Author's Note: This is a completed fanfiction with approx. 8500 words. I will upload one chapter a day. Many thanks to my mom for editing this, and to my sister for making sure it is fanfiction worthy. This is my first fanfiction, so no flaming, please! Please review! Disclaimer: I do not own Skylanders and I am making no money from this story.
Prologue
There has been a prophecy passed down from generation to generation, one about a descendant of the last good portal master concerning the day of doom. The prophecy states that the descendant shall be hated and feared by her first home, but then have a home of peace. Then darkness shall enter her life, and she shall become a person of war. All of the descendant's troubles shall start when the clouds become divided from the other.
Crystal's P.O.V., present day citadel
"You are learning how to sword fight well young one." My opponent told me.
"I only learn from the best," I remarked, smirking. I was training in the Skylanders training hall with my friend and mentor, Chop Chop. He tried to deliver a swift blow to my kneecap, which I quickly flew up to dodge. He growled in frustration as I threw a purple magic ball at him. It hit him as he tried to dodge and I quickly followed up with an undead spirit orb. As he tried to recover, I put my sword at his throat.
"Fine. You win," he gasped. I smirked knowingly. He had been training for thousands of years, ever since the ages of the Arkeyans, and here he was, being beaten by a woman who had barely even used a sword before.
"Same time tomorrow?" I asked.
"Sure thing." He replied.
I sheathed my sword as I left the training hall to go to the common room. The common room was a room where all the Skylanders went to hang out and get to know each other better.
As I arrived at the common room I wasn't surprised to see Hex there. She usually went there to be alone and to read. It usually didn't work since so many Skylanders went here regularly.
I knew she wasn't one to talk much so I chose a book on the history of the undead and sat on a couch. I loved reading about the undead. I never got a chance when I was younger, and for good reason…..
My thoughts trailed off when a small group of Skylanders arrived. That immediately got Hex to leave. The group consisted of Terrafin, Spyro, and my good friends Ghost Roaster, and Lightning Rod.
"Hey, Crystal!" Terrafin yelled, " We were wondering, what was your story? I mean, we know that you arrived with Ghost and that you have the powers of all the elements combined, but still, what is your story?" I suddenly got very scared. How could I tell them my story?! I mean, it's not as bad as Cynder's or as sad as Chill's, but how do I tell them that I caused a natural disaster fourteen years ago?
Ghost and Lightning saw my worry and decided to help. "Uh, she doesn't have to tell us if she doesn't want to," Lightning commented helpfully.
"Uh, yeah she does," Terrafin countered. "We told her ours, she has to tell us hers."
There is never a good response to that. This is definitely one situation I cannot teleport myself out of, he'd just find me again!
"It's fine; I'll tell you guys," I said. "It's only fair that you know the truth." So with that I took a deep breath and started.