This story takes place after the events of DOTD. Please know that I have only played through DOTD and not the first two in the series, so please do not bite my head off if I mess up on a date. This is also the first time I have ever attempted to write an actual book, so if it's bad, it's due to my lack of experience. Lastly this story might get a little strange but it should all make sense later on…I hope. That said, the following story is rated T for excessive violence and language.

Chapter one

Prelude

2 years before Spyro and Cynder defeated Malefore

"We must hurry." A mysterious creature calmly stated. It stood on two legs and was about six feet tall with five fingers on each hand and clothed in black leather armor and black leather gloves with a hood that covered it's face. His voice indicated that he was a male. "Let's begin." A large machine sat in the middle of an alcove that was lit with several lanterns. The cave they had been residing in for the past few months was dug into a cliff about ten miles from the dragon city of Warfang. Orcs patrolled the various corridors and outcroppings. They were about five feet tall and there skin was scorched black and almost rock hard after having lived their whole lives on the burning plains. Two small black horns on either side of their head only added to their ferocious appearance.

The creature looked to the left of the machine towards a young green dragon who lay unconscious upon a table made of dark crystal. He approached the dragon and ordered the two orcs standing behind him to attach the wires from the machine to the dragon's head. The dragon groaned in agony as the orcs pulled the lever that activated the machine.

The gears of the mechanism began to spin and purple streaks of lightning arched around the room. The lightning converged into a single beam that struck the floor in front of the machine. The beam emanated a bright light, causing the creature and the orcs to shield their eyes. A long moment passed before the light died down revealing a white portal. The creature stared back down at the dragon as it squirmed in pain. He leaned down and whispered to the dragon "Be grateful that you won't hear the dying screams of your kind."

He then moved to the side toward a wooden table near where the dragon lay. He grabbed his five-foot tall oval shield that he had fashioned out of dark crystal with silver embroidering the center etched with the symbol of his kind: a wolf with the rising sun at it's back. The shield had been well worth the six months hard labor he put into it. Not only could it withstand a number of physical attacks but also any elemental attack that was cast at the shield would prove futile.

After fastening the shield securely to his left arm he then reached for his experimental weapon: a retractable javelin, also made of dark crystal with an iron hilt bound in leather at the center. A small cut from one of these crystals would be harmless to most other creatures as well as the extremely rare purple dragon, but would prove fatal to any other dragon, as there was no known cure for the toxin it expels into the dragons blood stream. A dragon that had been cut with one of these crystals would perhaps have a few hours left, however, if a crystal was to lodge itself into the dragon that time would be drastically reduced to a few minutes. He weighed the javelin in his right hand before fastening it to his belt.

He then turned around and stepped in front of the glowing portal. The two orcs behind him began to step forward. The creature, feeling their movement, raised his hand, halting the orcs in their place. "I'm going alone." The orc guards glanced at each other before stepping back again.

The creature stepped through the portal into a stone chamber that was dimly lit with pale-blue light that came from an hourglass in the center of the room. The walls were lined with books that were alphabetized for easy access. He took a moment to stare at the shimmering blue liquid that filled the hourglass before turning his attention to an old pale-blue male dragon busying himself with reading the books that floated in front of him. He drew his javelin and pressed the small button that was on the hilt, causing it to extend to its full length of six feet. The scraping of the dark crystal against the hilt caused the dragon to whirl around so suddenly that his tail sent the books he had been reading flying in all directions. The dragon bared its teeth and growled at the stranger. "Who are you?" he demanded.

"That is none of your concern, Chronicler." the creature followed up his response with a blast of dark lightning from the palm of his hand. The Chronicler dodged and the lightning struck the wall, which broke and then almost immediately rebuilt itself due to the magic that guarded the library.

The Chronicler charged the stranger and struck with his claws. The stranger dodged and countered, swiping his javelin upward, catching the Chronicler under the ribs and sending him skyward. The Chronicler regained his balance in the air and dove at the stranger who dodged again and then created a tornado that whirled around the room, the Chronicler was caught in the middle of the twister and spun out of control. He held his eyes shut, trying his best not to vomit. The stranger released his grip on the winds causing the Chronicler to slam into the wall and drop on top of a dragon statue. As he began to rise the stranger opened his mouth and breathed a cloud of venom at the statues legs. The venom dissolved the stone and the statue began to crumble.

