THE TALES OF SPYRO: DARK OVER LIGHT
Prologue
Every twelve years, a purple dragon is born, to dedicate the faith of the world. One day, a purple dragon, Spyro was born, to dedicate the faith of the world. He and his foster-brother, Sparx traveled through the realms to stop the Dark Lord from his evil deeds.
Three years later, he and Cynder, the former servant of Malefor, the Dark Lord, were free from isolation, and worked together to beat the evil threat. Darkness corrupted the place like webs, but Spyro's aura of light stopped Malefor, and peace was brought to the world.
But, not every era of peace lasts…
Month after 'The Legend of Spyro: Dawn of the Dragon'
A figure in a black cloak, with neon symbols was walking through the Burnt Wastelands that shrieked, when the flares shot, warning him to leave. He had a wooden staff that banged on the earth as he began moving.
Neon green scale hands gripped the wooden staff, and his amber eyes were glaring upwards. An ash color gate was in front of him, with two gargoyles statues at each side, looming over him.
He stopped, and looked up at the huge gate, with no emotion. His personality was indifferent. Onyx color claws touched the gate, soothing it, making it screech like someone running their nails over a black board.
Muttering came from his mouth, then the top of his staff glow, and shot two green lights, parallel, at the two gargoyles statues. Red light came from their eyes, and vanished in a second.
The earth trembled, as the gate began to open like a door, with some pieces of dust falling. Once the gate ceased to a halt, he entered the place. Once on the other side, the gate automatically closed, which didn't surprise the cloak figure.
Around him, was earth, white as bones. The hollow ground was black as midnight, with only the plum purple fire's light showing the area on the black torches. In front of the cloak figure was a huge skeleton of a dragon that lay on an angle, as if he was jabbed in the chest. The figure grinned, showing black canine-teeth, and started to approach the skeleton.
Suddenly, the figure pounded his staff on the only cement floor between the black torches. After that, he was muttering a chant, and the purple fires from the torches danced around him.
The air was moving the bone-white dirt around the skeleton, and then the holes in the eyes glow crimson red. Bone was starting to be covered in black midnight scales, and then silver claws were filling in the cracks. Red wing membrane was forming like corrupting vines, then six silver horns, three one each side of the face was coming in like ice.
After a final gust of tornado sand, crimson eyes came, and then the dragon stood up with a huge fear cry. The bone-white dirt collapsed back to the ground, and the purple fires return back to the two torches. Crimson eyes loom over the cloak figure, which pierced his soul. He bowed to the dragon.
"Welcome back, oh great Eviliose" The cloak figure replied in a hissing tone.
Eviliose lowered his head and eyed the cloak figure.
"So, you are the one, who interrupted my grave, and brought me back" Eviliose stated, with an echoing tone.
"Yes, it was I. And such a great sight to see the first ever Shadow Dragon, the first true evil, Eviliose" The figure replied humbly.
Eviliose growled in his throat in reply and stared at the figure.
"How is that you have brought me back?" Eviliose demanded.
"Necromancy" The figure hissed proudly.
"Necromancy?" Eviliose asked.
The figure sooth his staff. "The ability to bring back the dead" He explained.
Eviliose growled in his throat again. "I have never heard of this Necromancy" He stated, some how curious.
The figure was cautious around Eviliose. Eviliose was dead for millennia's, and he was described as callous, pure evil, strong, feared and deadly. The Necromancer has been studying Shadow Dragons ever since.
They are pure evil, and their purpose is to destroy. Some young Shadow Dragons are made by birth, others by pure shadows.
Males are bigger, and have red under bellies, red wind membrane, crimson eyes, spines on the shoulders, spines also went down to their tails, and a longer scythe tail at the end.
Females were smaller, with hot pink under bellies, aqua eyes, hot pink membrane, their black scaled were lighter, their head-horns were more outwards, and their snouts were smaller. The other thing in common with a Shadow Dragon is that they have a symbol on their four heads.
"Who are you?" Eviliose hissed, his echoing voice never getting old.
The Necromancer turn to him, and smiled. "My name is Necron" He paused and took of his hood.
Eviliose was stunted by what this creature was. He had a face of a dragon, with amber eyes, black teeth, and winged ears with black lining. Eviliose became suspicious.
For many years, and for one of the first dragons, he has never seen a creature like Necron before or heard of 'Necromancy'. He show his silver teeth.
"What are you?" He asked, but his tone had an edge.
"I am a Dragonoc" Necron explained with a smirk.
Eviliose blinked, and closed his mouth in a frown, with his black scale eyes narrowing.
"Dragonoc? What is a Dragonoc!?" Eviliose demanded.
Necron chuckled deeply "I am from the future, so it is no surprise you don't know who I am" Necron stated and scratched his check.
Eviliose gave a small gasp in shock and widen his eyes slightly. "Future!?" He asked, nearly in a skeptical manor.
"200 hundred years in the future to be right" Necron added.
Eviliose gritted his teeth and lowered his neck slightly.
"What is you purpose to come from the future?" Eviliose demanded softly, but harshly.
"To serve you, Lord Eviliose" Necron bow.
Eviliose snorted. "I don't need your help" His voice echoed as always.
"But you do, for you lost against the Dragon War" Necron paused, for Eviliose swiped at him, which he ducked, and the claws broke one black torch.
"I underestimated them!" Eviliose yelled madly.
"And I don't blame you" Necron stated.
Eviliose snorted again, and put his chest high. "So, you are willing to serve me?" He asked humbly.
"Yes, I am yours" Necron bowed.
Eviliose grinned at the thought and almost laughed until Necron talked.
