Okay kids, I'm back once again to bring you a story that probably won't give you athlete's foot (no promises though).

If you're one of those people that can't stand the whole "Human to dragon" story, please consult my rant at the bottom, because quite frankly I don't want to force people to slog through that when they just came here to laugh at the funny dragons.

This was something I was reluctant to do, mainly because of the people I mentioned above, however my brother once told me that if I write only for the approval of others, that I would be miserable, and that's very true. So... here you go.

I promise you all, there will be no Gary Stus, forced romances with the human dragons and the Spyro crew (Cause that's just gross), nor will said human dragons be stupidly overpowered. I have standards people... stop laughing!

Spyro the Dragon and all related characters and names are © Activision, I only lay claim to Matt Oliver, Dean Mac, and Andy Hill.

Kate Peterson belongs to my brother Biohazardous.

Chapter 1: They Called Him The Chronicler

White Isle- Unknown Time

I stared at the book in complete disbelief, it was not possible, it couldn't be... Spyro was to die in a week. The tome predicted it, and the books were rarely wrong. However by what remained untold, and worse yet, his death would result in the very Armageddon he had prevented two years ago. I knew not the threats face, but I knew that it was not of our world. Spyro had been completely blindsided by this threat, the threat would take many of his friends with him. It was an imbalance, something that was not meant to happen.

I had to prevent this from happening! Stop this before it began, but how? I could inform Spyro himself, but for some reason I have not been able to contact him nor his friends, severed by an unknown source, I had a feeling this force and the one that would kill Spyro were not unrelated. However I could still reach out to other realms, perhaps I could enlist the help of someone from another reality? As the Chronicler I was capable of great magic, but was it right? That person, whomever they may be, had a life of their own, what right did I have to force them from it to save a realm they had no attachment to?

However, who was to say this threat was not to attack another realm? It must be done, I must end this before it begins, I shall summon a creature from another realm, disguise it as a dragon, and have it act as my agent in the dragon realms. I took one of the many mystic crystals that littered the area, I had learned when enhanced by enchantments they can be used to summon others to this place, whomever finds this crystal, would be my chosen agent or possibly agents. I can only hope whomever finds it is of noble character...

Plainsvill USA- 4:01 PM

It was the end of summer, my last one before my Senior year of high school. Me and my friends were having one last road trip before we started school next week. Just the four of us going cross country having a good time.

Fist we have Dean Mac, the oldest of the group at 17, he's a big black kid with dreadlocks, a black Santa Cruz t-shirt, and camouflage pants, he was also the "responsible" one. He was always hell bent on keeping the four of us out of trouble. With mixed success.

Then we have Kate Peterson, the girl of the group. She's a tough as nails redhead who could probably kick all of our asses if she wanted to. She wore a white "Zero" t-shirt, white jeans, and black biker gloves.

Then we have Andy Hill, our resident "dude", he was a relaxed skater who, while not exactly a straight A student, was cool as they come. He always saw the best in everyone, which got him into trouble sometimes but we always had his back. He was always rocking his beanie hat, bushy brown hair, black "Baker" t-shirt over a green long sleeve shirt, and baggy jeans.

Then there's me, Matthew James Oliver, or Matt for short. I was a skater too but not nearly as hardcore as Andy, I wore my Navy Blue "Independent" shirt, gray jeans, and my blonde mop head of hair. I was a bit of an adrenaline junkie, looking for the next big stunt, it's actually how I met Andy. Together we made quite the quintette, but we always had each other's backs. Like any good group of friends did.

We were currently out in the woods, taking a rest and having a little bonfire. Laughing about stories from the past, that sort of thing. "It's unreal that this is the last year of school before we become full on adults huh?" Dean commented. "It won't change much bra, we'll still be buds right?" Andy asked. "Maybe, who knows." Kate said stoking the fire. "Come on Kate why do you have to be like that?" I asked. "Because I'm a realist. Sure we're friends now, but who's to say we don't end up going our separate ways after this year? After all I'm headed to collage after this year." She explained, yeah Kate could be a bit of a downer sometimes, she called it being "realistic" I called it being a pessimist.

