Spyro: The Legend of Friendship

by Cloudline Dasher

I wake to find I'm in a totally different world, at least that is what I presumed. If this is a different world, why does this pony named Twilight have a book that she claims is just a myth, a fairy tale... all about the legend of the purple dragons and a partial history on Malefor's evil reign, even some of the facts are wrong. Something is not right here.

1. World Gate: Equestria Chapter 1

Spyro; The Legend of Friendship

Written By: Cloudline Dasher

Edited By: Bytestorm

Chapter One: World Gate: Equestria

"M-my head..." Spyro groaned as he cracked his eyes open, instantly flinching as light assaulted his vision.

The purple dragon groaned as he attempted to roll off his back, but instantly fell back. His body felt like Gnasty Gnorc had fallen on top of him. With one more attempt, he mustered up all of his strength to raise his claw to shield the unyielding sun's rays from his eyes, barely being able to open his left eye, 'a room? I'm in a room of some sort...'

"Ar... ..ou ..Oka..?" A voice could be heard, but the content that voice contained faltered in and out of audibility.

Spyro grunted once more as he willingly let his claw fall back to his side, 'A voice? I don't recognize the voice. Female... it's definitely female...'

With effort fueled by curiosity, Spyro forced open his eyes to see a blurry purple figure. Before his eyes got the chance to focus, Spyro's eyes fluttered closed before exhaustion over took him.

"Twilight, I think he's waking up!"

Spyro swallowed, his throat sore from dryness, his mind focusing mainly on the voice, 'This one's clearer, I can understand him. Male... this one has to be male, and young from what I can tell...'

Remaining calm, he desperately tried to open his eyes as he heard steps toward him. His eyes remained blurry, but that didn't stop him from trying to identify his surroundings, 'steps... sounds like... something hard against the floor, definitely not claws... are they possibly not dragons?'

The purple dragon's eyes widened as his vision cleared. He saw two figures, one female, and the other male, just as he figured. Though what really surprised him wasn't the purple unicorn, but the bipedal dragon that stood next to her. His mind raced as he eyed the similar purple dragon, 'I've never seen a dragon like him before...'

"How are you feeling?" The lavender mare asked in a soft tone, tilting her head in curiousness.

Swallowing once more, Spyro attempted speech, "Sore… t-thirsty..."

The one named Twilight seemed to snap to attention as a glass hovered in a purple glow. Instead of shock, Spyro eyed the illuminate glow of the glass of water and then the matching purple hue of the unicorn's horn. Spryo greedily downed the water as he thought, 'so she's magical, she seems nice so I shouldn't have to fight her.'

"Any better?" Twilight asked worriedly as she levitated the cup away, discarding it on a nearby night stand.

"Yeah... where am I?" Spyro asked as he attempted to sit up, only barely managing before pain shot across his side.

"Careful!" The purple mare yelled. Before Spyro knew what to think, her hooves gently guided him back into a laying position. She quickly continued before Spyro could ask anything, "You were unconscious in front of my library... Normally I would have sent you to the hospital, but they advised me they knew nothing of your physiology and that you possibly weren't fit for travel at the time... You have a couple broken ribs. You have been here for close to two weeks... do you remember waking up for a few minutes three days ago?"

"T-three days ago? It only felt like five minutes, and what do you mean two weeks?" Spyro frowned as he eyed the mysterious purple unicorn.

A sigh could be heard from the mare as she quickly glanced to the smaller bipedal purple dragon, before returning her caring and sincere gaze back to Spyro, "You were pretty beat up, but the doctor said you shouldn't have taken so long to wake up. No signs of concussion or any head trauma. You just wouldn't wake up. Other than the few broken ribs, nothing else seems to be wrong with you."

"It was probably dragon magic, my body went into hibernation to fast-heal my ribs." Spyro quickly admitted.

"A-are you okay?" Twilight suddenly asked worried, for a second even Spyro didn't know what she was talking about, until it hit him.

"I... feel sl-sleepy..." Spyro managed a small yawn before his eyes slowly closed, his eyes cracking, leaving a small image of the lavender mare before sleep once again claiming Spyro as its victim.

The next morning:

Spyro winced as he shielded his eyes from the window, 'that sun... it seems brighter for some reason...'

Feeling as if a great deal of his energy had returned, Spyro attempted to get out of bed, but when his leg hit something on the edge of the bed, he looked over to see that lavender mare passed out by his side. He was about to try and get up from the other side, but before that happened, the mare's eyes fluttered open and a small grin adorned her face, "good morning, how are you feeling?"

Being caught off guard, Spyro nervously chuckled, "Hehe... fine actually, much better!"

