Hi there all you Spyro fans!
This is a story that has been finished recently and since I've only uploaded it on DA, I wanted to share it here with the reat of you as well :)
This is the first part of the background story about Crona, an OC dragon character of mine, who is continueing her story in the AoH (Age of Heroes) series created by the ever-talented (not to mention awesome friend): Spartan-029

Please be patient when reading the prologe, since the prologe was actually her entire BG at first (VERY short, I know). It might not make too much sense when compared to the rest of the chapters that are written as her fleshed-out BG, but I'd still advise you to read it if you have time :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Spyro, or any other character presented in the Spyro franchise, however I do own this fic and the OC's in it.

ENJOY!

Name:Crona

Species:White Dragon (special)

Occupation:Studying all the wisdom of the worlds, so she can finally take over her great, great, grandfathers work as the next Cronicler.

Breath:None

Powers: Magic of all sorts. Because she hasn't got any breath weapon, she has done a lot of magic studies, and has already shown potential as a great wizard. She is a stealthy fighter as well, but she not very strong, so her fighting method leans on not getting hit, and making her opponent tired with hitting air, and using her elemental magic to hit back.

Mother: Ash, a Fire Dragon. She was part of the small force, lead by Ignitus during the peak of the war. But as noble and wise as she was, she could not overcome the raging forces of apes, and ended as a casualty of war.

Father:Kryos, an Ice Dragon. As a part of the scouting party during the war, he got seriously injured and had to stay behind the lines thereafter. Although he hated to be left behind, this was also the only reason he didn't die and thus, he was able to escape with his daughter to Avalar

Siblings:None.

Background:The little wyrmling dragon wept as she heard her mother's dying scream. There was nowhere to hide, as everything had turned in to a great, big battlefield. Suddenly a pair of large apes got through the defensive barrier of fighting adults who were desperately trying to protect what was left their young, old and injured. The large armored barbarians sprung forth and grabbed the nearest youngling by the tail. It was her friend Arcadia, and Crona could do nothing as she witnessed the ape, ripping the wyrmling apart as she screamed and her blood spilled the ground. Crona was horrified, she didn't know if she wanted to scream or cry, but she did know that she had to get out of the way – and fast.

She looked around, but couldn't see her father anywhere. She had to come up with a plan, and eventually thought about the great forest, which was not far away. She had to reach it before more apes broke the defense lines. She ran towards the great forest, in the opposite direction of the battlefield, she could not yet use her wings to fly, so she hurried on foot, as fast as her small four legs could carry her. Suddenly, when she could see the borders of the forest, a terrifying war cry sounded, not far behind her. One of the smaller apes had broken through, and started to pursue her. It gained on her very fast, and caught up with her just as they reached the first trees. It swung its huge chained weapon at her, but Crona was fast, and not an easy target to hit. She managed to avoid the deadly, crushing metal, and she quickly changed direction to try and hide from the beast. After what felt as hours of running from her enemy, the pain in her body began to take its toe. She struggled up a large tree, but this was not the end. The ape had heard her and went up to snatch her, but Crona in her pain and anger had had enough. She sat up in the tree, sticking her head down the trunk, as the ape jumped up the tree she opened her mouth and bit him as hard as she could in the throat, it gasped but could not scream as she had hit it in such way. She now carried the entire weight of her fainted enemy in her neck, and she couldn't hold it any longer. She tried to let go, but her teeth had gone stuck in the throat of the ape. Her feet started to slip when she tried to get a better grip of the tree trunk, and as Crona hit the ground, she was knocked unconscious, lying on the ground on top of her enemy.

Hours went, and neither of them moved throughout the rest of the night, but in the break of dawn, the ape started to move again. It slowly but surely woke up…the bite wound had not been serious enough to kill it, and as it got on its feet, it realized, that the wyrmling was still unconscious. It took the ape about half an hour to get on its feet, and it dragged along Crona, further into the forest. But just minutes, after it had gone, and could no longer be seen by anyone, a terrifying scream had come from it, and it would seem, that the enemy was finally silenced. But by whom you might ask?

After he had made sure, that the ape was dead, the large male dragon, picked little Crona up and laid her carefully on his back. He walked slowly, with his injured wings and tail further through the deep forest grove until he found a stony cave sided behind one of the huge waterfalls that could be found among the dens trees.

After a couple of days, she began to slowly feel her aching body again, some time went, and she started to open her eyes. She looked up, and saw a huge pair of eyes looking concerned at her. "Are you … alright my dear? ", he said, as he laid down beside her. She looked closer now, as her eyes adjusted the lighting again. It was her father, who had rescued her, and brought her to safety. "I… I think so daddy, but… it hurts… ". "Yes… I know sweetie, but it will get better – here Crona, you must eat to stay alive my little one". He leaned backwards, and grabbed the fruit he had gathered in the forest bed. Crona tried to eat, but her body, at first, struggled to sink the soft material, but she did not give up – she had to get food or else she would have died.

Many days went, when her body tried to recover from the huge stress under which it had been under that fateful day, and she slowly but surely got on her feet. Soon, she would help her father Kryos, gather their shared food. He, on the other hand, was still badly injured, and in much pain, but he struggled to stay moving as they found more and more healing herbs and material, that would help him to recovery. He had broken booth of his wings, and had got a huge, nasty burn on his tail, when he had been pursued by fireballs through the air, and eventually crushed his wings on the ground, as he fell from high heights when he got hit. They knew that they had to get on their way; they couldn't stay at the waterfall forever. Soon, there would not be enough food to sustain them both.

"Come Crona, it is time for us to leave now", he said, as he gathered the last pieces of fruit he could find, and stashed them into baskets, that his daughter had made from the sturdy branches among them. "But father, where can we go? We can't go back now, they'll kill us! ", "we won't go back Crona, I promise. But we have to flee now, or in time, they'll find us. I know a wonderful place far from this war, where we can be safe, it's a long way to travel, but at least we won't have to think of getting attacked by those monsters."

Months passed as they moved through the different landscapes until they finally reached their destination – Avalar, in truth, a paradise for a young dragon to grow up.

Crona and her father Kryos spent many years in this paradise, until one day, Crona started to have troublesome dreams … She left her father in search of answers, the one they called the Cronicler, was said to be of her blood, and she wanted so badly, to find what was left of her family. It was along her way - on her travels, that she finally found out of her true destiny...

So now, the real deal can begin! XD
(sorry for taking your time with this crappy chapter - the next ones were written a lot later, when I'd actually accured some writing skills OTL