Seeing the danger the Chronicler leaped into the air. He hovered above the stranger and began shooting fireballs at his opponent. The stranger lifted his arm allowing the fire to glance off his shield. The stranger focused his mind and gathered sound waves in his head before releasing a shock wave of high-pitched noise. The Chronicler fell to the ground, tearing at his ears. He fired another fireball, but this time it hit the ground beside the creature and exploded, breaking his concentration and sending him into the wall.

The Chronicler charged up a beam of convexity with the intent of disintegrating his opponent. The creature saw what was coming and got to his feet quickly. He dropped his javelin, and charged up his own beam of convexity in his hand. The two combatants fired their convexity energy and their beams met in the middle. They both fought for power but were so equally matched that it became a contest of who would tire out first. The Chronicler and the stranger fought to keep themselves from passing out. At last the Chronicler couldn't take any more, he broke away from the attack and the beam struck the wall. The blast threw the Chronicler into a book shelf. "Hmm, and here I thought that you'd be a challenge." the creature sneered.

"Go to Hell." the Chronicler snapped back as he rose to his feet

"I find myself there everyday that I wake up."

"Then let me relieve you." the Chronicler fired a large ball of fire attempting to incinerate his opponent. The creature sank into shadow and the fireball struck the floor where he had been standing a second earlier. The blast shot up dust and debris, blinding the Chronicler for a few moments. As the dust settled the dragon opened it's eyes and scanned the room for signs of life.

"You'll have to do better than that." The dragon turned around only to see the creature seal him in a dark magic barrier. He let loose a deafening roar that shook a few of the surrounding books loose and then attempted to claw his way through his prison.

"Save your strength, dragon." the creature faced the Chronicler and as the dragon examined the stranger before him, and his eyes grew as wide as saucers.

"Y-your a hu-"

"Silence!" at his word, the barrier emitted a small charge of electricity, causing the Chronicler to yelp in pain when the pain subsided the old dragon glared at the stranger, who paid him no mind as he went about searching for his prize.

He walked to the book shelves and ran his finger across the books before stopping and grabbing a rather old and dusty black book from the "H" section.

The Chronicler realized what the stranger was doing and warned him "If you take that book, then your race's history will disappear from the rest of this library"

The stranger replied coldly "I know." he then held the book above his head and watched as small golden orbs traveled from the books on the shelves to the book in his hand. When every orb had been absorbed by the book the stranger turned around and walked towards the still imprisoned Chronicler until they were face to face he waved his hand in front of the dragons face. The dragon felt his eyelids droop as he slipped out of consciousness.

The stranger reached his hands through the barrier and opened the dragons eyelids, his consciousness reached into the dragon's mind and he began attacking the walls that blocked his way into the Chroniclers memory. When the last wall crumbled he then began to collecting any evidence that the book he now had in his possession had ever existed.

After several hours of meticulously picking the dragon's memory he withdrew his mind from the dragon's, pleased with his work. He allowed his barrier to fade, dropping the Chroniclers unconscious body to the floor. He turned and picked up his javelin off the ground and pressed the button on the hilt again causing the javelin to retract again before he clipped it back to his belt and headed back toward the portal, he stopped directly in front of the entrance and glanced around the chamber one more time. "pity" he said aloud to himself "this place will have no further purpose once the dragons have met their end." and the stepped back through the portal.

When the orcs saw the creature come back through the portal they immediately began shutting down the machine, the portal flashed once before disappearing. "Destroy everything in the cave, leave no trace that we were here. We'll leave at dawn" he then fixed his eyes on the young dragon still lying unconscious on the table, the stress from the machine caused blood to run profusely from it's eyes, nose, and mouth. It was convulsing wildly and it's labored breathing was starting to get on the everyone's nerves. The last thing he said as he headed toward the mouth of the cave was, "and will someone please put that disgusting creature out of its misery."