"No way dude, nothings gonna separate us. I know it." Andy said with confidence, Andy was on the other end of the spectrum, optimistic to the point of naivety. We just sort of sat there in silence for a while after that, it wasn't a thought I liked to entertain, the idea of losing my best friends to the cruel mistress that was time. But I couldn't pretend like that couldn't happen, maybe not immediately, but at some point it could very well happen.

Thunk!

What the hell was that? It sounded like something heavy hit the roof of the RV, We all turned our heads towards the RV we were taking on the trip, it was Dean's Father's, so if it got damaged Dean's dad was gonna kill him. "What was that?" Kate asked. "Sounded like something hit the RV." Dean stated. "Probably just an acorn or something." I waved off. "No way dude, that was too loud to be an acorn." Andy pointed out. He was right of course, that thunk was from something heavy. Like a large rock or something.

My curiosity was peeked, I wanted to know what hit that roof. So what else do I do? Walked up to the RV. "Someone give me a boost. I'm gonna see what's up there." I said turning back to the others who all had confused looks on their faces. "Dude you serious?" Dean asked. "Yeah I'm serious come on!" I replied. With a sigh Dean headed my way, he boosted me up allowing me to climb onto the roof. A chorus of loud thunks was heard as I moved along the metal roof.

And there it was, the source of the noise, it looked like some weird ass glowing crystal. It was a big one too, about the size of a football. I snagged it to show the others. "Guys check this out!" I called down, the others gathered around as I landed on the ground safely. They stared in awe at the glowing crystal I had clutched in my hands. "Sick... that thing could be worth millions!" Andy commented. "I think we're overlooking one simple little factoid here, what was it doing on the roof of the RV?" Kate asked. "Who knows..." I said.

Then suddenly it started glowing brighter. "Sh**! Dude that thing is bright!" Dean complained. Suddenly blue fire surrounded us all, and was closing in fast like that wall trap from Star Wars. "The hell is going on?!" I cried. "Do not fear the flames, let them take you..." A soft voice said. It sounded like it came from inside my head which was weird as hell. The voice itself sounded like an old man, one of those "wise and kind" kinda guys you see in movies allot. "EVIL!" Andy cried as he hugged Dean. "DUDE! I don't like you like that!" Dean objected trying to get Andy off him.

When the flames passed over us, instead of incinerating us like fire tends to do, we instead got a change of scenery. Instead of the backwoods we were in before we were now in what could only be described as a library. Tons upon tons of books littered the room, were we dead? "Dude... are we in heaven?" Dean asked. "Not unless heaven consists of a sh**load of books." Kate replied. What the hell was going on? "Greetings young ones, I do hope I haven't frightened you." A voice rang from the distance, the same one I had heard in my head earlier. However, if he hadn't terrified us before, when he showed himself he sure as hell did.

Instead of the bearded old geezer I was expecting, instead we got a freaking DRAGON! You know? Fly through the village, kidnap the princess, dragons! He was HUGE, a good ten feet on all fours. He was grayish blue in color, with some kind of fancy navy-blue cloak/cape thing draped over his back, connected by a chain around his neck that had a crystal dangling from it like a pendant, a book strapped to one of the sides of said cloak. "Dude... is that a... a..." Andy stammered. "A dragon? Why yes I am." The dragon answered kindly. Well at least he was a polite dragon...

