Spyro opened his eyes and when he looked around, he was lightly confused. He realised he was in a strange place. He stood on a floating rock. They were more leading to a large and ancient structure. The rock was silver like the moon that shined in the sky.

He gazed at it and gulped. It felt as if the moon would fall on him soon. It was so close that he might even touch it if he raised his paws.

"Come Spyro," a voice asked him.

"W-who?" the youngling looked around, "W-wait? Why am I here? I mean. Where am I?"

The last thing he remembered was sleeping for the night with Hunter, his best friend and Zoe. He searched for any of them, but he was alone.

"Come Spyro," a voice asked him again.

This time, the dragon turned towards the structure. The large building. He knew he had to investigate. Whoever was calling him might know what was going on.

He jumped from platform to platform. Once he reached the last one, he raised his head and in instinct kicked in, "Awwww. Not a library!" he whined loudly and tapped the ground a few times.

A loud sound came behind him. He turned around and recognised him, "Malefor!" he approached him and rubbed his face against his dad, "You're okay!"

That took the dark dragon off-guard and gazed at the side. He rubbed the head of the youngling and let out a small smile, "Yes I am."

"Where are we? I'm hearing a strange voice like it's in my head," he gazed at the building in their way.

Malefor gazed at it as the youngling sat on his side, "Here I am again," he grumbled, before gazing at Spyro, "We are in a dream."

"Dream?" he felt like it was different from other dream.


Chapter 36: The Ancient One

The dark purple dragon nodded, "Yes, we are in a dream. Not the one made by Lateef of the other Dream Weavers. It is made by the one called The Chronicler. He is called The Ancient One. His real name casted aside long ago. Back to the dream, it is not any of the dragons you know. If it was the case, I wouldn't be here," he sighed and gazed at the young dragon, "The one in there is the oldest dragon still alive. He claimed to be the 'first' Dream Weavers, but those are just words," he waved his hands, dismissing the declaration of that dragon, "Let's go. We should make him wait any longer. You don't want a taste of his power in here."

"Okay," he followed the adult.

Malefor opened the door and entered first in the place, followed by Spyro.

The inside of the place was a large library. They were tons of shelves with books put around. They were a lot of orbs in the air, as if it contained dreams of dragons. Not only that, dreams of every beings of the Realm. They were so many orbs they couldn't even begin to count.

The purple dragon pouted, "It's really a library. It's a boring place," he whined.

"The histories and the memories of the world is of massive importance Spyro," a dragon replied.

They heard the footsteps of someone greeting day.

A dragon finished climbing down the stairs and gazed at them, holding himself on a long staff.

"Is that the chr-chro dragon?" the purple dragon asked.

The old gray dragon chuckled as he stopped near them, letting the child have a good look at him. He had long white mane, a long beard, a long tail ending with gray fluff, long gray wings with a few holes in them, silver eyes and four horns pointing backward. He wore a blue robe with a purple bag containing a few scrolls, a brush and a large bottle of ink.

"I am known as The Chronicler, Guardian of all knowledge," he replied with a warm smile.

"He is also known as The Ancient One," Malefor repeated as he crossed his arms, "Why did you call us here? Why Spyro too?"

"Because you both possess much more magic than any dragons of your world of course," the gray dragon replied kindly. A chair went by his side and sat on it. His staff floated in the air, "And since the second dragon is already awakening his power, I thought now was the right time for a little history lesson," he raised his hand and a book came to him.

"History. That's boring," Spyro rolled his eyes.

"And he doesn't like to make sense," the dark purple dragon turned around to leave.

"For dragons who inherit a bit of the essence of them, you are going to turn away from boredom?"

That tip the curiosity of the youngling, "Essence of who?"

Malelfor groaned at the little victory of The Ancient One, "Be on with it. You are going to bored us with a few words anyway."

"Such as my warnings about your imprisonment before it happened?" the old dragon asked.

The other dragon tried to find an answer, but after a few minutes, he gave up, "Damn you."

The Chronicler opened the book and asked, "I will ask a few questions and see what the world knows, before I reveal it to you."

