The Legacy of Spyro:
The legend of Valinor
hello everyone. Pendragon here. ok heres the deal, i love spyro the dragon to the point that it gets a little creepy. i especially love the legend of spyro games because i feel that it makes a great story. so im taking a crack at expanding upon it. somethings you may need to know, the story takes place 500 years after spyros birth (because thats long enough for ten dragon generations) and is set around the next purple dragon this story is going to be a long one, split up into 4 sections: ice, lightning, earth and fire. all characters from the legend of spyro games belong to the games, not to me :(. but all new characters were invented by yours truly :)
ok here we go, enjoy this chapter, its mostly just setting the scene and i hope you will all stick with me till the stories end.
please review because like my attention seeking little broher, i die without praise. haha. i am also open o ideas and criticsm so pleaseeeeeee review thankyou and enjoy :)
Book 1: ICE
These are the celestial caves. Once the pinnacle of the world, now it is home only to ghosts, faded music and to the chronicler. This is the chronicler's library. How large it is, none can say. It stretches on till the dawn of time itself... nearly.
The shelves are stacked to the top with books... but not ordinary books; these are the books of time. Everything that is, was, will be and will never be is recorded in this room.
The room is filled with the sound of scratching as new books write themselves, new stories are being told. In the centre of the library there is an hour class.
The lifetimer of the world, it has been pouring sand for over a million years and it is hardly empty, there is still plenty of time... all the time in the world. When all has gone dark and all has faded the hourglass shall turn over and all will begin again, it is the nature of the reality.
Besides the mighty hourglass, their stands a dragon. His scales are a rich sky blue; they were once an orange red. He has four horns upon his head; he wears a blue robe and a small hourglass that mirrors its larger counterpart. The old dragon has kindly eyes as bright as red spirit gems. The world knows him as the chronicler, but he once had another name. The old dragon turns to his visitor.
'Be welcomed friend, long have i awaited you', the stranger remaines silent as he listenes to the blue dragon 'my name is chronicler but you may name me Ignitus.'
'How did i get here, where's Valinor. Is he safe?' the stranger spoke.
The blue dragon raised his paw and waved his visitor into silence.
'I understand your confusion and concern believe me. Valinor is fine, rest yourself and I shall tell you his story. It is a story that begins fifteen years ago with the birth of the new purple dragon, but in truth it actually started a thousand years before that. Rest now and I shall tell you the whole story; it is my job after all. And when I am finished I shall explain what comes next.' The visitor nodded to the chronicler and made himself comfortable upon the floor, the chronciler raised his fore paw and from a shelf a large black book flew towards the two dragons, the cover had a name upon it.
'This story truly began a thousand years ago...' the chroniclor said. the stranger read the cover of the book, it heald a single name MALEFOR 'With the birth of a monster'.
Long ago, in another age, this world was a place of peace and prosperity. The dragons were once powerful and just people, they united the divided peoples of the realms; the apes, moles and cheetahs and times were good. This all changed when the time of the purple dragon came to be. A dragon born once every 500 years. Great hopes rested upon that child, his name was Malefor. In his training he far exceeded all those that had came before him, mastering the four base elements and many other powers that were rare and unimaginable; shadow, wind, convexity and even time itself.
The duty of the purple dragon was to act as a bridge between the four guardians and the people of the realms. The purple dragon wielded more power than any living creature, and the knowledge and wisdom to use that power for the benefit of all races...
But Malefor's heart held a lust that could not be sated.
In his arrogance, Malefor desired more power; he challenged the dragon council to fight him. He claimed that as the strongest, that it was his right to rule, he wished assume the role as king of Warfang and all the realms stretching from Dante's Freezer to the black mountains. Despite his individual power, Malefor was beaten by the collective strength of the four guardians. He was cast into exile, banished from the land he was charged to defend.
It was a dark day for the world, and many dragons wept to see that their defender had fallen. In his dark seclusion, Malefor's mind was warped by anger, resentment and loneliness. In the caves beneath the mountains he forgot the joys of the surface and hatred festered within his heart. It is said that while within the mountains, Malefor came across an ancient catacomb.
