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I'm sure you've heard tales of purple dragons in legends and lore.
Purple dragons. Known for their brilliant violet shade of scales. For their ability to wield more than two elements. Their power over pure Convexity.
Over the history, they've gone by many titles. The Tainted. Balance Keeper. Doombringer. Savior of the Universe. Destroyer of Darkness. Or just Destroyer. Their roles seem to shift with the times.
Nearly four thousand years ago, the fifth purple dragon, Spyro, came along and vanquished the fourth, Malefor in a catastrophic battle that nearly tore the world apart. It goes to show one how this is a big event, two purple dragons existing in the same time frame.
Normally the birth of each Purple dragon is marked by an almost two thousand year interval after the one before has died. After Spyro's death, this chain was broken. Four thousand years, and yet there is no new purple dragon.
Then again, I guess the ancestors didn't think it was necessary with so many of Spyro's descendants running around.
Many of them have residues of the taint of Convexity in their blood, shown through their elements. Some even have a faint tint of that brilliant purple shade that marks the purple dragons.
Of course, I guess even the ancestors make mistakes...
They saw shallow glimpses of the future that led them astray. Visions of destruction raining on the descendants of the fifth. And they didn't realize they would create the instrument of that destruction.
And then I was born.
After nearly four thousand years, the sixth purple dragon came along.
...
And I was that dragon. Doesn't fate have a funny way of just shoving itself in your face?