Chapter 1
Hello everyone! This my first story that I've ever written. This story takes place in the Legend of Spyro Universe following a new dragon that just wants to be a hero. At this point, some of your critiques and reviews will heavily influence how I write this story since I have no experience writing these stories. I'm not at all talented when it comes to making a narrative story, but I was inspired by the LOS games to make this story. I will be releasing these chapters one, maybe two at a time.
It was early in the morning when the young, black dragon awoke from his dreams. He opened his eyes to only be blinded from the light in his room. He covered his eyes with his wing as they began to tear up.
" I hate it when it does that, "the black dragon thought.
When they cleared, He sat up and looked around the room. The room was built out of cobblestone, with a red and black checkered rug surrounding his bed. When he got up, the wooden floorboard was cold against his feet, and he shivered slightly. When he looked around, he noticed the book he was reading last night. He closed the book and looked at its title, "The Legend of Spyro."
"Hmm, I wish I could be like Spyro. He's my hero. Someday I'll be exactly like him, keeping everyone around me safe." He smiled lightly as he put the book away and walked out onto the balcony.
The mountains in the distance were faded into the background with a light orange hue but looked so vividly detailed. He could see every tree, rock, and creature residing on the mountain. The wind was cool, relaxing, and even made him feel as though he was still asleep. "I could look at this forever," he said as he sighed with satisfaction. "But, I want to get know some of the folk around the town, and maybe make some new friends. That is the first step of my journey."
The dragon looked over the balcony. "Maybe I should give flying a shot while I'm here." He never tried flying before, since he had no parents to teach him. He jumped up the railing and looked out over the town. The height between town and his house made him a bit nervous, so he changed his mind. He wasn't confident enough to attempt to fly, so he jumped back into the house and went downstairs to eat breakfast. As he sat down at the table he looked up to see a painting of black dragoness on the wall. He looked on in sorrow. "I miss you, Mom, " he said as he felt a single tear roll down his face. He wiped the tear away as he got up from the table went out for the day.
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It was beautiful outside. The town seemed to glow with a light golden aura, making everyone look so happy. The paved road stretched on for a long time, and there were houses as far as he could see. As he walked down the street, he introduced himself to every dragon he saw. He tried to say hello to a dragoness, but he was too nervous to try. The light reflecting off their scales gave them a beautiful shine. He would feel embarrassed as he walked by one since his cheeks flushed red. So he just kept walking, pretending to mind his business. He continued down the road until he stumbled upon the town park entrance. Then a thought came to mind, "You know what, I've been walking for a while, maybe I should go and sit down and maybe take a nap. Actually, that's exactly what I'm going to do." He headed into the park.
He calmly strolled down the paved path, enjoying himself as he watched the baby dragons around the park play games such as Hide-and-Go-Seek and Tag around him.
"Tag, you're it!"
"Come on! That's not fair!"
He saw two baby dragons, a red and yellow, running around trying to catch each other. He chuckled to himself. He had reached a bench to sleep on when something caught his attention. It was sunny outside, but he suddenly felt cold. He looked around to see a light blue dragon, spraying ice from his mouth. The black dragon's eyes widened. He had never seen anyone use elemental breath before. He wanted to learn how he did it, so he quickly sprinted over to the stranger.
"Wow! How did you do that?! When did you learn how to do that?! Can you teach me how to use mine?" The dragon asked with child-like excitement. He felt like he could learn a lot from this dragon if he could convince him.
He looked at him with enthusiasm, before the ice dragon turned to look at the black dragon. "Really? You don't know how to use yours? Wait, your name's Dawn right?"
" Yeah that's my- Wait, how do you know my name? I haven't met you before." The youthful dragon looked on questioningly.
"A bunch of dragons has told me about you." The blue dragon introduced himself, " Anyways, my name is Frost, nice to meet you!" Frost is one of the most well-known dragons in the town, due to his father being the former ice guardian of the land and his fierce fighting ability. Most kids his age never talked to him because of how afraid of him they were. Dawn was unaware of how vicious this dragon was.
"Hi, Frost! It's so nice to meet you," The black dragon said as he felt like he had made his first friend.
"You know I've heard a bunch of my friends say that you're a really strong dragon and that you want to be a hero."
"Yeah I wanna be a hero, but I'm not that str-." The blue dragon suddenly swung his spade-like tail and hit Dawn directly in the gut. The wind rushed out of his lungs, and it felt as though his throat had swollen up, making it difficult to breathe. His knees buckled from underneath him, as he puked up his own breakfast. "Hmm, guess you were right, you are a lot weaker than I thought you were. Most dragons I know and even those I don't know usually see that coming." Dawn struggled to get to his feet as Frost put his paw on his neck, applying pressure, and pushing his face into the ground. "Seriously, one attack and you're already on your knees, you are so disappointing." Dawn tried to speak, but he was still recovering from Frost's tail attack from earlier. The ice dragon slowly started to get irritated at the young dragon kept trying to wiggle and squirm away. He pushed back even harder against the young dragon's neck.
"Stay down! This is where you belong, in the dirt and beneath me! Just like the rest of these peasants!" Dawn struggled to breathe as Frost suddenly released him.
When the black dragon was getting up, Frost swiped and hit him across his face, leaving a mark.
Dawn felt tears in his eyes from the pain. Frost saw his tears and felt his face heat up in anger. He saw crying as a weakness, whether you could control it or not. His frustration reached a boiling point as he started whipping the black dragon again, and again, and again with his tail to release his frustrations.
"Get up! God, you are so pathetic! Crying will get you no sympathy from me. I'm the son of the former ice guardian. You have no right to speak to me!" Everyone else, including the children, stopped and looked on in horror as the young black dragon was beaten and embarrassed right in front of them. Frost stopped and picked him up off the ground by his throat, letting everyone see his brutally gashed and bloodied face. "Stop crying!" He stared deep and furiously into Dawn's eyes.
"Get out of my sight, or you'll regret ever meeting me." He released him by throwing him onto the ground. Frost threw at him one more insult, "You'll never be a hero!" As he was leaving, Dawn stumbled a bit and felt his world rocking back and forth from the blood loss. It took all his willpower to get back up and leave the park.
Frost exhaled cold air and turned back to the dummy he was hitting. "Pathetic," the dragon thought as he continued training.