"Any pain?" Twilight asked, getting up from her lazy scrunched over position to run a hoof over Spyro's rib cage to feel for the broken bones.

Slight pain shot through Spyro's body, but nowhere near as much as a broken bone should have. Only felt like major bruising, like someone had majorly tackled him in the side, "A little soreness."

Removing her hoof, Twilight closed her eyes, her horn setting aglow and a beam of magic seemingly searching Spyro's torso. A smile formed on the lavender mare's features as she opened her eyes, "You must heal really fast. Your bones are nearly mended!"

"Like I said before, dragon magic most likely sent me into regenerative hibernation." Spyro smiled as he moved to get up, his legs almost collapsing from his weight.

"Careful!" Twilight frowned as she rushed to the other side of the bed, but halted when Spyro extended a claw.

"I'm fine, just a little weak..." Spyro chuckled as he made his way around the bed, "My name's Spyro by the way."

"Twilight Sparkle, nice to meet you!" The lavender mare giggled as she kept close to him to make sure he didn't suddenly faint or fall.

Forgetting his manners for the moment, Spyro just had to ask, "Who was that dragon that was with you?"

"His name is Spike, he's my personal assistant." Twilight smiled as she motioned her head toward the basket at the foot of the bed.

Following her gaze, Spyro saw a basket covered in a blue blanket. It slowly raised and lowered with what one could only tell was something living underneath. Spyro smiled as he added, "He must be a baby dragon. Where are his parents?"

"I've raised him from an egg." Twilight smiled before turning for the stairs, "If you think you can, let's go downstairs, I will make you some breakfast!"

Suddenly vertigo seemed to set in as Spyro looked down the stairs. Usually it wasn't a big deal since he could fly, but for some reason, looking down the stairs while in his weakened state scared him. If he fell, he could possibly re-break his ribs and then sleep for possibly another two weeks. Shakily stepping forward, Spyro took the first step. He sighed in relief as he went to take the second step, "Whoa!" His claw slipped and he clenched his eyes closed in preparation for the quick descent, but when that never came he looked over to notice Twilight steadying him with her magic pressing him against her side as she guided him, "Let me help."

He couldn't help but notice the feel of her supple flesh, and the warmth of her soft fur as she held him tightly, guiding him carefully down the stairs. While she was mainly focused on where her hoofsteps were placed, he was focused on admiring her alien features. Before either of them knew, they were at the bottom of the stairs. Twilight hesitantly released him as she took a few steps back, "Wait here, I will start breakfast!"

Usually, Spryo would object to someone cooking for him, but he only managed to nod weakly. He watched the purple mare as she trotted into the kitchen, giving Spyro the chance to take his first true look around at his environment, 'A library, definitely a library, but the walls... what kind of building is this?'

Taking a few weak steps to the wall next to a book shelf, Spyro brought up his claw and knocked on it, 'w-wood? But... it isn't nailed together... it's a solid piece of wood, the shelves included... are we in a tree?!'

"I forgot to ask, are pancakes okay?" A voice called out, snapping Spyro back to reality as he quickly replied, "Y-yeah! That is fine." Spryo smiled reassuringly.

Twilight quickly smiled before disappearing back into the kitchen. Spyro took a few steps back before slowly walking around the room, his eyes focused on the books before him, 'So many weird books and nothing about my homeworld...'

"Dragons?" Spyro quietly whispered to himself as he read the title of a book simply titled 'Dragons.'

Gently pulling the book from the shelf, Spyro flipped open the leathery exterior, instantly recognizing most of the breeds in the book. None of the illustrations, however, gave him any clue as to when or where he might be. He took notice of the color in the illustrations, most likely glossed with Dragon saliva to ensure the books text and artwork remain intact of the years. Spyro knew that in his world, dragons used crystals to keep their magic strong. Everything about them was magical, so Dragon saliva would be an easy process for protecting important documents or works. His world was the only one known to have those crystals and this sort of protection for books, which to Spyro, scared him deeply. Spyro returned the book to its rightful place before looking to the kitchen, 'only one way to find out, I'll ask Twilight where I am.'

Hesitantly poking his head into the kitchen, Spyro slowly spoke as to not startle her, "Twilight Sparkle?"

"Something wrong Spyro?" Twilight asked calmly as batter was being poured from a levitated bowl.

"It's just, I was looking at a few books and I don't recognize any of the places, and I am wondering exactly where I am?" Spyro sighed in confusion and slight frustration of his situation.

"Most of the continent is Equestria, but currently we are in Ponyville." Twilight stated in a matter of factual manner, not really zoning in on Spyro's worry, "Why? Where do you come from?"