"There was a test! This is turning into a nightmare," Spyro whined in annoyance.

"Not a test. It's okay to fail. I just want to know what you know."

"Not helping gramps," the young purple dragon sighed.

The gramps giggled, "No offence taken. Now, who made our world?"

"Who cares about that?" Malefor replied as he sat on a chair that came behind him.

The young purple dragon searched for something and replied, "By itself?"

A gentle chuckle came from The Ancient One. He decided to enlighten them and cut the suspense before he lost them completely, "It was created by The Two Great Ones. No one is certain if they were two or just one thought," he raised his fingers, "They were also known as The Destructor and The Creator. One that destroys and one that creates."

"The Destructor is evil," Spyro declared.

"But the reason you and me are living is because The Destructor destroy The Nothingness. There cannot be live when there is nothing. To have something, you must first destroy The Nothingness," the gray dragon countered as he gently gazed in the eyes of the young dragon. He lost him.

"Why telling this to us?" the dark purple dragon was suspicious.

"That will wait until Spyro future awakens in many years. I cannot spoke words about it," he waved his gray finger a few times before he raised his book, "Revealing too soon would be against my duty as The Chronicler or clouded your judgements. Anyway, next question. What were The Destructor and The Creator?"

"As if I can answer that question," Malefor grunted in annoyance.

"Dragons?" the young purple dragon innocently asked.

His dad gazed at him in disbelief.

"Good answer Spyro," The Ancient One smiled and rubbed the cheek of the youngling.

"I got it Malefor!" he showed a proud smile.

"Y-yeah," the other dragon just didn't know what else to say. That answer was stupid in his ears.

"Next question: Why do you have much more magic within you? Artisan Dragons and Peace Keepers has usually less than the other three clans," he waited for his answers.

"Don't know," the two said at the same time.

He hummed to himself, "You will figure it out with time," he checked at the book and declared, "I think this will be enough for the test."

"You just bring this question up and you don't give an answer!" Malefor quickly approached the dragon. He wanted to release his frustration. He tried to grab the dragon by the robe, but was sent back to his chair.

"Calm down Malefor. All will be revealed in time. Now, I will reveal some forgotten knowledge of the world," he gazed down at his large book.

"Fine," the youngling rested on the ground and waited to get bored by the story. He had little motivation.

"Agree with you Spyro," Malefor grumbled quietly. He wasn't interested in that. He already had other plans.

"You are sleeping anyway. Your other plans can wait until morning," the gray dragon chuckled as he looked at the book.

"Just get on with it," the dark purple dragon said.

"Good. The forgotten knowledge I want to share is one that you are interested in Malefor. The Forbidden Artifacts. So far, two of them came out of their slumbers."

"W-what?" the other adult asked. He now had a target to find.

"Yes. He found it a decade ago. He found it in a far away island, isolated from the realms. He had it in his possession and used it only when necessary. I suggest to beware you two, because you will encounter his path in the future," The Ancient One shared his warning before he went on, "As for the other three, they will awaken in time. In the near future, they will be on the hands five individuals."

"Wait. That sounds like a prophecy," Spyro noticed.

"Of course. You two had a short attention span and this got you. Anyway, on with those artifacts. Do you know why they are declared forbidden?" The Chronicler asked them with a warm smile.

"Because they are extremely powerful and could be misused by many evil individuals," he gazed at Spyro. He was uncertain if he should say anything about having it in possession or not. He chose not to put something on the shoulder of the youngling. If Spyro knew that true and accepted to keep it a secret, if it was found out, he would be in trouble. He decided to keep his Forbidden Artifact a secret. He wouldn't put the child at risk another time. He cared too much for his son.

"I'm not worried if any dragons had it," the youngling innocently replied.

