Prologue: A Mysterious New Foe

It was night. All of the dragons had turned in for the night, and unknown to them, a cloaked figure, a trespasser, had entered the village. The unknown invader was searching for something, and he was searching the area of the world that the dragons call home thoroughly and persistantly. Sure enough, he eventually found what he was lookning for. His desired target, was Spyro the Dragon. The cloaked figure approached Spyro, and placed his hands, covered in gloves, on his chest. A stream of pure power, purple in color and visible to the naked eye, was being drawn from Spyro and into the body of the mysterious intruder. As the purple stream of power faded from view, Spyro began to squirm in his sleep, causing the cloaked figure to gasp, look both ways, and suddenly vanish into the night just as Spyro woke up. It wasn't long before he noticed an absence of the majority of his former strength, and he asked in a low, tired sounding voice,

"What happened to me...?" All of the formed commotion, combined with Spyro's exhausted talking, caused Cynder, who was staying with Spyro, to just barely wake up. She looked at Spyro, and asked,

"What's wrong Spyro...?"

"Huh...? Oh, nothing." Said Spyro.

"You still sound terribly exhausted, go back to bed..." Said Cynder. She was then quick to fall back asleep. Spyro thought about it, and decided that it was probably exhaustion. Whatever it was, he would know for sure in the morning, so he went back to sleep.

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I know it's pretty short, but there will be more. Trust me, I haven't even gotten started yet.