AN: My first fanfiction so go easy on me. Sorry if there are any mistakes I'm still not sure how to work fanfiction. XD
Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Spyro or any characters or lands and places from the games. Those belong to whoever made them. However I do own the characters I made.
Before Spyro and before the Guardians even first exsisted was a peacful world were all dragons lived in peace and harmony. War did not exsist in this world. The only element known to every dragon was fire, no earth or ice just the roaring and raging flames of fire. A World of Fire. That all changes when new and shocking elements emerge as their world begins to change. As something evil from another universe threatens the world and a prophecy emerges. A legend is born.
This is the legend before the legend.
"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds that darkness has always got there first and is waiting for it."- Terry Prachett
Chapter 1
A crisp breeze rolled through the trees below, rustling the autumn tinted leaves in a seemingly lazy manner. The two Harvest Moons hung in the sky casting an eerie orange glow over the forest as the creatures of the night began to awaken. A peaceful silence suddenly fell over the forest, and then was just as suddenly shattered as the whistling of a fast moving object was heard overhead. The object passing overhead was outlined by a soft ,warm ,reddish glow emitting from the cold iron bucket clasped in its fore paws. The creature raced by and continued onward into the distance, the faint glow fading, and then finally blinking out.
As soon as the creature had dissipated, into the blackness of the night, there was a loud pop, then a shrill metallic wail. Nearly invisible to the naked eye was a slight distortion, a ripple in the chilled air, as if something from another world was coming. The metallic wail ended abruptly and with a whirring noise a large black abyss opened up in the floor of the forest. Creatures around the area watched in awe as a tangled mass of shadows was harshly shoved out. This thing had been rejected by its world and now lay in a massive heap on the now cold and frigid ground of theirs.
Panic and fear shot through every creature as the mass of shadows heaved itself up off the floor with apparent effort and began to manifest into a different creature then those watching. Even though these particular creatures were known throughout the lands, they kept to themselves and stayed in their own cities or villages. It had manifested into the towering form of a dragon. The top of its shadow covered horns barely passed the tallest trees. Raising its massive head to the sky it seemed to breathe in the chilly air around it. The dragon sensed the greed and ambition in this peaceful world, the emotions seemed to feed the dragon and give it the power to stand up straighter and hold its head higher in a proud manner. Yet these emotions just needed a little coaxing to become more. To become evil. It thought to itself as it lashed its tail behind itself in silent excitement.
A rustle in the bushes in front of it made the creature's crimson eyes, which held no pupil, narrow at the disturbance. Stepping out of the cover of the trees was an animal balancing on two legs and shrouded in a red cloak that barely passed the yellow knees of the animal. Black spots covered the yellow fur that was not covered by the blood red material, and a muzzle poked out from the darkness of a hood attached to the cloak. Looking up at the dragon towering in front of it the animal pushed back its hood and pulled a bow from around its shoulders, then it notched an arrow on the frayed bowstring.
The manifested dragon watched in amusement as the puny creature pulled back the drawstring, its rounded white ears perked forward and its aqua colored eyes narrowed at its target. The yellow furred animal leveled the arrow at the place where the dragons heart would be, after aiming the arrow the animal flicked its long tail and opened its teeth lined muzzle and spoke in a harsh tone,
"My name is Enfar, son of the great chieftain Streak, and his mate Aura. State your purpose of coming here or I will be forced to fire."
Suddenly the dragon remembered what these animals were; he had seen them in the world he was in before this one. Though the creatures walked on four legs back in the other world they were the same. They were cheetahs. Chuckling softly the dragon ran its clawed foot across the ground mere millimeters from Enfar's foot, creating deep furrows in the brittle ground. He relished in the shocked expression etched on Enfar's face as he stared at the deep incisions, fear obvious in his posture as he shrank back and a cold shiver ran down his spine at the thought of the damage those claws could cause.
The dragon answered Enfar's warning in a voice that sounded like a knife raking across stone, "This world seems peaceful. Too peaceful if I might say and I've come to change that." The dragon watched as the cheetah pulled the drawstring back further, tensing his arm muscles to shoot, and spoke in a the same voice as before but with amusement, "And don't bother shooting me. Your puny arrows won't even dent my scales."
The shadow shrouded dragon reached one clawed foot forward and plucked the bow out of the startled cheetahs hands and crushed the flimsy wood, leaving the cheetah weaponless and without a way to protect itself. Seeing that Enfar was about to make a run for it, the dragon firmly swatted him with his left fore paw and watched in sickening glee as Enfar sailed through the air, then smacked into a nearby tree. The force of the blow had effectively cracked the slender tree in half and the cheetah lay in a heap next to it, its leg twisted at an unnatural angle and a bone slightly sticking out from the now blood matted fur. Three lacerations decorated Enfar's midsection, the cloak now ripped and frayed around the cuts and blood seeped out of the wounds, forming a small crimson puddle around him.
Enfar was rapidly nearing unconsciousness, his vision blurring and whirling around, blackness was beginning to seep into the edges of his muddled vision as well. He Struggled to push himself up, but his arms gave out beneath him as an excruciating pain shot through his left leg and his stomach area, the blackness encroached further upon him and his eyes began to slip close.
Seeing that Enfar was about to lose consciousness the dragon lunged forward and pinned him down with his front feet, gleefully digging his needle sharp claws into Enfar's warm flesh. Enfar's eyes widened and his pupils dilated in fear as he stared up at the shadow covered beast restraining him. Whimpering in fear as the dragon craned its long neck downward, bringing its massive head near Enfar's ear, the dragons acrid breath washed over it as it spoke in a malicious tone,
"I have a message for your precious father," the dragon spat the words out as if they were distasteful food, and then continued in a serious tone, "Tell him that the Darkness has come to rule and to either die fighting me or join me. Oh, and tell him to pass on my message, I want the whole world to know that the age of peace is over."
The dragon's voice faded into a whisper as he said the last sentence, then with a final blow over the head the cheetah fell silent, unconsciousness had finally claimed him and he floated in the painless abyss of darkness.
The dragons long tail lashed behind him as he stepped away from the fallen cheetah and spread his wings wide, the shadows swirled around in mid-air for a brief moment and then receded back into the gigantic black wings that seemed to stretch across the horizon. The two orange moons were temporarily blotted out by the huge appendages stretching into the midnight sky, as the dragon reared up on his hind legs and looked out at the forest below. Soon this world would be his. With that final thought the dragon opened its large maw towards the sky, the razor sharp teeth lining its gums were the only things showing in the shadows. A faint purple light began to emerge between the jaws of the great beast, then it condensed into a compacted ball that swirled a dark violet. The compacted energy grew steadily brighter and larger, until with a great flash of light the dragon disappeared. Leaving Enfar lying on the cold frigid ground battered and bleeding, now holding, inside of his unconscious mind, the foreshadowing message of great destruction to come.