Author's Note:

Hey you, I bet you have more than a few questions for me right now, most notably "where have you been Foowd?"

Well, the answer was, I had to move computers again. Yes my "new" laptop died on me and I had to spend an obscene amount of time and money setting up my new desktop PC, in hopes a PC would last longer than a laptop.

That… and I kinda got really burnt out on my TMNT story and desperately wanted to do something else for a while. Thus this rewrite of Power Rangers Dragon Legends was born!

"But Foowd! Why not just keep writing Dragon Legends?"

Well… you want me to be completely honest? I wasn't very proud of it. I thought I rushed it too much and took it in directions I didn't care for. Not to mention my writing has improved significantly since I started that story.

Not to mention that when I first started the original, I only had my DVD collection of Mighty Morphin and my vague memories of the other seasons to go on for how a Power Rangers season goes. Now I've watched through Dino Thunder, SPD, RPM, some of Jungle Fury, some of Wild Force, vanilla Ninja Steel, and vanilla Samurai (I am yet to watch through the "super" versions of either yet). So I'm far more familiar with the ebb and flow of a typical Power Rangers season than I was before.

And why did I change its name? Because truth be told, I never liked the name "Dragon Legends" and only went with it because "Power Rangers Dragon Fury" was taken. "Dragon's Roar" just sounds a bit cooler in my opinion.

I also want to take the time to say that, sorry, I'm not taking ranger submissions this time. One of the problems I had was that I had too many rangers running around and I typically work better with smaller casts. I want to keep the ranger count to at most six this time. I will however accept monster suggestions!

Power Rangers and all related characters belong to Toei and Hasbro, Spyro the Dragon and all related characters belong to Activision games. I am not either of these, I'm just some idiot who has terrible luck with computers. This is a fully fan created story and should be regarded and treated as such.

Prologue: The Never Ending War

Look at the world around you, tell me what you see. You'd probably describe the same world most humans would. A typical house or apartment with the typical forest, suburb, or even city outside it's window. It's the world you've known as long as you can remember. But what if I were to tell you that just beyond the walls of your reality, there was another existing in tandem with it? This is my world… known to those who live in it as the "Dragon Realms". A place with fantastic creatures and wondrous magic.

However, just like your own world, we too had our conflicts… but ours? Ours spans centuries… and it all began with a purple dragon.

He was born to a dragon society who had never seen his kind before. Every dragon was typically born to one of four elements, fire, ice, electricity, or earth. There were whispers of elements beyond the basic four, but rumors were all they were. However this purple dragon didn't fit into any of the four. However, it didn't take long to find out the reasons behind it, as this dragon suddenly mastered fire. Something that came as a shock to the dragon guardians as he was clearly not a fire dragon. The other four elements soon followed, revealing the true nature of is purple color.

Purple dragons were a rare breed of dragon, only born once every ten generations. Able to master every known dragon element while the typical dragon could only master one. Naturally this filled the dragon's heads with visions of a new age, the purple dragon himself being a kind and charitable creature certainly helped reinforce those hopes. However… while they would be right about this dragon bringing a new age… it would be one drenched in blood.

Over time as the purple dragon grew, his kind nature soon began to transform into arrogance. At first he had only sought to do good, but eventually his only concern was to become more and more powerful. His lust for power soon began to worry the guardians, who made the difficult decision to banish the purple dragon.

Little did they know, that that decision would echo throughout the centuries… as the purple dragon hadn't taken is banishment lightly. His arrogance had become warped into malice and hatred. The next time that dragon would be seen, he would bring death and destruction with him… and all would know and fear the name… Malefor.

This would continue for generations, not even confinement within the Well of Souls would stop his rampage, as others would carry out his deadly ambitions in his name.

However, soon another purple dragon would enter the battle… me… Spyro. My own history was a long and complicated one. I was one of only two survivors of the infamous temple raid, where Malefor sought to have his armies destroy every dragon egg of that "year of the dragon" to… ironically enough, prevent my birth specifically.