"Doubtless you four have many questions. First allow me to introduce myself, I am known as "The Chronicler", it is my duty to watch over the tomes of time." The dragon, who apparently liked to go by "The Chronicler", said. "I have summoned you four here because I had made an alarming discovery, one that could result in the end of not only my realm, but possibly yours as well." The Chronicler continued. Discovery? Like what? Did he accidentally divide by zero? "What do you mean?" Kate asked, clearly still floored by being in the presence of a goddamn dragon. "An unknown threat has emerged in the Dragon Realms, what form it has taken I cannot figure out, I believe it may be of another realm entirely. Worse yet it seeks to eliminate the Purple Dragon, and take his allies with him." The Chronicler explained. "Purple? Why purple?" Dean asked. It was a pretty standard question, why not a red dragon? Or a turquoise one? "The purple dragon is a special dragon, one who is able to utilize all of the breath elements, and beyond. He is responsible for saving the dragon realms from the previous purple dragon Malefor." The Chronicler explained.

Okay timeout! Why in the name of all that is holey, would they make the super special awesome dragon... purple? To keep the other dragons from laughing their asses off at him? "And you want us... to take out something badass enough to waste a dragon that powerful?" Dean asked. "Not necessary, I need you four to keep an eye on Spyro, prepare him for the threat if you must. I do not wish to put you in harms way, but I am cut off from those in the dragon realms, and need someone from the outside to aid me." The Chronicler said. "Uhhh... just one problem with that... he's a dragon, and we're just a bunch of squishy humans." I pointed out. "I am aware, that is why I will have you four disguised as dragons while you are there, each of you will be a dragon of one of four elements. Fire, Electricity, Ice, And Earth." The Chronicler explained.

Okay two problems, one, Fire is not an element, it's a chemical reaction, in fact I don't think electricity is either...

Two, did he just say he was gonna turn us into dragons? Because I'm pretty sure when we agreed to go on this road trip that ungodly genetic realignment wasn't on the schedule. "Dude... did you just say you were gonna turn us into dragons?" I asked, really not looking forward to the answer. "I'm afraid so young one, it is necessary, for I doubt the dragons of Warfang will be willing to trust creatures they aren't familiar with such as yourselves, humans do not exist in the dragon realms." Chronicler said.

"DUDE! I am NOT changing species! That's messed up dude!" Dean objected and rightfully so, who the hell was this guy? "It is only temporary, I know you have little reason to trust me, you know nothing of me after all, but this must be done, for I fear the worst for both our realities." The Chronicler said. "However I will not force you, if you are unwilling, I will send you all back, and find another group for the task. I will give you four a moment to make your decision." The Chronicler said before walking off.

"So... what do you guys think?" Kate asked. "What do I think?! I think the dude is out of his mind! He wants to turn us into fire breathing monsters!" Dean said, clearly more upset about this then her. "Yeah but he also said something was going to wipe out our world too... I don't know about you three, but I want to at least give it a shot." Kate said. Was she listening to herself? She was acting like being horribly altered by a giant dragon wasn't a big deal! "Dude I say we do it... come on we'll get to be DRAGONS! How is that not awesome?!" Andy said excitedly. Were me and Dean the only sane ones here? We're talking about our bodies being physically altered to resemble flying reptiles! That's not normal! "Okay Matt, it's up to you, do we give it a shot or go home?" Kate asked me. Of course I was the one who had to make the decision right? I mean, if I went with Kate it'd be 3 to 1, but if I sided with Dean it would be 2 to 2, which I guess would mean we'd just go home anyway.

At first it seemed like the easiest decision I'd ever make in my life. Why the hell would I want to be turned into a dragon just so I could stalk a purple one watching for evil things? However, the more I thought about it, the more Kate seemed to be right, The Chronicler said that this thing could drop by our own world. And we had a chance to stop that before it could happen, damn... this decision just got allot harder...

"Come on Matt! These guys are nuts! I say we go home and forget this whole thing!" Dean piped in, I wanted to agree with him, but I doubt someone like the Chronicler would go through all this trouble over something that wasn't that big a deal... sorry Dean. "I vote we do it." I said. "WHAT?! DUDE!" Dean objected. "I don't like the idea of being turned into a reptile either, but what if Kate's right? I don't want my family to get killed if I have a chance to stop it." I said. "I...I hate that you're right! Okay fine... dragons it is." Dean reluctantly agreed. I was gonna regret this wasn't I?