"So you are to kill the Purple Dragon and traitorous Shadow Dragon who killed your adopted son, Malefor?" Necron asked.
Eviliose managed to snort at the 'traitorous Shadow Dragon' part, and glared at Necron.
"Yes, but we need to bring back my son from his crystal prison" Eviliose stated.
Necron blinked at this. "So it's possible?" He asked.
"Of course it is," Eviliose shoved Necron aside to reach the gate and turned to him. "I am Eviliose, the great evil dragon to ever live!" He stated then laughed once he got through the gate followed by Necron.
Somewhere in a cold, dark room, with only the blue light from the huge hourglass glowing, a dark grey dragon was working on some books on the shelves.
He had grey eyes, scrolls on his side, a blue quartz necklace, grey horns, huge wings and some mane. This was Spyro's fire mentor, Ignitues. Ignitues had sacrificed his life for Spyro, but he knew that he would reach the end of his days.
He was now the new Chronicler, and was to be, until a new worthy dragon would come. A sigh escaped his lips. He misses Spyro and Cynder, and he dearly wished to see them again.
"Ah, the young dragon has brought peace to this world" Ignitues said in his elderly voice, with a small smile.
Suddenly, his necklace glow an azure color and he looked down.
"Huh?" He managed to mutter.
The glow pointed to a book on a shelf that Ignitues has read once. Curious, Ignitues focused his mind to bring the book to him. The book glided through the air and went to him, still floating.
"What is the meaning of this?" He wondered and eyed the brown old book.
His palm went to the edge of the page, and turned to a page where the necklace pointed. His eyes started darting and began reading it curiously.
Once an old evil is gone, it shall return as a form of revenge.
Dark will loom over light, and light will try to fight back.
Time will be twisted as future and present come alive.
The great evil, Eviliose has returned to the world, wanting revenge.
Heroes will rise, and life will fall.
Light must fine its way through the dark, and corrupt it.
The purple dragon will have to keep the balance.
Ignitues gasped at the words once he finished, and closed the book. His eyes were closed for a moment. They opened, and he gave a small frown.
"The great evil, Eviliose has returned to the world, wanting revenge" He repeated that phrase.
Ignitues had a moment of deep silence and closed his eyes again, and opened them later.
"I must warn Spyro!" He called determinately and turned to the door.
His eyes closed, then his necklace glow again. Then, a glow came at the ground.
"Cyrix, come forth!" Ignitues called and lifted his head.
Suddenly, a dragon came in a flash of azure light, and looked around. He had teal scales, a silver under belly, two silver horns that over lapped, silver eyes, silver wing membrane, silver horns on his cheeks, silver thrill falling from his head to his shoulders, a quartz necklace and a silver blade at the end of his tail. He looked at Ignitues, waiting for orders. Ignitues sighed in relief and smiled.
"I'm glad you got my call, Cyrix" Ignitues smiled.
"I'm always to serve you, Lord Chronicler" Cyrix bow.
Ignitues chuckled. "Please, you don't need to be formal" Ignitues gestured with a smile.
Cyrix smiled back shyly. He may look like a young dragon, the same age as Spyro, but he is older then everyone thinks. Millennia's ago, he was lost in the forest, because his family was killed. A Chronicler took him in, and raised him. Ever since then, Cyrix wanted to give something in return. And that was to serve the Chronicler.
"I need you to go and meet up with Spyro and Cynder, and warn about the evil" Ignitues explained it.
"I sensed it too," Cyrix nodded. "But what use am I to legendary Purple Dragon and the Shadow Dragon?" Cyrix asked.
Truth was that Cyrix has never seen the light of day for millennia's ago, and he wasn't sure if he should return.
"Cyrix, I know you, you haven't been to the surface for millennia's, right?" Ignitues asked.
Cyrix gave a frown and nodded slowly. Ignitues chuckled slightly, but grew serious.
"You must Cyrix, or the great Eviliose will kill everything" Ignitues stated.
"Eviliose?" Cyrix whispered in shock with widen eyes.
"The great evil himself, and the future and present will twist" Ignitues explained.
"What does it mean? The future and present will mix?" Cyrix asked curiously.
Ignitues sighed softly, and Cyrix could tell in his eyes that he didn't know.
"I don't know Cyrix, but you must help Spyro and Cynder" Ignitues admitted and looked down at the ground.
Cyrix blinked and took a few steps forward to Ignitues. "Are you alright Chronicler?" Cyrix asked worriedly.
Ignitues nodded. "I just, miss Spyro and Cynder" Ignitues admitted.
"Oh," Cyrix realized. "Well, I let them know that you are alive if I meet up with them" Cyrix declared.
Ignitues smiled, and tried to hide the tears that tried to come from his face.
"Thank you Cyrix" Ignitues replied with a bow of his head.
Cyrix stepped back to where he was, and smiled. "My pleasure, Chronicler" Cyrix finished.
With one last glance at Cyrix, Ignitues closed his eyes, and then an azure light covered Cyrix's body. After that, Cyrix vanished, and was heading to the surface. Ignitues opened his eyes slowly.
"Let's just hope that everything will turn out good" Ignitues muttered and turned to the hour glass.
Little did Ignitues know that there was another phrase in the book.
Future and Present will come together to stop the great evil…
Author's Note: Well, that was first chapter to The Tales of Spyro: Light over Dark. I don't own Spyro, only Eviliose, Necron, Cyrix and other OC's on the way.
Cyrix is new. I been thinking 'how does the Chronicler read all the chronicles if there are on hundred books?' so that's how Cyrix is in. PM or review if you want your OC in the story! Review please, for I need to know if it's good!