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I finally managed to work on more of the Spyro lore that precedes the Canon and all the stories I have worked on. These tales are known fairly well by the people of the realms (Warfang, Avalar, and the sort), and indeed they believe they are true (For according to my fannon, they are).

In this specific myth, we see how languages and the many different dragons come to be. Notice how in the end of the tale dragons are separated, but do not have their powers yet. They lived, in their origin, magicless, and regain their powers only after a while (More of that you will hear later).

I have really enjoyed working on these stories, since they allow you to make your imagination explode. The sky is the limit, and most of what happens is forged out of my perception of the Universe. It is one of the many reasons why I like mythological lore writing: The possibilities are limitless.

Of Speech and the Separation of Dragons- By Cynder

It is said that for a great many centuries, the dragon, brought to life by the forest god Urkam, kept the peace and balance desired for the realm. The gods were proud of their Guardian, and felt blessed to have him as the protector of the great Creation.

In the later days of the creature's rule over the land –now known as the first era, or "The Age of Speech"- the dragon began to desire the ability to handle the world without the need of his brute strength. The creature howled to the skies above, pleading for the aid of the gods. The gods, high above in the western mountains, heard The Guardian's cries; so Urkam, being the precious creature's overseer, came down in the form of an ape to him. For you see, the Creators, having completed the world that they had desired so greatly, had promised that they would never return in their true form, willingly. To intervene in the fragile world after it was built would mean chaos and foul tidings to all things living. So the gods sat far above the world in the great mountain of Dragontha, staring down at their creation in silence, only interceding when the time called for it.

Urkam descended into a large glade hidden in the great forests of the South. The Guardian was weary from the long hours he spent howling to the never ending sky. Worn out from his labors, the purple dragon decided to lay here and rest beneath the vibrant skies.

The god came to the creature's side, and pressed his paw on his chest, striving to hear the wishes lodged deep in his heart. The dragon's desire was heard by Urkam, and so he smiled.

"So you wish to posses the power to move things with your will, and not your force," Urkam spoke to the quiescent being. "Very well, I will grant you the grandest gift you have yet received: I give you the power of speech."

And so Urkam, without returning to his brothers for council, thoughtlessly removed one of his voice strings -in the same fashion as a minstrel would remove a string from his lute- and placed it in the dragon's great throat. Immediately, The Guardian rose high above, and a brilliant beam of light fell upon him. The ability of articulate came to the dragon as this light engulfed him completely. Urkam, unworried, and proud of his accomplishment, stood before the creature and spoke to him openly.

"You are a dragon," he said in a strong and proud voice. "And you will give a name to all the things around you, save for the mighty gods atop the mountains." The forest god then gave The Guardian the names of all the high gods that came together in the dawn of the first age. He then told the dragon that if ever he needed the divine aid of these Great Ones, he only needed to call their names.

"Lastly, I must warn you that if you teach our divine and unstained names to those below your power, a great punishment will befall you, and all of those things that you love. The gift is yours and yours alone." And with such said, Urkam left The Guardian to be by himself once again.

So the dragon, upon awakening, began to roam the world. As planned by Urkam, the Guardian traveled from east to west, and north to south, naming all the things that he would see. He called leaves "leaves", and the sand "Sand". He called Fire "Fire", and made the word "Thunder". He also gave a name to all the things living in the world, and to that name the creatures would respond; for his will was now placed on them, and to rule them was his wish.

So the ever-known language was formed. The language was a gift from the Gods to The Guardian, and from The Guardian to the many races of the world; for the dragon spent the last days of journey "of names" teaching the moles, apes, and felines his tongue. He called it the Tongue of the Realms, and from there on forth it would be known as such.

But doom befell the creatures of creation as they quickly became wise from the language they had been taught. The Great Guardian taught his tongue to all the races of the world without first teaching them of the goods and evils of existence, and so some of the kings of moles and apes became tyrants.

