Spyro a new begiing, but its slitghlty different,
So here we are. I will be upfront, this story is basically a redux of LOS: A New Beginning. But with some twists and differences. It will follow the general outline of that plot, but in some different ways…
I will note this was partially inspired by Firelight, which I had read recently before starting this story. Go check it out, it's really well done and worth the read, though it is rather long. I did not copy the plot or anything, of course; nor do I intend. But certain characters and scenes inspired a some of the events and characters in this story; I am sure you will see what I mean. I merely want to pay homage to this.
And finally, don't worry, this will not be a ridciosuluy long story. That gets exhausting to read and write.
Also, important note: In this version of the story ,Spyro is about fifteen. I felt it makes a bit more sense than a 12 year old taking on an army all on his own ,but we will get to all that later in the story.
So, I hope you enjoy.
The fire guardian sat outside of the Warfang council room, waiting on the council to finish the arrangements. He was anxious about what came next.
Namely, announcing to his species that he was alive and had a plan to win this war.
What a mess that morning had been. Ignitus practically barged in on the council building, flying over the wall and circumventing guards. He had landed right in front of the entrance of the Warfang council building, demanding to speak to them. He wanted to waste no time speaking to the council. However, shocked expressions and endless questions were what he was met with.
The next several hours were spent explaining how he had been hiding, but found the purple dragon of legend, recruited him, retaken the dragon temple he used to inhabit with the other guardians, and trained him up a bit. Adding more craziness to all that, he had announced his new plan to rescue his fellow guardians from their captivity and take the fight to Cynder herself.
That was more or less his plan. There was more to it than that, but frankly, he had explained himself enough to the council for at least the day.
They were furious and some disagreed. He had nearly failed his species, they said. Or so they had thought before he announced his plans. Truth be told, running into Spyro was a massive coincidence; but one that had given him hope.
Now, he would have to explain himself to the rest of the city, and spread this hope to the rest of this kind; when they so desperately needed it.
A few months back, the apes had unveiled the "Terror of the Skies" as the dragons called her. Cynder, is a massive black dragoness of unfathomable power. She had turned the tides of War in the ape's favor almost single-handedly.
But, with any luck, things would be different now.
The council room doors opened, and Ignitus got his cue. He had been informed that the council wanted the fire guardian to personally explain to the city what his plan was. By his guess, they likely had orderd their scout and messenger to spread the word and gather a crowd. They were going to make a show of this, it seemed. But they needed to. The dragons needed hope, something ot latch onto in the face of this overwhelming foe.
Ignitus got up, and prepped himself to address the council again; and his kind. Ahead of him, an ice dragon, of bulky build with light blue scales, white underbelly and horns, and a bulky build, dressed in a formal blue cloak around his center, walked towards him.
"Well, it seems the rest of the council sees fit to let you give your little speech." He said, a bit flatly. "Although, I would appreciate it if this supposed savior you are about to tout would grace us with his presence." He added. "Most dragons here would like a bit more evidence than just your words, Ignitus."
Ignitus took the comments in stride. He could not blame this dragon, really. Ignitus had just barged in on the council buildings this morning, after some many months of silence, and delivered what must have sounded like a wild story spun by a deluded old dragon, fresh from exile. The fire guardian had lost much respect of the council as of late.
"I assure you, Cyrus, I do not lie. I did not bring him here now for fear of overwhelming him. He will be presented when I feel he is ready." He stated calmly.
The ice dragon scoffed a bit. "If you say so, fire guardian. The rest of the council trusts your word. And I trust their judgment. But I find it hard to trust your word alone. But, I digress; the city is in need of hope." He said, leaning in a bit closer to face Ignitus directly.
"I hope you understand the weight of your words here today. On this city, and our kind." Cyrus said sternly.
Ignitus nodded, taking the disrespect in stride. "Of course, councilor Cyrus. I assure you, I do not lie, to you or anyone."
Cyrus gave a respectful huff. "Very well then. Know that our scouts and messengers spread word to the whole city as we speak. Take your time to prepare, but do not keep them waiting… please." He said, a hint of desperation evident in his voice.
Ignitus nodded respectfully and Cyrus left, heading further down the hall.
Ignitus would have felt insulted by this particular councilor's disrespectful tone. And he was a bit. But, considering… a certain event that happened between them a long time ago, he might not hold it against Cyrus. The two had not seen eye to eye in about fifteen years.
Such conversion was a perfect reminder of the wait of what Ignitus was about to announce. He had best take that to heart; if his plan was to rally the city was going to work.