I was raised by a family of dragonflies until the inevitable day I discovered my true heritage. In my travels to discover my true destiny, I would encounter a fire dragon by the name of Ignitus, who would not only teach me fire and the truth of my destiny, but would also become something of a father figure to me. Eventually though I would meet the other survivor of that temple raid… a black dragoness by the name of Cynder, although it wasn't exactly an ideal reunion. Twisted by Malefor's evil through the ape king Gaul, Cynder sought to free Malefor from Convexity by kidnapping Ignitus' fellow guardians and using their elemental magic to free the Dark Master, but was ultimately stopped and freed from his dark influence by me.

Cynder and I would face many challenges after that, eventually defeating Gaul during the Eternal Night. But Malefor would find himself free once more, and attempted to carry out his ambitions of destruction. However, through a long and difficult battle, and the loss of Ignitus, Malefor was imprisoned once more by The Ancestors… never to torment the people of the Dragon Realms again… or so many thought.

But I always had doubts I had seen the last of my predecessor. No… deep down I knew that Malefor would return to finish what he had started. Decades passed, Cynder and I had become mates and even intended on starting a family, but Malefor's return still loomed over me… haunted me…

Not helped by the presence of the "Order of Malefor", a group of dark magic users who worshiped Malefor as some kind of god. Naturally, being one of the two dragons that helped seal their "god" away, they didn't much care for me. I've had to fight them off more than a few times. But those encounters slowly began to reveal a terrifying truth.

Age was catching up to me.

I was getting close to the same age Ignitus was when he first encountered me. If memory serves, he too was starting to struggle with his aging body, especially when using large amounts of elemental power. Normally I would have taken it as a sign to retire from hero work and live out my golden years with my family. But I knew Malefor was still out there, that "The Order" was hunting for him and may actually find and even free him someday. I couldn't risk Malefor returning and me being too old and weak to fight him again.

However… a solution would come in the form of a mysterious stranger...

I'll never forget the day he approached me in the dragon temple, he claimed to be from another world just beyond the one I lived in. He told me he had come to this world after seeing a vision of Malefor's return and sought to give me another means of defending the world. He told me of an ancient, mysterious force known only as the "Morphing Grid", that… when tapped into, could grant someone amazing powers and connect them to powerful machines known as "zords". The figure offered to construct me a set of "morphers" and "zords", so I could one day call upon a team of heroes to battle Malefor in my place.

At first I was skeptical, his claims were more than a bit far fetched to put it kindly. But age was rapidly sneaking up on me, and I couldn't risk Malefor returning and me being unable to fight him off. So I accepted his offer. He had told me he needed a source of dragon magic to charge the morphers with to allow them access to the Morphing Grid. We both agreed that the morphers would be charged by Spirit Gems… but would require empowerment by dragons to accomplish what we desired.

Eventually, I had decided to empower these morphers with the magic of my four mentors. Three of which, while still alive, were quite weak from age. But they still had enough power to charge the spirit gems I would use for the morphers. The last one however… would require me to call upon the spirit of my departed fire master Ignitus… it took time, patience, and a trip to the very soil his death occurred upon. But eventually, I managed to charge the last spirit gem.

With the morphers complete, the stranger informed me that I would still need to be alive to guide and train this new team. This would… require me to sacrifice the very thing I was trying to protect… my family.

I spent what felt like an eternity agonizing over this decision, I… I didn't want to leave my beloved Cynder, our child, my friends… how can I abandon them? But… I knew deep down that the stranger was right… I couldn't abandon m duties… I needed to be there to guide this team of heroes just as Ignitus had done for me.

So… reluctantly… I used the same Dragon Time power I had used during the Eternal Night to freeze myself… awaiting the day Malefor would return… so I could call upon four brave heroes to become…

The Dragon Roar Power Rangers…

Human Realms…

Outskirts of New Harmony, USA…

Scorn…

Fifty years…

That was how long Malefor had spent in his crystal prison. How long our order had existed and searched high and low to free him so he may carry out his holey quest. I myself had only been a member for five of those years, but rose through the ranks of it rather quickly with the same determination and ambition that had gotten me banished from my wolf pack. Such small minded mutts they were, for the very thing they exiled me for had now allowed The Order to accomplish its holey mission.