The Chronicler soon came back, dude had perfect timing I'd give him that much. "So, have you four made your decision?" The Chronicler asked. "Yeah... we'll do it." I said, man this was gonna hurt like hell I know it. "Thank you, I promise this will all be worth it, now I cannot promise that you all will be together when you arrive at the dragon realms, but if you all head for a city called Warfang, you should be able to relocate each other. And keep in mind, you must not tell a soul about your true origins, not until you are well trusted." The Chronicler said. Oh that's nice, not only did we get to be teleported to another world sans humanity, but we had to find each other too! Anything else? You want us to punch out Cthulhu while you're at it?

The Chronicler waved his paws in a circular motion, like one would when wiping their windows. I could feel a storm of horrible agony wash over me, yeah I knew it... I freaking called it! The pain was so immense it didn't take long for me to pass out.

Later...

I woke up on the ground in a forest of some kind. What a wild dream... dragons? I need to lay off the fantasy novels... however, my body didn't quite feel right, first off was it just me, or did the forest get a lot bigger? Second, I felt something attached to my back and rear, something that should not be there. I tried to stand up only to tumble back over like a recently cut tree. "Oww..." I whined as I tried again, same result. "Okay what's wrong with my legs?" I asked before I noticed something red in front of me, it was my arm. I screamed the second this realization hit me. I looked over myself, well that theory about that Chronicler nonsense being a dream just went right out the window along with my humanity. I could hear water in the distance, a river? I tried standing on all fours, I yielded better results then when I tried to stand upright, however it felt so wrong.

Granted that was probably because I've lived my whole life as a biped and was now suddenly a quadruped. However now was the even harder part, walking. I must have tripped over myself like fifty times before I got it down, good thing no one was here to see this or I'd be dying of embarrassment right about now. I followed the sound of the river, trying not to trip over my own...paws. Man this sucks, not only was I as far away from home as possible, but I had to endure it as a completely different species. Man that's a sentence I never thought I'd say... think... whatever.

Finally I arrived at the river, and got a good look at myself. I was definitely a dragon now. I had a small squarish snout, two yellow horns jutting out the back of my head, two red wings with yellow wing membranes, red scales, yellow underbelly, and just to make it extra goofy I still had my blonde mop head of hair, which as you can imagine looked ridiculous on a dragons head. My eyes were still brown too. Yeah bang up job Chronicler, who would ever think there was something weird about a dragon with long girly hair? Some mystical dragon he turned out to be.

"How the hell do I get myself into these messes?" I asked myself. However my little emo moment was cut short by what sounded like wing beats. Other dragons? I don't think I wanna know, better to leg it. However, when I attempted this, I tumbled over which to whoever was approaching me must have looked hilarious. And it seemed I called it as I heard a rather girly giggle accompany the wing beats. I looked to see two small dragons land in front of me, one was red like me, but instead of a goofy mop head he had a yellow mohawk, his horns were similar to mine in both shape and color, his snout was rounder than mine, almost like a beak.

And right next to him was the pinkest dragon I'd ever seen. She, god I hope it's a girl, her head was roundish, her snout similar to mine but allot smaller, she had two horns that sort of curved outwards making them practically useless for combat. A tiny golden mohawk running down her head, and to top it all off, a little golden choker complete with a red heart shaped pendant.

They both looked at me, the red one unable to keep himself from laughing at the pretzel I had made myself into with my running attempt. "You okay there?" The red dragon said between laughs. "Yeah keep yucking jackass, I just tripped okay?" I said trying in vain to save face. "Lay off him Flame, we probably just scared him." The pink one said walking over to me and helping untangle the mess of limbs and helping me to my feet. "I haven't seen you around here before... what's your name?" The pink dragoness asked. "Matt." I said plainly. Yeah Matt use your real name, brilliant strategy Napoleon! "Really? Cause that's a dumb name." The red dragon, Flame I presume, said. Oh this was rich coming from the guy literally named after fire. Bet it took his folks ten seconds to come up with that one.

