Hey guys. It's that time of year again where I write my best friend and brother a special story as a birthday present to him. Now I love my best friend and brother immensely and this will be something special for him, along with having some of my own elements mixed inside. Oh yeah, this story isn't mine and it shall be a remake of author CyndarDragon's Story "Misplacement". She has some old classic stories and some really funny ones as well about Spyro, and do please check out her stories. She has given me permission to adopt her story and remake it. I'll also be writing the story in her style. I really appreciate this and thank you, CyndarDragon. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy my new story and my new OC, and don't forget to review, favorite, and follow. No flamers! Warning: Spyro driving cars! ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to the Spyro the Dragon franchise. It's rightfully owned by the folks over at Activision.

~The Legend of Spyro: Misplacement~

Ch. 1: Prologue

He thrashed around in his slumber, plagued by nightmares every night. His purple scales would rattle like maracas, his body would convulse, muscles shifting and tensing violently underneath his skin. His breathing would escalate and he'd be screaming. Sometimes he would just mumble words and other times he would be shrieking loud enough to wake everyone up in the temple. Only on rare occasions would a gentle voice be heard in his nightmares to calm him down. His nightmares would be like cages, unproblematic to enter but difficult to escape. Eyes darting underneath his purple eyelids, he was trapped inside his own nightmares until...

"Spyro, wake up!" Cynder shouted. The purple dragon bolted awake, his breathing very erratic.

"Cynder?" He said in a frightened voice, gazing over at her. Her soft, gentle, and mellow face was looking at him. Her green eyes were glittering in the moonlight.

"Looks like you've had another nightmare." Cynder said and nuzzled him softly in between the neck and shoulder, covering him with her left red and black wing. Despite there being signs of distrust, she did always comfort the purple dragon and help him out of his nightmares. Sometimes the nightmares were extremely lurid and would have long-lasting aftereffects on him, not to mention also waking Sparx up.

"Can a dragonfly get any sleep around here?! My eye is already twitching from her and now you!" Sparx groaned, moving Spyro's left wing off his body, and rubbing his eyes as he saw Cynder nuzzling his brother. "And once more, the ultimate evil rears her evil on my buddy."

"Thank you for breaking me out of that hell again." Spyro replied, ignoring his brother's complaining and resting his tired head on her soft wing. He took a deep breath of her sweet pomegranate-like aroma and exhaled a loud sigh. "I think I need to walk this off through the temple for a bit." Spyro said, removing his gaze from her. His mouth was curving downward, showing how depressed and still frightened he was.

"Right now? It's nighttime. We should get back to sleep." Cynder responded, wanting the same thing Sparx wanted which was sleep.

"Please?" Spyro pleaded. His purple eyes were beseeching to look at. Perhaps a peaceful walk through the temple would pacify him.

Cynder sighed. "Fine. I'll walk with you. But you owe me a goodnight's sleep."

"And I'll go with you. Can't get back to sleep with purple boy moving around." Sparx replied, though he wanted to be close to his brother is all and sleep under the comfort of his wing once more.

The two dragons and one dragonfly rose from the bed and exited Spyro's sleeping quarters which was a bedroom that the Guardians had made for him and Sparx to sleep during their stay and also made one for Cynder as well.

The night was peaceful. The darkness sheltered any creature that dwells within it. That was a positive thing about night. It could act as your best friend or worst enemy. Night can shelter you, cloaking you in her darkness to protect you from others. Night will hide you and shell shall protect you. She leaves it up to you to remain shrouded in her protection. Night can also go against you and kill you. She can make it impossible to see your own foot paws. Night can also make you lost without hope. She'll send creatures of the night to attack you and possibly kill you. She can lead your chasers and make you weary. She can save you, she is great to hide in. She can kill you, she is dangerous to have haphazard adventures within.

Spyro walked through the night's shrouded protections with Cynder and Sparx beside him. Little fireflies danced around in the air while the two moons provided enough light for them to see the path. The wind gently blew by, carrying the softness of warmth along with it. It smelt of peaches and apples together in a lavish mix, likely from the fruit trees scattered about the swampy grounds of the temple.

Admiring the beauty of the temple grounds, the three walked around outside for a few more minutes before walking back inside the temple. They made their way into the temple's training area where that statue of the mysterious dragon resided. Spyro's erratic breathing had stopped now which was a good sign. Now he just sat there, admiring the beauty of the night in all her mysterious beauty.

Then something caught his eye. The eyes on the dragon statue began glowing, intriguing the young purple dragon. Spyro slowly walked towards the statue, as he began to sense something oddly familiar about the dragon in the statue, yet it also held such an overwhelming dark presence to it that made him want to run from it. Ultimately, Spyro's curiosity got the better of him and flew towards the face of the statue. He sniffed the head of the statue which seemed to have some dark power radiating from it.