An ice dragon groaned as he left the guard barracks front entrance, walking out into the streets of the massive city. All around the streets, large stone buildings towered over the various dragons and moles who walked around. Each building had intricate architecture and was composed of light-colored stone. The buildings came in many shapes and sizes, with different shapes and decorations to them.
The various building around the street varied greatly in shape, and could not be blanket labeled in their designs, other than being made of stone. Some had round roofs, with red shingles, others were much more square in shape. Even the windows of each building came in different shapes and sizes.
On the streets, dragons of many different colors and sizes went about their lives; some flying around, some in armor, likely guards, others attending to their children. Adding to this, even some moles were at and about, going about there lives.
Frostir liked that the most about Warfang; despite the war going on, people still lived their lives as best as they could.
The ice dragon had darker blue scales, ice white underbelly, light blue wing membrane, white horns that pointed up and claws, and ice-like spikes perturbing from his tale and back of his head. He was about 21, and was at the point in his growth where he was growing larger, about 6 feet in height, but still multiple feet smaller than a fully grown adult dragon, who were often at least 12-15 feet in height.
Frostir had recently finished today's round of guard training classes. Now that he was done, he had to go pick up his little sister from her classes at the temple. Just like every day. He goes to the guard building at noon, trains for a few hours then picks up his sister.
All the while, he and every other civilian had to worry about the Terror of the Skies and her apes showing up and wrecking the city.
Warfang was holding out, but many worried the apes, with the escalation of their war efforts, and their recently unveiled dark dragon of death, Cynder, would take the city. A direct attack on Warfang would be costly to the dark armies, but it could be done. Surely it was in the works for them.
He tried to push it out of his mind, as he spread out his wings and took flight, flying high above the stone buildings that composed Warfang.
Going off memory, he was at the dragon temple entrance within a few minutes. The entrance itself was composed of two ornate stone doors. In front of it, the temple entrance had a massive courtyard in the front, with a stone floor, with two large dragon statues around either side of the main doors. There, various dragons, of different elements, were present, some hatchlings waiting on their parents, some instructors, and others parents and relatives. While some hatchlings in the area sat patiently, others were playing around, while the adults present chatted amongst themselves.
Frostir, however, paid them little heed. His eyes fixated on a small fire dragoness, sitting next to a larger green earth dragoness. The hatchlings had a yellow underbelly, red scales, yellow horns, curved slightly, and white claws. She was of a lithe build. In stark contrast to the hatchling, the earth dragoness towered over everyone there. Though she was lithe, she had green scales, white horns and claws, and a brown underbelly. Her horns curved downward from her face.
The teacher, who had been scanning the horizon, nudged the little fire dragoness, who had been busy looking over her claws.
When the hatchling noticed her adoptive brother coming into view, she jumped for joy.
"Frostir!" She practically yelled. As her adoptive brother came into view, she bolted over, latching onto his neck with an embrace.
Frostir gave a slight chuckle. "You act like I didn't just see you this morning, Pyre." He jested.
Pyre climbed onto his back. "Yeah, but that was hours ago. I missed you." She said, jokingly.
Frostir laughed again. "I missed you too." He responded, as he looked over to her teacher, who was walking over.
"Greetings Frostir, how was training today?" The dragoness inquired.
Frotsir groaned. "Boring, as usual. Just the same technique as usual, master Terra." He responded.
Terra shook her head. "Repetition is the path to mastery. You may think it tedious, but it will come to help you learn." She responded.
Frostir sighed. "It feels like clockwork by this point." He muttered.
"That's good then. If you really are paying attention, then that means it's becoming ingrained in your mind. Keep building at it." She encouraged.
Frotsti was silent. His combat training felt tedious the previous few months. What could come of doing that over and over, various trying something new? Then again, maybe her words may have merit…
His thoughts were interrupted by his sister climbing onto his head, standing on his head, eagerly looking down at him. Frostir sighed.
"Big brother, did I tell you I was practicing my flying today?" She said.
Frostir shook off his thoughts and glanced up, not too bothered by his sister using his head as a pedestal. "Oh really?" He asked, a bit playfully.
Terra nodded. "She is getting better. Each day, her flying improves." She said simply.
"Yeah. Soon, I will be soaring really high!" The hatchling said triumphantly.
"Good then. Keep up the good work then." He said, not sure what else to respond with.
Before he could continue, the sound of shouting suddenly filled the courtyard.
