Back in the Dragon realms…

It was the middle of the night and it was pitch black out. The cold slowly crept into the dragon temple and then slowly made its way into Spyro's room. He was sprawled out on the floor lost in a dream. He seemed almost totally at rest but in his head something completely different was happening.

Convexity was falling apart. The portal was sucking in every last bit of matter and Spyro was to be caught in the middle of it. It was already too late to rescue Cynder so Spyro just flew away. Once he got to the edge of the platform something stopped him. It was as if something had grabbed him and forced him to stay on the platform. He looked back but nothing was there but the portal which was steadily growing more unstable by the second. He looked back on it a second time and this time he saw a hand reach out of the portal.

"The Dark Master!" Spyro screamed into the air. Now an entire arm was visible. Something about this arm seemed familiar though. As more seconds passed he could clearly see the face of the creature but it was covered in a black fire that made it unidentifiable. The whole creature now climbed out. He wasn't hindered at all by the suction of the portal and he only walked slowly towards Spyro.

"Spyro…" the entity said. Spyro only looked in terror and tried to get away but now he seemed to be pulled toward the entity itself.

"Spyro…" it repeated. It was within arms distance. It grabbed Spyro by the neck and lifted him to eye level with the entity. Spyro could now make out glowing red eyes. Spyro then looked down and saw that his entire body was being engulfed in black flames. They slowly crawled up his body and had reached his neck. They started to lick his head. He felt numb all over and could only feel the intense fear within him.

"Spyro… I will find you…" the entity finished. The flames completely engulfed Spyro and he started falling down into a black abyss.

Spyro's eyes shot open and his head jerked up. A hand stopped him and gently pushed it back to the ground. Spyro was sweating intensely and his heart rate was soaring. He looked to his left and saw Cynder right next to him. Slowly everything came back to him. He had been having these nightmares for two weeks strait and everyone was worried. Cynder and the other guardians took turns watching over him at night. Given his destructive potential, they didn't want someone to be hurt if he ever over reacted to one of these dreams.

"The nightmare again?" Cynder questioned. Spyro only nodded. He had been having this same dream for several days now. He explained it once but it was a graphic description enough that no one needed to hear it twice. Spyro slowly settled on the ground again and closed his eyes. He was asleep again in just a few minutes.

Elsewhere…

Winds started to blow in a tornado like pattern. The entire area of forest started to glow orange as several plants caught fire. There wasn't any ignition source. The entire area was just steadily getting hotter and soon the air itself seemed to be burning. Soon, the flames began to move through the air and they condensed to form a sphere of pure heat a few feet above the ground. It got smaller and hotter until it was just a few feet across and the fire turned white hot. The fires that had been made around it got more out of control and then the sphere seemed to explode out releasing a massive shockwave, sending fire balls hurtling through the air for hundreds of feet. At the same time, the shockwave also put out any secondary fires and all that was left was a burnt patch of forest and smoke so dense, you couldn't even see a foot in front of yourself. The smoke slowly rose into the air and the bottom became clearer. Soon something could be seen in the middle of all this.

It was a dragon. About the same age as Spyro and Cynder but he was a little larger. He had bright, almost neon green scales and dark gray under-scales. The tip of his tail was a bright green blade that almost looked like a flame frozen in place. His eyes were a glowing yellow and his wings were larger than usual. He looked around at the bit of destruction that he caused and then he flew off to where, he didn't quite know.

On the drakeon home planet…

Escora was taken to another vehicle and was then driven off to a secret hideout in the middle of nowhere. He was put on a stretcher like device and was rolled inside. Escora was barely holding on to consciousness and everything around him just looked like a bright blur. He heard pieces of mechanical equipment humming all around him. He was then taken into a rather large room. The last thing he remembered was that a surgeon injected him with some type of needle and then everything slipped into total blackness with nothing but faint sounds still audible.

The operation was a very long one and the drug used to put him asleep was very powerful and very risky. It had to keep him knocked out for days on end. When Escora woke up he found that he was alone. He was still very tired and weak. He was only able to lift his head long enough to see that something about him was different. He was too sleepy to tell what but his body just didn't feel right. He was able to stay awake long enough to see more doctors walking into the room. They were slightly surprised that he had woken up so early in the procedure. They were talking about something but Escora couldn't make it out. His head collapsed on the table he was on yet again.

"Still tired Escora?" one of the doctors asked. They didn't expect an answer. One of the doctors reached for a cord on the side of the room and he put it next to Escora's head. Escora felt a slight push in the right side of his head and suddenly he felt as if he was full of energy. The first real emotion that came to him was anger. Anger over Spyro. He looked over at one of the doctors and jumped off of the table. His new self was now clearly visible. He had a mechanical eye that also had thermal vision and could zoom in on targets. His left arm was fully mechanical and it had a wrist mounted laser gun, his missing wing had been replaced by a mechanical one, his right leg was also replaced, and his right wrist had a retractable blade in it. He felt power and he grabbed one of the doctors by the head and he crushed his skull with his enhanced mechanical hand. He used his wrist blade and cut deeply into the second doctor and finally shot the third doctor and then stabbed him and pinned him to the wall. Once all three were dead, the door to the room opened and a tall drakeon walked through, slowly clapping his hands.

"Bravo. Bravo Escora. You were lucky that those weren't actual personel or you would've been very sorry. Anyway, what do you think of your new self?" the mysterious drakeon questioned. Escora looked at his new enhancements. And he smiled the best he could.

"I like it." He stated plainly. The other drakeon smiled as well.

"Excellent."