Chapter 3: Life-like Dreams
Deep inside the mystical realm of the Gods sits an old palace with only one resident, the former guardian of Fire. His life now, or afterlife to be exact, to keep a chronicle of the Dragon's Realms' history.
For seventeen years Ignitus has held this job, replacing the old Chronicler Constantine after Malefor's defeat, but it almost ended fast for the new dragon watcher as he became physically involved in history. A moment in time he would never take back, even after his Master began scalding him, Ignitus stood firm on his actions.
He had saved Cynder's life by stopping Time itself, sending a small ripple throughout the entire Universe. It effected nothing thankfully, but the anger in God's eye was enough to send chills down the old Fire Guardian's spine, and so to was his judgment.
You will never be allowed to see him or his sons again!
The voice of God still echoes in head, and Ignitus feels the pain with every day that passes, only able to read a book about his former purple friend and son he never had.
Now laying inside the largest room in the Library of Time, Spyro's book is by his side, he keeps a sharp eye on the first purple dragon in the age of Ignitus.
Stored upon the shelves of this enormous building are millions of books. Some are thin, and some quite thick, but all tell him stories about the single life they represent. The bluish colored dragon is now passing his time reading another book, enjoying the excitement of a dragon he has never laid eyes upon physically.
"I can't believe he is turning ten tomorrow!" Ignitus remarks to himself, reading the small book bound in purple and gold, and smiling as he visualizes Malefor's emotions. The pages begin glowing with the Chronicler's own feelings, as he envisions Spyro's youngest staring upon the sword his father just bought for his birthday.
"I only wish I could be there to celebrate with you, Spyro..." the old dragon continues, looking at the other purple and gold book he has read several times, a book that's always laying by his side.
"...but that can never be possible again!"
Suddenly, the pages before him begin to shine in a different light, as stronger emotions begin writing themselves into the pages of Malefor's history. Spyro's book lights up as well and Ignitus quickly opens it to the last page, seeing the same glowing emotions unfolding in his life too.
"What the heck is going on?" The Chronicler remarks, seeing and odd symbol written with history's pen, appearing in both books.
"Who is that?" He says with total shock, seeing a dragon he has never read about. "And why don't I know her?"
Ignitus looks up at the shelves of books surrounding him, then closes his eyes and concentrates.
"Show me the book of MYA."
His thought is heard by the library and every book inside becomes dull except the one he calls for. However, Ignitus quickly becomes concerned seeing none of the books have lit up brightly.
"Where is it?" he remarks, spinning around three hundred sixty degrees, and spotting nothing glowing on the shelves.
Suddenly, after a few seconds of terrifying confusion, a small light begins to appear in a darkened area of the library.
"In the name of the Ancestors!" He remarks with surprise, as this light comes from a section destroyed long ago by evil.
"How are there any dragons still alive in that room?" He says with a deep pain in his voice, knowing he has not stepped foot inside that wing of the library in twenty-two hundred years.
"The Dark Master killed everyone in there."
Ignitus flies over to the glowing light, and notices a two-toned red book on the other side of several large chunks of solid marble. He becomes annoyed in seconds as the collapsed doorway keeps him from reading about the history of this mysterious dragon, one whose name is now appearing in Spyro and Malefor's books.
The rage in his eyes begins to burn like old, as his fiery spirit returns. However, the Chronicler knows he can do nothing to move stone, and heads back to the two books he was just reading.
"That cannot be!" Ignitus remarks with angered surprise, as several more pages have written themselves in a blur of emotion, as Spyro is told about this young red dragon's heritage by his wife.
"But Malefor's child was never bor..."
Suddenly Ignitus stops talking to himself and looks over towards the collapsed section of the great library.
"Is it possible, Constantine?" He asks his old self, then quickly jumps to his feet.
With great haste he runs to a different room inside the palace, and a book that he has still not finished reading. In fact, its sheer size forced the Chronicler to move it out of the main hall, to the only room where he could spend that much time reading the nearly four and half million years of an immortal dragon's history.
Ignitus lays upon the cushions of his sleeping chamber, and opens the largest book in the Library of Time to the first few pages, and his life before the Dark Master stole his soul.
"Well this is very interesting..." he says, reading Malefor's past with caution this time and seeing a name that becomes very curious to him.
"...I never thought of her before!"
"Great Library of Time...bring me the book of Isis!" Ignitus calls out in his mind.
