A/n: ok, first ever Spyro fic. from what i've read here, it's different to the typical fics in this category. i hope you like it anyway

Disclaimer; Don't own. it's a real shame, though.

Canine Flames

Chapter 1

The waves crashed onto the shore. Spyro rolled over in the sun. All was peaceful. Sparx was off on a holiday to visit her family, and Spyro was left all alone to relax by the beach. He sighed with happiness. Suddenly, there was a loud crash. He looked up to see a strange man dressed in black. Eyeing him wearily, he got up and cautiously approached him.

"Be you Spyro?" asked the stranger in a creepily disembodied voice.

"Who wants to know?" retorted Spyro.

The strange man raised his arm and shot out a green laser.

"Good bye dragon" mocked the man.

Spyro felt numb and everything went black.

Sasha woke with a start. She sat up in her bed, sweat dripping down her forehead.

'What a strange dream' she thought. She looked at the black bundle on the end of her bed. Her dog slept on. 'Who was that dragon?' Simone got up. Now that she was wide awake, there was no point in trying to get back to sleep. She walked over to her computer and logged in to her IM account. She was surprised to see her best friend online.

"What you doing up?" she asked Cara.

"Bad dream. You?"

"Same. What's yours about?"

"Earthquake. Scary. Many people died and there was nothing I could do about it. What about you?"

"Mine had a dragon who was attacked by a black wizard."

"That's random."

"Not really. I've had dreams like it before, lately."

"All with the wizard?"

"No with the dragon. But this is the first time he's been harmed. I think someone's trying to send me a message."

"How so?"

"Well, what if what I'm dreaming is real? And this Dragon or an ally of his is sending me a message so I can go help him."

"Would it be the first time something like that has happened?"

"No. remember Link? He was sending me dream messages. And then a week later, I got the mission for his realm. This could be a similar thing."

"Good point. Maybe you should ask Yahweh and go see if you can help."

"Good idea. What about you?"

"What about me?"

"What do you make of the earthquake dream?"

"Dunno. Could be a premonition, or just a memory. Remember the Circle Realm? That earthquake was really freaky."

"Did it look familiar?"

"I'm not sure."

"Maybe you should be on alert just in case."

"Good idea. Thanks. Well, I'm off to bed. Sister's birthday party tomorrow. I'm supposed to supervise all the little kids."

"Sound like fun."

"Yea. As much fun as chewing my arm off."

"Be careful for what you wish for."

"Yeah yeah. G'night"

"Good night."

Cara logged off. Sasha sat back in her chair. It was great being able to rely on Cara helping her out. She knew many other witches and wizards, but none as similar to herself as Cara. Amongst all the uncertainty that surrounded their lives, they had each other to depend upon. Deciding to see Yahweh about the dragon in the morning, Sasha went back to bed, to try and salvage the rest of the night.

Spyro cracked his eyes open. His entire body ached. His throat was dry and sore. He tried to move his arm. It hurt, but it was possible. The room around him was unfamiliar. It looked remarkably like a dungeon; dripping stalactites and all. Wait a sec, it was a dungeon. Spyro was sure that he hadn't decided to fall asleep in a dungeon. The young dragon strained his memory, trying to think of what he last remembered. He was on the beach. Alone. And a dark figure. Suddenly it all came back to him, the wizard, the spell, the evil cackling; everything. Spyro shuddered.

Moving carefully, he slowly got up into a sitting position. He was sore all over, but something was not right. Taking a deep breath, Spyro shook his head, in an attempt to wake himself up, but ended up with a throbbing headache. Moments later, after his headache subsided, he stood up and looked down at his feet. But, they weren't his feet.

Spyro blinked and shook his head again, but nothing changed. Those weren't his feet. They were brown-grey, not purple, and they were furry, instead of scaly and with visible claws. Something was wrong. Panicking, Spyro turned to look at the rest of his body. It was the same. He was brown-grey and furry. All his scales, the spikes along his back, even his wings, all gone; replaced by fur.

He was horrified. What had happened? Why did he have fur? Where were his wings? Where in the world was he? All these questions spun around his head. His vision began to blur. 'No, you can do this. Just breathe and think.' he told himself.

After a few moments, Spyro managed to calm down. Taking another look at his surroundings, he spotted a rusty bowl in the corner. Walking over to it, in his new soft paws, he saw that there was water in it. And in that water, he saw his reflection.

His snout was not long and furry, much like the rest of his body. His ears were triangular and moved about at the slightest sounds. And his horns were gone. In fact, the only thing about his appearance that Spyro recognised, was his eyes. They were still purple. Although he had no idea what was happening, there was one thing that he was defiantly sure of; He had become a wolf.

So, what did you all think? I know, it's a bit of a cliff-hanger.

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See ya next time!