Everyone present looked up, as a grey wind dragon, wearing formal armor around his chest area, flew overhead. Going off the symbol on the side of his armor, he was a scout from the military.
Before anyone could wonder what he was doing, the wind dragon scout, having gained the attention of those present, made an announcement.
"Citizens of Warfang, heed my announcement. The fire guardian, Ignitus had returned to the city. He brings with him an important announcement; one of new hope for our kind, against the apes! To all who are able to attend, the council implores you to converge at the council building plaza within the hour!" He announced. Before flying off, likely to go repeat the message elsewhere across the city.
The courtyard exploded into a cascade of murmurs and gasps, as the dragons present talked amongst themselves. Some even took flight immediately, heading in the direction of the council building plaza.
Frostir took a moment to register what was just announced.
The fire guardian, who had been missing for months, abruptly shows up out of nowhere, and now has some kind of important announcement. supposedly, one that would spark hope for the dragons?
He barely could register his own thoughts, before Pyre jumped in excitement on his back, bringing the young adult ice dragon back to reality.
"He's back? What's the announcement? What is-" Pyre started spouting all kinds of questions; ones Frostir had no answers to.
"Uh, Pyre, I, umm…" Frostir struggled.
Terra, shaking off her own shock, sighed. "Pyre, calm down. Your brother knows only about as much as anyone else here at the moment; which is to say nothing." She responded. To the ice dragon's surprise, Pyre calmed down.
Frostir turned his head over to his sister. 'Why don't we attend and find out? Father won't be back until later anyways." He noted.
Pyre shook her head eagerly. "Yeah! Sounds good."
Terra nodded. "Well, if you want to get a good spot, you best be off. I am sure those scouts have spread word across the whole city." She said. "I will probably be attending myself. My shift let off, and the other hatchlings should be accounted for by now." She noted.
Frostir shrugged. "Sure, why not?" He sighed. Not like he had anything better to do. Plus, he would be lying if he claimed he was eager to hear this momentous announcement.
Maybe it was some good news?
Whatever the case, Frostir bid Terra goodbye and, with his sister hanging on to his back, he took flight towards the plaza, followed by, as he noted around him, countless other dragons from across Warfang.
It hardly took a genius to guess there would be a large turnout for something like this.
The turnout for this probably amassed almost half of Warfang's population, by the fire guardian's count.
Ignitus stood over a balcony protruding from the council building's front, overlooking the plaza. Before him, what had to be thousands of dragons and hundreds of moles were all looking up, at him. The crowd was of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Dragons of every element, age, and profession came to bare witness to this.
The scouts certainly did their part to hype it up. Frankly, Ignitus hoped the news delivered. It was more of a promise, than anything, but still.
To say he was nervous would have been an understatement; the fire guardian had come out of hiding after so many months of silence, having finally rediscovered the fabled purple dragon of destiny. At a time when it seemed the war effort was failing.
The apes had taken over much of the dragon realms by this point. Only so many dragon settlements remained untouched. Their species was being hunted and killed off. Their population was beginning to dwindle. Where there had been hundreds of thousands of dragons in the past, the apes reduced the population to, what scholars guessed, was a mere fraction of that former population, likely only tens of thousands now. With the terror of the skies running amok and the ape's recent victories in the war, it seemed bleak.
Ignitus had rehearsed his speech for some weeks now, going with Spyro's training. He had much explaining to do to his kind. He could only hope this announcement he was about to make would ignite some feeling of hope in the weary dragon population.
Not wanting to waste any more time, he decided to begin. As he approached the edge of the balcony, he looked down.
Direclty under him, at the building's main entrance, members of the council sat, turning to face the crowd.
They had given a brief speech just moments before, announcing the fire guardian's return. They had quickly turned the attention of the crowd toward the balcony on which Ignitus stood.
All eyes were on him now.
Clearing his throat, he spoke as loud as he could.
"Citizens of Warfang, heed my words. Though hope seemed lost, I bring with me news of new hope for our kind. Now, before I announce this, I wish to address what I am sure you all are thinking: That I abandoned you and my fellow guardians these past months. That I failed you." He said, his voice faltered. He was positive many dragons must be glaring at him by now, but he had to speak on.
"I would say such an assertion would not be unwarranted. But, I do not come here today to save face I come to you with news of hope!" He said, trying to rally the crowd. He had considered making mention of the temple raid, to address his failure, but this was supposed to be a message of hope. He had to keep his spirits up with this speech. The city direly needed it.
