Greetings all you Spyro maniacs out there
I know I promised a sequel to A Dragon's Heart, but unfortunately I'm going to have to put that on hiatus because I can't seem to think of anything good for it
However, at some point in time, I started thinking to myself 'dude, I wonder what would happen if Johnny Nitro was sent to the Dragon Realms'
Thus I decided to insert him into the TLOS series. I have to warn you though: I don't have A New Beginning, so it's going to take a while for me to get all the detail off YouTube, so just bear with me on this
I don't own Spyro, the characters, or the trilogy; I do own Johnny Nitro and this and the future fics
In the Year of the Dragon, in a world beyond the realms, I, like all the others, awaited the birth of the dragon for whom the prophecies foretold. But the Dark Master had heard the prophecies as well. I should have hidden the eggs long ago, but I… I thought we were ready, I thought we were safe… oh… how I was wrong.
Ignitus made his way to the hatchery, his head hung low. He knew the world the young dragons were going to be born into. But he had no time to dwell on that, as one of the eggs was of dire importance to prevent the annihilation of his once proud race.
After opening a door with his flames, Ignitus entered the hatchery and began looking over the groups of eggs, which consisted of five fire dragons, two shadow dragons, one fear dragon, three ice dragons, two Electricity dragons and one Earth dragon. At the far end of the room sat a lone egg resting on a highly decorated dais. Unlike the other eggs, this one was pure purple. He bent over the egg to make sure it hadn't been harmed in any way. He smiled when he saw no cracks were visible.
Good Ignitus thought my son is safe.
Suddenly, a loud rumble was felt through the entire temple. Ignitus looked up in worry.
Surely Terrador couldn't be training at this time of night he thought.
Suddenly, a bright yellow dragon came running into the room, completely out of breath.
"Save them. The Dark Armies have come" he yelled.
Ignitus looked down at the purple egg, fear registering as a single horrifying thought entered his mind: they've come for his son. In desperation, he grabbed the egg and lit the torches that opened the secret escape tunnel. He took flight once the tunnel gave out.
Eventually, he made his way down to a river. He landed and began looking downstream. The water was moving rather quickly so there was no chance of setting it adrift on its own without it getting damaged. Looking down, he saw a lone mushroom cap sitting on the riverbank. Gently setting the egg inside, he pushed the cap into the water and watched as his son floated downstream.
"May the Ancestors look after you" Ignitus said. "May they look after us all".
With that he took off back to the temple.
Eventually the egg came to rest in a distant swamp, where a family of dragonflies gathered 'round, wondering what magnificent creature could possibly live inside it. They didn't have to wait for long.
What emerged from the egg frightened them at first, but finally amazed and astonished them. It was a purple dragon, who they eventually adopted and raised as one of their own. They named him Spyro and he grew up alongside Sparx, the young dragonfly who was born on the same day. In fact, the two were almost like brothers. And a more oddly-matched yet compatible pair of brothers the world had never seen.
As for Spyro, he, like all of us, accepted the world into which he was born, believing he was one of them. A big purple one of them, true, but one of them nonetheless.
Meanwhile…
Amber and Chad had been waiting for the last hour for the doctor to show them there child. They had spent a half an hour of grueling torture for him to come out, and they couldn't stand waiting any longer. Finally the doctor and a nurse came in; carrying a blue blanket they assumed carried their son.
"How is he, doctor" Amber asked.
"He's fine" the doctor said. "But there is some concern about a weird birthmark on his right wrist".
The nurse stepped forward and handed the baby over to Amber. She quickly unwrapped the blanket. Immediately, the child raised his hands, and on the right, a weird mark that looked like a dragon was on his wrist just below his hand. The doctor was right: her son did have a strange birthmark.
Cool, prologue over.
R&R plz. The more reviews I get, the better it will make me feel about posting this story.
NITRO PSYCHO OUT!