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Chapter 2: Revelations
Just as Destiny foretold Sparrow became the King of Albion but not without a price. It wasn't even a year before he gain custody of Spyro before tragedy struck, his wife Alex fell deathly ill with an unknown disease and passed away. Two following years later war broke out, the remaining commandants banded together forged an army of enslaved soldiers to avenge their fallen master. Sparrow and his eldest son Logan had dedicated the next half a decade, raising Spyro and defending Albion.
During the war Sparrow met two people whom became his greatest friends and comrades, Walter Beck and Captain Swift. Albion was in disarray and was in no shape or form to defend against the commandant's army, Sparrow had united Albion through strength, cunning and conviction under a single banner.
The people of Albion unanimously chose Sparrow to be King of Albion. Within a year Sparrow had led Albion to victory and vanquished Commandants and their army. Swift who had then been promoted to Major Swift now lead the army serving and protecting Albion from dangers at all times. Walter Beck retired from the Army became Sparrow's personal advisor helping Sparrow rule over Albion.
It has been five years since the War ended and Spyro is now thirteen years old. It was a new day in Albion. Jasper the family's loyal butler, as in the only one who didn't quit after several assassination attempts on his father life, gently shook Spyro awake. " It is time to rise my prince your 'Hero' training from Sir Walter will be beginning soon." Jasper informed.
"Alright I'm up I'm up!" Spyro yawned stretching his muscles
Spyro first walked into the bathroom located a few feet from his bedroom door and brushed his teeth. Then he resumes to exited the bathroom to see Jasper after he made Spyro's bed. "Very good sir, now if you follow me perhaps we can find some appropriate clothing for today's activities. Jasper said leading Spyro to the dresser.
Spyro chose his usual outfit which consists of a white long sleeved dress shirt with albion's symbol emblazoned on the back along with LionHeart family heraldry, a Lion Head stitched on the left breast. A pair of tan pants along with a pair leather shoes and gloves. It was a simple yet practical outfit. "Very good sir, I see you are dressed, I am to believe that Sir Walter is waiting for you down in the training room." Jaspers said before taking his leave while Spyro makes his way to the training room.
Spyro walked into the training room to see Walter was waiting patiently for him.
"It seems Jasper managed to pry you from bed I see." Walter laughed as he saw Spyro walked in. "Anyways let's begin shall we?"
Spyro pick up a dull training sword from the wooden rack near the wall and got into the proper stance.
"Fight!" Walter said signaling Spyro to attack him.
Spyro charged forward slashing wildly at Walter. Every slash Spyro delivered would be blocked or parried by Walter, although Walter was having some difficulty blocking most of Spyro attacks.
Walter blocked a few more of Spyro's strikes before sending a few swings of his own causing his young yet strong apprentice to be on the defensive.
Spyro could take Walter's blows with ease however he still has a hard time keeping up to the speed of the strikes. He then countered one of the strikes delivering a reversal causing his teacher to expose his back form his excess momentum.
Spyro tried strike a Walter's exposed back, key word being tried, Walter brought his sword behind him blocked spyro's attack.
"You forget that it was I was the one who taught you that move" Walter laughed
Walter came in with a sword thrust, Spyro dove under the blade and rolled around to his teacher's flank to begin a series of chain attacks forcing Walter to be on the defense once more.
While Walter was defending against Spyro's strikes he couldn't help but feel so proud of how far his young apprentice has progressed. Spyro was born with exceptional strength, this was something Walter knew personally from all the training sessions he had with Spyro. At first it wasn't as noticeable but as Spyro grew older his strength became more apparent.
Walter refocused his thoughts back to the sparring session with Spyro as he parried Spyro's attacks once more this time effectively disarming him.
"That's enough for today Spyro, why don't you take a breather, I believe your father wanted to see you, he's waiting for you in the dining hall." Walter said.
"Did my father say why?" Spyro asked.
"He didn't say, but he seemed rather... tensed". Walter replied.
Spyro picked up his training sword from the floor and placed back on the rack and departed for the dining hall.
"Father, i'm here" Spyro said as he enters into the dining hall, he could smell the scent of eggs and bacon amongst the various things that the chefs prepared. He had worked up quite the appetite after his training session with Walter. His father was sitting at the table waiting for him, the seat to the left of his father was Logan's seat but he was on expedition to Aurora. His father motioned Spyros to sit next to him, Spyro took his usual seat to the right of his father.
After quietly eating breakfast his father spoke up.
"Spyro we need to talk." Sparrow said with a grimace.
"About what dad?" Spyro asked, he was nervous he had never seen his father so serious ever since the war ended.
"Spyro remember when I told you, that you were adopted?" Sparrow asked, Spyro nodded in response. "I was hoping to put it off until you were older, but its seems time was shorter than I had expected it to." Sparrow said in a serious tone.
"Father what are you trying to say?" Spyro asked getting even more nervous.
"It was about time I told you about your heritage," Sparrow paused for a moment, "you came from a world beyond this one, an entirely different plane of existence, a realm where dragons ruled."
"Dragons? You mean to say that I'm a dragon?" Spyro said disbelievingly shock at what his father was saying, he thought his father was joking but his grim face said otherwise.