"I have been searching for some time now, and I believe found what it is I sought." He said, bracing himself for whatever came next.
"I have found the new purple dragon of legend!" He said, his voice booming throughout the plaza.
Within seconds, the plaza erupted into a score of gasps, exasperation, shock,and accusation of lies. Countless voices flared out, but the guards and council did their best to get it under control.
Yelling as loud as he could, the old fire guardian tried to get their attention. "EVERYONE, PLEASE! I understand this news is hard to believe, coming from one of my actions. But I assure you, I speak the truth!' He yelled, as the crowd was starting to quiet down again, eager to hear his explanation.
"I have been training him in secret for several weeks now! Already, his power develops. Under my tutelage, he will push back the dark armies! Already, our forces have been made aware of the location of my fellow guardians. With the purple dragon's help, we will rescue our other guardians and push back the dark forces! Then, we will bring down the terror of the skies and free ourselves of her menace!" He shouted.
To his relief, what sounded like half the crowd present cheered on. He was not sure how much his speech landed with the rest of the individuals in the crowd.
His speech finished, he turned back into the building, having nothing more to say. Or do in Warfang, for that matter.
From here, he would have to rap things up with the council here, after the crowd left. And return to Spyro at the Warfang temple.
Frostir could barely believe what he was hearing. That the fire guardian, one who had been missing for months, after the other guardian's captures, suddenly appeared in before the city, claiming he now has some kind of secret appearance who would magically save the world.
Surely it could not be true, right? Was this just propaganda on his part to boost morale? If his claims were true, then why was the purple dragon not here now? He shook the thoughts out of his head.
Judging from the various reactions from across the crowd, he was hardly the only one wondering these things.
"Where is this purple dragon, then?"
"Is it true, are we really going to be saved?"
"How do we know he is not saving face?"
Such questions flared across the crowd. Some had looks of joy, others shock, bemusement, or even a hint of anger at the guardian rearing his face, after his, as some saw it, failures in the war. Such as protecting the eggs in the temple on the night of that raid. Some dragon parents who survived the war up to this point were still bitter at him.
But now, he comes with news like this? Well, if it was true, then maybe Frostir and others might give him the benefit of the doubt. If this purple dragon really could save them…
His thoughts were interrupted by his sister, perched on his head to get a better view.
"Frostir, is it really true? Will this purple dragon save us?" She asked, a bit eagerly.
Frostir sighed. "Hopefully. Now come on, lets get home. We've seen what we needed to, and this crowd is going wild." He said simply.
Within a few moments, Pyre gripped his back tightly, and Frostir took flight.
Later that night, long after they got home, the siblings had eaten dinner, made by Frostir, and had gone about their usual nightly activities for a few hours. Pyre finished any homework she had and played around for a bit, while Frostir just sat and read a book, exhausted from his training. As it got darker, however, Frostir had eventually tucked his sister into bet.
With her asleep, the young dragon sat In their house's living room, knowing his father would be returning soon. Their house was rather large, befitting the home of a Warfang council member. It was carved out of light-colored stone. The interior was well furnished, with a stone floor, but various amenities, such as crystal light fixtures, banners of the ice elemental symbol, adorning the walls. Their living room was composed of a wood desk to the side, a large table in the center of it, and some sitting pillows, made for dragons to sit on. In the center wall of the room, a fireplace sat, though often times untouched. Ice dragons did not really need much in the way of heat; they didn't really get cold. Though, after Pyre had been adopted about two years back, their father had it installed.
Frostir briefly glanced up from his book, and looked around the room. The dark of the night had long since sat into the room, with the crystal light fixtures illuminating the room in place of the sun. He glanced briefly over at the other sitting pillows; a total of five. Besides the three they usually used, the other two had been left vacant for some time now. He quickly quashed the tragic thoughts in his head, and went back to his reading, waiting for his father to get home.
Frostir would have gone to bed, but there was too much on his mind right now. Namely, what the fire guardian had announced today. About a new purple dragon. Could it really be true? The last purple dragon had been touted as some kind of savior, according to the old legends, but turned out to be the world's bane. And how had it not been killed in the raid on the temple all those years back, just like so many of other hatchlings, including one of his sisters?
The sounds of paw steps entering the room broke the young adult dragon from his thoughts. He looked up from his pillow and smiled when he saw his father walking in, hanging his formal cloak on a hook on the wall.
"We'll see how this plays out." Cyrus muttered to himself.
"Father!" Frostir spoke, briefly catching his father off guard, his normally stoic face changing to one of shock, before he calmed himself and noticed his son.
