Just finished writing a later chapter of the story, so it's time to edit and upload this chapter. There'll be a lot more to do with the dragons now, and Aaron's in a bit of trouble.
In response to 'Guest', I do know that the "human trapped in TV land" scenario is overused, but I plan on doing this differently. Usually what happens is the human gets powers of their own, or turns into a dragon. Aaron gains nothing special in this story. He's just a normal, generic human, trapped in the Dragon Realms. As for the action sequences where Aaron is involved, I've got something planned that I don't think has been done before.
Aaron woke up, pain filling his body as he clutched his head. He immediately brought his hand back as he saw blood smeared on it. Slowly bringing his hand to his head again, he felt the red liquid seeping slowly down his left cheek from his forehead. He remembered with a shock that Terrador's clubbed tail had slammed into his head, and it would have grazed his head, hard. He let out a sigh of relief as he reached for his back and felt his bag still attached to it. It was then that he realised where he was. He was in a dark, stone cell, with iron bars in front of him. On the other end of the solid iron, there was a large stone corridor, filled with entrances to dull, stone rooms just like his, all blocked with iron bars. Aaron noticed they were all empty, and he suddenly remembered what exactly he was in. A prison cell. he thought. They put me in a prison cell. That means I'm in Warfang.
Normally, Aaron would have been delighted to be in the Dragon City. Even more so to meet the Guardians, followed by Cynder, and best of all, Spyro, the purple dragon of legend. But the events that had just happened made him feel less intrigued by the fact that he was in Warfang. It almost made him want to get out and go back to the horrible wilderness, or, even better, his home. That's all Aaron wanted to be. He had not had a great start in the world he loved so much as a teenager, and he almost hated the thought of meeting the heroes of his childhood. Spyro had always been an iconic figure to Aaron, ever since the Classic Spyro series, but the Legend series made Spyro even better, and more relatable as a human, as he had a relatable backstory. And with the introduction of Cynder, it made the story even better. The guardians were amazing, and Aaron loved coming back to see the guardians at the end of a level in A New Beginning to learn a new element. Pity that Ignitus had to die. But all that… everything Aaron knew about The Legend of Spyro… it was real. He didn't know how a made-up fantasy world could be real, but it was. When he realised he was in the Dragon Realms, he felt almost delighted to ask any dragon he came across about Spyro and Cynder, and about the war, and the guardians, and… about everything. Now he did not feel so willing to do that. He was at the opposite end of the spectrum. Wanting to get out and never see another dragon again. Worse of all, he wasn't even safe and free in the forest, or in a wide-open space. No, he was in a prison cell of all places.
There was the clacking of claws on stone, and Aaron's muscles went rigid at the sound. He gazed up at the iron-clad ice dragon. He's a jailor. A guard. Aaron thought. I do not want to get on his bad side. Better do as he tells me.
In a cold, icy voice, the ice dragon said, "Come. The Guardians want to see you, young furless ape."
The ice dragon unlocked the prison cell, opening the door, allowing Aaron to look at the ice dragon in his full glory with awe and fear. Aaron scrambled to his feet, running towards the ice dragon fearfully as the Ice dragon turned and walked off. Aaron didn't need to be told to follow the large ice dragon, so he did.
They came to a small stone room, where two earth dragons, wearing similar armour to the ice dragon, sat, waiting for the human. "Alright, cuff him." the Ice dragon said.
"Alright, General Icebreath." one of the earth dragons said, grabbing Aaron and ordering him to put his hands behind his back.
Aaron willingly did so, and winced as large metal cuffs were clamped shut around his wrists. Now he really felt weak and defenceless. Aaron looked up at General Icebreath as he was called, awaiting his next instruction.
"That was so you don't get into any trouble, young furless ape." General Icebreath spat. "Now come. The guardians are waiting."
"I'll do whatever you say." Aaron said truthfully.
"Did I ask you to talk, ape?!" General Icebreath roared, extending his wings dramatically and staring at Aaron with cold, icy blue eyes.
"N-n-no, G-Gen-n-neral…" Aaron stammered.
"So shut your damned yap until the guardians ask you to speak!" General Icebreath retorted, turning around and folding his wings up. "Now come with me if you don't want your bloody face frozen off!"
Aaron knew he wasn't using the word 'bloody' as a curse word. Although it was torturous. The reminder of how much his face stung from the blow by Terrador's clubbed tail came like a bullet, making the pain return with a lot more force than it did when he woke up, and he felt the red liquid dripping slowly down his face.
