Disturbance: The Awakening

Prologue

An ancient evil.

"Guess the purple dragon isn't all what he cracks up to be?" Cynder teased.

Spyro came to a swift landing beside Cynder, the magical collar they were bond by loosened. The hues of sunset reflected on their scales. A large and ancient tree shadowed the two young dragons. The tree was beautiful in the sunset, almost to a wordless beauty as it stood there with the wiry grass surrounding it.

"Best thirty out of sixty?" Spyro asked.

"Na, I don't want make it more embarrassing for you then it already is. " Cynder chuckled.

"One more race?" Spyro pushed.

"I'm tried." Cynder fake yawned. Spyro felt strange near this lone tree, the presence of it was intimidating and it felt like the ancestor's ghosts were watching him from inside the great tree. Its presence was like a spirit gem but stronger. He had never been here before but he felt he had, in another life or another era or maybe a completely different world. Well, the tree looked as if it came from a different world, it was too stunning, too large, and it was too much.

And he felt as if it was telling him to touch it. Spyro touched it genteelly, not even noticing Cynder beside him. When he did touch the russet, ivory covered bark, the tree silently whispered a million tales to him. He couldn't make out what the whispers meant though.

"Spyro?" A muffled voice asked. The voices suddenly disappeared and he came back into focus, Cynder was repeating his name.

"Don't you feel like you've been here before?" Spyro asked.

"Yeah. Sort of…" Cynder answered. "What happened?"

"When I touched it…voices exploded…I really don't know how to explain it." Spyro inhaled and exhaled deeply but it wasn't intended to sound like a sigh.

Right then, the ground under them sank in and they were falling before they even knew they were. The narrow hole was dark, when Spyro tried to grip the sides, he couldn't. There wasn't enough room to spread his wings fully. He was traveling too fast to think and before he knew it, he loudly came into impact with hard stone. It was hard to believe he even survived the fall, but the purple dragon could only worry about his companion. Cynder's feet softly landed on his back and then she skipped off Spyro. Spyro sighed with pure relief.

A bright blue light reflected off the two young dragon's scales, it was close to the glow of a spirit gem; expect it was a more pale and lighter color. Cynder disappeared into the light; Spyro quickly hopped up and followed her into the blue light. He was blind for a moment, and then he saw it.

It was enormous, the lone blue crystal stood there in the middle of the room in all its glory, markings were curved finally in the stonewalls. Patches of the walls were falling apart, showing the bark of the colossal tree. Cynder was up near the remarkable blue crystal; it was far from any spirit gem. She seemed to be in a haze as Spyro walked up, almost limping from the pain in his left back leg.

"Cynder?" Spyro tried to get her focus. Same as the tree, but stronger, Spyro felt a urgent need to touch it. But Cynder touched it this time around.

When she put her talons on the stunning crystal, something activated and the pale blue exploded into very dark purple. The two young dragons stepped back in surprise, the room darkened and the markings around the room had a white glow.

"Malefor stop summoni- " A female voice began from the crystal. "Oh. Hello young dragons." Two very large and sleek pure white eyes opened up in the dark purple darkness of the crystal. The two young dragons were utterly speechless. "Who awakened me?" The voice questioned. Spyro noticed that the voice was light and welcoming but had a strong sinister undertone that ruined it. The voice also had a hint of old age, it had wisdom, and somewhere, deep into the depths of twisted emotion, pain, but it was impossible to know exactly what it was.

Cynder paused, and then spoke, "Me."

"Yes…makes sense you would be able to beckon me, Cynder. With that exposure to darkness like that, Malefor surely knew what he was doing…a long time ago. Last time I seen the sights of him, he had so much fear in being destroyed…he acted out of panic, he didn't think a bit about what he was doing. Oh, my poor golems, Malefor had to abuse their ability…how selfish…" The voice paused, like she knew Spyro was going to ask something.

