Chapter 4- Truth

Chapter 4! It's so good to finally get here. Why? Because the clue is in the title. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any canon characters or locations from the Spyro franchise, however any OC's are mine.

Spyro awoke, groaning as he opened his eyes, he felt so weak.

He was in the middle of a large plain, the grass was rustling in the wind, nothing was in sight but the endless rolling plain.

"Where am I?" He thought.

"You are inside your mind." A voice hissed out.

"Who said that!" Spyro looked around but couldn't see anything but grass.

"Behind you." The voice said in a mocking tone.

Spyro turned around quickly, and what he saw shocked him to the core.

It was him. But he was black, and his eyes glowed with white malice.

It was his dark form.

Dark Spyro sneered. "Finally, I get to do this, Spyro. Finally I can take my revenge!"

"Revenge on who, you're me, I don't want revenge on anyone."

"You don't but I do, the first thing I'm going to do when I take you is kill that annoying Cynder!"

"You , will not, harm her!"

"You can't stop me, you are too weak! Say you're goodbyes! Where you're going You'll need them."

Spyro knew he was right, he couldn't defeat him, he was just too weak.

Suddenly a pillar of light erupted from the ground. Between Spyro and dark Spyro.

"What is this!" shouted dark Spyro.

Suddenly the light beam dissipated, and where it shone was now a golden dragon ins silver and gold armour.

Spyro gasped at this new development. The ragon was facing dark Spyro with a snarl on his face. Small spikes, in the shape of shark teeth, ran down his spine.

"Who are you!" shouted dark Spyro.

The dragon simply spread his massive wings, "You will not take him!"

Dark Spyro snarled "You can't kill me! If you do he dies!"

To emphasise his point he drew his claw over his chest, drawing blood. Spyro gasped as the same wound appeared over his chest.

The gold dragon pointed at him with a paw and a strange bubble seemed to encase Spyro, it was wrapped in golden light.

"I will shield him from the pain, and then I'll send you to the deepest darkest corner of his mind!"

Dark Spyro stepped back, fear evident on his face.

"No! No! NO!"

He turned and took off into the air, attempting to get away from the Golden dragon.

Spyro saw light gather around the dragons mouth, illuminating the field like a sun.

Then a massive beam of light shot from his jaws, making a massive hissing noise.

The beam completely swallowed the dark dragon whole.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" he managed to scream before the beam completely disintegrated him.

The Gold dragon shut his jaws and the beam stopped. He suddenly swayed, then he collapsed.

The shield around Spyro disappeared, and feeling new energy he ran over to the dragons side. He gasped, the dragon was covered in appalling wounds.

"Are you okay?" He asked

"No Spyro I'm not okay. You do not know me, and I understand if you don't but do you trust me?"

"Are you kidding? You just saved my life! Of course I trust you."

The Gold dragon smiled, "Glad to hear it."

He sighed, "Okay, when you wake up I'll be collapsed beside you. I need you to place one of your paws on my left leg plate, and say: The stars above and Nocta below. The plate will open. The plate is magic, it holds a space inside. In that space will be a long thin crystal. Break off a quarter of it and place it in my mouth, can you do that?"

"Yea I think I can manage."

"Good because I think you're waking up."

Spyro felt a wave of exhaustion take hold of him and he blacked out.

Spyro woke up, gasping for air, he seemed to be in some sort of tent.

Then a Black form buried its tear stained face into his chest.

"Oh S-Spyro I th-thought I'd l-lost you!" Cynder managed to say in hiccupping breaths

"Its okay Cynder, It's okay." He said soothing her. Whilst he calmed her down, he turned his head slightly and gasped, there unconscious, was the golden dragon from his dreams!

"What happened?" he asked.

" He did something to your head and collapsed two minutes ago." Said a voice behind Cynder, Spyro looked up, and saw a large red dragon.

"My name's Pyrion by the way."

Spyro nodded. Remembering the dragons instructions, he reluctantly let go of Cynder and walked over to his body. He placed his right paw on the armour plate the dragon had requested.

"Spyro what are you doing?" asked Cynder, confusion evident in her voice.

"What he asked me to." he replied, Cynder looked at him with a shocked expression but she said no more.

"The stars above and Nocta below." Spyro said in a firm voice. A crack appeared in the middle of the plate and the two flaps of metal opened, revealing a void of darkness.

Spyro put his hand in, and felt a large open space, his claws scraped the bottom until he felt something, he grabbed it, and pulled it out.

It was a large golden crystal, glowing with a yellow aura. Then the dragon started to convulse, and entered a coughing fit. Blood poured out of his mouth. Startled Spyro quckliy broke of a quarter of the crystal, and placed the rest on the floor. The inside of the crystal glowed and Spyro felt power, emanate from it. He grabbed the dragons arrow shaped head, and prized open his large jaws, revealing a row of razor sharp white fangs, caked with blood.

He placed the crystal in the dragons mouth, closed it and placed his head onto the floor.

Suddenly the dragon started to glow, The golden aura intensifying and covering his whole body. When it died down, all three dragons gasped, all of his wounds had disappeared.

"How did he do that?" asked Spyro.

"I don't know Spy, but I think he's okay now. Come on, you need to get some rest."

"No, I'm staying with him, he saved my life. I'm waiting here until he wakes up."

Cynder smiled: "Okay then…. I'm staying too."

"Spyro grinned, he wanted nothing more than her by his side.

"Okay then… I'll leave you two to it, I will be outside if you need me."

"Thanks Pyrion. Cynder replied.

As the red dragon left the room, Cynder looked at the golden dragons face and thought:

"Who is he?"

He awoke with a gasp, sitting up so quickly it hurt his back. Groaning he looked around at his new surroundings. He was in a circular room, with a giant hourglass in the middle, the top of it full and falling into the bottom.

"I'm in the chronicler's chamber!" he said out loud, recognizing this place.

"Indeed young dragon." Called out a familiar voice.

From a side room, a large blue dragon, a blue crystal draped around his neck, emerged.

"Chronicler I-" he began to say. But then he saw the dragons face. He gasped, shocked at seeing a face he had not seen in a long time.

"Ignitus?" He managed to gasp out.

The blue dragon smiled: "Indeed young Ashatar. Come, we have much to discuss…."