Hello boys and girls, yes I know, Alex has returned, I'm giving him another chance because I'm nice. I don't know what will happen to the legend of Jonah, most likely I'll delete it. I don't know what to do to be honest. Anyway, enough doom and gloom, enjoy.
Alex the dragon chapter 1: One weird day.
The white Isles.
The chronicler: Ignitus, idly read through the many books until he felt a disturbance. "What?" He thought as a new book he never saw before materialized in front of him. He opened it with his mind and saw the contents. "Well." He mused. "That's never happened before." He kept on reading. "Oh you poor soul…"
Alex Simon Jones.
An ordinary kid fourteen years of age subjected to the horrors of child abuse by both his parents, he hated them both. Life is cruel for this boy; his only joy was going to warhammer and therefore away from his parents, or playing all sorts of violent xbox games. Not the type of kid you'd expect to fall through a rift in the space-time continuum at two in the morning when trying to commit suicide. Alex thought he was either going to hell or heaven at this point, though he'd much rather the realm of chaos. Alex chuckled, this was like the wizard of Oz. He saw several images primarily two dragons one purple and one black. Who were they? They were fighting a big purple… thingy. Alex yawned. Damn he was tired. Alex closed his eyes and tried to nod off.
And his body was wracked with pure agony. The pain was excruciating. Alex screamed in torment as his body changed before his eyes. His body… what was happening to it?
"This is weird." He thought. "Technically speaking if this is actually happening then I'm on a one-way ticket away from mom and dad and I won't be dead. I'll make a note to celebrate later." Alex fell through the other side of the rift. He landed with a dull thud and knew no more.
Ignitus shook his head at this poor young dragon's fate. This young dragon just lost everything, his family, friends and his home. Ignitus wondered if he should do anything… he couldn't intervene directly. He wasn't allowed to. But he could help him in another way. This dragon had nothing to lose. This might be easy.
Alex woke up in a world he didn't know. He groggily got up, the tired muscles of his new dragon body straining with effort. He looked at himself in a nearby puddle of water. His body was a dark shade of blue, almost black, some patches were darker than others making a pattern resembling black fire. His eyes were still two orbs of royal jade, but now they almost glittered. Alex had stomach scales that were a deep shade of red, like blood. His two horns were thin and dagger-like. His tail blade was as dagger-like as his head horns, but a bit longer. He also had several veins that glowed red like James Heller when he becomes a prototype. To sum up; Alex looked fairly imposing. Alex scratched his head. "What am I doing here? I don't remember anything." Alex shook his head. "Oh yeah, I fell through a portal and now I'm god knows where." Alex scratched his head, allowing the situation to sink in. finally he sprang up and punched the air in triumph. "WOOHOO, NO MORE BEATINGS FROM MY DAD!"
"Helo? Wyt ti'n gallu clywed fi Alex?" Alex jumped into the air.
"Whose there?" He asked in shock, and inadvertently in his welsh language.
"I'm afraid I cannot say my true name, so you will know me as the Chronicler. I am aware of your situation and I can direct you so you may find help." Alex relaxed a bit.
"Why are you talking to me in welsh?"
"I thought you only understood… welsh." He changed back to English. "That better?"
"Yeah."
"Good, now that I have your attention, as I said I intend to help you. What happened to you doesn't and probably will not happen to any other dragon. You must find an individual named Spyro. He lives in a large temple that floats around fifty meters of the ground. It is held in place by a pillar of stone. I will send you the knowledge on how to get there." Alex suddenly felt this… tugging sensation. It was weird, like he wanted to go there. Alex began to walk in the direction of the tugging sensation.
"Will I know this place when I see it? Floating temples don't seem normal." He thought to himself.
Spyro walked through the temple at a leisurely pace, he didn't have much to do. Well, there was trying to tell Cynder that he loved her, failing miserably and then smash his head against the wall regretting trying for the thousandth time. Spyro shook his head sadly. Why couldn't he tell her those three simple words? It was frustrating. And Sparx's constant taunting on the matter didn't help that much. Spyro wished something else would happen so he could quietly work up the courage to at least ask Cynder out. Little did he know that he was going to get his wish a lot sooner than he first thought.