With the Tongue of the Realms, the cruel masters of the world brought their own wicked will to the laws placed by the gods in the hearts of all beings. The dragon lost control over the races as the maleficent kings stained the world with their evils. At the first sign of this, the elder gods traveled to Dragontha, the greatest of the western mountain peaks, and came together in council once more. The gods were abashed to know that the power of speech had come to the realms. They were all furious and outraged, save for Urkam.

"An atrocity!" shouted Shirin in a way that brought greats storms of fury to the realms. "Our creations reject the laws we put in their hearts! Their free will has only brought forth a torrent of evils! How is it that our formations have learned of the skill to move the world through their will? How have they learned that they can deceive and lie?"

"Yes!" Sal-Maru roared, moving the foundations of the earth with his fury. "It is indeed an awesome occurrence, and now the world is at peril. Those who have the gift of speech and free will can become fatal victims of the shadows and darkness that we attempted to keep from this world. And look now! Alas! All creatures have a shadow behind them now, and the light we laid upon this world is not mighty enough to keep that wickedness away." And indeed, as Sal-Maru pointed to those who dwelled in the realms, a shadow moved under them, and followed their every step. All the trees, mountains, and houses now had a shadow as well, and the deep valleys of the realm became dark and eerie. The gods were awed, and Urkam shrunk in his place. "Darkness now feeds on those under our light, like it has in many other places. This world may fall to the shadows yet, if we do not put an end to this."

"Yes! We must not allow our beloved creations to be consumed by darkness, if we can help it!" shouted Dalin, eldest of the brothers, in such a way that the oceans were violently stirred with the wrath of a million storms. "The realms are now in danger, and so we must act immediately!"

"But lo, my brothers!" Urkam intervened in a voice of eternal distress. "To intervene means nearly absolute doom to the world."

"Oh great balance-keeper," Gilderin stepped forth. "I ask you now, is there another solution to the terrors of this ill fate? We no naught of how the world gained free will before the day that the Great Bard had foretold as the Day of Freedom. If we now allow the great shadows to spread as they do now, this world shall be darkened and consumed."

"Then I speak to you now, and I speak to you true!" Urkam replied valiantly, for he was no longer fearful of the doom that would befall him if ever he told the gods of his wrongful deeds. "I have done a great evil to the realms by acting before I searched for counsel. I betrayed you, my brothers, by giving our guardian the power of speech!"

The gods were shocked to hear the Urkam's revelation, and sat down in defeat collectively. The fairest of the gods, Urkam, had brought mighty doom to the world below. Urkam, the balance keeper, had not foreseen the evils, and searching for goodness, had poisoned the world.

It was there, in their despair, that the Great Bard came down from the skies as a great beam of light. The Luminous Almighty brought brilliance so great with his coming, that the shadows were pushed away. Darkness cowered into the deepest pits of the world; far underneath in the ocean floor.

Then the Great Bard sung, as the gods looked to his glory in awe. And these were the words he put into verses:

To seek for peace upon the realms,

And save the mountains, plains, and seas,

The darkness must be quickly felled,

With great unforeseen tragedy.

The king of great and noble peace,

Must be hewn down, his fair head cleaved.

And his flesh must be well spread about,

As painful, costly sacrifice.

With his good flesh spread far and wide,

Across the Realms, upon the sea,

The darkness shall be put to rest,

Until the end of days.

But fear not, oh great gods be sure,

That if his blood is proudly spilled,

Forever his great heart will live

Upon the creatures of the land, sky and sea.

And with these words said, the gods hailed the Great Bard, worshipping him for his might and wisdom. Of all the gods, only Urkam trembled in fear. His folly had first brought great evils to the world, and now he would have to pay the costly price for it. As the Bard's great light ascended above the great skies, the shadows returned to the world and spread their doom once more. Strange clouds began to cover the realms as Darkness sped across the heavens.