"It doesn't really have a name, but I lived in a mushroom forest along with my family of dragonflies and my brother Spa... SPARX! I totally forgot about Sparx. You haven't happened to see a little yellow dragonfly anywhere have you?" Spyro panicked as he took a seat to steady himself. His head swirling in the sudden quickness of his heart.

"N-no... I'm sorry, you were alone when I found you... Where exactly are you from? Maybe I can send a letter or something letting your family know where you are." Twilight turned away from the stove, but her magic still worked away at cooking; it seemed to take little to no effort on Twilight's part.

"Do you know where dragon city is? Or maybe the dragon temples?" Spyro asked, sure she wouldn't know, especially since Equestria wasn't one of the worlds he had visited.

"No, sorry. I didn't even know Dragons built cities. I should talk with Celestia about that, maybe she knows." stated the intrigued Twilight, her eyes glued to the floor, deep in thought.

"I highly doubt it, the more I find out, the more I think this is a different world altogether." Spyro pointed out as he looked down in thought also.

Twilight's head perked up and her ears flickered with enthusiasm, her eyes widening in curiosity, "Different world? Why do you think that?"

Looking up to the suddenly hyper mare, Spyro couldn't help but somewhat grin at her, "Where I am from, I travel through various doorways to get to several worlds. It only stands to reason that one of them was a doorway to your world. I just need to find that doorway and get back home."

"Hmm... I bet Celestia would know something." Twilight tapped her chin with her hoof, "When Spike wakes up, I'll send her a letter. In the meanwhile, let's eat breakfast."

Suddenly two plates hovered over and were placed on the table. Nodding, Spyro crawled up into the seat and grabbed a fork in his claw. His mouth watered from the delectable looking brown circle that resided in between a layer of plate and a layer of syrup. Looking over, Spyro noticed that the smell must have stirred the little baby dragon, that was otherwise known as Spike. Spike seemed out of it from just waking up, but when he realized Spyro was up and seemed to be okay, his features brightened as he stated, "He's awake!"

"Hello Spike, I'm Spyro." Spyro smiled, but worry struck him as his mind raced, 'I sure hope this is a different world, if it isn't, that means that I could be in the future... and that would mean Spike is-'

Spyro's thoughts were cut off as he noticed a claw extended to him, "It's nice to meet you Spyro!"

Taking Spikes claw, Spyro grinned as he shook it. After Spike released his claw, Spyro decided some questioning would be in order, "Hey Twilight, I was wondering, does the name Malefor mean anything to you?"

Twilight's ears seemed to flicker at the mention of a familiar, yet old, fairy tale. Her features scrunched up, trying to remember the details to something told to her long ago, "Hmm, there was a story from when I was little with that name. One second!" Twilight jumped from her spot at the table before disappearing into the main room of the library.

The large four legged purple dragon flinched as he heard books start flying across the room. Jumping from his spot, he poked his head in, immediately having to duck in order to dodge a flying book hurtling toward his head. A sigh could be heard from Spike as he sat at the table, next to where Twilight had been just moments earlier, "Don't mind her, normally she is the most organized mare in the world, but when she gets like this, she tears the library apart... just means more chores for me later..."

Looking from Spike to Twilight, Spyro watched as books landed in every which direction as Twilight scanned for a particular book. He was about to give her, her space before he heard, "Ahah!"

"What did you find?" Spyro couldn't help but ask as he stepped into the main room. Ignoring the chaotic mess that was otherwise clean and orderly just moments before.

"Legend of the Purple Dragons." Twilight quoted aloud, hovering the book in front of Spyro for him to see.

Above the title was an emblem that Spyro immediately recognized as Ignitus's temple emblem. Spyro frowned as he gently pulled the hovering book out of the air. Though, as if ignoring Spyro's saddened demeanor, Twilight started a short briefing of the book, "If I remember correctly, the purple dragons are a legend among dragons that every two thousand years, on the year of the dragon, a purple dragon is born that has the ability to breath all four elements, fire, water, earth, and electricity. The very first purple dragon was created along with the ring of fire in order to essentially restart the planet if ever evil takes over and the world can start anew. It is said that six thousand years ago, a purple dragon by the name of Malefor turned evil, against the plans of his original creator. He was only barely defeated and sealed away, but his dark forces remained, fighting to release their dark master."

Looking from the book to Twilight, Spyro determined whether or not he should say something. He knew all this already, and he knew he had defeated him, or so he thought. Before he came to a decision to stop her or not, she continued, "Then two thousand years later, Malefor commanded his minions from his prison to attack the dragon clans. He stole an egg that he then imbued with dark powers and set him against the others."

