The Rise of a Were-Dragon

by Doomdork

When Colton Maynes is sucked out of his bedroom, and into a world he thought was pure fiction, he thinks he's one of the luckiest people there is. But he realises that he, along with the world he is in, is in terrible danger. Can Colton, with the help of some new friends and his new ability, can he set things right? First Fic, so keep the burns to a mininum please.

1. Chapter 1

Hello anyone unfortunate enough to stumble across my writing. Just, you know, putting an intro. Just read the story I guess

My name is Colton Maynes. I'm 15, and I'm Australian. And this is my story. So… how should I start it? Once upon a time? No, definitely not. Galaxy far, far away? Hardly. Maybe I should just jump into it.

I groaned, and rolled out of my single bed onto the floor. It was 4 o'clock in the morning and my mum was banging on the door. "Colton Maynes, get out of bed and get ready this instant! We've got to pack the car and get moving if we want to make it there before nightfall!" she yelled through the door, before moving on to my sister's room. We were about to make an 11 hour drive down south, to our grandparents' house for the weekend. 'Yippee, what a joyous and entertaining trip we are about to take,' I thought sarcastically. It's not like I disliked my grandparents or anything, but their house should be covered in red tape and declared a 'Boredom Zone'. And worse, my parents had banned bringing any technology on the trip, meaning the 22 hour round trip, along with the entire weekend, was going to be a massive snooze-fest.

"Ok, mum, I'm up." I groaned in reply, loud enough for her to hear. I slowly rose up from the floor, flicked the light switch, and looked around my room. It was fairly basic, had a bed, a bookshelf, a wardrobe with a mirror and a trunk in one of the corners, on which a small television sat, accompanied by an Xbox-360 (Yes, I prefer Xbox. What of it?).

My room also had a few posters on the walls, mostly video-game related. Crysis, Gears of War, Spyro, just games that I had enjoyed over the years. I always thought it would be cool to be in a game. But, I knew that that was just a fantasy. I mean, it's not like I'm in a FanFiction or something (wink). One of the problems I had with games were the endings. I had always enjoyed the endings, but they're all a little… samey. In Crysis, save the world, go back to a normal life. In Gears of War, wipe out the Locust, live happily ever after. Even in Spyro, they stop Malefor and bring the planet back together. End. Full stop. No continuation on any of it, even when there was still so much story to tell.

Like, when Malefor was dragged into the planet's core by the ancients in DOTD. Shouldn't there have been some sort of detrimental effect on the planet? You couldn't possibly just drag the practical (or even literal) embodiment of evil and darkness into the planet's core, and not have any side effect because of it. As I pondered this, my eyes wandered over towards my mirror, and for second, I thought I saw a flash of something. I edged towards it and inspected it, but nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. I shrugged it off, and looked up and down at my reflection. I was fairly tall for as 15 year-olds go, standing at about 6 feet tall, with plain brunette hair and dark green eyes. I quickly threw on a pair of plain, brown shorts, along with a black T-shirt with a warning sign print, which said, 'CAUTION. TOO HOT TO HANDLE,' on the front. My mum probably wouldn't have liked it but, I didn't get a chance to find out.

As I continued looking at the mirror, I saw it again; a flash. And it happened again, and again, flashing brighter and brighter. The mirror was flashing with a bright purple light. Curiosity flooded through me, and I slowly raised one of my hands to the mirror's surface, gingerly touching it. At my touch, the pulsing increased rapidly, flashing so fast it became a constant, almost blinding light. Realising I had made a big mistake, I immediately attempted to pull my hand away, but realised something terrible was happening, I WAS BEING SUCKED INTO THE MIRROR! I tried harder and harder to pull away from the mirror, but to no avail. It kept on pulling me, sucking me into who knows where.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!" were the last words I uttered, before being completely consumed by the mirror.

So, first FanFicition chapter done (WOOOOO! CONFETTI! STREAMERS! FIREWORKS!). If you think that my intro was the greatest piece of literature you've ever laid your eyes upon, pm me and tell me so. If you think sucked rather large balls, also pm me, just don't be incredibly rude in the way you do so. Oh yeah, Disclaimer, right. And any of my OC's that I come up with are mine, and Spyro, Cynder and all the other characters in the Spyro universe are owned by Sierra and Activision (you should be smart enough to know that without me telling you).