"Ah, Frostir, you're a sight for sore eyes," Cyrus said, a smile forming on his muzzle.
The two ice dragons walked over and nuzzled one another.
"Father, did you hear the news?" Frostir half asked, half-joked. Of course, his father, being a councilor, would be aware of the news.
"Oh, how could I not be?" He said, sounding a bit bemused. He sat down near the center of the room, followed by his son. Cyrus looked over at his son.
"I take it you were at the speech?" Cyrus inquired.
Frostir nodded. "Yeah. I heard of it while picking up Pyre from school. Took her there as well. We were camped towards the back of the crowds. Pyre tried to wave at you, but we couldn't get your attention." He noted.
Cyrus laughed. "Apologies. I would have given you front row seats if I had a better chance to." He noted.
'So, is it true then? Did Ignitus really find a purple dragon?" Frostir asked. Cyrus' face grew serious again.
"So it seems, yes. He told us what he said at the speech. I believe he tells the truth. He has not been one to lie, from as long as I knew him." Cyrus stated.
"You don't sound convinced, though…"
Cyrus sighed. "I have no idea how one dragon could turn the tide of this war. The purple dragon would only be a juvenile by now if he indeed survived the… that night." He said, changing his words.
"Ignitus was insistent this purple dragon was not ready to face Warfang yet. So it seems, Ignitus is going after his fellow guardians. Likely starting with Volteer in Dante's freezer. Given its relative proximity to the main continent." He explained. "Our main forces are preoccupied on main fronts, and Igniuts insists he and the purpel
Frostir sighed. "I guess we'll see." He muttered, not sure where else to take this.
Cyrus was about to say something else when suddenly, a small dragoness jumped onto his back, scaring him.
"Daddy, you're home!" She shouted.
Cyrus' face went from a shocked look to a small one.
'AH, my little ember. You are certainly a sight for sore eyes." He said, turn his head to look at her, as she hugged his neck. 'But, shouldn't you be asleep?" He inquired.
Frostir gave a laugh. " I put her to bed earlier." HE noted.
"I was, but I wanted to see you. Did Frostir tell you about the speech today?" She inquired.
Cyrus sighed. "Oh, I know about it. I was there, you see."
She looked up at her adoptive father with big, inquisitive eyes. "So is it true? Will we be saved?" She asked.
Cyrus did not have the heart to lie to her. But how could he lie if he did not know the true answer? "Well… perhaps. I don't know." He said, nervously.
He shook his head, then grasped Pyre in his maw, pulling her off of his back. "Come now, it's your bedtime, my dear." He muttered through a mouthful of Pyre's scruff.
Frostir yawned. 'Yeah, me too." The younger adult added.
With that, the ice dragons broke off, with Cyrus taking his adoptive daughter back to her room.
Within a few minutes, she had been placed back in her bed chambers. With a final nuzzle goodnight, Cyrus closed the door, smiling again at his daughter.
Sure enough, everyone in the house was asleep soon after.
Or at least, most were.
Pyre was still awake, something in the back of her mind bothering her. For weeks now, her father had returned home at increasingly later times, looking more and more worn. She had said nothing about it tonight, but she could see the wear and tear on his face.
A few times, she had overheard adults talking about the war efforts; and how their species seemed to be losing, ever since the Terror of the Skies had shown up months back.
But, hearing how this purple dragon would be the one to save the world, it gave Pyre hope.
But that was not all, however. She had overheard her father's conversations with her older brother. About saving the other guardians and such.
If she recalled correctly, apes had supply camps running to and from the lands around Warfang towards their encampments around the locations the guardians were being held. Such as Dante's Freezer.
That gave her an idea. A far fetched one, though.
She had heard her father and brother discuss apes supplies runs from the areas around Warfang to their encampment across the area, flown by their mounts… dreadwings, if she recalled correctly.
Maybe if she…
An impulsive idea formed in her head. But one she decided to undertake if it made a difference. Maybe she could help her kind, and this new hero. All she had to do was find a camp and stowaway on one of their supply runs, then she could free one of the guardians! With their help, the Terror of the Skies would stand no chance, right?
She got out of her bed, or pillow really, and began formulating her plan…
Oh noes, what is this? What could she be planning? Will it work? (probably not) How will grumpy ice boy and stern ice dad react? Where is Spyro in the first chapter of this Spyro fanfic?
Tune in next time; or just click the link to the next chapter, I literally uploaded the first two at the same time.