Hello! I just got bored and posted this. Will definitely continue it due to background and originality. Regardless, I hope you enjoy.


My name is Fentus.

I...do not know what I am, not entirely. I do know, however, the struggles of my forefathers: their power, their pride, their shame, and their suffering. Many have forgotten them, including the Dragons. The Dragons of Old long since forgotten by their Decedents, for all their foolish pride. But not by I, no, nor the Apes. What others forget, we remember. What others bury, we bring to light.

I garentee that much I will tell you, uncover, even, are not the tales and legends you are accustomed to hearing-believing. Like the legends of my forefathers, like any myth, I shall leave it up to you to believe in my tale, or dismiss it as the ramblings of a madman.

What I will show you, tell you, will show the truth to many things: The Dragons, the Apes, the Chronicler, Malefor and the other Purple Dragons. In time, you will understand why we hate them, why we hate the Purple Dragons, and the curse they have created upon the world.

I shall be blunt, for I dislike dishonesty. I did not understand my goal for hundreds of years, thousands, perhaps. Yet now I do. And I want one simple thing. I want to eradicate the Purple Dragons. No, I want to make sure one can never be birthed again. Is that insane? In my eyes, no, yet in your eyes? Yes, I imagine. But all I want is the pain to end. Unfortunately, that cannot happen so long as Purple Dragons exist.

I have no illusions to my ambitions or plans; they shall lead to my death, most likely. But the death of one is just a small price to pay when you are ridding nature of an abomination.

My reasons shall be explained in due time, friend. I promise you that. What I do not promise, however, is the clarity I wish to offer you, for my mind is plagued, and may not always be coherent.

I am Dragon, yet I am not Dragon. I am something far greater, yet something far less. I do not wish to kill Spyro, I have no quarrel with him. Were I any other creature I would leave him be, yet I am not. The pain is too great, too constant. I must correct the Ancestor's wrongs, regardless if it is considered in ill taste by you, friend. All I ask is for your patience and open mind, and everything shall be explained.

Now, I shall let you decide. Is this tale I shall tell you the forgotten truth, or the ramblings of a madman?