We had found Malefor's prison.

We magi had known of this other world since the dawn of our order, we referred to it as the "Human Realms", due to its abundance of creatures known as "humans" who occupied the same level of unearned reverence as the accursed dragons for which our own world took its name. I know not why it took so long for us to even consider that The Ancestors might hide him in this world. Perhaps it was arrogance? That the headmasters of old figured that not even The Ancestors themselves knew of this foreign world we had happened upon. But I never overlooked such possibilities…

"Is this the spot Scorn?" asked one of my fellow followers, this was Rikor, a mage I had managed to recruit from The Sorceress a couple of years back. He wasn't the brightest lizard in the realms, but there were few as skilled with conjuring monsters than he was.

I fished a crystal from my pocket, it was one of Malefor's creation, a "dark crystal" he had crafted during the latter stages of the war to drain the power of dragons that dared oppose him. It was still tied directly to his own magic, making it perfect for tracking him with a few magical alterations by me.

The crystal began to softly glow a red hue, he was here. "Yes Rikor, this is where the ancestors hid him," I said. "Prepare the ceremony! Today is the day the Dark Master rises again," I instructed the magi.

Without a word the magi went to work, drawing a symbol onto the ground and placing candles around its circumference. I took out my spell book and began to chant the incantation. At first nothing happened, making me worry slightly in the back of my mind that this ritual wouldn't work, but eventually the ground began to shake violently as a crystal began to rise from the earth. Inside this crystal was Malefor himself, a look of shock frozen upon his face.

That was one part of the ritual done, now for the crystal prison itself. This incantation would thankfully be far more simple. I removed a dagger from my belt and softly cut one of my hands. With the blood I began to draw a symbol onto the crystal. Sadly, a prison this powerful required the use of blood magic, but I'd be fine after a bandage or two. With one chant of an incantation, the crystal began to crack until it eventually exploded into pieces.

Malefor fell limply to the ground, coughing and sputtering. I could imagine over fifty years in a crystal prison had sapped most of his energy. "Master, do you need a hand?" I asked as I tried to help him to his feet.

However, to my surprise, Malefor simply shoved me away with his paw, sending me flying back a good ten feet at least! "Away from me fool!" he snarled before sitting himself upright. "How long?" he asked me. I didn't know exactly what he meant by the question until he sharply glared at me, "How long was I trapped in there?" he snarled.

The mages of the order fell silent. We all knew how long it had been since his defeat, that number had been practically burned into our minds. But half a century was a long time to be trapped, and we all knew that Malefor would not be pleased to learn how long he had been trapped for.

However, someone had to answer him, and since his glare was in my direction, that someone was me. "Fifty years my lord," I said.

Malefor's reaction was what you would expect it to be, a mix of mild shock and anger. He no doubt found it insulting he had been trapped for that long. Although according to legend he had been trapped for far longer before so it probably did not shock him as much as it would common folk. Malefor's surprise changed to confusion as he looked at his surroundings, "What is this place? Where am I?" he asked.

Again, it was on me to explain. "You are in a realm known as "The Human Realms", a world completely separate from the Dragon Realms," I explained. "My guess was that The Ancestors hid you here in hopes of preventing your allies from finding and freeing you," I theorized.

Malefor walked right by me, not uttering a single word. He stopped at a cliff, gazing upon the human city in the distance. "Such an impressive looking city… isn't it wolf?" he asked me. Confused, I looked upon the city with my own eyes. It was quite lavish, far more so than any city our own world had to offer.

"I… I suppose so," I answered. I was still unsure as to why he was so interested in this irrelevant human city.

"And tell me, what creatures inhabit such a city?" Malefor asked.