"I'm Ember, that's Flame, it's nice to meet you Matt, what are you doing all the way out here?" The pink dragoness, Ember I guess, asked. Oh crap! I remembered Chronicler told us not to tell anyone we were humans, what the hell was I gonna tell these two? Yes hi, I'm on a mission to save a purple dragon from an unknown evil thing, so how 'bout that weather? Yeah somehow I think I'd end up being hauled off to the dragon mental ward in that case. Better think up an excuse fast!

"Uhh... I got lost... looking for a place called.. uhh... Warfang?" I said. Smooth as ice Oliver...smooth as ice. "Oh! You must be from one of the groups of dragons that went into hiding during the war like we were!" Ember said excitedly, yeah sure, let's go with that. "If it's Warfang your going to then you'd better come with us, unless you want to trip over your own paws again." Flame said with a snicker, oh I don't think I like you Flame... not at all...

So Ember and Flame lead me along to Warfang, well better start milking these two for information! "So... you two are from Warfang?" I asked trying to at least strike up a conversation first. "Yeah, me and Flame moved in about a year ago, oh it's so beautiful you'll love it!" Ember said. "I heard talk that purple dragon guy is there." I said, nice Oliver, not direct at all, very subtle. "Oh you mean Spyro? Yeah he lives in the city, Ember is convinced she and him are "soulmates"." Flame said with sarcastic air-quotations around "soulmates". "Me and Spyro will be together someday Flame! And we'll have so many beautiful hatchlings together! It's destiny." Ember said with a twinkle in her eye. Okay... that's not creepy. I sure hope Spyro knows how to file a restraining order, cause I can peg Ember as the kind to break into your house and start sniffing your underwear.

"I'm sure you'll get to meet him soon, me and him are good friends." Flame said proudly. Well at least I wouldn't have to be a creepy stalker in order to make sure Spyro still has his head by next week. "You? Friends with the purple dragon?" I asked, I couldn't resist taking a jab at Flame's ego. He seemed like the kind of dude-bro that got prissy at you if you dared even imply they weren't as cool as they thought they were. "You bet! Play your cards right and maybe I'll introduce you two." Flame said, oh I have to earn it now? And it wasn't for the logical reason of they had just met me and for all they know I'm a hit man sent to bust a cap in his ass. Not it was because Flame's ego needs stroking. Jerk.

Meanwhile...

Finally after hours of trying to master the ancient dragon art of walking I was able to move myself enough to look myself over to see what had become of good ol' Kate Peterson. I already knew I was yellow, and accidentally found out the hard way that I could use electricity (Yeah protip for those who become electric dragons, expect to be on the wrong end of static cling a lot. )

I had finally located a nice little lake to see what I looked like, I was a weird looking dragon, due to the fact I hilariously still had my hair, only instead of red and messy, it was now a blueish purple color and slightly resembled thunderbolts. Which admittedly had a pretty cool effect. My horns and underbelly where a blueish purple color, along with my wings which also resembled thunderbolts. Said wings having yellow wing membranes. My tail had a thunderbolt shaped tailblade. Not a bad looking dragon all things considered.

I heard a rustling in the brush behind me. "Back off! I'm warning you... whoever you are!" I shouted, I knew nothing about this world, and the horrors that no doubt waited for me here. "Kate is that you bra?" I heard a familiar voice say. Then out of the brush came Andy, at least I think it's Andy, he was green in color, had ram horns for some reason, however even more bizarre he still had his beanie on. His brown messy hair was still there too, matching his brown underbelly, and he also seemed to have a freaking mace for a tailblade. "Dude, is this awesome or what? I have a mace for a tail! That is so metal!" Andy said swishing his tail around. Yup it's definitely Andy.

"Please tell me you have either Dean or Matt with you." I said. "No... you're the first one I've found." Andy said, well this was just great, of all the people I had to be stuck with, it just had to be Andy didn't it? Urgh... oh well, better than being alone.