"Now. The reason the Artifacts were declared forbidden wasn't because they were too dangerous. It was because someone doesn't want the right dragon to have the right forbidden artifact on his claws," the old dragon replied as he turned the page, "I won't explain why, but that reason, can be found in the lost history of our kind. Only the oldest dragons still remembered the tale of your past when we lived in the Forgotten Realm. I won't share that part," he flipped the page and gazed at them, "One last thing before I let you spend some time together before you wake up," he chuckled, "One day, the three of us will meet in person and not through dream," he grabbed his mustaches and cleaned it a little, "That is a faraway future. Since you two came out of your eggs, something greater than anything you believe has been at play. You will both take center stage through it. Your greater magic put all of this on your shoulders. As you were born with their essences," he put his hands together, "However, I wish that you will enjoy life until that time comes."

"That sounds ominous," Malefor commented.

"A little scary, but I'm a hero," Spyro replied.

"Everything I told you is just something you should keep at the corner of your mind. Of course, you won't remember that much when you will wake up. However, it will quickly come back to you at the right time comes," The Chronicler told them.

"I other word, everything you told us is useless until we see something that is about what you told us," the dark purple dragon declared, "It's just a waste of time!"

Spyro gazed at him and back at the Dream Weaver.

"Waste of time?" the old dragon replied. He laughed loudly, his voice echoing in the library, "What would happen if you need that knowledge, but you aren't asleep at the right time?"

The two had no answers to that.

"It's best to put that information at the corner of your mind, it will be useful in the future. Anyway, I'm done with my story. You probably need some catchup after all those days separated. Be a good dad Malefor. You've done it before," The Ancient One left the two dragons alone as he sent the book to its respectful spot and went to observe the ceiling, which was painted with many stars.

The youngling wasted no second, "Malefor. How are you doing? I was so worried for you. You're my dad and you just went away… I know why, but still," he was grabbed by the other dragon.

The dark purple dragon hugged him against his large chest, "I'm doing fine. I'm currently in the Forgotten Realm. I'm preparing to get rid of The Sorceress."

"I'm saving my siblings, so we must be in that Forgotten Realm. You have to help them too. You are their dads too you know," the youngling said.

"If she is gone, they will be safe and the those of the future, once and for all," Malefor replied as he put the child on the ground. He asked, "What about you? Are you in trouble because of me? Because I used you to escape my prison?"

"Not anymore. I had to help preparing everything to protect my siblings as punishment… But it didn't work out at all. All that effort for nothing," he sadly said. He raised his head, "But I'm going to save everyone," he raised his chest, "I am a hero and this is my duty as their big brother."

His muscular dad chuckled as he poked the snout of the youngling, "Tell me where you are right now. We are in the same realm."

"I'm at Midday Gardens. Me, Sparx, Zoe and Hunter are resting right now. We met with the thief who tried to attack me, but I chased her and save one of my siblings," he proudly said. He thought a little more and added, "They are telling me that there is more going on with that thief Bianca, but she's a bad guy."

Malefor sighed. The youngling knew little of the real world. If he thought that way, it might be dangerous in the long run, "What about dragons?"

"We are good. Every dragon is good," Spyro replied.

That was what the elder feared, "Spyro. Not every dragon is good. Some of them are bad, but you just don't know it."

The child was dejected, but nodded negatively, "They are all good dad. No one is evil. They said you were, but you aren't."

The dark purple dragon had his mouth slightly open. He searched for an answer, the correct one. He had nothing. Still, he tried, "But I'm not good either."

"Of course, you're good. You didn't really want to hurt my dads and you never hurt me," Spyro looked at his dad with innocent sparkles.

Malefor had no strength or courage to break that away. He cursed himself from not forcing the youngling to face his reality. He saw that the place was slowly going down. He knew they were waking up, "Spyro. Once I got rid of The Sorceress, I'll join you and help you save the other siblings. Don't get yourself hurt or you are in big trouble."

"I won't," he replied.

Those were the last words they shared before they left the strange dream.


AC: This is the end of this chapter. It's not a vital one, but it will explain why the two will cross path later and a little bit about the world building.

Next: Evil In the Shadows.

Cosmos and Red had a long talk, with the other dragons listening. In the morning, Red revealed a little more about some hidden danger in Dragon Realm.