The Legend of Spyro: A New Beginning
Author's Note: Hey everybody, this is my first time writing a story! I hope everyone who reads my story enjoys it! It's going to be the original story with my little personal twist. I DO NOT take credit for all of the writing, as most of you will probably figure out as you're reading, I'll be using some of the dialogue that was created by the people who created the game! (Not really in the first chapter though)
Chapter 1: The Red Dragon
It was during the middle of the war. Cynder had just taken over. Everything was burning down, people were screaming, everyone and everything was in chaos. Everyone was confused. Millions of dragons, of all ages and all sizes, were running around in fear and panic.
A small red dragon, about 10 years old, stood in the middle of blood, smoke, and ashes. Watching as the horrible beast, Cynder, kills his mother. Two dragons, almost identical were fighting to the death, although there wasn't much competition.
"No!" he screamed, "Mom! No!" but it was too late. His mother was gone.
He watched as a group of apes covered with armor dragged her away, leaving a trail of blood. Tears were running down his face. He heard an ear-piercing scream, looked up, and suddenly he stopped hearing all of the yelling and the fighting. Cynder. She was staring right at him. She didn't know who he was, but he knew her – everyone did. He was paralyzed with fear, but he kept waiting for something to and nothing did. She stared deep into his warm, red eyes. He couldn't stop shaking.
I'm dead, he thought. I'm going to die now, just like my mom.
Suddenly, Cynder's head shot the other way, and she took off. The young dragon didn't hang around. He ran away as fast as he could, looking for somewhere to hide. He was faster on his feet than most dragons.
He thought to himself. I need to find somewhere safe to sleep…if there's even such a place.
He made his way out of the city, where most of the chaos was happening, and ran into the forest. He had no idea were he was going, and he didn't care. The city was where he used to live, but it was no longer his home. He had to find an area where he could just breathe. So many things had just happened to him all at once, and he hasn't had the time to process any of it.
After running deep into the forest, he found a small, open area that was right beside a river. He decided that this is as good a place as any to calm down and sleep. He rushed over to the river to take a drink. All of the running he did made him extremely thirsty. Instead of just drinking the water, he jumped in, letting his whole body up to his head get wet. He closed his eyes and let the cool water run past him, enjoying the sensation. Then, he put his head under the water for a few seconds to wash his face off. He must've been covered in dirt, ashes and smoke from running around the city while following his mom.
Oh yeah…. He had almost forgot that his mom had just been killed.
Thinking about his mom made him very sad, yet no tears were present. He was still in shock about the whole thing. Though the sight of her being killed was still fresh and vivid in his mind, he managed to get on with what he as doing. After he was done in the water, he gathered several sticks and used his fire breath to start a fire. Most dragons his age don't know how to use their breath powers yet, but he had special help.
He thought about Cynder. Who is she? Where did she come from? Cynder had only become present during the war in the past couple of days. Nobody knew who she was; they've never seen her before. He thought about how she looked like his mother. They were both tall and slim, with black bodies and red wings, and spines. Something about Cynder seemed weird to him though, almost not real. She was the biggest dragon he's ever seen, much bigger than normal. Even her jet-black scales seemed fake to him. They were as black as the night sky. I guess there's no use pondering about it.
Although he was hungry, he had no energy to go and find some food. Instead he just fell asleep, not caring if any of the apes, or even Cynder herself found him. He was too tired to care. It was the middle of the night and it had been a very long day.