Within seconds, a dull colored green and black book hovers into the Chronicler's private chamber and lays itself by his side.
The Chronicler blows years of dust from the binding of this special dragon's book, exposing her full name upon the cover.
Isis...Wind dragon...daughter of Thorax and Jade...Mother of Malefor; ninth purple dragon in the age of Constantine.
Ignitus opens the old book quickly, skipping through the first part of her life, and reading everything after the moment etched in every book from that time period. The day Malefor's soul was taken by the Dark Master.
The pain of that moment is quickly felt inside the Chronicler's heart, as it was the darkest day in the Dragon Realm's history, affecting every life in the library for two full millennium thereafter.
A scowl quickly fills the blue dragon's face, as one singular passage is read.
"She found a purple and blue egg." He mutters.
He shakes his head with regret, seeing one of several moments missed by Constantine, the Chronicler he replaced.
"I was kinda busy with the war at that time," Ignitus says to himself, feeling the guilt of this former incarnation of himself, and looking back to Malefor's book with a deep regret.
"But now that my eyes have been opened...I will make things right again."
Ignitus looks up to the heavens, and being so close to the gods, he knows his voice will be heard.
"I know you said I can never see my friend Spyro again, Great Master..." Ignitus returns his eyes to Malefor's book, and a snide grin forms upon his muzzle. "...but that doesn't mean I cannot talk to his purple friend."
The Chronicler stands upon his feet, and strolls over to the small pool of reflecting water inside his chamber. He concentrates hard for a moment, and quickly the reflection begins to change from him to the large Purple and gold dragon lying beside the small red one he knows nothing about.
"It's time I paid my respects to the King!"
Meanwhile, back in the Dragon Realms, the first sun of Avalar's binary system begins rising over the eastern edge of the valley, spilling the first signs of morning into this pristine place. Spyro and his wife, sleeping in their chamber, begin stirring, knowing the long day they have planned today. However, they both take the time to hold each other for a few more minutes. The married couple just rest together, still tired from lack of sleep due to sharing the same odd dream that night.
"I can't believe he's turning ten today," Spyro remarks to quickly change the subject, showing his wife a stronger memory than the one she is thinking about now.
The moment he held Malefor in his huge paws for the first time is visualized in the purple dragon's head, and Cynder quickly smiles as she feeds off her husband's surging Spirit.
You should have seen your face, Spyro! She replies in thought while gently kissing him on the cheek, showing a vision to her husband, as the Spirit dragoness recalls the same moment. The two revel in the past, showing memories of Malefor to one another, as he grew from whelpling to dragon.
"I am so proud of the way he is just like his father!" Cynder says suddenly, and the purple dragon becomes slightly confused at this statement, looking over at his wife with a smug grin.
"Are you kidding?" He remarks with a sarcastic tone. "He only looks like me, Cynder. That boy is so much like his mother that it scares me sometimes."
Cynder can see a vision of what her husband saw when he got up during the night, and a courteous young dragon that was shivering beside a fire in the wide open living room, offering his warm sleeping chamber to the king and his possible kin.
"He didn't want to disturb the young girl with his snoring," Spyro continues, and Cynder can hear the exact same words her son spoke when asked why he was sleeping there.
"That something you would do, honey," He says with a smile, then lays his head back down on the cushions. "You know me...I would have just snored louder!"
Cynder chuckles at her husband's remark, but more so knowing he is speaking the truth. The Spirit Elder is still disturbed, and she feels it in her husband as well. She grasps Spyro by the back of his neck, and gently pulls his head across her chest.
So what do you think we should do? Cynder remarks in thought and Spyro takes a deep breath as the vision from last night's dream returns.
"I don't know what to do yet, Cynder." He replies, breaking his hold on his wife as this vision she showed of Mya's thoughts become more intense.
"I know we have to find her mother, but I still don't know what we can do if we don't know where she came from." He remarks with a slight amount of anger, and Cynder doesn't question him again. Other than his son's tenth birthday, this is the only thought that is consuming the purple hero's mind.
"I'm sorry, Spyro." The Spirit Elder replies, knowing her images are only enraging a helpless hero.
"I'm just afraid that she will never see her again."
Suddenly Cynder stops and turns her head sharply towards the room on the right where Malefor and Mya are spending the night. She can feel a deep buildup of emotion and can tell it is coming from the king.