These clouds were naught like Shirin's sky-bound creations. The clouds of the proud god were made from the fairest pearls found deep in the sea, and were gilded in their under-parts in such a manner that they glimmered golden when the sun would set. The clouds brought by Darkness were grey like stone, and wicked in natured. They traveled over the young cities and villages on the land below, and casted an evil shadow upon the Gods' fair creatures. These shadows not only darkened their faces, but their hearts as well. Envy and hate marched into the world, and the peoples of every village learned of thievery and murder.

And so it was that the Guardian of the world committed a grave mistake. The dragon sat upon a mountain above the great ape city of Geui Udvolt –which, in our tongue would translate to "The Gods' Kingdom", and looked to the sky with anger. He blamed the gods for giving him a task that would only poison the world. He thought now that the gods wished to destroy the realms with havoc; and that infuriated him. The dragon wished to speak to the gods, to ask for an explanation for the great evils that had come to the realms.

So he sought for the help of the apes, and the creatures, now turned wicked, accepted him only to learn of what benefits would come from hosting the great Guardian. For you see, it had become a normal thing of the lands to believe that those who had the Guardian on their side, had gained dominion over the world. If armies came to the city where the dragon dwelled, he would protect it with great fury. His fierceness was immeasurable, and those who rivaled the host city would now respect them.

So when the dragon came to Geui Udvlot in his search for help, the clever ape king of the land made a parade and many festivals for him. He declared him a noble, and was willing to offer him all the aid he needed. The dragon, trusting the apes, declared that his intention was to call the gods' names, and to have them come forth to speak to him. The apes were awed to know that by knowing and calling the gods' true names, they would come down upon the earth in living flesh. Thoughts of conquering the gods in battle rose in the cruel ape king's mind, for he had a mighty army, and believed that he could overwhelm them. He saw in his mind the high gods humbling themselves, and bestowing him great power.

The ape king agreed to help the dragon in calling the gods –for the dragon believed that if more of them called their names, they would surely arrive. The kingdom of Geui Uldvolt brought forth a great band of warriors –mightier in rank than any had seen before- and positioned them before the great mountain aside the city. High the dragon flew, and reached the mountain peak. With a voice powerful, he spoke the names of the gods, and so the soldiers heard him:

Gilderin and Sal-Maru,

Urkam, Delin, and Shirin!

Come to us,

Oh might gods,

And speak to us the truth!

And with these words heard, the armies followed with their own chant.

Gilderin and Sal-Maru

Urkam, Delin, and Shirin,

Hide no more,

Show yourselves!

Be no longer cowards!

And upon hearing their names called amongst the creatures of the world, so did the mighty gods come. It was ere the beginning of existence that the gods had made an oath to appear before their creations if ever they called them. Prior to the start of all things, when the Great Ones had still only dreams and visions of the world to come, they saw the lament and sorrow of their creations. The sores and wrongs they would suffer if the world was consumed by darkness filled their heart with great agony and distress. They came together in the Halls of All and Naught, and there they swore before the Great Bard to aid any creature that would chant their true names.

But the Great Bard warned the gods that upon arriving to the world already wrought, they would be far too powerful for the gentle and fragile balance of things.

So down the gods came when the dragon called them, and with their decent came great discord.

Gilderin came down as a feral feline beast of unaccountable might. With him came a wild hoard of forest beasts that attacked the great ape armada with crazed fury. The warriors drew their weapons to ward off these beasts, but had little to no success. The eyes of these creatures were violent and cruel, and to gaze at them meant utter doom. Gilderin tried to cease the creatures that came to him with his unwanted call, but only brought greater beasts to him that battered and slew even more of the apes.

Then Sal-Maru descended as a giant of shining metal and stone. The realms quaked as he landed, warping and curling the world until it changed from being flat to round. Mountains fell and valleys were destroyed. The continents of the realms were reshaped. If Sal-Maru moved to mend his wrongs, the form of the world would suffer further.