The human turned and followed General Icebreath out of the small room and out into the open. Aaron cringed as he saw the mix of angry and fearful expressions shoot at his direction. A few rude comments were thrown at Aaron as well, but none so savage compared to the bullies and cruel people back on Earth. The insults and rude comments back at home were generally layered with many curses, making them much more hurtful than the ones he received from the dragons. But the insults he received from the dragons had more to them than the more setback tone. They felt worse. Being dragons, they had the capability to use their voice in different ways to humans, and the rude remarks came out more savage than anything Aaron had ever experienced. The hints of growls and the frightening exposure of large fangs made it an utterly frightful experience. Sometimes the dragons wouldn't say anything. They would just growl. That made it even worse. It made them seem more primitive and predatory, like the ones in How to Train Your Dragon. They couldn't speak and only used growls and roars to communicate, and when the first movie came out, it was a little nerve-racking seeing those glorious reptiles growl deeply. However, in How to Train Your Dragon, nobody knows what the dragons are saying to each other. It was no different with the dragons in the Dragon Realms when they did it, but being mistaken for an ape, Aaron got the message quite clear. But just the fact that they were dragons was enough on its own. From the Dragon Realms, a place that Aaron had known since he first played Spyro the Dragon when he was a child. It made it even more hurtful for Aaron, knowing that this was a place that he had known and loved since the very first Spyro game, which had sparked his enthusiasm and enjoyment for dragons, and all the dragons in it were just so… hurtful and disowning to him. He hated to see how Spyro would react. The purple dragon that he had known and loved for so many years, the purple dragon that would stop at nothing to do what was right, and the purple dragon that would try his best to be as kind and accepting to everyone, as proven with his acceptance of Cynder all the way back in A New Beginning. He hoped that Spyro was accepting of him. He didn't care if Cynder wasn't accepting of him, nor the guardians. He just wanted Spyro, his childhood hero, his 'friend', as little five-year-old Aaron would say, to accept him.
After ten horrible minutes of walking, receiving growls, hateful comments and looks, as well as bared fangs, General Icebreath spoke again. "We're here at the Warfang Temple. Now, inside, ape." General Icebreath spat, saying the word 'ape' which such bitterness it made Aaron's blood run cold.
The colossal door opened, and General Icebreath pushed Aaron, almost causing him to fall face-first into the smooth marble floor that coated the ground of the Warfang Temple. Aaron walked through the massive foyer, looking around at the impressive marble pillars and the drawings etched in the solid walls, with ancient Draconic writing accompanying the drawings. Aaron couldn't read the Draconic script, but with the images depicting ancestors and purple dragons, he assumed that the markings were telling legends and myths in the Dragon Realms. Corridors split off from the foyer, going off in every direction. The colossal inside of the Warfang Temple was silent, the only sounds resonating through it was Aaron's shoes clopping on the ground hard, as well as the overwhelming sound of General Icebreath's claws clacking ominously on the marble floor. There were stone statues inside the foyer. Four of them. Aaron realised that they were statues of the guardians: Terrador, Volteer, Cyril, and last of all, Ignitus, who had died trying to get Spyro and Cynder through the Belt of Fire on their way to confront Malefor. As Aaron continued walking down the foyer towards the doors, he noticed that Spyro and Cynder also had statues in the room. He could tell that the statues were made several months after Dawn of the Dragon ended. Spyro was much older and majestic, his loyal form standing proud, a warm smile etched onto his face. While it was only a stone statue, Aaron felt like he was in the presence of Spyro, but he figured he would prefer the presence of the statue. He was too scared to confront Spyro in the flesh. The dragons were extremely nerve-racking. Even Terrador scared him. But the dragon, or dragoness to be more specific, that he was most scared of being in the same room with, was Cynder. He looked over to Cynder's statue, a stern expression on her face. A smile threatened to tug at her lips, but her hard expression made Aaron shiver. Cynder's front half of her torso was lowered to the ground, her forelegs spread out in front of her in a battle stance.
"Stop gawking and walk!" General Icebreath scowled, digging the rounded edge of his claw into Aaron's back, causing him to snap back into reality as he turned his gaze off the majestic statues of the guardians and the Heroes of the Dragon Realms, staring straight ahead at the large pair of doors which were closed, each door etched with the symbols of each element, the natural elements of fire, electricity, earth and ice on the left door, and the dark elements of poison, fear, wind and shadow on the right.
I was sure water existed. Aaron thought, staring at the symbols of the elements on the doors. Maybe wind is only on there because Cynder carries the element of wind. The wind and water dragons are most likely extinct, according to many speculations.
The doors opened, creaking with an eerie feel to them. It made Aaron feel like he was walking into a haunted mansion with the emptiness of the large temple, as well as the odd etchings on the walls and the statues of the guardians, Spyro and Cynder. Aaron looked up at General Icebreath, who bowed his head honourably as the guardians came into view, a slight smile of respect tugging at his jaws. General Icebreath straightened his neck, looking down at Aaron as the smile disappeared from his lips. Aaron teared his gaze away from General Icebreath and frowned, looking down at the ground as he felt the presence of an extra five dragons envelop him. Five dragons. I don't know how I know there's five when I'm not looking at them, but I do. Aaron thought. But if there's five… then that means Spyro and Cynder are here.
Aaron opened his eyes and looked slightly up, the paws of each dragon coming into his view. The green paws of Terrador, whom he had already met prior thanks to his accidental stumble upon Pyra, the bright yellow paws of Volteer, the 'walking, talking dictionary' as he was called by many fans, as he would blabber on and use big words unintentionally but unnecessarily, and the cold, cyan paws of Cyril, which looked similar to General Icebreath's, however the claws on Cyril's paws were a crystal white, while General Icebreath's claws were a deep indigo colour. Beside the guardians, he saw faint glimpses of the purple dragon himself, as well as his darker coloured companion. While he had many questions welling up in his throat to blab out to the dragons, he knew he would get the bad end of it from General Icebreath, and the guardians, Cyril especially, wouldn't be too happy with him. In Cyril's words, disgusted.
"So there is an ape around." the rich, feminine voice of Cynder scowled, a low growl coming from her throat.
