The Dark Master's body has been sealed away, but his soul remains. Now, hordes of his defeated army rise, as the Purple Legend and former Terror of the Skies can't handle this new threat. Ignitus and the Chronicler search for those who can help save the dragon realm.
Meanwhile in New York, it's business as usual for the Protonix Ghostbusters after experiencing the last multi-world threat.
But when a stranger walks into the firehouse asking for their aid, the team comes face to face with a task stranger than anything they've witnessed.
"Spyro, meet the Ghostbusters."
The Protonix Ghostbusters: Ghost of the Dragon
Chapter 1: Rise of the Slime
Arc 1: The Call
Warfang, sometime after Malefor's defeat.
As the night began to cover the lands, two figures flew across the star covered sky.
"Come on, Cynder! I want to meet them earlier!" yelled a purple and orange dragon.
Quickly a black mass zipped by, turning to show its deep emerald eyes.
"Nope!" She yelled back. As Cynder sped ahead, Spyro quickly surged forward.
The two young dragons weaved about in the air, feeling the wind rushing past their wings like the freedom and joy they've fought for.
It had been some time after the events that changed their lives, and for months they had lived in peace. The two legendaries had grown close together, watching each other's backs.
But today, or tonight, they were on route to meet with the Guardians: Terrador, Volteer and Cyril. They had left earlier in the day to investigate a disturbance near the edge of the mountains, and for the Guardians to have to call in for the legendaries' aid made it more interesting.
"So what do you think they found?" Spyro asked Cynder, who was just inches away.
"Don't know. Maybe it has something to do with us, and they went ahead to check."
Shrugging at the thought, they continued on towards their destination. It didn't take long before a large clearing in the trees came into view. Near the edge of the clearing was the mouth of a large cave.
Swooping down, the two skid to a stop. As they headed towards the cave, three large figures came into view.
Walking up to them were 3 large dragons, one green, one yellow, and one blue, that stood five times taller than Spyro or Cynder.
"Spyro, Cynder." Terrador greeted the legendary duo as the others walked up beside the green Earth guardian.
"So what's the issue out here, guys?" Spyro asked to no one in particular.
Spyro's question was only answered by the nervous looks on the 3 giants' faces.
"Follow us." Cyril said as the Ice Guardian started heading into the cave, followed by the other Guardians. Due to their size, the younger dragons zipped by them and ahead to Cyril.
They didn't have to go far until they were met with a large crystal that stood idly on the middle of the path.
"Strange, it moved closer." Terrador looked behind the massive red and black gem. But instead of a glasslike, light-coloured look that all crystals have, this huge gemstone had a texture that could be described as similar to water frozen in time.
"A dark crystal?" Spyro asked, narrowing his eyes at it.
"You could say that, but," Terrador picked up a loose rock by his feet, throwing it at the dead centre of the shard. Instead of cracking the target or bouncing off, like with any other crystal, the rock quickly got swallowed up.
"These are the ones…" a cold, hard voice echoed from the crystal.
"Did it just talk?" Cynder asked with wide eyes.
"Yes," Cyril responded, walking closer. "It was when we first came here, and when we made attempts in making contact."
"And since you two have dealt with this kind of thing before, we wanted your thoughts on the matter," Terrador added as Volteer nodded in agreement.
Looking to each other, the purple dragon and black dragon walked up to the large crystal.
"This isn't another one of the dark crystals we've seen." Cynder said, placing a claw on the gem's surface.
"You think breaking it will work again?" As he said this, Spyro stepped back a bit to take a ready stance. Pacing back over to the Guardians and Spyro, Cynder and the others watched as the purple dragon built up a large fireball.
When it stopped growing in size, he let out the beam at the crystal. After learning more about his powers he had managed to focus different forces when firing, letting out as much power as possible to break it.
Slowly he let up as the smoke cleared. The crystal had cracked under the blast's force. Little bursts of red energy escaped from the surface.
"What's it doing?" Cyril asked as the crystal began to deform. The large chunks in particular liquefied as it formed a large, black and red blob of goo on the ground.
The goo soon began to become solid again, growing bigger as it rose. One part reaches out as a four-taloned claw smashes to the ground. Quickly, the entire mass of slime grew in size as another arm grips the stone floor. A large opening ripped open just above its chest as rows of deadly sharp teeth formed.
(Black Slime Screech)
The monster stood there. If it had eyes, it would be looking straight at the dragons. The beast stood tall enough to be level with the Guardians' chins.
"By the ancestors…" Terrador muttered at the sight of the hulking beast. The monster turned towards the dragons, a grin that would have scared anyone forming.
Letting out another roar, it charged forward. Acting quickly, Spyro let out a blast of fire breath. The monster only paused for a moment before it continued.
Jumping out of the way it brought both of its claws down, cracking the stone floor of the cave. Terrador took the chance as he slammed his own front claws to the ground, sending a wave of Earth-element energy rippling through the cave.
The force shook several large spikes from the roof to break off, some directly impacting the creature. But to Terrador's shock, the beast continued dashing forward, unaffected by the stalactites.
"What the-"
Terrador was cut off by a blast of ice that Cyril had unleashed. This made the monster skid to a halt. Rearing back, it roared, launching a stream of slime from its maw.
The ice breath stream hit dead centre. Instead of freezing, the blob only continued to grow and grow, like it was feeding on the ice. The effect was soon apparent as the monster began to rise, growing past the height of all 3 Guardians.
