Well time for another story my dear wandering soul.

Normal- "Speaking"

Italic- "Thoughts/Mind Link"

Bold- "Spells"

Sara is Stealth Elf

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(Spyro's Mind)

In Munitions Forge a pillar of dark flame rose from on a top of one of the many volcanoes. Seconds later Spyro fell from the sky, landing with a thud groaning in pain from the many bruises on his body. As he began to try and sit up a giant claw stopped him pushing him back down causing him to cough up blood. Spyro looked up to see Malefor with a dark smirk on his face looking down at him.

"It seems Ignitus was wrong to put his faith in you" Malefor said has he applied more pressure to Spyro's chest. Spyro did nothing but glare at the corrupted dragon unable to move, after using up all his energy 'Why do I keep having this nightmare?!' Spyro yelled to himself, not realizing his shadow had begun to move. As Malefor raised a flaming his claw to end Spyro, suddenly a tendril that looked to be made of shadows wrapped around his arm yanking him off Spyro shocking them both. "What the hell is this?!" Malefor yelled shock, before he could say anything else his arm began to turn to stone and crumble.

It was then Spyro realized that the tendril was not made of shadows but Aether, more specifically Dark Aether. He watched as a wave of Dark Aether rose and washed over them like a tsunami closing his eyes tight wait to be turned to stone. After a few seconds Spyro opened his eyes confused "Huh, how come I'm not dead? Oh right this is a dream, but this is different than usual." Looking around he saw that he was in a cave lit by crystals.

Hearing his own voice, Spyro quickly turned around to see his Dark Aether counterpart standing right behind him. Upon seeing his "corrupted" form Spyro was left speechless. "Now I now this nightmare is way different than it usually is" Spyro thought to himself "It isn't a dream nor is it a nightmare." "How did you know what I was thinking?" Spyro asked moving back cautiously from "To put it simply I'am you so whatever you know or think I know. There is no need to worry about me trying to harm you I just want to talk." Dark Spyro answered.

Not sensing maliciousness from him Spyro stopped moving back "Wait where are we and what did you mean by this isn't a dream?" "First off we are inside of your subconscious.." Dark Spyro said with smile before his expression turned grim "..Secondly, what you have been experiencing was a vision or more accurately you've been using Dragon Time to live out future events".

To anyone else this would should crazy but to Spyro it seemed to makes sense. Whenever he would fight a new enemy and "die" he would wake up in a cave or some other peaceful area moments before his "death" and upon seeing the new enemy know there attacks as if he had already fought them, beating them without taking even a scratch. Yet he was confused at why his dark counterpart was upset before realizing what this meant and fear washed over him. "W..w..wait so you mean that their going to die?".

One of the many things that would happen in his vision was him and all of his friends dying, yet certain deaths would always make him breakdown. These weren't death of the guardians the very dragons who had raised and trained him when he left his life in the swamps behind.

The deaths Spyro always saw in these visions were all his friends. Elora would be strangled and cut by her very own poison vines. Spyro would be forced to watch the poor faun choke on her own blood till her body went slack. The purple dragon would watch Bianca and Sara be drained of all magical power before it was then forced back in to them forcing their bodies to destroy them. The last deaths Spyro was forced to witness were always the hardest, it was the death of Cynder and Ember. The dragoness's would always die saving Spyro, pierced through the heart by a forbidden spell. Malefor would chuckle at the site of Cynder and Ember's hearts exploding due to his attack, and the last thing Spyro would see was his friends hands outstretched to him as if for him to save them.

"Yes, everyone we know and love will die. I know what your thinking you let me explain, I am not bound to just your mind I can see anything from the shadows." Dark Spyro said as he watched Spyro sit down after calming down.

"After you were frozen in the time crystal Malefor came by and stole your Light Aether to cast a forbidden ritual to reawakened beings of darkness and in doing this has "erased" your story and everyone connected to it. Yet..there might be away to change this." Dark Spyro said with a serious tone pausing as he waited for Spyro to take the information in.

"So..what do we do? How do we stop them?" Spyro asked "By picking up the story where it left off and writing our own story. Since I am you, even if it is the Dark Aether side of you I still contain some Light Aether, enough to where we can change the fates of everyone with a forbidden ritual of our own" Dark Spyro said.

"I can smell a but coming" Spyro said interested in the idea but knew that doing this spell would come with a cost "There is only one risk and that is the chance you become corrupted like Malefor if your will isn't strong enough" Dark Spyro said confirming Spyro's suspension.

Spyro thought about it for only a second before he gave his answer "Let's do it, if it means I can stop Malefor and save everyone I care about I will take the risk"

Seeing the determination in his eyes Dark Spyro needed no more sign of conformation and began to cast the spell. A dragon yin-yang symbol appeared under them and began spinning, Dark Spyro began turning in mist swirling around Spyro going straight into his soul where he merged with it. Shadows began to raise like flames around covering his body it felt searing heat making him want to scream out in pain before it started to become less painful and began to feel to comforting.

"Thanks" Spyro said said as a tear ran down as he felt his other half fade, seeing that to do the spell was one had to give up their existence. After awhile the spell was complete and Spyro was left by himself, going to a pool of water seeing he now looked like his Dark Aether counterpart before returning to his regular self. When he turned around to see the Chronicler with what looked to be a a small version of his book tattered and torn out pages"I wish there was another way to go about this situation, but as they say desperate times call for desperate measures." the Chronicler said with a heavy sigh before facing the cover towards Spyro "Even if it means you have to take a darker path than the one that was written.".

"Well, I guess a hero can't always walk in the light can he. Though look on the bright side now you get a book that you don't know how it ends, I'll make sure there are many twist and turns you'll be on the edge of your seat the whole time" Spyro said jokingly as he place his claw on the book and a flame consumed it before dying to reveal the book was repaired to it's former glory with a new cover, one of there dragons in a triangle inside of a circle that had three other creatures each separated, on the top left a faun, in the top left a elf, and on the bottom a rabbit.

The Chronicler laughed at Spyro's little joke "Well then I leave the rest to you young dragon." and with that the Chronicler faded back to his realm.

"Now then, time for us to wake up Cynder. We've got a lot to do." he said as a gate to Cynder's mind appeared and he walked through.

Well what did you think? I had originally planned for this story to go down a dark route but then decided to go down a more of a anti-hero route after playing Overlord (the game series not the anime).

As always I hope you enjoyed reading.