Prologue
From the Journal of Sgt. Randall Carter Fox...
May 30, 02:27 PM:
I understand it has been a long time since I had last picked my diary up, but I feel that what I say must be recorded, or I may find myself driven mad with memories that I can't confirm when I am old. Obviously, many things have happened since the Rebels had taken over, but somehow a few otherworldly friends had prevented the Rebel takeover, and now life works as it once had before the assassination of Alec Carson. I have to begin somewhere, so I guess it will begin shortly after we successfully saved the lives of two dragons from Avalar-a mysterious country in an otherworldly realm-from the grasp of the United States military.
Since I saw the demise of General Elliot once more, this time, sniped while we were making our escape from a maximum security prison in a little military suburb of New York City, I have felt that perhaps I have seen too much death and destruction for one lifetime. I had lived through several lifetimes, as strangely as it sounds, it is true. I thought I had been killed while fighting Malaskus in the belfry of Fort Dread's bell tower, in the grand finale of the Apocalypse. Even today, I close my eyes and see the blood running between my fingers, feeling the sharp pain as the sword ran through me, feeling the paralysis, the instant numbness as the Minotaur's sword severed my spinal cord upon its exit...and yet...I open my eyes, and that true reality is proven false.
What is real anymore? Piermont had once told me that in an alternate reality, Martaan-my home base after I left Fort Zero-had been nuked and sunk to the very bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. Yet, I look on Google Earth, and after scouring the maps, I insert the coordinates of the island...and there she is...in all her beauty, untouched by the Rebel chemical bombs that had caused a mass exodus and left the island uninhabited in yet another reality. I ask again, what is real? What is reality? Are we dead? Is this all just a dream? Is there a single real reality? Or is the entire universe constructed of multiple realities, all living amongst themselves in perfect harmony? Are the multiple realities equal? Or are all realities circling around a certain, concreted universe, like the planets circling our sun? These questions haunt and plague every waking moment of my life.
I know this is confusing, but now you see how I perceive it. I have seen more than I have ever wished to. Spyro and Cynder...well...they had advanced in their relationship, and I find it amazing that former enemies are now relatives. Quoting Piermont's words, "Dragons don't get married, obviously, but instead become mates for life. We consider ourselves relatives, not husband and wife." I feared for Spyro's health following Warfang's fall...when we escaped...having to leave Cynder behind...wish I could have undone that decision.
I thought we had returned to our normal world when Spyro once more teleported us from the razed Warfang to NYC. It turns out though...we were wrong...dead wrong...
We had but entered yet another reality, one where a civil war raged on and on. There were but two capital cities, New York...and New Alexandria...not the city of the fictional planet of Reach mind you...but a heavily defended metropolis nevertheless. The capitals remained untouched, as the opposition rarely advanced very far into enemy territory. The border line, known as the "Devil's Curtain", sustained the brunt of the war. If not for meeting the Caeda of this reality, however, we might have never known there was a war occurring, and perhaps, we would not have made it out of New Alexandria alive.