About a hundred years ago there was an egg. A very special egg in fact. This egg was a purple egg, and inside it was the very first purple dragon. When word of the purple egg got out, dragons from all over came to see what was inside. After the egg hatch the parents of the new born named the dragon, Malefor. When the guardians started to train Malefor, they were surprised to see that he could control all four elements. Fire, ice, electricity, and earth were at his disposal. The current dragon king saw Malefor as nothing but a tool for war, so the king instructed the guardians to train Malefor and teach him all that they know. By the time Malefor twenty years old he was as powerful as the four guardians put together, however over the years, Malefor started craving more power. In fact, one night Malefor snuck into the palace to assassinate the king and his family in order to take the throne. To his dismay he was unsuccessful, and was banished from the dragon city. Even after his banishment Malefor searched for more power.
While searching the lands for something to make him stronger, he ran into a large tribe of apes. After striking a deal with the chief, the tribe of ape joined him. Three years later Malefor was able to build his army, immediately set his forces towards Warfang.
The citizens of Warfang had heard that the apes were going to attack, but only a few believed it because both Warfang and most of the ape tribes were good friends, and would trade supply's back and forth. By the time the apes reached Warfang the people of the Dragon city were unprepared, which gave the apes the advantage.
The battle was long and brutal. Leaving both sides with a large death count. The battle still raged on until Malefor was confronted by the four guardians' and the king himself, along with thirteen other dragon solders. The eighteen of them were able to defeat Malefor but not without the death of nine dragons out of the eighteen. Two of which were guardians. The guardian of electricity Volteer, and the guardian of fire Ignitus. Six of them were dragon solders and the final one was the king himself.
Once Malefor was killed the ape army fell apart, and eventually the apes fled back to their homelands. The citizens looked over there one beautiful city, which was now littered with bodies of the fallen. The homes and building were now either a pile of rock and splinters or were mostly fallen apart. The cries of children and adults who lost their loved ones could be heard throughout the entire city. No one slept well that night.
A year later most of the city was rebuild. All that remains of the Great War was now in a memorial to honor both there fallen king and everyone else who lost their lives. Since the king was killed his son, prince Flame, took his place on the throne. The war left Flame scared, and afraid, so when the city was rebuilding he decided the best thing to do to stop anyone from attacking their city again was to increase their defenses. His plan was to build a giant wall that would surround all of Warfang. The wall was to be ten stories high and thirty feet thick. Along with catapults along the top of the wall. Now to build such a thing Flame would need to obtain millions upon millions of gold coins. So Flame increased the taxes tenfold, putting most of the city into near bankruptcy.
And this is where our story begins.
Only a few weeks after the taxes were increased, a dragoness laid an egg. This dragoness was named Nova. Nova was a fire dragoness who had ruby scales, and a light orange underbelly and wing membrane. She had five white horns all of which curved towards her neck. Her tail blade was red and shaped like a leaf. Her mate was none other than the earth guardian Terrador. Now most dragons would be happy when their mate lays their first egg, but Terrador was disgusted, and Nova was just the same. The egg that sat before them was not a red or green one like they expected it to be, but instead a purple egg stood at their feet. Memories of the awful war filled their minds every time they looked at the egg.
They were going to destroy the egg before it could ever become like Malefor when an idea struck Terrador.
"Nova, before you destroy this abomination, hear me out."
Nova turned to face Terrador with a curious look on her face "and what might your idea be?"
"As you know, times are very tough, especially with these taxes in place. So why don't we raise this thing and use it as our personal slave?" suggested Terrador.
Grinning at the idea Nova agreed to raise the child. When the egg finally hatched they decided to give it a name that the putrid dragonflies give their children. They decided to name the young dragon Spyro.
After sixteen years the wall was nearly complete and everyone was overjoyed that the high taxes would soon end. Well mostly everyone that is. Like Nova and Terrador agreed upon, they raised Spyro to be their servant. He did everything they told him to do from making their meals to doing the chores around the house.
"Where is our food boy?!" shouted Terrador impatiently as both himself and Nova waited at the dining room table.
"I'm sorry father it's almost done." Spyro called back as he added the final ingredients to the stew. Spyro was never sent to school, so he only learned what Nova and Terrador taught him. The only thing that they ever taught him was how to cook, clean, read, and how to breath fire in case they needed a fire for their meal. Along with being poorly educated Spyro was hardly fed. Because of this Spyro became lean and skinny. So much in fact that you could see his ribs poking through his chest. The only time he was given food from his parents was the left over scraps from their meal. Other than that Spyro had to search among the garbage to find something edible.
When the food was done Spyro used all of his strength to life the pot and carry it the table. Spyro's boney arms started to shake under all the strain the pot put on them, which caused the stew inside to sway back and forth. When Spyro placed the pot onto the table a small portion of the stew fell out of the pot and onto Terrador's paw. The hot stew burned him the pain quickly running up his arm.
In response Terrador flinched for a moment before he wrapped his paw around Spyro's neck, cutting off all air from entering his body. Terrador lifted Spyro off the ground and put him at eye level with him. Spyro started to struggle around trying to remove his himself from his father's grasp "You're a pathetic excuse for a dragon watch what you are doing, what do you have to say for yourself?" Spyro tried to respond but Terrador's grasp around his neck was too tight. Spyro felt himself slowly lose consciousness, as his vision slowly faded to black before Spyro was able to choke out "sorry!"
Terrador dropped Spyro, "get out of my sight." As Spyro hit the ground he started gasping for air. He struggled to catch his breath as he left.
Nova watched as Spyro left the room and she couldn't help but chuckle to herself. She was however a little sad to see him go. She wanted to have more 'fun' with him. As Nova and Terrador continued to eat their meal Nova was thinking of a plan. Terrador noticed that Nova was in deep thought and ask "Is something the matter?"
Nova did not respond at first until after she finished thinking, she leaned across the table and whispered something to Terrador. Terrador couldn't help but chuckle at the idea.
"You sure that you want to do this? It would be a waste of food."
"As true as that may be, you have to admit, worth it just to see his reaction."
After some thinking Terrador agreed. "Spyro get over here!"
"Yes father?"
"Terrador and I are no longer hunger so hear you may have the rest of this stew."
Spyro's heart almost skipped a beat. For the first time in his life his parents did something nice to him. Just as Spyro reached the table Terrador quickly grabbed the pot of stew and through its contents into Spyro's face. Spyro yelped as he felt some of the stew got into his eyes. As he tried to get the stew out of his eyes Spyro could hear the loud laughter of his parents. Once their laughter died down Terrador said "Spyro clear up this mess before you go to bed, got it?"
Spyro only nodded as his red irritated eye's still stung him. Once he finished cleaning up, Spyro walked up to his room in the cold damp attic. Once there he laid down on the floor and placed the blanket that was only half his size over his body and laid his head down on his pillow that might as well have been filled with rocks. Spyro then did his nightly routine before falling asleep. He would think about what has happened to him that day and think about all of his mistakes and what he could do for it to never happen again. Then finally Spyro looked up into the window and saw the night sky. This was his favorite part of the day. Even if he would only stay away for only a few seconds he cherished ever moment that he could look up into the night sky, and make the same wish he made every day.
"I wish I could have just one friend."
