Chapter 1

"Spyro my boy, what brings you here?" Terrador asked with a smile.

"Do you know where Volteer is?" Spyro asked holding up the scroll, "I want to know if he can decipher this."

"I think he's in the library." Terrador said pointing to a double door.

Spyro nodded as he and Terrador headed to the library. When they entered it they saw both Volteer and Cyril arguing about something. They noticed Spyro and smiled.

"Spyro so good to see you again." Volteer said in his usual quick talk.

"Is there a problem?" Cyril asked.

Spyro shook his head, "Not really, just a strange dragon falling from the sky and this scroll that came from him."

Spyro handed Volteer the scroll and began to inspect it.

"By the Ancestors!" Volteer exclaimed.

"You know what it is?" Spyro asked.

"It's the ancient dragon language." Cyril said looking at the scroll.

"What's that?" Spyro asked.

"It is an old language dragons used during the beginning of time." Terrador answered.

"Do you know what it says?" Spyro asked.

"I think so." Volteer said before reading aloud.

"Life shall fall.

Deserts shall rise.

This is the sign that the two worlds will be rejoined once again."

"Wait, does it mean?" Terrador asked.

"Mean What?" Spyro asked.

"Spyro, our world is but only half." Volteer answered.

"It's an old story known only by the Guardians." Cyril said with a sigh.

"What is the story?" Spyro asked.

"A long, long time ago, our world was whole." Terrador began.

"Then one day an evil creature sought out to make it his, and only one dragon was able to stop him." Volteer said next.

"He was not a purple dragon, yet he was able to use many elements. In the end, he was forced to split the world, thus banishing the evil into another world." Cyril finished.

"Then what about the scroll?" Spyro asked.

"When the prophecy becomes true in one world, the two worlds shall be one world." Terrador answered.

"So will both worlds be in turmoil?" Spyro asked.

Cyril nodded, "Yes, but not in the same way."

"Who was the dragon that split the world?" Spyro asked.

"Unfortunately his name has been lost through the ages." Volteer answered.

"Then how would one know who he is?" Spyro asked.

"It is said that he knows the name of many, just by looking at them." Terrador said as he headed out the door.

Present Day...

A mole came in and saw Gramzon awake.

"Ah, you're awake." The mole said as he entered the room, "How do you feel?"

"My back hurts a bit, but otherwise I'm fine." Gramzon answered, "How long was I out?"

"Three days, now let me change your bandages." the mole answered.

The mole began to unravel the bandages when Spyro entered the room.

"I see that you're awake." Spyro said as he sat down.

"Yep, and if your wondering," Gramzon said with a chuckle, "Yes Spyro, I am a dragon."

"If I'm correct, you're not from this world, are you?" Spyro said with a sly smile.

"Nope." Gramzon said as he felt a sharp pain in his back.

"Sorry bout that, you had a few scales that were loose." the mole said placing the green scales in a bowl.

"It's alright, they'll grow back." Gramzon said as he winced at the pain.

"Not surprised since you landed on our weapons rack." The mole said as he looked for any more injuries.

"I should be healed up by now, due to my increased healing factor." Gramzon said as he stood up, "Speaking of weapon, where's my sword?"

"It's in the training grounds, although it's too heavy for anyone to lift." Spyro said as he pointed outside.

Just then a loud crash was heard in the hallway.

"Not again..." the mole said as he backed away from the door.

A small green dragon dashed into the room carrying a small sacksack. He jumped on the window sill and turned to see the rooms occupants.

"Whistala?" Gramzon asked, (1)"Los tol hi?"(1)

"Gramzon (2)Dovah(2)?" the dragon that was now known as Whistala asked, (3)"In, los tol hi?"(3)

The dragon leaped into Gramzon's arms. the guards came in with their weapons drawn.

"Finally you caught the cretin, he's been stealing from us for years." the dragon guard said pointing to Whistala.

(4)"Nunon dahik nust fund ni ofan zey kip."(4) Whistala protested.

"Is this true?" Gramzon asked.

"I don't know, there's really no one who understands him." the mole guard answered.

"Well he is to no longer be tormented and treated like a criminal." Gramzon said sternly.

"We don't have to take orders from you." the dragon guard answered.

"Just do as he says." Spyro said as he started to walk out the door, "Besides, I think he might have some answers."

Whistala sat on Gramon's shoulder, as Gramzon followed Spyro. Whistala snickered at the guards as he watched their pants fall down.

"So what kind of dragon are you guys?" Spyro asked.

"Let's sit down somewhere quiet and I'll explain everything." Gramzon said pulling out a large book.

(A/N)

Tranlations:

(1) Is that you

(2) Dragon

(3) Master, is that you

(4) Only because they would not give me food

A new character has joined in.

Whistala knows Gramzon from a really long time ago.

Whistala only speaks in the Ancient Dragon Language due to not having much time learning how to speak any other languages.

Although Whistala does understand English.

If there is any questions go ahead and ask them.

See you all next time!