"What is it?" Spyro remarks as Cynder cautiously begins stepping towards the doorway, readying to run to the front room if she feels help is needed.
"Something is wrong," she states, turning her head back to look at her husband with a bit of concern in her eyes.
"King Malefor's Spiritual Energy skyrocketed, then just suddenly disappeared!"
"MOM...DAD!" Young Malefor's voice suddenly barks out from the front of the cave and Cynder and Spyro are out of bed and down the hallway in seconds.
"What's wrong, Malefor?" Spyro yelps as he reaches his son, grasping the shuttering dragon tightly in his arms.
"It's Uncle Malefor!"
Spyro looks into his son's sleeping chamber. He can see Cynder already tending to the large purple dragon laying upon his side. It's a sight he has only seen seventeen years ago on the day he and his wife took him down.
"What happened in here?" He asks and Malefor shows his dad a fear-filled set of eyes.
"I don't know, Dad..." he replies in a panicked tone, looking over at the large purple dragon that he has never seen down in his life.
"...he was restless all night, so I finally went inside to talk, and then suddenly...he just fell over."
Spyro balks with curiosity for a moment, and turns to look at the purple dragon laying on his side.
"Cynder?" he says in a questioning tone, and quickly she answers his thought.
"He's alive, Spyro, but unconscious and unresponsive," she replies, looking up to her husband as he strides inside his son's room. Cynder quickly rises and grasps her husband's shoulder, feeding his mind the images she just took from Malefor's.
"But I can't see anything inside of him," she continues, showing the purple dragon a darkness that is almost familiar to him.
"By the Ancestors...I think I know what this is!" he says with total shock in his purple eyes, and Cynder picks up on the same vague and darkened images in Spyro's head. She becomes very confused, unable to see the moment her husband is thinking of and a place that seems more Spiritual than her power can handle.
"What is going on?" Cynder asks.
Spyro gives her a concerned look because he thought she could see every image he showed her. However, a smile soon crosses his face as he looks back down upon the larger purple dragon and the red youngster his wing is resting upon.
"I think he's with an old friend, Cynder..." He says, looking up towards the heavens, and envisioning his old mentor in blue.
"...one who can answer a few questions that we cannot."
His eyes never close during the long night, watching Mya as she sleeps, staring upon the small dragoness whose heart beats in rhythm with his own.
Malefor rests his wing upon her flank, as a shiver begins shaking the cushions they are both laying upon. The purple dragon quickly uses one of his elements to replenish the small fire he has made, allowing Mya to keep warm in Sparx and young Malefor's drafty room.
"I wish I could fix that crack in the ceiling, Young One..." The large dragon remarks, looking up at the small gap that allows in the sun's glow, but also the cold winds.
"Yeah, but my mom would kill you if you patched that up!"
Malefor's voice startles the king for a moment, and he quickly focuses on the dragon he disturbed with his blast of flame.
"Sorry if I woke you, Malefor...I was just trying to keep her warm."
"Don't worry, Uncle Mal, I wasn't sleeping anyway." The young dragon replies, as he too was still thinking of the young girl laying on his bed of cushions.
"How is she?"
Malefor lifts his wing and notices her shivering has halted which puts a smile on his face.
"She is resting comfortably and I can feel her strength returning with every passing minute." He replies, then returns his attention to Spyro's son. "I have no doubt she will be awake soon."
A larger smile fills the smaller purple and gold dragon's muzzle, and he quietly strides into his own room, taking a spot beside the king.
"Do you really think she's related to you in some way, Uncle Malefor?" He asks timidly, staring at Mya just like the larger purple dragon is doing and feeling a connection with her as well.
"I am not sure, my young friend." comes his uncertain reply and Malefor looks up to see tears begin forming in the King's eyes.
"Everything is cloudy to me now, and I don't know what to believe."
Malefor takes a deep breath before looking down at the young dragon to his right, showing the difficult emotions he is having with just his eyes.
"I know what I saw, and I know what I did, but now I am being shown a different past, one that makes me sick when I think about it more and more."
"How so, Uncle?" The young dragon asks, standing up on his feet to get closer to Malefor, showing concern eyes for a great friend.
"My child was left alone to survi..."
The King stops talking abruptly, and passes out cold before Malefor's terrified eyes. He can see the panic setting upon his little nephew's face just as he loses focus, then immediately wakes in a vast chamber filled with thousands of books
"WHAT THEā¦!" He barks with shock, retaking his feet in a defensive posture, and knocking over several shelves as his large frame moves around, looking for answers in all directions.
