Dark Dragon
Chapter One: Disturbing News
SPYRO
I yawned as I awoken from my night slumber. After I rubbed my weary eyes, I could see rays of mourning sun through my window. I removed the sheets from myself and swung my legs over the side of the mattress. To wake up a little more, I stretched my arms, legs and tail to get my muscles going.
"Spyro," my Uncle Gildas' voice called, "are you awake boy?" It was common for young dragons my age to be called boys, I was only fifteen and that made me a boy to dragons.
"Yes, Uncle," I replied. I walked out of my room into the kitchen where my uncle slaved over a hot stove. He hummed and his tail wagged from side to side.
"Good mourning, lad," he greeted. "I'm roasting up some nice sausages and bacon for breakfast!"
I nodded, usually my life goes like this. There was always an adventure around the corner for me, but that only came on rare occasions. My life with Gildas started when I was only five. Gildas is my father's oldest cousin, but when both my mother and father were killed in a flight accident, Gildas was the one who took me in. He was nice to me, and I decided to call him 'Uncle'.
After taking my seat at the breakfast table, a plate covered in three sausages, three strips of bacon, and a chunk of bread was placed in front of me. Drooling at the sight of my meal, I munched down. Gildas soon joined me as he gobbled down his own. On my last bite, I heard knocking on the door.
"I'll get it," I said. I stood up and opened the door at the front of the dragon hill I lived in. Standing... err... hovering outside was a Faery with brown hair in a yellow dress.
"Hi, Zoë," I said, smiling, to her. "What brings you here to the Dragon Kingdom?"
Zoë didn't smile. "Spyro, I just brought a message from Hunter. He wants you to meet him in the Forgotten Worlds, there is a crisis that you could help solve."
"Crisis? Come on in and explain." I lead her inside and I took my seat back at the table.
"Is this your Faery friend from Avalar, Spyro?" Gildas asked.
"Yes," I answered. Zoë stood on the table and cleared her throat to catch our attention.
"Now that I have your attentions," she said, "I must explain what is going on in the Forgotten Worlds. Yesterday, Hunter and the Patrol Rangers found the remains of a civilian that was freshly killed in Desert Ruins. There was no sign of the murderer, but the sight was horrible!"
"How horrible?" I asked.
"Please don't get grossed out if I told you." She breathed in deeply. "The civilian was torn apart from limb from limb. Blood was splattered all over the place! Whoever or whatever did that is still out there, destroying innocent people!" She stopped, her face full of worry.
"Calm down, Zoë." I gently held her tiny hand between my thumb and index finger. "I will see what I can do to help."
"It sounds dangerous, Spyro," Gildas said in a concerned tone. "I don't want to fear for your life."
"I'll be with Hunter. Besides, I've taken on Gnasty, Ripto and that fat Sorceress. How dangerous could this be?"
"Were you not listening to the Faery? Whatever you'll be facing in the Forgotten Worlds could rip you to shreds! I don't know what I would do if I lost you."
"Uncle, I am old enough to take care of myself. I have Hunter to help me in battle and Sparx can keep an eye on me. If Zoë says that I can help, then I will help."
Gildas sighed, "It seems I can not always protect you. Do what you can to help your friends, but please come back in one piece."
"I will."
"Then lets hurry to the Forgotten Worlds," said Zoë.
HUNTER
I stood in the Sunrise Spring Home, right in the place where Spyro and I landed when we first came to the Forgotten Worlds. What the hell was taking Spyro so long? I was getting tired of waiting, Spyro should at least tell me, or send Zoë to tell me, that he did not want to help. In a moment or so, a small dragon fell from the umbra on top of me. I was knocked off my feet onto the ground.
"Watch where you're landing!" I grunted. I got back up on my feet to see Spyro standing on all fours in front of me. Sparx the dragonfly hovered above Spyro's head.
"I guess that you do want to help," I said, brushing the dust off my Ranger uniform.
"Yeah," Spyro agreed. "What the hell is with the cloak, tunic and sword?"
"It's my uniform and main weapon! All of the Patrol Rangers have them. Bianca's father made me the chief."
"Okay." Spyro cleared his throat. "Zoë told me that a civilian was murdered. She was really worried, so I got Sparx and came down here as quick as I could."
"It's a good thing you're here, I knew you were the type of dragon who was up for helping. I must warn you, the Patrol mission to catch the murderer could get ugly."
"Please, I've faced ugly before. Remember the Sorceress?"
"That's nothing like the remains of the civilian the Rangers found. When I investigated yesterday, I nearly hurled. There was guts, blood and dismembered limbs all over the tomb in Desert Ruins!"
"Zoë explained that to me already."
"Right. Come on, we better get to Bianca's house in Midnight Mountain to discuss some serious matters." I walked over to the small lake where the port was. Spyro walked beside me as Sparx grabbed the gems lying around.
"What else do we have to do?" Spyro asked.
"We just have to track this murderer down." I replied. We stopped at the edge of the lake. The port was across from us, I leapt over the water and I was at the entrance to where the air craft was kept. Spyro glided across with Sparx trailing behind. They followed me inside where we met the pilot.
"Where to?" the pilot asked.
"Midnight Mountain," I answered.