Inside that tomb Malefor learnt ancient dark rituals. He learned of an ancient race, created as a mockery of life, the Grublins, Ogres, Orcs and Golems of the deep. He returned to the realms in secret and poisoned the council of the ape clan, who had grown jealous of the other races that they lived amongst. Malefor lead the apes away from their peaceful homes and drew them into his darkness.
From within the black mountains the apes mined steel and iron, they crafted a new lair for their master, a crude and cold throne built upon sorrow, the apes and Grublins held no true gift of craft and could not carve things of beauty like the mole clans.
Malefor then proceeded in greater crimes by teaching his armies to artificially harness the power of the gems... the dragon's life force. In his solitude, Malefor's soul grew more malevolent as his army grew, the weight of his malice cracked the mountain to its heart, creating a dark abyss were the lost souls of this world could reside. With his army built, Malefor wasted no time in attacking the realms. Many died in that first assault as Malefor's armies attacked the southern coast, striking upon an earth dragon village.
The dragons tried to defend their homes but were unable to stop the dark tide; many younglings were slaughtered without mercy.
Malefor's forces spread across the lands, brining destruction to the free people of the world. Hundreds of lives were lost. For sixty years Malefor's armies fought with the forces of Warfang, slowly but surely the apes and Grublins were forced back, but Malefor could not be defeated, could not be slain his power was too great.
In a last stitch attempt, the four masters that had taught Malefor to manipulate the elements challenged him to a final confrontation. Malefor accepted the challenge, blinded by his own power; by believing himself to be invincible he became victim to the belief that all other beings were as selfish as himself. No one, not even the chronicler of legend could have predicted the outcome of that battle.
The four guardians fought like true dragons against their fallen student. They fought for one another, and they fought for their people. But Malefor had honed his skills since their first battle all those years before; he used new abilities of darkness and was able to beat down his masters. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that the masters preformed the ultimate sacrifice. They had entered that battle knowing that they would die; they had left their apprentices instructions of what to do.
The masters could not kill Malefor, but by sacrificing their own lives they preformed an ancient spell, their spirit forms striped Malefor's soul from his body. Malefor was no longer alive, but he was not dead. He was something in-between. As such his body could not be slain, the masters new that it was not their place to slay Malefor only a purple dragon could slay Malefor.
The four new guardians then preformed their master's final wish; they sealed Malefor's spirit in the prison known as convexity and cast his dormant body to the bottom of the Well of Souls. The masters knew that this would not be the end; all they had done was buy some time for the world. Time for the next purple dragon to be born, to grow and to finish the task set by his forbearers, to end Malefor's reign upon this world and to bring peace back to the realms.
four hundred years later Malefor's spirit was finally put to rest with the rising of the purple dragon Spyro, who heralded a new age of peace for our realms. For three hundred and sixty-five years Spyro, along with his mate Cynder protected the realms and lived in peace, raising their children and their children's children.
But only the dark seek to live forever, at the age of three hundred and eighty, Spyro and Cynder had grown tired of the living. Their friends had passed on many years before. The mighty hunter, the brave Sparx, the guardian's Terrador, Cyril and Volteer, as well as the young fire dragon flame, who was born in Warfang on the year of the dragon following the birth of Spyro and Cynder, Spyro took the young fire dragon under his wing and had trained him to be the new guardian of fire and Spyro's greatest friend had passed on with his mate ember.
And so Spyro and Cynder passed on, into the legend knowing that their trials were over, that the tasks of the next purple dragon would soon begin.
ok theirs the background for the moment, more to come, more to be explained like why exactly malefor went evil, but that wont be explained until the last section FIRE, MWAHAHAHAHA (i know you miht hate me but i love you haha) ill be ready with the second chapter soon then the stroy really starts. please stay with me on this one, you'll love it :) once again read and reveiw pleaseeee. :)
see ya soon.
PENDRAGON