"Please be careful!" A familiar voice calls out and Malefor stops his feet, staring upon the vaguely familiar dragon that just appeared before his eyes.
"Ignitus?"
Malefor's shocked expression puts a slight smile on the blue dragon's narrow muzzle. The happy feeling leaves quickly, however, as his eyes see the pile of books strewn upon the floor, and the Chronicler's gives his newest purple guest a gaze of disapproval.
"Well...I can see you still enjoy wrecking the places where I live, Malefor."
The old foe of the Fire Guardian does a double take, as Ignitus begins laughing, and places a paw upon the large dragon's flank.
"Easy, Your Majesty...I am only trying to lighten your mood."
"What?" is the king's stunned reply as he is still unsure of his surroundings, knowing he was just talking to Malefor a second ago in Spyro's home.
"Where am I and WHY am I here?!"
His anger is apparent as the emotions of what he was just talking about still consume his mind.
"Take it easy, Malefor!" Ignitus remarks, seeing the king is frantic and removes his sarcastic tone to explain this sudden appearance.
"This is Library of Time and I have brought you here to help me exhume an old King's past."
Malefor's silence puts the smirk back upon Ignitus' face as he can see the same reaction a different purple dragon had twenty years earlier, when he found out where he was standing.
"Spyro has told me of this place, and the old Chronicler who helped him hone his magic well," Malefor relates with awe, suddenly feeling tense in the moment, and returning his eyes to the Dragon of Time. The King bows to Ignitus, showing his utmost respect.
"He also informed me that his old Mentor is now the keeper of our history!"
A deep feeling of shame overcomes his Majesty and Malefor lowers his head all the way to the ground.
"I'm sorry, Ignitus...I never meant to hurt our race like that."
"Stop apologizing for things you had no control over Malefor. I have read your past and know exactly what happened, so please do not take this blame upon your soul any longer."
Ignitus places a paw on Malefor's shoulder, and stares into his eyes.
"Your actions in the last ten years have been nothing but noble, and that is not my word..." The Chronicler pauses his thought to look around his library, feeling a great sense of peacefulness from every single book. "...it is the thoughts of everyone on Avalar."
A genuine feeling of joy comes over Malefor's heart, as the Chronicler lets him know what he had hoped was the truth.
"Thank you, Ignitus..." He replies, raising up to his four feet, and holding his posture with pride in the work he's done over the last decade. "...if you didn't help Spyro to become the dragon he is, I would still be a slave to the Dark Master."
Ignitus pats the old dragon upon his side, and begins walking towards the collapsed section of the library.
"You're welcome, Your Highness...However!" He retorts, getting Malefor's attention with his sudden demanding tone.
"Letting you know the good job you are doing is not why I brought you here."
Ignitus turns his eyes back to the purple dragon, flashes a smug grin, then gestures his head at the large pile of marble blocking his path.
"Like I said before...I need you to help me exhume the past."
Malefor suddenly grins himself, walks up beside the blue dragon, and takes a seat upon his hind quarters.
"Do you mean to tell me I am only here to perform manual labor?" He asks with a snide tone, looking down upon the shorter dragon with a wider smirk on his face.
"You did read that I am the King of the Dragon Realms now...Right?"
Ignitus chuckles, but his heart suddenly burns with pain.
"I wanted to ask Spyro...but I can no longer see him anymore."
"Why not?"
Malefor can see the pain in Ignitus eyes, and doesn't push him for a response when he becomes silent. He knows from Spyro himself that the Chronicler has not been heard from in over ten years, and has even voiced his own concern about his former mentor's status as history's keeper. The purple dragon instead does as requested and uses his Earth power to move the stone blockade.
The moment Malefor moves the first large chunk of marble, the book that Ignitus called for earlier quickly finds a way through a small gap and into its master's paw.
"Is that what I think it is?" Malefor remarks, dropping the second stone he was about to move, noticing this two-toned red book with a purple binding.
Ignitus nods his head, but remains focused upon Mya's book, absorbing this young dragon's life story as he speeds through the pages of her history. However, half way through, he stops and focuses on one single event.
"Oh my word!" He says looking up at Malefor, then scans the small portion of the room he can see through the hole he made.
"Get me in there now!"
