Thanks to everyone who liked my idea. Now I can start my story. Sorry for the delay; I was trying to model my OC and it took longer than I thought.

DISCLAIMER: This has nothing to do with Eragon, How To Train Your Dragon or any other stories involving people who ride dragons. Also I do not own Spyro, etc.

So here we go!


Chapter 1: The Night of Destiny

In the Year of the Dragon, in a world beyond the Realms, I, like all the others, awaited the birth of the dragon of whom the prophecies foretold. But the Dark Master knew the prophecies as well. I should have hidden the eggs long before, but I… I thought we were ready… I thought they'd be safe. Oh, how I was wrong…

The silence in the Grotto was broken by a roar and the sound of burning flames. Then a large orange and red dragon entered the room. It was Ignitus, the Fire Guardian, checking on the eggs. He gazed across the room with a heavy sigh, before crossing over to a recumbent gold-coloured dragon lying fast asleep in a corner.

"Astral," he whispered, gently shaking the younger dragon. "Astral, wake up."

With a groan and a yawn, the young dragon stirred and looked up. As she got to her feet, her features were revealed: two pairs of blue horns, blue-edged wings, a light-blue underbelly, a strange white sword-shaped marking on her chest, and a spear on the end of her tail.

"What is it, Master Ignitus?" Astral murmured.

"You were sleeping on the job again, young dragon," the Fire Guardian scolded. "If I'd been an enemy, you would be dead by now."

"I'm sorry, Master," Astral sighed. "I guess I was a bit tired after all the training you put me through."

"That's quite alright," Ignitus smiled. Astral was a very unusual dragon. A few weeks ago, she'd discovered the power of Fire, which was strange because she wasn't a Fire Dragon. Later, Ignitus found out that she was a Golden Dragon, a creature even rarer than the prophesied Purple Dragon. He assumed that maybe Astral had other hidden abilities, so he invited her to the Temple to try and uncover them. But so far, she only knew Fire.

What was even stranger about her was the marking on Astral's chest. She had asked the Guardians what it was and why she had it, but they just hesitated slightly and said it was probably just a birthmark. Astral suspected that her mark meant something more special, but they never told her what.

"Where are the other Guardians?" Astral asked as she stretched.

"Still keeping watch," Ignitus replied. "Who knows when the Armies will attack?"

Astral turned towards the pedestal overlooking the eggs, upon which lay a large purple egg. Ignitus looked too and they both approached the pedestal.

"Don't you think we should move the eggs to somewhere safer?" Astral asked. "I mean, my brother's egg is here too. They'll need complete security."

But before Ignitus could reply, the Grotto suddenly began to shake. The two dragons looked up and around in horror as a large yellow dragon came charging into the room.

"Volteer, what's happening?" Ignitus demanded.

"Save them!" Volteer cried out. "The Dark Armies have come!"

"Oh no!" Astral gasped. "What do we do, Master?"

"They mustn't get to the eggs!" Ignitus cried, grabbing the purple egg. "Volteer, go warn Cyril and Terrador! You must try to hold them back. Astral, come with me!"

Together, the two dragons ran towards a back door, which Ignitus opened with his fire breath. Then they pelted down a passageway and emerged into the gardens, where they spread their wings and took to the sky. They flew over the mushroom forest, until they saw the Silver River and landed by the bank.

"What now, Master?" Astral gasped.

"Now, I will make sure that this egg goes somewhere safe," Ignitus panted. "Meanwhile, Astral, you must keep going and find somewhere to hide from the Dark Armies."

"No, Master! I won't leave you."

"Listen to me, young dragon," the Fire Guardian cut in, staring into the young dragon's blue eyes. "If the Dark Master finds you and this egg, he'll destroy you both and prevent the prophecies from coming true. You must survive until you meet your partner, and this egg must survive until the hatchling's grown up. Only then will we have a chance against the Dark Master."

"My partner?" Astral asked confused.

Ignitus sighed and bowed his head. "Astral, I'm afraid the other Guardians and myself have not been completely honest with you. You see, that mark on your chest signifies a great destiny for you. You have been chosen to be the steed for the Dragon Rider."

Astral gasped in amazement. "You mean, the humans are still alive?" She remembered reading about the Dragons Riders of the past in the Temple's Archives.

"I saw them in the Pool of Visions. They live on the distant land of the Broken Isles, but they have forgotten about our past friendship. But this night, the human chosen to be the next Rider has received the same mark as you. It will be a long time still before he is truly ready for his destiny. Until then, you must keep yourself alive. Understand?"

Astral still felt sad about leaving the Guardians, but she nodded. "I won't let you down, Master Ignitus."

"Good girl," Ignitus beamed. "Now go."

Reluctantly, Astral took off and flew downstream towards the sea. At the same time, Ignitus cut off the head of a small mushroom, placed the egg in the centre and pushed it into the river, where the currents swept it away.

Ignitus watched the two images disappearing into the night and called out, "May the Ancestors look after you. May they look after us all."

Then he took off and flew back towards the Temple, ready to help his fellow Guardians battle to protect the other eggs. But by the time he'd charged into the Grotto, he was already too late…


At the same moment, on an island several miles away, a young human boy of seven years woke up with a cry of pain. His mother came rushing into his room.

"Troy, what's wrong?" she asked.

"My arm," the little child sobbed. "It hurts."

Behind his mom, an older boy peeked around the doorway. "You probably bumped it against the bed or something stupid."

"Don't be mean, Orion," his mother scolded, kneeling next to Troy. "Now let me take a look."

Gently, she took his left arm in her hands and rolled back the sleeve of his nightshirt. When the skin was revealed, she gasped in shock.

"What is that?" Orion breathed as he looked too. "How did that get there?"

"I don't know," his mother whispered, her eyes not moving from the red sword-shaped marking branded onto Troy's arm…


Phew! Finished at last. So there you have it; my original character has been introduced. And just for the record, at this stage, she's the age Spyro will be when the story starts.

So… you know what happens to Spyro, but what will happen to Astral and Troy? Wait and see.