"Creatures known as "humans" my lord," I answered.

"How powerful are these… "humans"?"

"Not very," I answered. "From my observation, humans are barely as strong as the apes you once commanded," I added.

Malefor stood silent for a long time, lost in thought. I dared not utter a word, I knew full well what would happen if I angered the Dark Master, and I knew not where I stood as far as he was concerned. However, eventually… "So the ancestors believed they could keep me from being freed by sending me to a world full of weaklings," he said before turning to me. "Once again they failed to contain me, and now… these… "humans", will pay the price for their hubris," he said coldly. "Come, we must make preparations," he then instructed us.

"It's time this "Human Realms", learned to fear the Dark Master,"

Meanwhile…

Dragon Temple, Unknown Realm…

Spyro…

The first sounds I heard were the cracking of my crystal prison, my eyes opened to see the same cave I had placed myself into ancestors know how long ago. I felt a little weak, spending so long trapped in a crystal would do that to you I guess. But despite this I knew I had to act fast, as I had designed the prison to only release me if Malefor had escaped, tying it magically to his own crystal prison. Meaning that if I was free, so was he.

I slowly made my way to the main chamber of the temple I had ordered constructed before putting myself to sleep. It kind of struck me just how similar it was to the one I had trained with Ignitus in, despite my desire to sort through nostalgic memories of old, I knew there was very important work to be done, Malefor wouldn't wait long to begin his attack on the Dragon Realms, no knowing him he would start the assault before anyone even knew he had broken free.

I arrived in the main chamber, there sat the four morphers just as I had left them, but they were not what I sought right now. No, that would be the pool of visions at the center of the room. Over the years since Malefor's previous defeat, I learned how to use vision pools like this one, it would hopefully give me some insight as to what Malefor's first plan of attack was so I could plan accordingly.

I sat myself in front of the pool, staring deeply into its murky water before I eventually managed to will a vision into being. However, the image I saw was not what I expected, it was of Malefor like I had desired, but it was obvious from his surroundings that he was not in the Dragon Realms. I then remembered that stranger had told me of another realm, could that be where he was?

I then thought back to what had happened to Malefor, to see if I could see how he could have possibly been in that other realm. I remember being told Malefor had been sealed in the center of the earth, but… maybe it wasn't this earth? It made sense, why seal him in our realm where his followers could eventually find him, when you could seal him in another realm where his followers theoretically couldn't follow? But even so, it clearly didn't work, as he was free once more and I could see in the vision that he had an army with him.

I felt my anger begin to build, this realm didn't do anything to deserve this! Involving them in our own war, it turned my stomach. I could see visions of the people of that realm, there were no dragons there to protect them, just these ape like creatures left to fend for themselves. I began to see visions of a possible future, where Malefor was gleefully slaughtering these helpless creatures, their weapons completely useless against the mad dragon and his dark armies.

But why? Why would Malefor choose to attack this realm instead of pursuing vengeance on the realm that defeated him? Was it a show of power? An attempt to make the Ancestors see the error of their decision? Or was it just Malefor's sick, twisted nature? Whatever the case, I can't allow this to happen!

The Ancestors may be willing to forsake this alien realm, but I'm not! I looked to the morphers, I had intended on choosing Dragon Realm denizens to inherit their power, but now that this other realm was involved, it only seemed right to choose creatures from that realm to defend it.

But who to choose? I couldn't just give these powers to anyone, and these creature's resemblance to the apes didn't elude me. I couldn't trust such power in the hands of those that would abuse it. No they needed to be in the hands of someone who would use them for the right purpose. Brave and noble people who would do anything to protect their world and possibly the Dragon Realms as well.

But where would I find such people?

A/N: Where indeed?

One of the things I want to accomplish with this story is try to slow the pace down a bit and flesh out the characters more, since one of the biggest problems I had with the original was how little time I spent on the actual character development.

Be sure to leave a review and tell me if I'm screwing up this remake or not. Feedback is very important to me.