Malefor can sense the anxiety in the Chronicler and quickly uses a powerful blast of Fury to vaporize the remaining marble blocking their way.
Ignitus runs into the room, and collapses to his haunches after only a few strides inside. He can feel only intense emotion around him as these unknown voices of the past fill his mind in an instant
"By the ancestors..."
Ignitus lowers his head, then yells at the top of his lungs, startling Malefor with his anger.
"...HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED THIS?"
"What is going on, Ignitus?" Malefor asks with concern, looking around at the thousands of darkened books upon the shelves in the small room.
"Who are all these dragons?"
The Chronicler turns his angered eyes to the large purple dragon and shows pure rage.
"The ones that fled YOUR wrath...DARK MASTER!"
Malefor balks at the cold way in which the Chronicler places blame, especially after hearing his forgiveness before. He too falls to his haunches and shows Ignitus the pain emanating from his eyes.
"Forgive me, Your Highness..." The Chronicler remarks with surprise in the words he just spoke, shaking his head of the voices that filled it in an instant. They suddenly controlled Ignitus' emotions, expressing the anger from inside the books around him.
"...I really don't know why I said that."
The blue dragon looks around at all the darkened books, signifying a dragon that has passed away, and holds a paw out towards one of thousands. It quickly removes itself from the shelf and floats to the Chronicler's waiting paw. He speeds through a life he never knew about and understands the emotions he felt after only the first few pages.
The Chronicler closes that book and opens his palm towards another, deeper inside the room. The second book is quick to respond the same way as the first, which has now returned to its former resting place, and Ignitus reads the second book just as fast.
"I'm sorry, Malefor...I never should have brought you here." He says with a somber tone, returning the second book manually, and placing his paw upon the bindings of several others beside it. The Chronicler takes a deep breath as these books all call out with the same rage.
"This room feels great hatred for a single dragon and his name still lives on in shame."
Malefor lowers further upon his haunches, making his gold stomach take most of his weight, and a very shallow voice comes from his massive frame.
"Me."
Ignitus lowers his head and Malefor knows the answer he gave is correct. He then looks around at all the books, feeling the rage himself of thousands of dragons whom have not forgiven him and never will.
"We should go..." The Chronicler remarks with regret, placing a paw upon the purple dragon's side, and giving him a gentle push towards the door. "...I didn't bring you here to feel this kind of pain, Malefor."
However, the king has no intention of leaving once his sharp eyes lock upon the back of the room and a shelf with dozens of purple bound books.
"Not yet!" He replies strongly, regaining his feet with conviction, and striding towards the rear of this dusty section of the library. He can see one of the books is still lit, beside an open spot where Mya's book must have been sitting.
"Malefor, stop!" The Chronicler barks, as the large dragon reaches out. "You must not handle these books!"
However, Malefor's paw is already upon the purple binding as Ignitus' warning is given. The large purple dragon pauses anticipating any repercussions, but when nothing happens, Malefor simply removes the book from the shelf.
"I'm hoping this is her mother..." the King returns, resting the book upon the ground and lifting its cover.
"Your Highness..." Ignitus barks, slamming his paw down upon Danielle's book, and showing the king a stern set of eyes "...I said don't touch it!"
"Why?" He returns with his own anger, showing Ignitus the same stern gaze. "Are you afraid I will become upset at what she has to say about my Dark past, and the way I destroyed everything?"
The Chronicler is speechless for a moment, as this was the reason for his stopping Malefor. However as the king continues he realizes how right he was.
"...I have heard the RAGE of everyone on Avalar at one point in time, and I can handle that now. I know it was not my fault."
"But that is not what you will read in that book, Your Majesty," The Chronicler replies, keeping his paw firmly upon the blue and white cover.
"She is not angry," He continues after a long stare, showing the emotion he feels from the pages under his paw.
"This dragoness is embarrassed about her heritage, as all these purple dragons are, and I don't want you to read about them. At least not yet anyway, my friend."
Malefor pauses, and looks down at the book under Ignitus' paw, suddenly having no urge to open the cover. He then looks at all the purple bound books with a deep sickness, knowing this entire line of dragons lived with his shame.
The Chronicler places a paw upon the large dragon's shoulder, and shows a slight grin to the now depressed king.
"I think you should start at the beginning first..." Ignitus remarks, striding back out the cleared doorway and gesturing Malefor to follow. "...you need to understand the who, before you understand the how and the why."