Pouring more power in, Volteer took his shot, hitting the monster's left arm. The monster roared in what could be considered pain as the lightning and ice fought against it. It brought its arm up to shield itself from the ice as it reached its right claw into its side., pulling from its mass a hook and a length of long, rusty chain wrapped around its body and arms. Swinging back the chain flew up into the air as it grabbed the hook, chucking it towards the ice dragon.
Cyril dodged the hook as whipped around, like it had a mind of its own in choosing its target. As a result, the hook wrapped around Terrador's right side, pulling away the scales with little difficulty. Dragging the hook back, the monster pulled it into its palm, letting the metal sink into the goo.
Falling to its claws, the creature lurched forward, letting out a large plume of slime in its path. It easily covered most of the cave floor, forcing the group to back further out.
Taking a chance, Terrador whipped his tail across the archway of the cave's entrance and bringing it down, stepping back as Cyril quickly froze over the rock.
"That should buy us some time."
But the moment was short lived as chunks of rock and ice shard erupted from the barrier, followed by an Earth-cracking shake. Another hit came through, causing heavy cracks to rip.
Then, nothing.
No sound, no smashing from anything. Not even the forest around the dragons made any noise.
The cave exploded open, sending shards of stone, ice and slime everywhere as the dragons were knocked back. Roaring in the same manner as before, it dashed towards the fallen dragons. Spyro and Cynder had just seconds before it smashed down.
Turning to them, it let out a different-toned roar. This one sounded like it was reaching its level of tolerance with them.
It spewed another bout of slime as it charged towards them. Spyro had one idea.
"RUN!"
Spreading his wings, Spyro pushed off the ground and into the air just as another ball of slime hit the area. Everyone quickly followed closely as they rapidly flew away from the cave entrance.
The monster tried to follow but only let out one final roar.
Warfang Temple, some time later.
As the group landed at the top of the large temple, each one nursed their own wounds.
"That was beyond terrible, just deadly, just-"
"Shut up, Volteer…" Terrador groaned holding the large gash on his side.
Even Spyro had several bruises and cuts, but not too many compared to the others. Cynder, on the other hand, was for the most part dirty from the dirt, stone and slime.
"What was that thing?" Spyro asked. None of the Guardians had even the slightest idea.
"Cynder, do you-"
Looking back at her, Spyro could see something he hadn't seen before in her: Pure fear. She just stayed at the spot she landed in, neither moving nor looking away.
"Cynder, you alright?" He asked, nudging her. She blinked twice before shaking her head.
"Wha- Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little startled at what that monster was."
Walking up beside her, Spyro laid his wing over her.
"Come on. We all can use some rest after this. Tomorrow, we can try to find out what that weird slime was."
Nodding in agreement, all the dragons headed inside the large doors. As they walk, drips of slime fell to the ground, oozing into the cracks in the floor.
The Chronicler is a dragon whose eye watches over the dragon realm and keeps its history in check.
Now in his place was the mighty ex-fire guardian, Ignitus.
The large dragon stood at the stand, where he could view the world in realtime. The display showed the battle scene where the dragons had encountered the slime monster.
Ignitus just shook his head as the image of Spyro and Cynder struggling to just escape the creature came up. It was a question that he couldn't even begin searching for a answer for.
"Something troubles you." A old voice said, walking into the library. A gray dragon slowly walked over to the fire dragon, his age showing in every step.
"Indeed. These… creatures... are a kind of which I have never seen."
As Ignitus stepped aside to allow the old dragon to view the image, the Chronicler stared at it.
"It is something I have never seen before, not even in my time. But if what it's made of is anything to go by, than the world is not the only thing in danger."
"What do you mean?"
Walking over to the self that contained Spyro's book, he flips directly to the end.
"The Purple One had prevented the world's very destruction, sealing the Dark Master in the Core. But that was of his physical form."
"Are you saying that Malefor is still alive?" Ignitus asked with fear in his voice.
"I'm afraid so. But if this is the manifestation of his power, then his very soul could grow even more powerful than last time."
"So, he is returning. What can we do?"
"I'm afraid I don't have the answer to that. I have witnessed the supernatural before, but this will require more than what the young dragons can handle."
Closing the book he heads back to the viewer, looking closely at the monster.
"It was said, long ago, that an ancient monster called a Slor from a unknown world had been taken from its home and enslaved. But decades later, it was defeated by eight strange mortals."
This made Ignitus become even more confused. The word Slor was something rarely discovered in ancient writing, sometimes owing to the fact that they could rip worlds apart just by feeding one Slor's anger. But for one to be defeated? And by only eight mortals? It made him just plain dumbfounded.
"How is that even possible? It takes tremendous power to do such a thing."
"And yet they've done it like it was nothing." The Chronicler said, walking over to a large mirror that had been leaning on the wall.
Blowing the dust off, he dragged the large sheet of glass over to Ignitus.
"This is a mirror transporter. It's a long lost means of teleporting between realms. And if we can locate those beings, then we can ask for their aid."
"You want me to do it? But I have no idea who or what to look for."
Ignitus eyed the glass. His own image seemed to spiral inward like it was getting pulled in.
"Once you get there, you must locate them and tell of our situation. They will understand."
Heading towards the large mirror. Ignitus just wondered what he was to do.
"How will I know who they are? And if the world you speak of is real, then how shall I 'fit in'?"
"Once you're in the world, you will be adapted into an appropriate form. And they are well known where they are, just ask anyone and hopefully they'll point you in the right direction."
"Again," The fire dragon said in annoyance. "Who?"
"They are the answer that everyone knows the question to: Who you gonna call?" the Chronicler said with a chuckle.
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