At the Mountain of Malefor, Gaul and his subjects were watching the purple dragon through a magical portal through space and time, as the evil growls and snarls of the restless spirits trapped within the fortress could be heard throughout the mountain. Gaul used his staff to slowly manipulate the statue, as the alter that leads to the core of the fortress began filling with dark powers, as the evil energy took the form of a spirit-like dragon creature with sinister glowing yellow eyes, causing the soldier apes to all shriek and flee in terror, leaving Gaul alone with the evil presence.

"Master, the hour of darkness draws near and the pitiful purple dragon Spyro is playing right into our hands." Gaul responded, as the dark presence turned to see Spyro about to touch his statue.

"Excellent work, Gaul. The evil power within my statue shall banish that miserable dragon to another dimension and allow me to finally break free of my prison. The Night of Eternal Darkness will soon be upon us and I can feel my powers returning." The Dark Master spoke, turning back to Gaul. "Proceed with the spell at once and banish the dragon! Oh, and bring me Cynder once the temple is destroyed!"

"It shall be done, my master." Gaul replied, bowing in respect to his master, and using his staff to banish the purple dragon to another dimension. "Spirits of darkness, here me now! Grunt your loyal servant the power to banish any and all hope for this world and let it be ravaged by the darkness!" He roared, the gem on his staff glowing purple, as he unleashed the dark magic into the statue.

Once the spell had been cast, the eyes on the statue turned to a more ominous shade of yellow, almost demonic looking in appear. The evil of the statue was growing in power, and the once peaceful and clam atmosphere of the Dragon Temple changed into one of pure dread and despair, as it felt like all the light and hope had been replaced by darkness, something Cynder quickly took notice to.

"Find something wrong with the statue?" Cynder asked, flying up to her friend with Sparx to investigate. "We might need to get outta here and call it a night. This place is giving me the creeps all of a sudden."

The eyes on the statue suddenly turned a demonic red color and the training room some became bitterly cold. The feeling of something evil was almost overwhelming and Spyro and company could see their own breath, causing Sparx to hide behind his left wing. Spyro felt afraid but he went on and nudged the statue with his snout, but once he did so, everything went white and then black.

"Spyro! Sparx!" Was the last thing Spyro heard from Cynder before everything went black around him.

"So what? You seriously think you can take advantage of me?" A gangster said, looking down at the albino boy.

"Look, I already said they were too fast, Lightning! It was either get the hell outta there or getting my butt kicked! I'm sorry, alright? I need to get to Maine and I can't drive, so could you please just give me a lift there for free and we forget this whole misunderstanding?" The albino boy responded, reaching into his hoodie for something.

"Maine. Maine, Maine, Maine, Maine. It's always Maine with you. What's so special and cool about that cold place, you homeless boy!" The gangster responded.

"It's much cooler up there and more snowy for my tastes!" The albino boy replied, putting on a soft smile.

"What and South Carolina's not? We had a deal and you didn't get me the money. You broke the deal. No money, no drive. You really piss me off, boy!" Lightning responded, his fat black hands wiped some sweat off his forehead, but he suddenly screamed in pain as he felt a blunt instrument strike his nuts, and fell down the ground in agony, with tears in his eyes as he caught the albino boy running away. "Kick that fool's ass!"

His eyes widened as he dodged a pair of hands from both sides. Just as the hands went for him again, he swung his feet around, knocking them to the ground. He quickly stood up and ran away, only to have his path blocked by another gangster. He laughed and took out a pop out switchblade.

He turned around, skidding a bit as he changed direction. The other end was a narrow hallway that was blocked. As the two gangsters went in for him on both sides, he jumped up high and spread out his legs, climbing up the wall quickly just in time as the two men slammed into each other. He jumped on top of them and ran towards the direction that offered escape.

"Get that mother fucking kid and kill him!" Lightning screamed, getting back on his feet while still in incredible pain.

He climbed a stairwell effortlessly, but yet again, his passageway was blocked. This time, a man armed with a baseball bat in hand.

As he charged at him, he grabbed onto the banister railings and swung himself over the edge. He remained hanging on the banisters rails as he quickly ran on the outsides of the stairs, bypassing the men. He swung himself over the edge and starts running down the next hallway. The people behind him were catching up, for they were older, stronger, and more experienced at fighting them he was.

There was a wall in front of him with three piles of useless junk nobody would want. He kept running and then ran up the wall, kicking off and flipping backwards in the air as the two gangsters slammed right into the wall, exactly as he planned. He landed on his feet and knocked down the piles of junk, burying the men alive. He then grabbed onto a nearby floor fan that was turned on. He whipped himself around and threatened another gangster with it. He held up his hands in defeat, knowing this kid could kill him with that. The other gangster wasn't deterred though.

He lunged at the kid, but he slammed the fan into his body, injuring him and knocking him to the floor. He then started sprinting in the other direction but felt something grab onto his hoodie and pull him back. He reached into his hoodie and took out the blunt instrument which was a fifteen inch piece of pipe and slammed the pipe right into his face, breaking his nose and knocking several of his teeth out as he landed on the unconscious man. He quickly got off the man's body and emptied out his wallet, taking all the cash he had and made a break for the exit.