The old blue dragon strides completely across the large library to his sleeping chamber, and points out two books for Malefor to start with.
"That can only be done by seeing your own past unfold."
Malefor's eyes open wide as one book takes his attention immediately, and it is not the massive purple and gold book that bears his own name.
"MOM!" he says with a sudden chill down his spine, seeing the green and black colors that reminds him of his childhood.
"You should find page one twenty five of great interest, as that is the real reason I brought you here."
Malefor holds his position for a moment, unable to move a muscle towards the darkened book before him.
"I can't read her book, Ignitus..." he says with a very deep pain in his voice."...I don't want to know what my mother thought of me in the end."
Ignitus smiles, as he has read the back pages of Isis' book and though it was darkened with the pain of what happened, she never lost her love for the dragon she raised.
"No Malefor...that is a book I think you will find useful over the next few months."
Malefor continues to stare at the green and black book, never taking his eyes from the life story of his mother. However, he suddenly snaps his attention to the blue dragon beside him, as the Chronicler's last words register with confusion.
"Months...What are you talking about months?"
"Well...unless you can speed read like myself, it should take at least five days just for you to finish reading your own book."
Malefor balks with more confusion, looking over towards the large purple book, and having no interest in reading that one either, as he lived all 4.3 million years of it. However, the simple matter of time is what is most intriguing.
"I cannot stay here for such a long length of time, Ignitus."
"Why not?" The Chronicler replies with a smug look on his face. "I thought you're an immortal!"
Malefor rolls his eyes before showing another look of confusion.
"Yes I am immortal, but I'm sure Spyro doesn't want a huge purple dragon laying in the middle of his son's room for months!"
Ignitus begins to laugh, and holds up the amulet glowing around his neck.
"I wouldn't concern yourself with that...This Library is not influenced by Time, unless I move it forward. You can stay here for decades, and only a few minutes will go by on Avalar."
Malefor, suddenly out of excuses, looks back at the book he truly wants no part of. The last thing he wants to do is read about his mother, not knowing if it was his Dark power that ended her life as well.
"I don't want to..."
"SHUT UP MALEFOR!" Ignitus yells with anger and places a firm paw upon the King's chest.
"You are staying here and you are going to read everything I set before your eyes starting with these two books here," he continues with a lowered tone, but still full of anger.
"Now I am going to catch up on the history I MISSED in there, and you will understand your place in history here."
The Chronicle glances back towards the main section of the library, figuring exactly which books to bring him, and shows a slight grin as he returns his eyes to Malefor.
"I will assure you this much, Your Highness, the books you will be reading later are more challenging than yours or your mother's..."
Malefor lowers his head, and Ignitus is quick to his side, lifting his jaw from the ground.
"...however, you will have a better understanding of who you are, the reasons you were chosen, and the PROGRESS the Dragon Realms have made because of this tragedy."
"Progress?" Malefor remarks with a great deal of emotion, looking at Ignitus with no faith in his words. "Show me one book here that says what I did to the Dragon Realms...was Progress."
Ignitus keeps Malefor's jaw firmly in his grasp, and shows a wider smile.
"Well then...I fear you may be here longer than a few months," he says with laughter in his voice.
He turns the large dragon's head back towards the great library behind them and showing Malefor all the books that light up with his sudden thought.
"Because every book glowing in that room has been influenced greatly by a certain purple dragon..." The Chronicler returns Malefor's eyes to his before finishing his statement. "...one whose knowledge consists of millions of years of experience, and was given to the population without a single thought of keeping his own superiority."
Malefor suddenly shows a slight smile himself, recalling the crystal he made in Dragonfly Park, and how this gem changed everyone's opinion of the former Dark Master.
"I only wanted the dragon race to learn from my mistakes...I just never thought they would accept them."
Malefor suddenly looks over towards the two books before him, staring hardest at his mother's.
"I think I will start with my own past," he finally says with an uncertain tone, taking his place before the largest book in the entire library. "I would rather read something I am familiar with."
Ignitus smiles, as Malefor opens the cover of his own book and is immediately enthralled. The powerful book shows his mind a visual of something he's never seen, the hatching of a purple egg, and the first seconds of his life.
"I will bring more, Your Highness," he says with pure joy, as Malefor is quickly consumed with his parent's emotions, and enjoying a book he thought would be painful to just look upon.
"Trust me! Every book will be a surprise to you."