Alex walked through the forest briskly, he tried to contact this… Chronicler, he was telepathic right? But he never answered. Ah, well. Alex shrugged and continued. He still had that nagging sensation. Alex groaned as his legs began to buckle beneath him. There must be a quicker way than this. Alex looked at his massive wings; the skin membranes were the same colour as his underbelly, and the wingspan was longer than his body nose to tail. Alex flapped once; nothing. He tried again with a bit more force; a bit more lift. Alex leapt into the air and powerfully beat his wings. Alex closed his eyes reading himself for the inevitable impact.
Crash!
"Ow…" Alex picked himself up. "Fine, I'll freaking walk you traitors." He grumbled at his wings. As it turned out, the walk wasn't as long as he thought. He was at the pillar before one could sing shoot to thrill by AC DC. The tune was still in Alex's head. "Now then." He looked up at the pillar. "Climbing time." He grabbed onto any cracks and chinks he could find and quickly ascended. Quicker than he usually did. Odd.
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When the assassin came, he came without warning. The assassin was a small but very deadly ape. He leapt over the guardians despite the numerous elemental attacks sent his way; he dodged past them with graceful ease. But the assassin wasn't on a search and destroy mission, he had other orders.
"Kidnap the black dragon; Cynder. She will be a useful commodity in our plan to resurrect the great one." That was his orders. He didn't like them though.
"I'm a killer, not an errand boy!" He fumed. But still… a jobs a job. And who knows? He might kill the purple dragon, now that will be fun. The assassin made his stealthy way through the many conjoining corridors of the temple. The traitor bitch's room was… there. But that green guardian's also there. "Hmm." The assassin got an idea; he picked up a small pebble and flung it so it would land behind the earth guardian. He turned, now or never. The assassin leapt and smashed the pommel of his knife onto the guardian's head. He went down without a sound. The killer sneaked into Cynder's room and was greeted by a blast of shadow. The assassin leapt up and over Cynder and placed a cloth over her mouth. Cynder struggled at first but she finally went limp, too easy. And to think that these dragons destroyed the dark master. Pathetic. The assassin hauled the traitor onto his back and made his way back to his dreadwing. The trip was relatively peaceful… until he reached the LZ. Where was his dreadwing? The assassin huffed, useless things.
"Hey, you! Give Cynder back!" The assassin turned. It was Spyro, the legend. He dropped Cynder and began to clap sarcastically.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the purple dragon of legend. This will be fun." The assassin stepped into a battle crouch so did Spyro. They didn't notice the grunting noise behind the assassin. "You will die here Spyro the dra—"
He was standing next to the pillar that kept the temple in place, there were several steel ropes that connected the pillar with a massive eight meter hole in the temple. A small, midnight blue paw with a thumb popped over and grabbed the assassin's ankle and yanked. The assassin fell screaming to his death and Alex pulled himself up onto the ledge. Cynder was flung into the air and Spyro caught her. Cynder woke up and Alex's first sight was to see Spyro and her kissing. Romance wasn't his strong spot. He shook his head at the time he asked out a girl at sixth grade. That was a nightmare. Alex shivered at the humiliation, but he was glad now; the girl got an eating disorder and… that was all she wrote.
"Err, riiiight."
His voice shocked the two lovers out of their reverie. Spyro fixed a suspicious gaze at the newcomer.
"Who are you, why are you that colour and what do you want from us?"
"Erm, my name's Alex, I have no idea what's the relevance? And I'm looking for a bloke named Spyro, d'ya know him?" Two dragons; one an electric yellow the other a light icy blue charged in. The yellow one opened his mouth and spoke a torrent of… something. Only after he slowed down his rant did Alex notice that he was speaking fast forward English.
"Whathappened?Whereistheassassin?Whosthis?Wheredhecomefrom?" Alex waved his paws in the air.
"Whoa, whoa slow down, slow down." The assassin who nearly fell to his death was trying to climb over the ledge to get back in the fight, only to have Alex's tail blade slap him in the face. He fell again, screaming. Alex looked down the ledge. "Sorry guys but you're gonna have a giant pizza next to your pillar thing. Don't ask." The blue dude said something we were all thinking;
"Anyway." Alex chuckled a bit. "Who are you?" Alex inclined his head politely.
"Name's Alex, I was sent here by a guy called the Chronicler, I'm not from this world." The blue guy's eyes went as wide as saucers.
"The Chronicler?" He said in amazement. Alex scratched his head.