"Cynder..." Spyro stated lowly, but seemed to be loud enough to trigger Twilight's enthused attention.

"Cynder?" Twilight asked as she tilted her head.

"He was a she, and her name was Cynder... Malefor turned her evil, and I freed her. We defeated Malefor and... gaaAAH..." Spyro grasped his head, something like a memory flooding his mind.

He remembered landing the final blow which sent the unruly Malefor deep into the depth of the planet, where the ring of fire was fueled. Looking over to Cynder, he remembered... tears, fear stricken tears; why was she crying? Forgetting himself momentarily, he attempted to voice his worry for his dear friend, only to be rewarded with a gasp of air as the memory dispersed.

"SPYRO!" Twilight yelled in a panic, rushing to Spyro's side.

Spryo grunted as he slowly pushed himself back up into a sitting position. From the sound of him falling, Spike had joined them, with syrup all over his muzzle, more worried for Spyro's safety than the sticky goop on his face. He panted as he slowly stated, "I think there are gaps in my memory... I remember... standing in the ring of fire with Cynder. We had just defeated Malefor and I was going to use my abilities to stop the ring of fire... I... I don't think I succeeded..."

"W-wait a second, are you telling me it's all true?" Twilight frowned as she eyed the book that had been dropped onto the floor.

"Yes, it is all true, but... that means all my friends are..." Spyro clenched his eyes closed, trying his best from crying or panicking.

"Hold on a minute! The story says that a second purple dragon stopped him and stopped the ring of fire. Spyro you succeeded! It did say you went missing afterward, but you DID succeed in stopping it!" Twilight smiled, hoping it would cheer her new purple friend up.

Hesitant to ask his next question, Spyro gazed into Twilight's irises for a moment, but ultimately deciding he needed to ask, "How long ago... was it?"

"According to the book... two thousand years..." Twilight frowned as she looked to Spyro, "I know dragons live for a really long time, it isn't even recorded how long they live... Maybe your friends are still?"

"I highly doubt it... and if they are, they are old, grey, frail, and probably senile. Though I'm unsure of dragon age. Most dragons died in war or disasters of some sort. You said that you didn't think dragons built cities, correct?" Spyro looked to Twilight, hoping she was mistaken.

"Yes, at least that I know of. Then again, nopony has ever traveled into dragon country. They could possibly have an entire civilization that we don't know about." said the intrigued Twilight, which also looked empathetic to Spyro's situation. She closed her eyes for a moment, she could only imagine what it would be like in Spyro's position. Defeating a great evil like Sombra, Chrysalis, or someone, and then being sent thousands of years in the future. All her friends would be gone and she would be alone. The only solace that Spyro most likely had at the moment, was that he at least saved them from Malefor's dark reign.

"I need to see for myself..." Spyro stated with sheer determination, but fear still marked him. He knew it was probably hopeless, but he at least needed to try.

"Spyro, you need to get your strength back first. Then if you would stay, we can travel to Canterlot. Celestia has ruled for a thousand years. Maybe she knows something about you or your friends. If you still want to go after that, I will personally make sure you are well stocked with supplies. I just have one request."

"Wh-what is that?" Spryo raised an eye ridge, unsure of even staying for a minute more. The curiosity was burning inside of him, but he knew he wouldn't get far with his weakened and bruised state.

"That you return to me one day and let me know what you find. It would be an immense insight into the dragon homeland and it would be an even more insight if they really DO have a civilization there!" Twilight smiled with excitement, her eyes pleading to Spyro to agree.

"Okay, agreed, I will return here after I find out the truth, that is if I find anything at all..." Frowned the worried, and at the moment, pessimistic Spyro.

"Spike, take a letter!" Twilight commanded.

"Right away!" Spike stated as he somehow pulled a quail feather and a parchment from seemingly nowhere behind his back.

Dear Princess Celestia,

The dragon that I had taken in just woke up. His name is Spyro, and according to him, he is from thousands of years ago. He has informed me that tale of Malefor, as well as the legend of the purple dragons, are both very real, as he himself participated in bringing the evil dragon low.

Spyro seems fairly friendly, relative to most of the more grown dragons that I have had experience with. Being alone in a world that he is completely unfamiliar with is going to be a very trying experience for him. As such, I truly believe I can be the friend needed to help him as he attempts recover the memories of his past.

We have agreed that he will stay and rest, but when he heals, we will come see you. We have questions on his origins that you may possibly be able to answer. After that, he wishes to travel to Dragon Country and see if he can find out anything, and if there is a way back to his time. I will keep you updated on his progress.

Your Faithful Student,

Twilight Sparkle