Chapter Three

George was swirling around in an absolute funnel of never-ending light. He thought for sure that he was gonna get sick from all the spinning. Then, in a great flash, he got flung down into what felt like hard ground. He rolled and grunted a bit before stopping. His world felt like it was spinning around for about five-minutes before his vision cleared up. Slowly, he started getting up again, though his whole abdominal area hurt real bad. Probably the reason for the pain had to do with him accidentally landing on his M243 machinegun.

After getting up, George had a look around and saw many creatures just staring at him; absolutely perplexed by the sight of him. He swore in his mind that the creatures were different kinds of animals; most being strangely more humanoid than most animals he had ever seen on Earth. If nothing else, George figured he would speak to these beings, whom most appeared to be that of Moles, Felines, and some other creature he couldn't identify, though they shared some physical features of humans such as skin but had strange legs with hooves for feet.

"Excuse me. I…don't exactly know how to introduce myself," George looked on and noticed the creatures looked as if though he'd spoke absolute gibberish. Since none were answering him, he decided to try introducing himself. As scared as he was of these strange creatures, he decided to initiate introduction. It was hard since he hadn't felt fear quite like this in a long time.

"My name…is George Morris," He started. "I come from a planet called Earth. There's an Arch on my home world like this one here," George pointed to the Arch behind him. "I don't know if you're registering this at all, but if you are, please show me a sign that you understand me."

He waited before a moment before one of the creatures answered him. But now it was his turn to have a really confused look on his face. Not only was the creature that was answering him a quadruped, this creature appeared to be a large purple lizard with large wings, curved golden horns, and a membrane that closely resembled that of a Mohawk on top of its head. George looked to the other reptilian creature beside the purple one and noticed similar features to the purple creature, only that it lacked the Mohawk-like membrane of the purple creature. This other reptilian creature was black with tribal markings on various areas of its body, including its forehead, and had more horns adorning its head. However, the horns seemed to be pointed more straight back with only a little curve and lacking the golden colour the purple creature's horns were. It also seemed to have a more pointed muzzle, whereas the purple creature seemed to have a more rounded and broad muzzle.

Once again, George attempted to speak to the creatures, "Listen, I'm gonna put my weapon on the ground. Don't panic."

At once he unstrapped his M243 machinegun, lowered it down to the ground on its bipod, and raised his hands as a sign of peace. He noticed the two reptilian quadrupeds whispering something to each other. George looked down and noticed the purple creature slowly approaching his machinegun to investigate it. The creature sniffed it and then gave a look that suggested that it wasn't sure what to make of his machinegun, which he was thankful of.

George's vision started to blur and he felt weak and dizzy. He stumbled a bit before collapsing, his body falling toward the crowd of creatures, some of whom barely had enough time to escape being crushed underneath his body weight.

Everything was suddenly pitch black, and cold, very cold. Suddenly George could see a very hinting faint of light. It felt as if though he had been restrained to some sort of autopsy table, but he knew he was nowhere close to any autopsy lab. He started making out the faint light underneath him, it was a blood-red colour, and seemed to form some sort of star-shape and a circle going around it. Right away his blood started to rush through his body out of pure fear. If he had an organic heart like normal human beings, it would definitely have been racing and beating very fast. George tried to take some deep breaths to try and relax when he suddenly heard a whisper.

"Come to me," the whisper said.

George called out, "Hello? Who are you?"

George didn't get a response but the voice continued. Then suddenly six other voices boomed into a song in some kind of foreign tongue. A maniacal voice was heard laughing an evil, devilish, maniacal laugh of sheer terror. In a flash, a face appeared over George rocking long, curly strawberry-blonde hair. The face began to speak to him.

"Hello George," the face said.

"Archfiend? You…you…"

George attempted to break free of his restraints but it was hopeless. He wasn't going anywhere.

"You fool! You think it's so easy to escape us?" Archfiend roared. "Why, George, my child? Stay and enjoy the party! We were just about to begin."

Archfiend waved his left hand and the six other voices, whom were his subservient priests, broke into a new chant. They chanted something out in Latin which translated into English as, "In the name of Satan. May the Holy Angels of the Dark bless this sacrifice and bring great tidings to us."

"My child, my precious child," Archfiend stroked George's cheek.

"I am not your child! Release me from this dream and take the nearest Portal to Hell, Lucifer!"

George continued to struggle against his bondage, trying to break free. Meanwhile, Archfiend looked on with a hurt face. He stretched out his right hand and took hold of a jagged dagger by the handle from the darkness. The chanting of the priests became louder and they chanted at a faster rhythm, and George's blood boiled with fear and terror. Archfiend raised the blade up high intending to do the killing blow on George. George couldn't help screaming out of absolute horror as suddenly the whole area became engulfed in hellfire and encompassed everything.

