If you know what happens if you lose against the Senechal, you'll know where I got this idea from.

After the great dragon Grigori was defeated. After the young Arisen, also known as Durgon, reclaimed his beating heart, his right to live, the world of Gransys was plunged into darkness. New, powerful creatures began to appear all over the land.

Durgon and his trusted pawn, Damien, had stood side-by-side, braving against impossible odds, watching over one another such as brothers would. After they had fought, died, and collected twenty wakestones, along with many to spare, Durgon alone had fearlessly jumped down the depths of the Everfall, awaiting his destiny to come.

It was afterwards when he met the Seneschal, and the mastermind behind the makings of the world in his chamber on the throne. After a brief battle to test him, Durgon was given the offer to return to Gransys and live a peaceful life, or step forward and challenge this god-like being for the thrown.

"The choice is yours, Arisen..." the eerie voice echoed. "Yours alone."

"Tis a simple choice, Arisen: Step forward, or retreat. Accept the quiet emptiness of a false peace. Of false life." said the Senechal in a mocking tone.

Without hesitation, Durgon moved forward. As such, friends and loved ones appeared before him, behind all of them was the Senechal.

This was a test of resolve, and Durgon passed it by slaying them all, including his loved one: Quina.

Then again, he already knew they were nothing more than clones for a test that anyone under Arisen would otherwise fail.

Facing the Senechal once more, he revealed himself as Savan, the Arisen before him, and as their pawns were summoned, Savan spoke,

"You stand now at its end, Arisen. See your journey through!"

And with that, they fought.

It was a long, grueling battle that bought out the best of both the Arisen and the Senechal along with their pawns. Mystic Knight versus Fighter. Fighter versus Strider.

But in the end, Savan and his pawn, being stronger, older, and more experienced, defeated Durgon and his own.

As he was blown back with a blast of magic, Durgon's sword and shield was blown out of his grasp, landing next to him. As Durgon laid on the ground, hovering just over death, Savan walked up to him, kneeling at his side.

"I've had high hopes for you, Arisen, but it seems that you weren't capable of besting your predecessor, and so your fate is changed. May our paths cross again in the future, if at all." and with that, a wave of his glowing hand caused a portal to open up right from under.

As Durgon fell, along with his sword and shield, his body glowed as he began to rapidly change in the blink of an eye. His skin grew into scales, his nails grew into claws, his teeth became razor sharp, his pupils thinned to slits, and he also grew great wings and a long tail. His armor seemed to transform along with him to accommodate his new body, and as he fell through the daytime sky of a new realm, blackness engulfed him as he passed out, falling, awaiting his new destiny to come.

And that's where his new story begins...

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Meanwhile, Spyro was idly walking through the Dragon Temple.

Since the old temple was destroyed by Malefor, the Guardians had to build a new one. The moles had happily agreed to build them one, and were following blueprints that had been left behind by Ignitus.

Now that the Dragon Temple was right in Warfang, the Guardians began to train and school the next generation of dragons, a lot of whom, Spyro himself saved as eggs in the past.

Spyro sighed. He was still obsessing over Ignitus' 'death', and still somewhat blamed himself for it, but Cynder had said that Ignitus had died for them, so his death wasn't in vain. Maybe he should finally put his mentor's death behind him…

"Maybe it's best to do something to draw my mind away from it. Hmmm... I wonder where Cydner and Voltia are..." Spyro thought out loud before he headed off to go look for Cynder.

He found the black dragoness idly walking the great hallways of the temple. She was walking with another one of the students there, but said student was about a head taller than them both, so she was arguably a few years older than the two. She had bright yellow scales, navy blue underbelly and wing membranes, 2 lightning bolt shaped horns and a bolt-shaped tailblade.

"Holding up well?" Spyro asked, walking up next to her. Cynder just sighed, but nodded in reply.

"Fine. Just bored is all." Cynder replied, turning to face him.

"Same here." the yellow dragoness Voltia replied.

"Well I've got the perfect solution. How about we all go out flying? Cyril and Volteer are out and Terrador's helping with construction, leaving us free to do whatever." Spyro informed, walking up next to her. Cynder didn't even have to think on it.

"Don't see why not." Voltia agreed.

"Alright. Let's go." Cynder agreed as Spyro nodded and lead her out of the temple. Just as they were about to open the corridor, Spark flew in, calling out for Spyro. Locating the purple dragon, Sparx flew up to him, out of breath.

"Sparx! Take it easy. What happened?" Spyro asked, what could've startled Sparx in such a way. Sparx was frantically pointing back down the hallway, but couldn't speak clearly from loss of breath.

"Something... falling... Avalar..." Sparx wheezed. Spyro nodded in understanding as he headed outside of the temple while Cynder was thoroughly confused, following right behind.

"What did he say?" Voltia asked, trying to figure out Spark's words.

"He said there's something or someone that crashed in the forest near the Valley of Avalar." Spyro clarified as they made it outside of the temple.

"You think it could be a dragon?" Cynder inquired. Spyro shrugged as he spread his wings.

"Let's find out." Spyro suggested as the two took flight and headed for the Valley of Avalar, Sparx following right behind.

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They felt and heard a massive crash as they neared the valley, and a few minutes later, they made it to the crash site.

"Wow... how far did it fall?" Voltia asked, being the first to climb into the crater. Said crater was shallow, being a few feet deep, but the fifteen foot radius still signified that whatever fell must've fell from at least a mile up. Spyro and Cynder followed in, wondering the same thing. They set their sights on the object at the center of the crater, and their mouths fell agape.

Within the center of the crater was a red dragon, clad in armor. His scales were bright crimson with a beige underbelly and wing membranes. His armor covered mainly the torso and forequarters with sectioned plating. It had a large, dragon scale shield on its back and a longsword strapped to his left hindquarter. He had spiked horns lining the back of the jaw, and lacked a weaponized tail. He was about Voltia's size, if not a bit bigger. His entire form was steaming from the crash, but his body, weapons, and armor remained in peak condition. His armor and longsword still had its gleam.

"Whoa..." the three muttered under their breath as they took his features in.

"He's hot." Voltia said suddenly, making Spyro and Cynder give her a look.

"Shouldn't we help him?" the yellow dragoness suggested in attempt to diffuse the situation. It worked as the two dragons nodded and proceeded to aid Voltia in lifting him out of the crater and with the aid of flight, carried him to the Dragon temple.