The Legend of Spyro

Warriors of the Fallen

Prolog: Where something Finally goes right

Sleeping, it was one the few ways any of them could escape. They all craved it, wanted it and above all, needed it. It was why if someone was asleep; they were not disturbed. So when something woke him up with no warning or reasoning, not only was he confused, but he also annoyed.

He opened his brown eyes, his tired brown eyes. There was nothing, nothing but the other subjects all sleeping in their large room. The room was dull; a bench lined the walls except within a few feet of the only door. There was a two-way mirror up on the north face wall, how any of them knew it was north they had no clue.

There was nothing out of place, none of them were missing, he could see through the two-way mirror so there was no one there and there was no sound being made near the door. So why was he awake?

His throat vibrated slightly as he called up his magic, it was limited thanks to heavy duty shackles digging his wrists. They were Suppressors, the most powerful the bastard had, but enough was able to get through that he could at least Feel. But the thing was that there was nothing to Feel. No foreign particles in the air, nothing hidden was revealed by the light breeze he commanded, and none of the other's signatures were off. Everything was normal...as normal can be.

But something had to have awoken him; he would not have woken up otherwise.

He stretched his senses further, the breeze would not help, but his other senses should. But even those did not work. He could feel the entire complex, but it was quite, cleared out of all but the security.

Then the pulse came. He was instantly on his feet, his linen wrapped and shitty slip on shoe covered feet. The pulse was something new; it had come from far beyond the compound...almost...below him!

He had no time to waste, with quick and precise moments he was around the others on the ground, more and more of which were beginning to wake up. The Pulse was affecting them all; he must have felt it before it had reached them, it would not have been the first time his inner power had done that for him.

His target was getting up as he was reaching him.

The target looked at him, his gray eyes locked onto Him, "You felt that?"

He nodded, "Yes, I woke up only a bit before. It came from outside, almost below us."

The target blinked, looking at the ground he let out a "Hm, You sure. I'm not sensing anything from down there."

He nodded, firmly this time. "I'm sure. Something is happening somewhere. Something that is going to shift the Planet. Ready the others This is going to be big, and we need to be ready."

The target snorted and looked at him, "I sure hope so, maybe...no I won't say it."

He smiled, "You don't have to. But even still, be ready, and, if the ancestors are watching, it just might be."

No further words were needed. The two males split, they had a to be ready.

When the next pulse hit, it was much stronger. So strong that those that were barely waking up were up in an instant Something was going on, and whatever it was going to happen soon.

No sooner had the last of them stood up did it indeed happen.

One second the world was whole, the next it was splitting apart. It was no earthquake, they all knew it. But it mattered not, if the world was breaking so too was the complex. So while the security tried to survive, the subjects ran through the new holes.

They did not care that the ground was becoming more and broken, they only cared that it meant freedom. And when the next pulse came, when the world started to pull itself back together, they did not care again. They had escaped, not a one of them would stop running, from rejoining landmass to rejoining landmass, in all directions they could.

For in the defeat of the Dark Master, thanks to the power and will of the Young Purple Dragon, not only had the world been saved. But the Artificial Awakened had been able to escape hell. The Lost Children had gotten free, and soon The Dark Master's Wolf General would feel the wrath of the Missing Generation, Those who would be called the Warriors of the Fallen.