However before more could be said we were suddenly surrounded by about a dozen... cheetah men? Yeah, they were anthropomorphic cheetahs brandishing spears, swords, and various other medieval weaponry. Suddenly on walked right up to us, he was orange in color, he wore some kind of red robe thing, and had a mean scar over one of his eyes. "This is Cheetah territory dragons! State your business here!" The orange cheetah demanded. "Dude, let me handle this, I am a master of negotiation." Andy said, we were so going to die weren't we? "Hey, wassup cheetah dude? I'm Andy, and this here is my friend Kate, and we were just chillin out dude." Andy explained. They all looked at him like he was speaking Portuguese. "Chief Prowlus, this dragon speaks in an odd tongue. Do you think he may be mad?" one cheetah asked. "Listen here..."dude", your kind has no business here! You dragons may have saved us all, but I have not forgotten to what race Malefor was born to! You and your friend best leave now or you will both die where you stand!" The orange cheetah, Chief Prowlus I guess, warned. "Andy I think we should listen to him... I don't feel like getting stabbed today." I whispered to Andy through gritted teeth. "Chillax Kate, I've got this." Andy reassured me.

"I will not ask again! Leave now!" Prowlus insisted. "Dude you need to take a chill pill, you're really tense. Have you tried yoga?" Andy said, oh god we're doomed aren't we? I could tell just by the look on Prowlus' face he was about ready to start strangling Andy like he owed him money. "You're beginning to agitate me "Andy", this is unwise, because I have no issue with spilling your blood!" Prowlus growled before drawing a sword and pointing it right at Andy. "Whoa whoa! Relax! We'll leave! Just please don't kill my idiot. I kinda need him." I finally butted in. "Idiot?" Andy questioned. Prowlus looked at me, still royally pissed. "Enough of this, men, restrain the dragons, we'll have the guardians collect them later." Prowlus said before two cheetahs scooped us up.

"Nice one Andy!" I said bitterly. "It's not my fault this dude is so uptight!" Andy replied, I don't know what it was that Andy had gotten us into, but I knew that it was probably gonna end with us floating down a river with arrows in our heads...

Author's Note/Unnecessary Rant:

Okay, I know what you're thinking, "Foowd you twig armed bearded jerkwad! Why are you doing the "human to dragon" story when you openly mocked them in the author's notes of your last story?!"

Well to answer that question, I'm not, not in the way it's usually done anyway. (You know? Guy with stupidly tragic backstory goes to dragon realms and... takes up space I guess. ) I wanted this to be more of a comedy adventure thing as opposed to a Mary Sue depressive experience thing. I mocked those kinds of stories because they are usually pretty bad. (with a few exceptions) I wanted to try to see if I could make something fun and enjoyable out of this premise.

Besides this is "FanFiction. Net" I can do whatever I damn well please. This site is for us to take our favorite characters and do with them as we please. (Although sometimes to more... disturbing levels than others... *Shudders*) Who the hell are you to tell me what I can and can't write? My mom? If you don't like my story then why the hell are you reading it?

Look, you don't have to like my writing, for me to expect everyone to like what I write would be horrendously arrogant on my part, however I ask that you at least be mature about it instead of telling me "This story sux cuz this premise iz ovr usd lolz". That is not constructive criticism, that's horribly misspelled flaming.

I accept any constructive criticism I get, because I understand that I am not a perfect writer and could use improvement. But to tell me I'm not allowed to do this kind of story because someone has already done it is stupid, EVERYTHING has been done before, it's all in how we put our own spins on these things that makes them what they are. Besides, this site is built on unoriginality (FANFiction. Net remember?), so again what's the problem?

I'm sorry for getting ranty and I don't mean this to be an attack on anyone, but this has been something about the Spyro fanbase that has been bothering me since I discovered it. I enjoy getting feedback from my readers as much as the next writer, but I will not indulge mindless flame comments

Hopefully I won't have to torment you people with another rant next chapter... hopefully.