for life with it's horrible dribble I call prose, or sometimes even both!

And those ones... are the special ones...

We're going back into the realms of "humans to dragons" again, (for the third time if you count Remember Me and Legend of Zane as such. ) No I'm not going to go into the rant about the reputation of this premise again. I've already said my piece on this subject in the author's notes of "A Tale of Four Friends" and it can still be found there.

But also once again, I'm gonna do this a bit differently. Because when do I ever do things normally? Normal is boring, I'd tell you how this is but you'll see... you'll see...

I would like to thank one Draconic Starblade for helping me come up with this one.

Spyro the Dragon and all related characters are © Activision, which I have zero affiliation with, trust me Tony Hawk Ride would have never happened if I did.

I do however own Dwayne Reed

Lisa Reed belongs to my brother IIBiohazardousII

Chapter 1: The Girl in the Robe

"Yeah I know, look I've got it right here, I found a used copy for like five bucks... it's fine Lisa... you're worrying over nothing... I'll be back soon okay? Okay..." I said before hanging up. I bet you're wondering about that aren't you? Let me start at the beginning. My name is Dwayne Reed, at least, that's what Ms. Terrence named me. See, me and my sister Lisa are both orphans. No one has a single clue who the hell we are nor were we came from. Hell according to the government neither me nor Lisa existed before Ms. Terrence found us on the front stoop. Just left, abandoned.

You'd think with a past like that that I'd be super angsty, depressed, and all "f**k the world!" or something. But no, I was fine, granted, I dressed like a goth, and my long, raven black hair didn't help that, but I wasn't exactly whining about how "life is pain" or something dumb like that.

Why was I at the local game store? Well, my little sister Lisa loves Spyro, especially the Legend series. And for some reason we had both A New Beginning and Eternal Night, but didn't have Dawn of the Dragon. So I went off to the Mall to go buy it with some extra money I had saved up. She's about 12 and me 16. I was her overprotective older brother. Some of the kids at the orphanage picked on her, but since I was taller than most of them they'd go running the second I came running in.

I left the store and planted my skateboard on the sidewalk, I was a skater yes, it helped me relax when I was stressed, which was often. It was a nice way for me to get around too. I rode down the streets, doing random tricks every so often. However soon I came up to a staircase, I figured I could totally make the stair gap. I rolled up to it...

Nope, I missed my Ollie by a good two feet, and the second my board his the step I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs, cursing the whole way down. The game slid across the pavement as it was launched out of it's bag like a cannon ball. After writhing in pain for a few minutes I went to grab it but someone else already did. The held it up to me, intending on giving it back. "You dropped this." they said, it was a girl, I could tell by the voice, she sounded about my age. I looked up to see that she was wearing a hooded robe of all things.

I cautiously took the game from her, "Uhh... thanks?" I said as I took it. The hooded girl said nothing else, she just turned and walked away, I had noticed that as she walked, her robe revealed her feet, and they kinda looked like... paws.

Did I just meet a furry? Whatever, I dusted myself off, picked my board off the ground, and skated off...

I watched as he rode off on that board thing. He had no clue what he really was, I could tell, it didn't matter though, I did what I was sent here to. I reached into my robe and removed a glowing cube, it was what we mages used to communicate with one another. "It's done." I told my mentor on the other end.

"Good, now return back to our world, our friends will be there shortly." She said before I nodded and put it away. I couldn't risk attracting unwanted attention. Magic didn't exist here, and if they saw me with a magic object they'd panic... and I couldn't risk that...

Later...

I got back to the orphanage in record time, all the while I couldn't help but feel like something was off... what was up with that girl I ran into? Why a robe? Why did she have paws? I walked through the building, not paying much mind to the other kids. Just a straight shot to my sister's room.

I opened the door to find her on her computer, probably talking to her online friends. "Hey." I greeted tossing the game onto her bed. Lisa was a lot more brightly dressed than I was, with her pink shirt with black undershirt. Black jeans, and white sneakers with pink and purple trim. "Thanks Dwayne." She said snatching it from it's place.

I left her alone after that, and went into my own room next door. However I didn't get to stay there long as I heard Lisa call my name not ten seconds later. With a groan I walked back into her room to see what her problem was. "What is it?" I asked, not even trying to hide my annoyance.

Lisa pointed to the screen which had some weird black and purple vortex thing going on. "I don't think it's supposed to do that." She said.

I watched the screen for a while, thinking it would come out of it eventually, but it never did. "Must be scratched or something..." I suggested before going to remove the game from the Xbox so I could inspect the disc. But the second I did I suddenly felt something pulling on me. I looked to see the vortex on screen had somehow, someway left the TV and was now enveloping me and Lisa!

"Dwayne... what's going on?!" Lisa asked. What the hell made her think I knew?! We soon both lost consciousness...

Meanwhile... in a Realm far away...

I jumped as a I saw two books suddenly appear in my collection of many. I, The Chronicler, in charge of watching over these tomes, puzzled at the sudden appearance of these two books. This only ever happened if a dragon was born, but it was not yet the year of the dragon. "How curious..." I commented as I removed the two books from their place.

I opened the first, and was quite amazed with what I found. "It's impossible!" I exclaimed, this could not be...

No one but Spyro and Cynder had survived the temple raid all those years ago...

Later in an unknown location...

I groaned as I regained consciousness, I could feel the soft grass under me, however something wasn't quite right, my body felt... wrong... I tried to stand up, but my body refused to move, it felt really really sore, like I had pulled every muscle in my body or something. "Hey... are you okay?" I heard someone ask.

I mumbled something unintelligible, man even moving my mouth hurt like hell, I then felt something pick me up, holding me bridal style. "We should take him to Warfang so he can be healed." I heard another voice say, my vision was blurry, all I could make out were two blobs, one was carrying me in it's arms, the other standing over the first one.