In the blink of an eye, George woke up sweating and panting. Where he woke up really confused him though. He wasn't anywhere near where he had passed out, at least not anywhere he could tell though. Instead he was on cold stone floor in a round stone chamber somewhere, and this 'somewhere' fascinated him. All along the walls were shelves full of books; thousands of books from what he could gather. He noticed a gigantic hourglass in the middle of the room and went over and investigated the bright blue glow coming from its sand.

"Hello there, George," an old and wise voice called out.

George jumped, completely surprised by the voice that had called him, and turned around and noticed an old grey-blue reptilian quadruped standing before him. This reptilian was a huge creature, with horns that curved away from his head upwards. He also sported a Mohawk-like membrane that went from the top of his head down the back of his neck; almost like the one George remembered the much smaller purple reptilian quadruped having on its head. Also, like the two smaller reptilian creatures he remembered seeing before, this grey-blue creature also had wings. Albeit, the wings this reptilian had were much larger to accommodate the huge body-frame of this, well, beast.

George said, "Hi," rather meekly. Unsure of what to make of the creature standing before him.

"Hello," the reptilian replied back, smiling.

"Who are you? Or, rather, what are you?" George asked, absolutely puzzled by the presence before him.

"I, my dear George, am Ignitus," he took a bow to George before continuing. "I am a Dragon. When I was alive I was a Fire Dragon. Now I reside here. I am The Chronicler."

George reminisced for a quick moment over what Ignitus- this Dragon- had told him. Furthermore, how did this Dragon know his name? Was this just some other nightmare waiting to happen in his sleep? Could it be some spiritual force trying to communicate with him? It seemed all so surreal and strange to George, however he decided that he would talk with this 'Dragon'.

"I see…" George started. "First off, just how the hell do you know my name? Also, where the hell am I? What is all this? Some illusion?" George looked down at himself before shrieking, "Why am I naked?!"

Ignitus chuckled before having a robe float down from somewhere and clothe him. "Sorry, I didn't know humans were also ones whom required clothing," Ignitus started. "I have prompted you here in your sleep to bring dreadful warnings but also a gift. You see, I am the first Chronicler ever to communicate with a creature whom is not a Dragon, in their dreams. In fact, it was believed that Chroniclers of our kind were only myth for many millennia, but I digress," Ignitus pondered over how he'd tell George all of what he needed to tell him.

"Your kind had fought a terrible war which raged over one-hundred-years. You came through what is called a Portal to our world. I know this from reading your thoughts. Seems that the minds of your kind are easy to deceive and corrupt."

George responded, "Yes, unfortunately, it's true."

Ignitus said, "But that is not my point here. My point is that a new evil has come from your world to ours. And I also gather you intend to stop it."

George said, "Yes. I have to. Otherwise that whole war for my world would've been for nothing."

Ignitus replied, "If you intend to stop the ones your kind call the 'Cronos Dynasty', then you're gonna need allies. It is my fear that they intend to revive The Dark Master and bring up a new army of absolute evil."

"The Dark Master?" A confused George asked.

"Yes! The Dark Master! He was an evil Dragon who originally intended to destroy this world in what he called 'The Great Cleansing'. I fear that with some dark rituals, this new evil force could gather the fragments of crystal holding Malefor prisoner in space and bring him back to conquer the Dragon Realms and your world; Earth."

George watched grotesque images of this 'Dark Master' float through his mind along with images of the Cronos Dynasty.

Ignitus continued, "The purple creature you met earlier will become your ally. He is the purple dragon of legends that put a stamp on the age of evil; his name is Spyro. And while the creatures of our world weren't able to understand you before, they will now be able to understand everything you and others of your kind speak of. This is my gift to you."

"Well…" George pondered over what to say to Ignitus. "Thank you, Ignitus. You've given me a new kind of hope into defeating these evil forces. I will be sure to make good, strong, and true allegiances with all the creatures and beings of your world."

"No need to thank me, George. You must be going now, a new day is about to begin where you are currently residing. No need to worry though, the creatures of your current residence are generally friendly and will welcome you and have you become familiar with this Realm. Now Go!" Ignitus ordered as a great flash overcame George's sight.

George inhaled a deep breath before opening his eyes and rubbing the sleep out of them. He was in a wooden shelter with only a couple of beds. His bag was at the end of the bed that he was laying on. He got up and stretched his muscles a bit before looking outside the doorway. All he saw were some small shelters, some made of wood and some of stone. And he also saw grass, trees, other foliage, rolling hills and mountains. Nobody appeared to be awake yet.

George sniffed himself and said, "Man, do I ever reek! Time for me to go wash up and get out of these ugly green fatigues!"

He grabbed his bag and went out to find a place with water where he would be able to wash himself and change out of his filthy combat fatigues. Soon enough he would come face-to-face with the legendary dragon Spyro…again. Eventually, George would be able to understand this strange new world he had traveled to from the Portal. And then, he will begin to fulfill his destiny.