Unknown's POV…
The handsome human opened his eyes to a sight he probably never expected to see. Incredible architecture covered the expansive stone floor he was laying on, but the normality of the situation stopped there. The stone floor on which he lay seemed to float in the vast expanse of space. Large planets loomed in the distance, close enough that he could pick out minute details on their surface while stars shone brightly in the blank expanses of space. A purple haze seemed to permeate everything around, creating a nebula effect in the distance.
"Where am I?" he asks quizzically.
"You are in our realm, Zachary," states a glowing white dragon stepping from a ring of similar dragons.
"Who are you and how do you know me?"
The figure smiles even though there is no change of tone from it, "We know many things, for we are the ancestors."
He rubbed the back of his head, "I don't know why I am not surprised. So are you some sort of god… or rather gods?"
"No, we just keep the balance between your universes, whilst gods only over see one realm."
"Wait 'Realms'? What would those be? Mine and… "
"Yours and the Dragon Realms."
"Dragon Realms? Care to explain?"
"I will try to answer as many questions as possible. We serve as a mediator between the two worlds. While each realm's gods simply work to record the history of the creatures on each world, we are in charge of how those worlds interact with each other. My job is to use my minimal abilities to maintain the balance of both words. While I may influence some events directly, most of my time is spent giving advice to people like you."
"Well? Shoot."
"You were summoned here not by us but by your universe itself, for it is a vast and complex organism. It has told us that you must save the Dragon Realms."
"That makes sense, the universe was born, it is growing faster and faster, and it will die. Now where am I?"
"The Dragons call it Convexity, your people call it subspace. Each name is accurate and incorrect in one fashion or another, but perhaps that is talk for another time?"
"Quick question. Why me?"
"That is hard to say."
"Well say it then. Give it to me straight."
"If you wish. That was our mistake actually. You see we keep track of all conceptions and determine which realm the child should be born into depending on what impact they are predicted to have. Unfortunately a new recruit was toying around in that particular room and made you go to the wrong realm and give the poor expectating Dragoness a miscarriage," he glares at one of the dragons behind him, who looks at the ground with an ashamed look, "You were supposed to survive Malefors attack on the temple along with Spyro and Cynder."
"So…?"
"You were supposed to be a dragon and you still are, at heart," says the ancestor as a swirl of energy envelops the human and leaves a handsome dragon with a very unusual coloring.