Hey people! This my very first story! I have been a fan of FanFiction for a short while now and have been wanting to write a story for a long time. So please no flames. Just good criticism and reviews. P.M me if you have any suggestions or questions.

Disclaimers: I do not own any of the Spyro franchise ( though I wish I did!). I only own my O.C.s. Any characters or situations that are simaler to anyone else's is completely coincidental and/or accidental.

Now on with the story!

Chapter 1: Portal to Another World

"Matthew Reedman!"

Matt was jerked to wakefulness by his teachers voice. The 15 year olds sandy brown hair fell in front of his piercing pine green eyes. Matt brushed it away as he answered his teacher in a groggy voice that betrayed his tiredness.

"Yes Mr. Lewis."

Mr. Lewis frowned at Matt. "I know History can be boring at times, but try not to fall asleep again. Please. This is the fourth time today. The next time I will have to send a letter home to your parents and I do not want to do that."

Matts cheeks flushed a bright shade of red with embarrassment. "Yes sir. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

Mr. Lewis sighed and slowly shook his head. "Just see that it doesn't."

The rest of Matt's class started chuckling at his embarrassment, a few of the braver ones giving out a full laugh. The only ones in the class that weren't laughing, were Matt's only friends Martha Codlin, and Archer Sprig. Both were sitting in front of him. Martha's shoulder length black hair swayed slightly as she turned to stare at Matt with her startlingly bright blue eyes. Archer looked at him with a slight frown, his messy blonde hair covering his eyes but Matt knew that the brown orbs that the hair concealed were staring straight at him.

"Are you feeling alright?" Archer asked his frown turning into a worried look. "You've never fallen asleep in class before. Least of all History! It's you favorite class."

"I'm fine, just really tired. I have not been getting a lot of sleep lately."

"And why is that?" Asked Martha her eyes boring into Matt, like they were trying to see into his soul.

Their faces were laced with worry. They were right, he had never fallen asleep in class before; least of all History! Matt sighed, he knew that the two of them would not let this go.

"I will tell you after school. Meet me at my house at about... 5 o'clock. I will tell my parents that we will be expecting you two over for dinner." Matt whispered as Mr. Lewis continued the lesson on WWII. He might be a lenient teacher and a family friend but talking in class was something even he didn't tolerate from anyone. Least of all respectable students.

Martha and Archer nodded their heads and turned their attention back to Mr. Lewis. But try as he might, Matt could not get his attention back on the lesson. And learning about the World Wars was his favorite subject in History so that was really strange. His mind kept going back to the dream he had been having for the past few weeks. It was always the same. Two dragons, one with a heavyset build and purple scales, a gold underbelly, two golden horns and a spade shaped blade on its tail. The other was more lithe and thinner than the purple one. It had black scales, a dark pink underbelly, six white horns and a curved blade with a round notch in one side at the end of its tail.

The two dragons were fighting another dragon, a large purple one with a face, or muzzle in this case, was just a mess of horns. He couldn't see what the rest of the dragon looked like because it was veiled in shadow. Fire, ice, electricity, earth, some sort of green goo that burned like acid if the large dragons reaction was anything to judge by, and something like a purple laser beam was used by the two purple ones. There was a lot of other stuff flying around, literally, that Matt could not describe as the three dragons battled in a fiery red cavern. It had a large stone platform in the middle and magma surrounded it giving the room its red color. The dream always ended with the small purple and black dragon defeating the large purple dragon and the entire earth shaking and breaking apart. The small purple dragon then started to glow with a purple light at the black dragon hugging it and whispering something in the purple dragons ear. The strange thing was, that Matt could hear everything in the dream except for the voices.

Matt shook his head, trying to get his attention back to the lesson. 'Why can't I get this dream out my head? Its really bugging me.' He glanced over at the clock 'Good, only 5 more minutes until school is out. Then I can go home and think about a way to explain this to Archer and Martha.'

Matt turned his attention back to Mr. Lewis, listening to him drone on about the landing of the Normandy Beaches. He stood up to show a chart on the Allies landings when the school bell rang. Matt stood up to leave with rest of the students and went to get his homework from Mr. Lewis. After gathering his assignment from his teacher, Matt went out into the hall and walked to his locker. He stopped in front of it and reached for the combo lock. Suddenly he was spun around and slammed into the locker. Matt groaned, and looked at his attacker.

'Figures.'