A single orc made its way to the table, raised its sword, pointing the tip at the dragon's sternum. It gave a loud snarl as it plunged it's sword through the dragons ribs, blood sprayed the walls and the dragons eyes shot open in horror, it tried to scream but no sound would come out. It jerked once and then lay still, his eyes closing for the last time. The body faded away and several glowing orbs rose to the ceiling before disappearing into the darkness.

At the mouth of the cave the creature stared with hatred at the distant dragon city, Warfang. He breathed in deep letting the night air fill his lungs and allowing his wrath to subside before looking to his right and seeing a small dark crystal protruding from a nearby wall, he reached his hand towards it. The crystal wiggled before shooting out of the wall and into the creatures open hand. He twirled it in his fingers before black lightning enveloped his hand. He drained the dark energy from the crystal allowing his strength to replenish. When he was done the crystal had turned from an eerie purple to a jet-black. He let the crystal drop from his hand and, upon impact with the ground, it crumbled to dust.

He then looked at the book that was laying in his lap. He opened it only to find that the pages were blank. "As I suspected," he thought to himself, "only a dragon can read the books of the chronicler's library. Not that it matters, as long as I have this book those damned beasts won't know anything."

"What's our next move? "The creature looked over his shoulder to see Gwar, general of the orcs, standing behind him. His horns were bigger than the other orcs showing domination over his troops.

"That depends, how far has Malefore gotten in his quest?"

"The Dark Master has just summoned the earth golem and begun preparations to awaken the Destroyer"

"Then we must find a comfortable spot, sit, and wait." The creature stated. "Wasn't there a cave in the Burning Plains we passed on our way here, near Malefore's castle?"

"Yes!" the Orc replied, not hiding his excitement at the thought of returning to the magma fields he calls home.

"Then that's where we'll wait for the end of this miserable world and the birth of a new."

"I'll make sure the troops are ready."

"Good, have a few of them pack my extra armor and personal belongings"

"Yes, sir" the orc growled back. Gwar never liked taking orders from the creature and made no attempts to hide his displeasure whenever he was told to do something. He only did what he was told because Malefore had put him and his battalion of orcs under the creature's command.

Gwar was preparing to leave when the creature spoke again. "Do you believe the prophecy? "Gwar turned his head unsure of what he meant. Sensing his uncertainty the creature continued "Rumors are going around amongst your troops about a prophecy that states that purple dragon would rise up and destroy Malefore. I'm assuming that it's talking about the dragon that killed that foolish ape king Gaul, Spyro."

"I do not indulge in such trivial things." the orc said smugly "but even if I did, the dark master's power only grows by the day. So, no I do not believe the prophecy in which you speak of, even if that dragon is running around with your precious Cynder."

The creature shot up and punched the orc general in the gut causing him to drop to his knees and grip his stomach. "Listen well orc," the creature began "if you think that I consider something as foul as a dragon 'precious' then you are sadly mistaken, do I make myself clear?" the orc glared at the creature before nodding. "Good" the creature said as he sat back down at the mouth of the cave.

"Will that be all?" Gwar asked through clenched teeth.

"Dismissed"

When Gwar had limped out of sight the creature breathed deeply. His thoughts drifted to Cynder. Malefore had put her into the creatures care as soon as she had hatched, for what purpose he was still unsure. Malefore had said that since the dark crystal experiments had given the creature the elemental powers of a black dragon, it had made him the ideal mentor, but it seemed more likely that Malefore just wanted to see if the creature could put aside his burning hatred for the dragons if only for a little while. Not only did the creature put aside his hatred, he also started to bond with the dragoness, treating her as if she was his own daughter, and almost completely forgetting that she was a dragon, and Cynder seemed to return his affection. That was, of course, before Malefore had ordered the creature to wipe her memory, as he needed her ruthless and devoid of such emotion to be able to corrupt her.

He then thought of the last time he saw her. It was at the top of her castle fighting Spyro just before disappearing into the realm of convexity to free Malefore. "I wonder if she's safe?" the creature thought to himself. "Wait, what do I care? As far I'm concerned she's sided with the enemy, and I will be damned if I let our past history get in the way of me striking her down." He then stood up, looked out at Warfang one more time before walking toward his bedchamber.