Disclaimer: I do not own Spyro and other characters from the Spyro the Dragon and the Legend of Spyro series. Some of the young dragons that are in the story are grown-up, but are baby dragons from the Year of the Dragon game.

Author's Note: Also, the dragons in this story are young, from 8 through 12 years old. And Spyro and Cynder will look like their TEN forms in this story also.

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Prologue

Our world has been devastated since before I was born...overruned and nearly dominated by the Golems of the Deep, who were brought back from the depths of the earth to cause destruction through the dark magic of the long-dead Dark Master, Malefor. Ever since that day, the Golems began rampaging around the world, destroying and killing anything they come across and left no stone unturned in their wake. They kept doing this, until the world nearly became nothing but a wasteland of fire and ash. Only a small group of us survived the chaos, taking refuge in some place the Golems never knew about. Every day we live in fear of our hiding place being discovered, and being killed by the Golems. We are forced to go aboveground to look for places to hide for a while and hunt for food. Already most of us have met the fate of being taken or devoured by those cursed monsters.

A small, young figure walked along the cold and dark tunnel, approaching a large, golden door and a rusty horn that laid ahead of her.

She stepped up to a horn and lowered her head, blowing out a blast of bristling wind into the the mouthpiece. The wind surged and circulated through the valve, and exhaled out from the funnel, emiting a short blaring horn to the door before it. Automatically, the door began to open up, and the figure quickly walked inside right before the door closed back behind her after its source of activation was suddenly cut off...

Though I've heard stories and rumors, of another purple dragon that was born somewhere in the world. Destined to save our dying world from becoming a cursed haven for the Golems of the Deep. However, most of us in the group have doubts that he or she will end up like the deceased first purple dragon and use the Golems to destroy the world completely and wipe us out from the face of the earth like he tried to do long ago. Whether he or she is alive or dead...we may never know, but one thing's for sure...

Our world is dying...and we have to do something to save it...

The figure, now shown to be a small, black dragoness, entered a large chamber that was connected with a series of tunnels leading to other parts of the Ruins she was taking refuge in. She looked up to an ancient mural high on the wall, narrowing her eyes at the image of a purple dragon elegantly soaring above a crowd of cheetahs, moles, and other inhabitants of the world. They all believed in him. He was thought to be the savior of the world. The thought of it made the black dragoness snarl a little with anger and hatred, whipping around from the mural and looking over to the other murals in the chamber.

Suddenly, the room quaked violently, knocking and shaking loose dirt and small rocks from the ceiling of the room and causing the black dragoness to look about in alarm.

A young, pink dragon ran out of the entrance of another tunnel, abruptly stopping in her tracks and panting breathlessly as she looked to the black dragoness. "They're here! The Golems have found us!!" She cried fearfully.

"What?!" The black dragoness exclaimed, her eyes widened with disbelief and terror, but she became calm in a flash and ordered quickly, "Find the others and evacuate! I'll catch with you once I make sure we're not leaving anyone behind to those monsters!"

Nodding quickly, the pink dragon turned and ran towards another tunnel, scurrying inside to travel to the other side of the Ruins to find the dragons and other creatures who might be close by.

Another tremor shook, followed shortly by a ground-quaking bellow of a tremendous monster outside in the Ruins.

The black dragoness quickly scurried into another tunnel to cover the most ground in the Ruins to find some of her friends. As she ran through the tunnel, the ground and the ceiling shook once more as another roar of a Golem erupted from the ground above her. She scurried out of the tunnel and then stopped in her tracks at the edge of a small cliff, overlooking the area. As she glanced around the landscape for any signs of danger, a dark shadow slowly loomed over the back of the black dragoness as the massive head of a magma, snake-like Golem leaned down from atop of the arch and leered at the dragoness from behind. Its eyes glowed vivdly like orbs of amber, as a low hiss escaped the jaws of the Golem, slowly opening its mouth to reveal a pair of long fangs made purely out of lava, ready to strike.

The black dragoness perked up upon hearing the hiss emiting softly from behind her, and whipped her head around only to see the snake-like Golem striking its deadly fangs for her...