"Thirteen years ago, you were born in the year of the dragon, you were destined to save the realm from the from the Dark Master. You are the purple dragon, the dragon prophesied to defeat the darkness that cover the realm." Sparrow explained relaying what Theresa had told him.
"Why are you telling me this now? And how do you know this" Spyro asked
Because I told him, Spyro turned around to see Theresa step into the dining hall in front of him.
"Who are you!" Spyro asked tensed, he got into a defensive stance only to be eased by his father.
I am Theresa, Seer of the Spire. I guided your father in his greatest triumph, but you have a greater destiny ahead of you. Spyro turned to his father who had confirmed this with a nod of his head.
Spyro, the Dragon Realms is in dire peril, you are needed there to vanquished the darkness that encompasses it. The Dragon Realms need you. You're their last hope.
"But what about my life here? What if I'm not ready?" Spyro said his fears getting to him, he had always wanted to follow his father's footsteps and become a Hero, but now that the opportunity is here doubts starts to plague his mind.
"Spyro look at me," Sparrow said gazing his son at eye level, "I know you're scared of what would happen, but right now that world needs you. A hero isn't about being strong and having no fear, a hero is someone who defends those who can't defend themselves despite the fear. You are a Lionheart a line of courageous hero, but more importantly you are my son and I believe in you." Sparrow said reaffirming Spyro courage.
Are you ready Spyro, Theresa asked
"I am" Spyro replied full of conviction.
"Wait before you go, I have a gift for you son" Sparrow said bringing a out a his old armor folded neatly in his arms. This is the Knothole Knight armor, it has served me well in my days and I hope it would serve you just as well" Sparrow said
"Father, I don't know what to say... thank you" Spyro said accepting the armor. Sparrow channeled his will into the armor engulfing Spyro in the armor's protective shell. The armor was enchanted to fit the wearer the weight was the same no matter what size or form it was. Spyro superhuman strength could easily accommodate to the weight.
"Farewell my son, go save the Dragon Realms and come home safely" Sparrow said embracing Spyro.
"Goodbye, and I will, I promise" Spyro said hugging his father back.
Now Spyro take my hand and I will transport us to the Dragon Realms, Theresa said holding out her hand to Spyro. Spyro firmly took hold of Theresa's hand and watch as his surrounding blur out and replaced with a swamp.
Giant mushrooms that tower above the rest of the swamp darkening the area, The smaller mushrooms could easily be mistaken for trees. A river that gave the water a silvery appearance flowed through the swamp.
Spyro, I will now break the illusion spell I placed on you all those years ago, Theresa said placing a hand on Spyro's head.
Spyro form began change into that of a quadrupedal dragon, his armor changing with him. The golden armor shined brightly reflecting it light off of his scales giving Spyro the appearance of a golden dragon instead of a purple one. Around his limbs were golden bracers that covered his paws while his talons and claws were coaxed in shining silver steel. Gold plating covered his shoulder blades and tailbone while still leaving enough room for his wings to spread out its full length.
"Is this what being a dragon feels like?... It feels normal." Spyro stated
It feels normal because originally you are a dragon and have always been one my illusion affected the physical plane, every movement you made the world treated you as if you were human. Theresa explained, This is where I found you, so this is where your journey begins.
Then Theresa pulled out a string necklace with a small object the size of coin attached to it and placed it around his neck. This is the guild seal the symbol of the Hero's Guild it is imbued with will energy which allows you to store and remove items from a sub pocket dimension and shall allow me to communicate with you when needed to. From this point you are on your own and I shall return when the time comes, good luck Spyro you have a long road ahead of you. With that Theresa disappeared in flash of will.
Spyro look around his surrounding and took off in a random direction and soon reached a secluded area filled with cliffs. Time to do some experimenting, if he was dragon then he should be able fly evidenced by his wings. "Alright one, two, three!" Spyro flung himself off a cliff only to land face first in a pile mud. "Not as easy as I expect it would" he groaned.
After several attempts and small craters, Spyro finally manages to take flight, "This is amazing! I can fly!" Spyro exclaimed doing several aerial loops, he felt exhilarated being so high up in air. But unfortunately Spyro was so enveloped in flying he didn't notice he was heading towards a giant spider web until he ended up crashing into it. "Talk about about a crashing landing, at least I landed somewhere soft this time" Spyro groaned.
Then he felt the web vibrate, he turn to see a large spider charging right at him! Spyro struggled against the sticky pull of the spider web but it was futile, spider began wrapping him inside a cocoon. "There is no way am I going to be a Spider's breakfast!" Spyro yelled he began to recall what his father taught him about will and how to use it. He looked inside of himself trying to find his will energy.
"Com'on focus...focus... there!" Spyro began channelling his energy building up a spell, just when the Spider was about to sink its fangs into him, Spyro released a breath of fire, burning both the spider and its web. Unfortunately for Spyro he was still on the web, his wings still trapped inside a mess of silk causing him to land face first into the ground creating yet another crater. "I think thats enough flying for one day." Spyro groan and trudged deeper into the swamp, hopefully aways from more spider.