It was the schools bully, Arthur Williams. He was a big, beefy kid with a really bad attitude. His parents owned the school and that seemed to give him free reign to do whatever he wanted. He had gotten suspended before and was back the very next day with a warning from his parents to the entire school. They threatened to fire anyone who did anything to their 'precious baby'. That just fueled the fires that he had for beating up kids 'weaker' that him. The truth was that he couldn't stand being second fiddle and anyone doing better than him. Matt knew that he would regret it when he had beaten Arthur in a game of basketball earlier.

Matt sighed knowing what was coming. "What do you want?"

Arthurs face split into a wide sneer. "You should know what I want by now. I just want to hove some fun with you. Out back. In an alley. With no adults around to mess it up."

Matt groaned. He knew he shouldn't egg Arthur on but... "Really? Are you that big of a baby that you can't take a simple loss?"

Arthurs face twisted with rage. If there was one thing that he hated more than not being the best, it was being called a baby.

"You think your so tough eh?" He hissed between clenched teeth, spitting in Matts face. "When I'm done with you there won't be anything left to call tough! It will all be squishy and busted!"

Arthur drew back a fist and slammed it into Matts face. Matts head flew back and collided with the locker making a rather large dent. Blood ran freely down his nose and his lip was split right down the middle. He fell onto the floor holding his hand on his lip trying to stop the bleeding.

"Arthur Williams!" The sharp voice of Mr. Lewis throughout the hallway.

Arthur kicked Matt in the gut one more time and took off into the flood of students exiting the school to avoid the teachers wrath. He curled up on the floor holding his nose and gut. Mr. Lewis quickly strode through the and bent over his student.

He shook his head. "That boy has done this one to many times. I am going to report him to the school and get him suspended if it costs me my job!"

"I'm fine Mr. Lewis. Don't bother. You know nothing will come of it anyway and I rather see you keep your job. I just need to get home and put a band aid on it and I'll be fine. "

Mr. Lewis smiled at the boy and shook his head. "You constantly surprise me with your stubbornness young man. Just be careful that it doesn't get you in trouble."

The history teacher stood up and extended an arm to help Matt up. Matt gratefully took it and he was hauled to his feet. Matt wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand and flashed his favorite teacher a smile.

"I won't Master!" He gave Mr. Lewis a mock bow.

Mr. Lewis smiled. He had been teaching Matt mixed martial arts since he was a little boy and Matt made sure that he never forgot it. That was the attitude that he would never forget from this boy. He admired it as well. It had help Matt succeed in many areas of life and persevere in many more. He nodded his head and fell into the flow of the students leaving the school, still intent on speaking to the principle about Arthur.

Matt turned around and opened his locker; new and improved with the dent in the front. He pulled out his jacket and replaced the few books that he didn't need. He slammed the locker shut and locked it. Spinning around he walked past the few students who were still in the school and through the door; ready to face the rest of the day.

Matt slammed face first into a solid brick wall, breaking the clot in his nose and causing him to fall to his knees.

"C'mon Reedman! A baby puts up a better fight!" Arthur jeered.

Matt had exited the school and started walking home when Arthur had found him again. He wasn't one to let an insult go it would seem. He and his gang of the few boys he got along with had grabbed him and drug him into an alley behind the school.

"No teacher to save you now huh!"

Matt just let his body take it, knowing he could not do anything about it. He curled up and moved his arms into protective positions when they decided to hit a few of the more painful parts but other than that, he really didn't so anything about it knowing the beating would be over soon.

They finally got bored with him just laying there and left him to tend to his bruises. As Matt struggled to his feet he look at his watch.

'4:30! Crap! I'm meeting Martha and Archer in 30 minutes!'

Arthur had been beating him for over an hour! Not only would he be late for his meeting with Archer and Martha, his parents would be extremely worried about him not calling and saying that he would beats getting home from school. He stood up and winced as a few of the more painful bruises sent spikes of pain through his body. As he bent down to pick up his books and papers, a dark cobalt blue dragon flashed before his eyes. Matt stumbled backward with a hand clasped over his forehead as a agonizing jolt shot through it. Matt dropped to a crouch as the pain subsided. It was like someone had shoved a nail through his head! After a few minutes the pain disappeared as fast as it had came and only a slight headache remained. A slight itch developed on his left upper arm, near his shoulder. The itch worsened and Matt began to scratch harder.

'Ah! Sweet relief!'

