Me- MY NEW FANFIC. SOME OF THE MATERIAL YOU MAY RECONISE FROM THE DISCONTINUED STORY SPYRO REVENGE.

Spyro- You mean your just gonna use material from your old story?

me-Ya. Will you please do the disclaimer.

Spyro-Sure. (clears throat) Cynder Fan does not own me or any other characters in the Spyro series.

Cynder-He does own Taylor though.

Me-Who cut you in on this Cynder.

Cynder-You did, remember.

Me-Right. On with the show.

Chapter 1

Normandy, France

June 6th 1944

D-DAY

3000ft

Corporal James Taylor sat in the cargo bay of the DC-3. He had joined the paratroopers earlier that year and had never expected to see action until now. He wondered what he would have been doing back in England right now. Probably asleep in his warm bed in Devonshire. The sergeants rasping voice jerked him back to reality. "Alright boys. Were nearly at the drop zone. Stand up and hook up." he reached up and hooked his parachute cord to the bar that would open it. Equipment check. Shouted the sergeant. Sound off. "10 ok, 9 ok, 8 ok, 7 ok, 6 ok, 5 ok, 4 ok, 3 ok, 2 ok, 1 ok. "Are we happy" shouted the sergeant. "Hell yes" he and the others shouted back. He glanced to his left. Outside the open door of the paratrooper plane flak rounds burst in the sky. "Prepare to jump." The small light by the door changed from red to green. "Go, go, Gaaaaaaaa. Shouted the Sergeant until he was interrupted by the tail of the plane getting blown off by a well placed round. The plane began to spiral wildly towards the ground. Taylor had been sucked out a gaping shell hole and found himself falling. Suddenly there was a huge Jerk as his parachute opened and he began to gently float to the ground. He found himself descending towards a thick cloud bank.

"Blast" he thought. As he gently drifted through it. Suddenly the pounding of AA guns and the roar of plane engines began to fade. "I must be nearing the ground" he thought as the cloud began to thin a little. Suddenly he was clear. He looked around. "Impossible". He thought as he found himself almost 4000ft off the ground. He then noted that there were no fires below, no parachutes around him and no tracer rounds being fired from the AA guns. Below him, the moon light reflected off water. Lots of water. There was an area of dry land below so he aimed for it. He looked up towards the sky. Even the stars were different. One constellation stood out from the others. A huge Dragon. He looked at it in wonder until he came to a rather sudden and annoying stop. His chute had caught in a tall tree and he was suspended 20 ft off the ground. "Oh great." He mumbled. "Now what am I going to do?" He reached around for his combat knife. He found it and pulled it out.

After a few minutes of cutting he found himself on the ground in a heap with his equipment piled on top of him. He pulled himself out of the jumble of weapons and bags and looked around. He was standing on a small cliff over looking an ocean. "That's odd." He thought "there are no oceans in Normandy." He began to check his equipment. He still had his Lee Enfield rifle and Sten SMG but his grenades and radio were gone. "Blast" he mumbled to himself. "I'd better get moving." He picked up his weapons and Ammo plus his food and water supplies, "no sense bringing anything else" he figured and checked his small portable compass. The dial was spinning like a top. He shook it but it kept on spinning. "Where the heck am I he wondered?" He picked a direction and began to walk unaware of the 2 pair eyes watching him. After a while he began to get the feeling he was being watched. He had looked behind himself several times but there was nothing there. A branch cracked behind him and he turned and raised his rifle. "Hello?" he asked. "Whose there." Suddenly a huge weight crashed down on his helmet and he fell to the ground stunned. He tried to raise his rifle but what ever it was hit him again and he slumped in unconsciousness. Two cheetahs emerged from the darkness. One hefting a large wooden club the other with a bow and quiver of arrows. "What is this thing?" asked the one with the club. "I dunno" said the other. "Let's get it back to Warfang. Maybe the elders can make some sense out of it." "Aye" said the first and grabbed the unconscious humans arm. Between them they began to drag him westward. Towards Warfang.

2 days later.

A series of sensations hit Taylor all at one. The first was pain. There was an excruciating pain in his head and the second was comfort. He was lying on something soft. "I didn't know a prison camp could be so comfortable" he thought. He stirred slightly and opened his eyes. He was in a large room. "Very large for a prison camp." He thought. There were ornate carvings on the walls and a high ceiling with many glass windows. "Where am I." he wondered. He spotted his weapons lying in a corner and went to inspect them. While digging through his satchel bag he found his canteen. He suddenly realised he hadn't drunk anything in a long while and raised the bottle to his lips. The cool liquid felt like heaven.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. He turned and grabbed his rifle and said. "Yes". The door opened and in walked a dragon. "What in the name of." He began to say but the dragon interrupted. "You are required at the Elders chambers." He said in an almost teenaged voice. "Please follow me." Taylor obliged. As they walked down a long corridor Taylor took the opportunity to take a better look at the dragon. He was a rich purple colour with a golden chest, horns and wings. He was about shoulder hight with Taylor. The thing that astounded him the most was the colour. "Purple." He thought. "I would expect a dragon to be another colour like black or green or red but not purple." "Hey spyro." Said a voice. The dragon turned and looked down a nearby passageway.

Another dragon, this one black with a red chest and wings was coming towards them. "Hi Cynder". Said the purple one looking over at her. They nuzzled each other and exchanged a few undetectable words then the black one turned and left. Taylor followed Spyro down a long flight of stairs to a large door. One of the guards on duty raised his fist and banged on the door. "Spyro, bringing the prisoner sir." He called. "Send him in". Said a deep voice from the other side. The guard pushed the door and it swung inwards. "What have I gotten myself into now" he wondered.