Seeing more men charging at him, the kid leaped right into the action and struck each of them in the nuts before knocking them unconscious with a blow to the head, as he took a wrong turn and ended up on a balcony. He looked below and realized it would be a long fall to earth.

"Get back here!" He heard someone yelling.

He hauled himself over the railing and clung on tightly, seeing the guy with the baseball bat.

As he got ready to take a swing at the boy with the bat and make him fall, he quickly moved his hand out of the way, hanging onto the railing with just one hand. He moved the bat and did the same to the other one. He just gave a nervous smile as the gangster looked at him in a funny way.

Back and forth, back and forth, he kept missing in quick succession due to the boy's fast reflexes.

Tried and frightened, he released his grip on the balcony's railing and landed on a window air conditioner unit. He kneeled down on the impact, then landed on another AC unit below. Then he jumped from the next level and the next until he finally reached the bottom.

Once he reached the bottom, people ran out the front doors as he sprinted for a parked golf cart with the keys in the ignition. His purple jacket was flipping in the breeze along with his snow white hair as he ran through the dirt parking lot. She leaped into the driver's seat of the unattended golf cart, turned the key to start, stepped on the gas pedal to release the parking break, made sure the golf cart was in forward gear, and stepped on the gas pedal and sped off, knowing the gangsters would soon give up after realizing he defeated them.

He eased up a bit on the gas pedal but still drove fast and a little erratically on the golf cart as he drove into main traffic. After nearly mowing down a group of toddlers playing narrowly avoiding hitting a few cats and dogs and managing to not have a wreck, he pulled the golf cart over. He had outsmarted the gangsters once again and kicked some serious butt. He panted and took a sip of some Pepsi from his backpack as he walked around an office building, leaning up against the concrete structure. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander... that is until he head, "HEY! No loitering and no kids using golf carts for joyrides!" He looked over in the direction of the voice. A man was standing outside his shop, pointing at him. He was rather thin and looked like a typical nerd with glasses and freckles on his face. He sighed and got back in the driver's seat of his stolen golf cart, then started driving away. "Your breaking the law here, you little troublemaker! Your lucky I don't have the cops called!"

"Screw you!" He said back to the man.

"I'm calling the cops!" The man replied, taking out his dated cellphone.

"Go ahead, the cops don't care! I haven't done anything wrong, so turn around and shut up!" He gave the golf cart more gas and drove back onto the main road. He drove erratically for nearly three hours before he started getting to the outskirts of the city. Once he was out of the outskirts, he would be in a dense forest area where he would be safe. Safer, anyways.

His name was Raymond Dragonfang. A wired name, but it didn't bother him. He is eight years old and has survived the death of his parents and has albinism. He had escaped the orphanage after the sister tired using him and the other kids for slave labor. He fled far north to South Carolina, faraway from his former home in Florida where he used to live. All he had was the clothes on his back and some stolen money and credit cards he used to get by and some weapons to defend himself and other things in his backpack.

Raymond was the type of kid most people tend to avoid because they viewed him as a freak. He was a little taller about an inch taller than most kids his age, thin with some muscle, long thick white hair, pale white skin that gave people the impression he was sick, and pink eyes. His attire was nothing more than a black pair of long silk pants, a navy blue turtleneck, a purple dragon themed hoodie, felt purple dragon paw gloves with little white claws, black shocks, a pair of purple and black sneakers, and a black aviator's cap and googles he wore on his head. Being stricken with albinism, he had issues with the sun, hence why he usually wore a hoodie with his hood covering his head during the daytime and also because the sun really hurt his eyes as well.

Raymond stepped on the brake and pulled the golf cart over on the side of the road and went a little ways into the woods. Once he found a decent and shady tree to sleep under, he parked the golf cart and rested by the tree. The sun was finally setting and he could rest his eyes for the night. However, just as he closed his heavy eyelids...

Soon there was an ear-splitting noise that sounded like it could shatter all glass. He bolt upright and saw shards of purple crystals raining down in one direction, then disappearing as they made impact with the ground. Something was flung through it. The ear-splitting noises died down and there was a newly former-crater in the ground. Whatever that fell was purple in color and appeared motionless. It was also in a very twisted position and there seemed to some faint yellow glow on it's body, the back of it's body was on the ground but the upper half of it was facing the darkening sky.

Raymond neared the mysterious creature. Was it smoking? There seemed to be something coming off of it.

The creatures neck was twisted so that's it's jaw was on the ground. It's orange-colored wings were in odd positions as well as it's legs.

"Hello?" He said in an uncertain voice, kneeling down to the ground near it.

It's eyes shot right open.

That marks the end of chapter one. I hope that was an interesting chapter for you guys to enjoy. I hope you like your birthday present and have a happy birthday, my friend! :) Things get more interesting in the next chapter I promise. And CyndarDragon, once again, thank you for letting me adopt this story. Anyway, please do leave me a review and leave your feedback on my story, and I'll see you guys all in the next chapter! Bye-bye!