"Err, yeah? Why?" Everyone looked at Alex like he grew an extra head. "What? I know nothing about this world, all I know is that there's a guy called Spyro who apparently can help me." Spyro stepped forward. Alex stood at the same height as the purple dragon, but Alex slouched a lot so he assumed he was actually taller.
"I'm Spyro." Alex nodded.
"In that case, I have no idea where to go. I doubt I can go home although given the choice I'd rather be stoned to death." Cynder stepped forward alongside Spyro.
"Why's that?" Alex's face darkened.
"My dad was a drunken lunatic. He beat me nearly every day. I intended to send him and everyone in my world a message. So I donated all of my pocket money to child abuse prevention charities went to a thirty meter high building and did the leap of faith. I was all but certain that I was going to die, but after trying everything to get me and my dad to get along I had no other choice." Everyone gasped. Alex's face remained dark. At this point more dragon teenagers bustled in. Two were crimson red one was a bright pink and the other was an electric yellow. The yellow one spoke in the same fast forward English that the big yellow dude spoke in.
"Whereishe?Wheredhego?Whosethis?Heseemsnice!" The pink dragon clamped a paw around the yellow dragon's maw. Alex smiled at the fact that the yellow dragon was still trying to talk.
"Zap, how many times; speak… slowly." Alex turned to the new crowd.
"I understood what she said miss…?" The pink dragon, who as Alex finally noticed was female, smiled.
"My name's Ember, this is Flame and Pyro." She gestured to the said dragons who stared at Alex's blue and black scales. Alex explained his situation again to the rest of the dragons. They gasped as well, except the Pyro who had with several fire-like marks like Alex's on his skin and a tail blade that resembled an arrowhead, who seemed slightly amused.
"I have nowhere else to go and though nothing will make me go back to my planet I will be in quite a greasy spot if I don't get any help." Cynder shrugged.
"Well you saved my neck, so you can stay here if you like." Alex's green eyes glittered slightly.
"Thank you very much, I won't get in your way. Oh and what do you mean saved your neck. The only thing I remember was grabbing something after I climbed the pillar." The others gasped.
"You climbed the pillar!?" Exclaimed Flame. Alex grinned madly.
"Hoo, yeah… I'm not sure if climb is the correct term though, crawling would be better phrase to be honest, I kinda pulled some sort of monkey down, was he a pet?." Cynder rolled her eyes. "I guess not then. I got up and then… I'll leave out that part for the benefit of these two." Alex chuckled. Ember's jaw dropped like a stone.
"No… oh no, no, no, no. You're not telling me they're… together?" Alex was about to open his mouth when all of a sudden a blade erupted out of his stomach. The blade unsheathed out of Alex's back and the dragon stared at the gaping wound in shock. The hidden auxiliary assassin leapt over his back and smashed Spyro aside.
"Sorry dragons." He said as he knocked Cynder out cold and flung her limp body over his shoulder. "But I ain't gonna fail the mission just because of this wretch who turned my ally into a pizza." Alex was still staring at his wound. Something wasn't right; he wasn't dying. Alex's vision blurred, his wound was… closing. This wasn't noticed by the dragons their attention was fixed on the assassin, who was mounting a dreadwing and preparing to leave. Spyro awoke to see Cynder being taken away from him. He was about to cry out something but what he saw next stole his tongue. Alex got up again, staring in shock at where his wound used to be. But Spyro's attention was focused on the fact that he was growing. Alex was increasing in size and a phenomenal rate. Wisps of shadow wrapped around his body forming black iron armour with symbols that hurt Spyro's eyes, he also had a pair of bracers each with a symbol of an eight-pointed star. In one hand Alex brandished a massive scythe and in the other a weapon that Spyro never saw before in his life. Somehow the growing dragon made Malefor look like a kitten. He was barely bigger than the guardians and Malefor was the biggest dragon Spyro ever saw. But Alex radiated an aura of wrongness. Alex seemed so unnatural that he was much more terrifying than Malefor could ever be.
Alexu'zar the daemon prince growled in anger as he gripped soul eater and strode forwards towards the one that dared to strike him.
Oh. My. God. From human to dragon to daemonic badass. Hmm, guess where I got the idea of a 'chaos' dragon for then. Quick quiz, who is your favorite chaos god?