The two then carried me off, what the hell happened? Where the hell am I? I wanted to know, but couldn't find the strength to ask them. God my body felt like it was on fire right now. "How is he?" the figure suddenly asked his friend after a bit of walking. "He seems to be in a great deal of pain. Do you think he was attacked by one of the husks?" He replied. Husks? You know what? I don't wanna know.

"Could be, those things are such ruthless savages, attacking a young dragon like that... I wouldn't put it past them or the dark mages that give them life." the other figure spat.

Whoa... hold up there... dragon? Dude, I am NOT a dragon! I'm a sixteen year old human with girly hair. How the hell do you mistake that for a dragon? I would have said this, but my body would much rather not move right now. All I could muster was a pathetic whimper. I suddenly felt a hand stroking my head. "There there little one, you're safe now." one of the figures cooed.

My vision began to clear a little, allowing me to see who it was that was carrying me, I would have screamed at what I saw, but that would require moving which my body didn't want to. They were two anthropomorphic cats, they kinda looked like long haired cheetahs with big pointy ears, weirder still was that I could have sworn I had seen creatures like this somewhere before but I couldn't place it.

And if the sight of these two wasn't enough to shock me to my core, then what had become of my body sure as hell did. For I noticed that I was now some kind of red lizard or reptile, with a black underbelly. I was also considerably smaller than I was when I was human, about the size of a coyote if I were to hazard a guess.

I wasn't moving much physically, but in my mind I was freaking out like my hair was on fire! How the hell did this happen?! Why?! This was wrong on SO many levels. I tried to move my arm to get a better look but such a task resulted in a cavalcade of horrible screaming agony, making me spurt more pitiful whimpering. "Easy now! Try not to move so much!" One of the cheetahs said.

You know, I wasn't going to argue with him, at least I had an idea of why my body felt like I had just tried to beat up Hulk Hogan. You'd be sore too if your body had just undergone ungodly genetic realignment! I just wish I knew how this happened. I kept playing recent events back over and over again in my mind trying to pin point when this could have possibly happened.

For some reason I kept thinking back to that girl in the robe. Did she do this? It was the only thing that even began to make sense. Maybe when my body stopped hurting I could ask one of these two if they knew...

Meanwhile...

My body hurt... it hurt a lot. Like I had just ran a cross country marathon or something... I tried to get up... but my muscles refused to budge. I opened my eyes to see I was in some kind of oasis. I could see the lake and waterfall from where I was laying. I also noticed something a bit less calming...

My body had completely changed, I was now a pink lizard thing. It wasn't until I saw a small bat wing drooping from my back that I pieced together I was now a dragon. That had to be it, this would be kinda cool if it didn't mean I was now a completely different species! How did this happen? Was it when the game Dwayne brought home exploded? How does that even work? I tried to stand again, it hurt a lot, but I managed to get to my feet, but soon flopped back onto the ground. I whimpered in defeat, completely immobile.

What was I going to do? I couldn't move, in too much pain to even stand on my own... four feet. This was a horrible situation no matter how you sliced it. I was now a dragon, in who knows were, completely helpless. "You seem to be in quite the predicament little one." I heard an old, gnarled voice say from behind me.

I craned my head over to see a cheetah man of all things looming over me, his fur was gray and slightly mangled. He wore a black hood over his head with green trim. A metallic paw print buckle holding it in place, and a staff clutched in his hand with a crystal ball of some kind on the end of it. "Wh... where am I?" I said weakly.

The cheetah let out a dry, gnarled laugh. "You really don't know do you child?" He asked me. Uhh... yeah that's why I asked you. "Oh I think you know this place quite well child... for you've been here before. Even if you don't remember it." He said.

What the heck was that supposed to mean? Who was this nutcase? He kinda looked familiar, like I'd seen him somewhere before but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "You'll find the truth eventually little one, if you live that long!" The old cheetah said before going into another dry hail of laughter. I would have backed away from the crazy old man but my body would much rather lay there motionless.

The old man then looked back down at me. "The husks will find you in time... and when they do... it may not be long before you find yourself amongst their ranks..." He said before noticing something and running off.

"Look!" I heard a familiar voice say, but just like the cheetah, I had no clue where I had heard it before. Suddenly I heard the sounds of footsteps on grass. I was suddenly finding it harder to move, I think my body was giving out... I was fighting just to stay awake at this point.

"Is she hurt?" I heard another familiar voice say to the other one. This one was clearly male, while the previous one had been female. I then felt someone checking me for injuries. "Not from what I can tell, we should take her to the temple just in case." The female voice said.

I then felt something wiggle it's way under me, then lift me on it's back. I was finally able to see at least a little bit of who it was that had found me. They were clearly dragons from what I could tell, the one carrying me was black, the other was purple. I managed to muster enough strength to lift my head to see the face of at least one of my rescuers... and what I saw... I couldn't believe it.

The purple dragon noticed me do this and walked over to me. Allowing me to get a better look, there was no denying it now... this was Spyro the Dragon. He looked exactly like he did in the games. "You okay? Can you move?" He asked me. I couldn't even muster a response, too shocked at literally being face to face with one of my favorite video game characters. "How does she look?" The other dragon asked Spyro.

Spyro looked me over again, "Her eyes are a bit glazed over, but she should be fine once we get her to Warfang." He said. The dragon carrying me then crouched down. "Wait! It might not be a good idea to fly with her on your back Cynder. She might fall off." Spyro said, revealing that the dragon carrying me was Cynder. I had so many questions running through my head. Questions I was too weak to even ask...

What was going on here?!

A/N- How did Dwayne and Lisa end up in Spyro's world? Why are they suddenly dragons now?! What are the "Husks"? Well you're just going to have to keep reading to find out!