Prologue

"Glumshanks! Where is my lunch?" Shouted a very short man with a high pitched voice impatiently. He was bald, his face was stout, with very large crimson eyes, and he was dressed in a jet black robe with typical brown boots. On his face he wore two strips of black paint stretching from the top of his head to his cheeks.

Kaos.

He stood atop his usual place in his castle; a pedestal where he could easily overlook the happenings of the world from his portal. His castle was a huge flying device that floated in the clouds, and it was his mark. If anyone saw that castle, they knew they were in for trouble. Kaos was the dark lord of the Skylands, and more than once he had tried to take control of the mythical place. He would have succeeded many times over if it hadn't been for the Skylanders. They were the guardians of the Skylands, the beings who's mission in life was to protect their world from danger.

Kaos hated them. He cursed their names. Especially one named Spyro, a small purple dragon that always had some part to play in foiling his plans.

"Master," came a voice from down the corridor. A tall, green, long eared troll appeared around the corner carrying Kaos' lunch on a wooden tray. It was Kaos' henchman, Glumshanks. He walked up to Kaos and handed him the lunch, which Kaos snatched away without saying thank you. Sitting on the tray was a turkey leg, and a few pieces of cornbread. He consumed the meal quickly. He was hungry, but eating was not on his mind that day. That day, his mind was churning and straining to come up with a new way to conquer the Skylands.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and then wiped his sleeve on Glumshanks. "Tell me, Glumshanks," he said skeptically. "What have I been doing wrong?"

Glumshanks looked at him blankly. "What do you mean?" he asked in his glum tone which was his namesake.

Kaos started pacing back and forth on his pedestal. "What do you think I mean, you fool? What have I been doing wrong, that all of Skylands is not yet mine? I've tried everything! I banished the Skylanders to another world, and they came back. I destroyed the Core of Light, and they rebuilt it. I even physically destroyed the great portal master Eon, and he returned as a spirit! What is there left to do, Glumshanks? Every time I think I have the Skylands in my possession, the Skylanders take it from me again! I've had it up to here with them!" He raised his fist for emphasis. Then he pondered for a moment. "No, even further than that. I've had it up to here!" he shouted, raising his fist higher.

Glumshanks shrugged. "Well, I'm no expert, and you know that, but if all your problems are coming from the Skylanders, why don't you just try and get rid of them?"

Kaos spread his arms suddenly, knocking over Glumshanks. "No, Glumshanks...I have a much better idea! If the Skylanders are base of all of my troubles, I must eliminate them! HA! Why didn't I think of this before?"

Glumshanks picked himself up off the ground and brushed himself off, grumbling incoherently.

Kaos clapped his hands together, pleased with himself. "Now, all I need is to figure out just how to go about this..."

A voice suddenly came from a corner of the dark castle. "What you need, is raw power."

Kaos abruptly tumbled off his pedestal backwards. He hadn't seen anyone enter his castle, nor would his guard trolls have allowed it.

Groaning, he stood up and rubbed his head, squinting into the shadows to try and see who it was that had spoke. He almost gasped when the figure stepped out of the shadows, but he held his composure.

The figure looked like a man, but with stark white skin and hair. He was of average hight, and he was extremely slim, and his features were almost flawless. Around his eyes was deep purple, and his white hair hung down and hid the left eye. He wore a cape on his shoulder, and wore a single-piece skin tight white suit with numerous purple markings.

The intimidating being chuckled. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help overhearing your little rant. I just had to listen." The person approached him, stopping just a few feet away. He towered over Kaos.

Kaos signalled for Glumshanks to lift him back onto the pedestal so he was eye level with the strange being that dared enter his castle. He glared at the white clad person. "Who are you?" he snarled. "And how dare you enter the lair of Kaos!" He put deep emphasis on his name.

The being narrowed his eyes and smirked. He bowed briefly in jest. "I am terribly sorry, my lord."

Kaos was taken aback. "Er...you are? Well...good!"

The being stood and spread his arms. "I am quite pleased to finally get to meet you, Kaos. But where are my manners? I am Ghirahim." He hesitated before adding, "Although, I do prefer to be indulged in my title, Lord Ghirahim, but I am not picky."

Kaos studied Ghirahim skeptically. "You certainly don't look like a lord," he commented.

Ghirahim brushed the hair out of his eyes. "I'll tell you something, little man. I am usually quite good at holding my temper, but I don't take criticism very well. I advise you stay on my good side."

Kaos grunted, but decided it was a better idea to stay his tongue.

Ghirahim held out his hand and a small, blank card appeared in his palm with a puff of smoke.

"What is this?" Kaos snapped.

Ghirahim grinned. "If ever you think you may need a little assistance in your days, you can use this. There's many other evil beings out there, Kaos, and I've been putting together an alliance. If ever you come across something you cannot handle on your own, do not hesitate to call."

Kaos took the card and stared at it suspiciously. "What sort of alliance?" he inquired.

But Ghirahim did not answer, he simply chuckled.

When Kaos looked up, the strange being was nowhere to be seen.