Urkam came next, like a puissant tree lit ablaze. About his figure great roots grasped the world, and tore its foundations. The earth began to move about like the loose pieces of a puzzle, and so it would forever change. Its lands would shift, and mountains would rise as great pieces would crash against one another. Urkam lifted his roots to no longer damage the foundations, but only destroyed the land further.

And so all things in the world wept as Delin came in the form of a mighty typhoon. Water arrived, and drowned many lands that were once fair. Snow fell in parts of the world were no snow should fall, and from it many creatures and plants withered away. Delin rose to the sky to try to cease the destruction, but only raised the waves with him. For a moment, nearly all lands were soused.

With Shirin's arrival, the world was nearly turned to naught. He arrived like the might off all the violent and unkind winds of the world. Lands were lifted from their foundation, and sent spiraling into other parts of the world. The dome above the world was marred, and great tears upon its fabric were caused by the might of the wind. Darkness was also drawn from all of its hiding places and shot into the sky. The evil mass caught the celestial fabric of the worldly dome, staining half of it and making the night.

All seemed lost in the realms, and so the creatures of creation pleaded for mercy. The purple dragon looked into the great eyes of the gods, and clamored at them.

"Oh great gods, ever in power, I have wronged you and sinned! I spoke your names never stained, and with it brought great evil. Please have mercy on the world, and punish me instead. If this comes to be, and if my punishment must be great, make sure the world does not end!"

The gods heard his plea then, and were filled with eternal warmth. To know that their precious guardian would humble himself to the point that he would be willing to pay the price for his wrongs tamed their might. The destruction of the world was lessened, but still occurred.

So the gods moved with haste to mend all they could. The Great Ones surrounded Urkam, and did what the Bard asked of them. With their strengths they tore him into four independent pieces, and placed these parts in every corner of the world. His arms they laid both in the east and west of the world; and his legs were put in the south. At last they placed his hewn head in the North, and with it his fair golden crown. As all of this was done, the parts of Urkam's body turned to pure light that fled into the sky. The dome placed before was enclosed with the glorious light of Urkam, ceasing the growth of the shadows upon it. The sky was colored blue where it was not stained, and was thereon called day; and when it turned to night, where the shadow still lingered, light would come from the tears in the celestial fabric made by Shirin. These lights would be called stars, and would bring Urkam's joy and hope to all who saw them, save if they wished to darken the world.

Lastly, the gods fell upon their guardian, and took from him his powers.

"Your might is far too great, so therefore we must mar it," the great Shirin said. "In time you'll have these strengths back, but only after you are ready, and when the world truly needs them. And alas! We must punish you further."

And so the gods flew into the dragon's being. They made the purple dragon disappear from his essence, and from him drew four different forms. These were a red, a yellow, a blue, and a green dragon. Of these the red and the yellow dragons were male, and the blue and the green dragons were female.

"The world will never see the reign of a single mighty dragon again, but rather the struggle of many lesser ones." Shirin added. "The purple dragon lives in all of his new children, and when they combine, so will he return."

"But no longer will the dragons of the world be undying, and ever respected." Dalin stated. "They will have to suffer for their right to govern in truth and fairness."

"They will have among them tyrants, and feared these foes will be." Sal-Maru Declared. "Many dragons will die to bring peace, if ever a tyrant tries to rule the realms; therefore the children of the guardian will have the gift of reproduction."

"To bring life is great, and so the act of making life will be ever pleasurable." Gilderin announced at last. "We leave you now, dragons, praying that we will never return to cause such evils; unless it is the end of time, and all things must go."

With this the gods left the world, creating a rupture in the fabric of existence. This place would thereon be called The Well of Souls, for it would become the bridge in between the realms and the Halls of All and Naught, where the souls of the fallen would travel to, to find a place of rest.

As for the dragons left in the world, they each found their mate and headed in separate ways. The red dragon, who named himself Farion, fell in love with the green dragon, named Ealen. Giltrix, the yellow dragon, falls in love with Iteril, the blue dragon. And so Farion and Ealen stayed in the southern parts of the world, while Giltrix and Iteril travelled to the north.

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