He didn't know what to ask first, Spyro thought about it. He stepped closer to the glowing eyes in the dark stone. "Who are you?" Spyro asked.

"Demonica. " The voice answered. Cynder stayed glued where she was, she wasn't feeling good and felt as if she was going fall.

"Are you an ancestor?" Spyro asked. Then, he noticed how stupid of a question that was.

"Yes. Of course, darling. I'm an ancestor of any creature whom has ever had a run with darkness in themselves, or even with a bit in their hearts, or one who has ever been consumed with darkness…well you get the point. You could call me, The Ancestor of Evil, although I would respect if you just called me Demonica. But that would still make me an ancestor of everybody, since everyone has darkness…somewhere. " Demonica explained.

Spyro felt a shiver of fear run up his spine at her words, she sounded so calm and seemed so kind, how could this Demonica be the ancestor of evil?

"But I am, Spyro. Don't be scared through, I'm just a really powerful spirit." It was as if Demonica was reading Spyro's mind, was what he was thinking really that obvious? Her words didn't make Spyro feel any better.

"That's…comforting…" Cynder said sarcastically.

"Too bad Spyro isn't old enough to summon ancestors. You have to be a certain age, like Malefor to be able to and then you'll have to find places like this…ancient places untouchable by destruction, immortal places that will always be. Not even the end of the world may destroy places like this, if these places were ever to be destroyed, all the magic and balance in the world will break. Barriers between worlds will open and it will be chaos. Nothing but the powers of all the ancestors can destroy this place. I'm giving lectures again… damn." Demonica snarled at herself. There was silence, then the glowing markings started to dim. Demonica's two eyes closed.

" I wish I could see the world again. One glimpse would be wonderful and that's all I would need to put it in chaos…" Demonica chuckled. There was the hidden pain in her voice when she said her first eight words of her talking.

"That's not going to happen." Spyro said.

"Oh. How can you be so sure of that? Unlike most spirits, all I need is someone who was alive close to or when I was, I can easily take use of that dragon. Seems impossible, right? But nothing is…" Demonica's voice faded into thought, but it sounded like she could say more. She chuckled again.

"Too bad…the purple dragon is utterly useless now. No more power, so weak. I can feel it, but I have no pity, makes me want to through. The Black Dragon and The Purple Dragon, enemies in love…love can turn someone irrational…to put it lightly…it's all romance this days…sheesh…" Demonica's tone was now cold.

"Let's get out of here…" Spyro said, turning around. Cynder followed.

As they struggled to fly up the narrow shaft, Demonica's voice was clear, "Remember, There will never be light without darkness…or chaos without peace. There must be balance or the world won't exist." When they escaped the inside of the tree, the stars were waiting.

Chapter One

Slept for eternity

The Chronicler sighed; there was still no sign of the purple dragon being alive or dead.

He closed his eyes and focused, he opened them and then, on a shelf a book was glowing with a white light. The Chronicler summoned the book to him. The book was in one of the most ancient sections, where there was also the thickest of books that already came to an end. Once a book comes to an end or if the subject dies, the magic in the book fades along with it, so this book shouldn't be glowing. Glowing was also rather unusual for a book, it was almost completely unheard of.

The book floated in front of him, it was silver and had ancient symbols all around it, and it was the book of an ancient silver dragon. He flipped to the newest page and seen that the words were freshly being written…

"Hence awakens thee sleeping silver giant, which was once sheathed in stone for eternity…" –The Chronicler read out loud as the words were written- "and whilst the precise time comes, he'll be the individual who awakens the monster which promised him the thing he desires he could have for a second time. " The style it was written in was in an older one but not as much as he thought. The Chronicler tried to put the pieces together in his head; he wished that it were just a little more straightforward. The words were still being written but he was too caught up in thought. He was new here anyway.

"Stop treating me like a baby!" Guve protested.

He glared at his dark blue and light blue mother. Her eyes where closed and Guve could just see her annoyance, she sighed. Guve smirked at knowing the fact that he was going to win.