Matt finally hit the spot were it itched the most. He scratched until he felt something start to come off. He looked and… wait was that skin!? Matt pulled up his shirt sleeve and stared in shock. His skin was peeling like a bad sunburn and underneath was blue.. something. It was shiny and hard with thin lines of a lighter shade of blue running through it. As Matt looked at it the blue started to spread. Once the thing spread his breathing sped up. Soon it covered his entire arm and was making its way down his chest frontside.

Matt tried to calm himself down. Taking deep breaths he pulled out the jacket that was in his bag and put it on. He tried to think about this logically. People don't start turning blue for no reason at all. Maybe this had something to do with the dream he was having. He needed to talk to Archer and Martha and maybe his parents.

Picking his stuff up off the ground, Matt raced home hoping to find some answers. Dodging through the streets and around people he came onto his street. Running down it he arrived at his front door out of breath and wheezing. Raising his hand to turn the knob he noticed a note taped to the front door just below the peephole. Matt pulled it up and brought it closer so he could read it.

Matt,

Your Father and I are out to dinner. There is some food in the fridge and some cookies on the counter. We couldn't get ahold of you via your phone so we went ahead and left on our date.

Love,

Mom

Matt groaned and slammed a palm into his forehead. He had forgotten that his parents would be out tonight. Peering a little closer he saw some fine print written in his mothers handwriting.

P.S When you wash the dishes, don't turn the water up to high you might burn yourself.

"Ahh Mom." Matt smiled "Overprotective as always."

"Hey, Matt!" Cheerful voice called from the direction of the sidewalk.

Martha and Archer were walking down the sidewalk to his house. Matt checked his watch. He had gotten there right on time. He looked back up and waved at his two friends.

" Hi guys!" Matt called. "My Mom and Dad are out tonight so we have the house to ourselves. Come on in."

Soon all three of them were crashed out on the various chairs in the living room. Martha was sprawled out on the sofa to Matt's left and Archer was sitting upright in Matte dads chair. Matt was stuck in the middle, between his two interrogator like friends. He began shifting uncomfortably at the stare that Archer had been giving him since they all had sit down. Well that and his entire body had started to itch something fierce again.

"Alright Matt, what's bothering you." Archer asked. "You seem to be… distracted a lot."

"Right to the point, eh Archer?" Matt joked. "No time for cookies?"

Matt offered a plate with said food upon it. He had grabbed them when the three of them had come into the living room. Martha snagged one and was happily munching on it when Matt proffered one to Archer. All he got in return was death glare. Matt held up his hands in surrender.

"Alright alright. I get it your worried about me." He said "Just don't blame me if you don't believe me."

Matt shifted himself forward and placed the plate of cookies on the end table and began to speak.

"It all started a few weeks ago. I started to have nightmares about three dragons fighting in an underground cavern…"

This continued for the better part of an hour until Matt sat back and took a deep breath. He looked at Archers and Martha's faces. They were covered in disbelief. Matt sighed and hung his head.

" If you don't believe me that's fine." Said Matt slightly put out at his friends reaction.

"Matt that's not the reason." Martha said shifting in her seat. "It's just I have had the same exact dream for the past few weeks."

"Me too." Said Archer. "Why would we all- Martha? Why is your arm turning paler?"

"You weren't supposed to see that." Martha answered folding her arms over her chest. She started to stand up but clutched her head and fell back down heavily.

Matt started to get up." Hey what's wron-" he fell down hard clutching his own head with Martha falling onto the floor clutching her own head and howling in pain.

"SO… THESE ARE THE CHILDREN THAT ARE DESTINED TO DEFEAT ME AGAIN."A dark, growling voice thundered through Matt's head. It felt like it was going to split his skull wide open!

"Hey! What's wrong?!" Archer stood up from his chair and started approaching Matt and Martha. He took a few steps before a small swirling, dark purple vortex opened at his feet and he fell in. Archer screamed and grabbed the floor on the outside of the vortex and hanging there.

Matt crawled over and reached out a hand to help Archer before an invisible force slammed him into the ground.

"AH, AH, AH. CAN'T HAVE THAT. THIS ONE COULD BE USEFUL TO ME. I THINK I WILL TAKE HIM."

The ground started to shake and Archer lost his grip. Matt watched helplessly as Archer fell down into the depths of the pit. As soon as Archer was out of sight the edges of the pit started to become ragged and it was starting to shrink.

'Go'

A soft authoritative voice spoke that single word. It was the last thing Matt heard before he threw himself into the purple vortex after Archer. His mind started to fade as he stared at the ceiling of his living room. Just before the blackness took Matt, he thought he saw a person fall into the vortex behind him.

Edited: 06/26/15