I do not own anything about the legend of Spyro new beginnings, they all being to Krome Studio (but I do owned the OC John Archer)

Update due to the first five chapters being to short, I have placed them all as one bigger chapter, thank you and enjoy.

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Chapter 1 'before the start'

Darkness, all I can see is darkness, I cannot see, but I can hear. I can hear screams... agonising screams. I can feel heat, intense heat that burns the skin. I can smell, I smell something decayed and foul, and a voice, evil and tainted.

"Soon I will be free, free to destroy this world and all who live in to!" I heard laughter which filled me with dread.

The next sound was... "beep beep beep", the loud sound of my alarm. I sat up and rubbed my eyes 'that was the 5th time this week I've had this dream.'

'I'm the only one who thinks of these things .I has been like this ever since my mother told me about getting attacked by the black shuck.'

I'm 15 years old and I'm nearly about to start my final school year, I looked at my calendar, August 21st

"Shit I'm going to be late!"

I jump out of bed and get dressed very quickly, and run downstairs for breakfast.

I've got a long day today; it is the end of the summer medieval tournament quarter finals which I am participating in, so I need to get there early.

Dashing up stairs again I grab my costume and my sword. I dash for the car as I step outside. I feel the hot summer air which reminds me of my dream, the never ending darkness...

"Hurry up and get in the car" my father yelled which snaps me out of my thoughts and so I got into the car and we drive off.

The journey was quite no one said a word. But in short time we arrive at the stadium, I left ahead of my family to get changed for the tournament.

I start by placing on my heavy duty black trousers and fasten then up with a red cloth sash. Next I fasten up my armoured boots, and then I put on my steel breastplate with a black under cloth for comfort.

Next was my arm guard for my left arm with an armoured glove and to finish it off a hard leather glove for my right hand and a shoulder pad for my right side. I look in the mirror and grinned, I look like a medieval knight.

I turn and examine my sword, a normal long sword with its shaft wrapped in a black cloth for extra grip.

The blade itself is in good condition with my family name clearly engraved; this blade has been passed down through my family line since the 12th century and it's still in fighting condition.

I place it in its jewelled scabbard and make my way to the arena to look at the line-up board, my match is next. I feel proud that I have made it to the quarter finals.

I've been through tough opponents much to my parent's disapproval, they don't like me fighting they think all the time training could of be used for studying. I nearly failed my summer exams because of it.

'All well my parents may not like it but my school does, I mean all of my year came to watch and I will don't let them down'

"Lords, Ladies and common folk, welcome to the quarter finals of our summer's tournament, by the end from today, a new champion will rise and win not only bragging rights but also the winnings of 9,000 pounds, now let's get this tournament started!"

Now I'm starting to get worried, I mean my last fight was tough, this one will be hard, My opponent is a giant 27 year old bodybuilder with a large fucking claymore! I calm down and walk to the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen this is the 3rd match of the quarter finals, who wins this will move to the semi finals.

You remember the rules; the match finishes when one yields or is on the floor for more than 10 seconds and finally there is no serious harming (like lost from limbs) your opponent now let's get started. On one side is a young fighter who worked hard to be here, show your support for John Archer!"

The crowd yell showing their support I raise my arm to my school year.

"Now for his opponent, he is an old fighter, he's been entering for five years in a row, give it up for Ben Jock!" The crowd gives a loud cheer

"Fighters ready."

I draw my sword and at the same time Ben readies his,

"FIGHT!"

I charge at my opponent hoping to catch him off guard I raise my sword and strike downwards, but Ben easily blocks it with his claymore. I try to put more weight into my attack but the stronger and older man throws me off, 'He's too strong for me I need to try being faster to catch him out'.

I charge again, my opponent swings his claymore; luckily the weight of his blade slowed him. I broke my charge and roll to the side, dodging the attack.

I get back on my feet and with a mighty yell I swing my sword against his arm guard causing him to drop his weapon, as he goes to pick it up he groans in pain, the referee comes to look.

"John's last attack has broken Mr Jock's arm and he is unable to continue so the match goes to John Archer!" The crowd cheer and I raise my arm waving back.

'Yes I did it, now I move on to the semi-finals'.

The semi- finals started and my next opponent is a 16 year old girl with a slim build, blond hair and cute in my opinion, her weapon is a bladed staff, 'Bloody hell!' l thought as I hate staff weapons.

"Now for the next match, on one side is John Archer and on the other is Lily Owen. For both this is their first tournament, now begin the match!"

I draw my sword and charge straight in, my opponent charges back aiming for my feet. I quickly back-stepped just missing the blade, 'She's quick and has a long reach; I may need to out muscle her to get close'. I charge again, she tries to push me back but I use my sword to brush her staff to the side.

I swing my blade hard hoping to break her staff in half, but it holds in place so I move my footing and tripped her over, 'May be below the belt but nothing in the rules.'

She falls to the floor and I place my sword against her throat pinning her down. I speak the word

"Yield"

She has a pissed off look on her face. I pin her to the floor and separate her from her weapon,

"I yield" she spoke with anger,

"Miss Owen has yielded the match the winner is John Archer!" The crowd cheer and I place my sword back in its sheath, 'I've done it I'm moving to the finals'.

This is it, the final match; all of my training has come to this moment. I size up my opponent, an 18 year old boy with a similar build to my own but more bulked out. His weapons of choice are a long sword and a metal shield.

"This is it everyone the final match. On one side is the crowd's favourite John Archer and on the other last year's winner Chad Peck, now fighters begin!"

I draw my sword and charge straight in and swing hard against his shield but it holds in place. My opponent uses this moment to strike against my unguarded shoulder. I do not notice the attack in time and get hit; before I have time to react I drop to the floor and sweep my leg hoping to knock him down. He back-steps and dodges the attack. I turn and look at my injury, it's not deep but it's enough to slow me down.

"Give up!" I turn and face my opponent.

"You cannot win, your attacks can't break through my defence." I emit a low growl in anger and think 'He is right I can't break his defence with normal attacks but I know something that can.'

I get back on my feet and change my stance, my body standing sideways with my head facing my opponent with my blade in the opposite direction. I give a yell and charge at him as he raises his shield; I raise my sword over my head and swing hard against his shield as I call out the name of my technique

"Shield Breaker!"

At first all is quiet suddenly a loud cracking sound fills the air, a small crack appears on the shield which starts to travel downwards as it reaches the bottom the shield collapses in two and falls to the floor.

My opponent goes into shock,

"How?" he whimpered.

"Through hard work and training, That's How!" I reply as I raise sword and strike across his chest but the wound isn't made too deep but with the loss of his shield and the attack it seems to be too much for him and he loses consciousness and falls to the ground.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the match is over and this year's champion is John Archer!" I place my sword away and wave back but before I can relax I am enveloped in a dark purple light.

Suddenly I hear the same voice as in my dreams,

"Finally after gathering all that energy I can now bring one of your kind into my world, soon all humans will bow down to me!"

I stare at my body as it slowly fades away, "WHAT THE?"I yell.

"Damn! I do not have enough energy to bring you to me but no matter you will still be sent into my world, I will send my general to hunt you down!"(Insert evil laugh).

I am helpless as my body slowly fades away and all is blank.