"Okay, fine…go." She said, opening her icy blue eyes. "But, you take Terra with you."

"But-"

"No buts, Terra is coming with you."

Guve grunted, but this was going to be the best deal he could get with his worrying and stubborn mother.

He turned around sharply, he was used to having only three legs now. Guve ran down the rocky hill, not feeling like flying again, he hated flying. And he hated Terra. The stupid fear element dragon, Guve thought bitterly. Thinks she can go and make me scared to death, he added. Terra enjoyed seeing Guve freeze with fear; she was one spitfire of a female. Guve was not a fear dragon, those are really uncommon dragons but he was a fire dragon like his dead father. He was orange and red, he had red wing membrane and an orange body, his wings were larger then average and his muzzle was a little too long in his mind.

And there she was, like she heard his mother's short conversation. The blind and very bright red dragon landed in front of him gracefully. Guve scoffed at Terra about her grace.

"What you doing? Your mother let you get out of her sights for once?" Terra asked with a smirk. Her grey eyes wandered, Guve was used to that by now. Guve did a fake chuckle, "Yes."

"So where ya going?" She asked. Guve swallowed.

"Just…um…to get some food…" Guve stammered. Terra laughed.

"You don't lie very good. I'm coming with you."

"Fine. You have to anyway. Although, I wouldn't invite you." Guve muttered.

"What was that? You would love to invite me, thank you!" Terra made Guve feel like he was being glared at.

Guve stuck his tongue out at the female dragon and walked down the valley more.

As he walked, he muttered to himself, Terra was shadowing above him. His parents and Terra's parents were under the expression that they were 'perfect' for each other. Guve grimaced at the idea of falling in love with that flying terror. Guve looked up and there it was, a ray of sound storming to him, he dodged it but more kept on coming, Terra's laugh roared the sky as he dodged the fear sound attacks. He always wondered why Terra flew so well when she was blind. Guve tripped over a rock and trembled down the hill, then something made him drift off. Before he knew it, he was in a very strange dream…

It was pitch black; Guve panicked and repeatedly asked the darkness where he was. But of course there was no answer, then in the darkness there was a figure. A small yellow female dragon stood there across from him. He stepped towards her.

"Who are you?" He asked. That was when Guve heard a large boom.

The yellow dragon giggled and ran off into the darkness. Guve chased after her, but suddenly he was surrounded by water. Guve swam for his life; the water was pulling him to a huge vortex in the middle of the water.

"Silly, why don't you just let go?" A young and childish voice said.

"Because I don't want to die!" he yelled. But the whirlpool was winning and he couldn't hold any longer, he let it drag him down. Guve expected to die but then he was in the darkness again and there was the yellow dragon. But there was billions of white eyes surrounding him. He shivered… it was so cold!

"Who-" The yellow dragon cut him off.

"Follow me." The yellow dragon said…she was the one that told him to let go. She ran off again, Guve paused but then followed. The yellow dragon stopped and then turned around. She melted into a black dragon where all you could see was her yellow eyes; she lunged forward with her teeth bared. Guve screamed.

"You are pathetic!" Terra told him. She laughed the breath out of herself.

Guve opened his eyes, "If it wasn't for you…I wouldn't have tripped!" He got, grass was surrounding him in an ocean.

"What are you talking about? I hit you with my fear and you just froze and fainted. It only took one hit!" Terra sure was amused. But Guve couldn't put it together, he was dreaming before…but it was so real, expect for that darkness part. He wouldn't mention it to Terra, Guve didn't need to be mocked more then he already is.

"How did you even know that I fainted?" Guve asked, looking at Terra, which was coming to him.

"You know that when you faint you make so much noise?" Terra laughed even more.

"W-" He started but then was stunned.

"What is it? Why have you stopped talking?" Terra asked.

There was a large - larger then normal – silver dragon with pure yellow eyes looking down at them.