A/N: Well here we are, Chapter 4.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Legend of Spyro Series, Only my OC's

Chapter 4: Tales of the Chronicler

Spyro's POV

After we went back inside with Ignitus and explained what had happened with Cynder to him and the other Guardians, Ignitus immediately went to the pool of visions of see if he could find anything out.

"See anything Ignitus?" I asked.

"No," Ignitus replied, "I can't see where Cynder has gone… Just Darkness…"

"Wait," said Sparx, "Cynder… Darkness… aren't they the same thing?"

Gneiss and the others gave Sparx a withering glare at that.

"What's this?" said Ignitus, suddenly seeing something, "Something's coming into focus".

Within the pool an image suddenly resolved: Gneiss, Tempest, Jolt, and me standing at the base of a gnarled old tree… the same tree I'd seen within my most recent dream!

"This is peculiar," said Ignitus, "I see the four of you… at the base of a great tree… amidst a lake of mist and gloom…"

"A tree?" I said excitedly, as I looked at the others who were coming to the same realization, "we've seen that tree… in our dreams! Only… they usually feel more like nightmares…"

Ignitus' expression suddenly turned to one of a mixture of concern and quiet displeasure.

"Young dragons, you've been keeping secrets," said Ignitus, "What is it you see in these dreams of yours?"

"We're sorry Ignitus," said Gneiss, "we thought they would go away… but they've only gotten worse".

"Relax, young dragons. Think," said Ignitus.

I closed my eyes is I did my best to recount what I'd seen.

"I keep seen… a mountain draped in shadow," I said, "a face of stone beneath two moons… and darkness".

The Guardians looked shocked to hear this.

"The Mountain of Malefor!" Terrador said suddenly, his deep voice lending an extra layer of ominous feeling to the statement, as did the sudden lightning flash outside.

"Whoa!" said Sparx in response to lightning, "Am I the only one who thought that was weird?"

"No," said Gneiss, "I have to agree with you on that Sparx, that was definitely strange".

"There was another, but it was like we were seeing into the past and the future all at once," said Jolt.

"Yeah, and there was a voice calling himself 'the Chronicler'. And that's when we saw the tree," I added.

Again, the Guardians looked shocked and even somewhat confused by this.

"Impossible!" Terrador stated.

Sparx was still looking around nervously, as if expecting something to jump out at him.

"Yeah, no kidding!" Sparx stuttered. "There's not even a storm!"

"The Chronicler?" said Cyril.

"What? Don't encourage them!" shouted Sparx.

"I don't believe it either! I've not heard that name in ages!" said Volteer sounding excited. (Then again, when doesn't he?)

"Nor has anyone," Said Ignitus, "But there's no way Spyro and the others could of known. This is fascinating".

"Who is the Chronicler?" asked Gneiss, "I do seem to remember an old legend involving that name, but I can't remember the details".

"The Chronicler is and ancient dragon of IMMESUREALBE wisdom," said Ignitus, "though I've only head stories. Yet now, I am left to wonder…"

"As are we all," said Terrador, "But if it is true, it is unsettling that the re-emergence of the Chronicler would coincide with the attack on the Temple, not to mention these other visions that the young dragons have been having".

"Yes very," said Ignitus, "Tales of the Chronicler are often interwoven with tales of doom".

"Oh goody!" said Sparx sarcastically, "I was afraid we might have to spend the rest of the night without and more doom!"

The discussion went on for a while longer, and soon enough we found ourselves on the balcony once again.

Gneiss' POV

Out on the balcony, the Guardians continued their discussion.

"It was only a matter of time, Ignitus," said Volteer, "We've all felt it. A great evil is on the horizon".

"Perhaps, but we shouldn't rush to judgment," said Ignitus, "This evening has brought about many unexplained things".

"We might not have time, Ignitus," replied Cyril, "The Celestial Moons are almost at an eclipse, this we know for certain. We must prepare for the worst. The Night of Eternal Darkness draws nigh".

'Night of Eternal Darkness?' I though that sounds familiar…

"If 'nigh' means soon, I'm out of here," said Sparx with his usual level of bravery, which is to say none.

"Sparx, your instincts, though faint of heart, are true," said Terrador, "We are no longer safe here. This recent attack is likely the first of many. The forces of the Ape King know of Spyro's existence and will not rest until they witness his demise".

"Demise," Said Sparx, imitating Terrador, "hate to be you!"

In response to THAT, everyone gave Sparx a cold glare.

"What?" Said Sparx, looking around, "You guys need to lighten up!"

"Lighten up?" I growled, "Sparx, how can you continue act like this!"

"I'm afraid Terrador is right, young dragons," said Ignitus, with resignation, "As uncertain as things are, none of us can remain idle and… watch as our worst fears unfold before us".

"Exactly," said Sparx, "we need a good hiding place".

Ignitus seemed lost in though for a moment, then came to a decision.

"Volteer, you and Cyril must go to the mainland to learn what news you can," said Ignitus, "Terrador, make haste to the Shattered Vale and warn its inhabitants of that region that darkness is spreading in Malefor. I shall stay back and search for Cynder. These are dangerous times for a dragon to be wandering about".

Spyro than looked up a Ignitus expectantly, awaiting our instructions.

"May our ancestors look after us and keep us safe… in these dark times," said Ignitus.

"What should we do, Ignitus?" asked Spyro.

"Young dragons, you must travel by another path and seek out the tree from your dream," said Ignitus, "If the stories of the Chronicler are true… there may be hope for us yet. And I think I know where to begin…"

We all went back inside, packing supplies to prepare for our respective journeys. While I was making sure we had sufficient medical supplies (Red crystals, Bandages, and such), Ignitus came up to me.

"Young Gneiss, I have found something within an undamaged section of the archives that may be of use to you," said Ignitus, pulling out a scroll and handing it to me.

I looked over the scroll, and found it had some sort of technique called 'Stoke' used to boost the power of one's Fire through focus.

"Normally, young dragon, this technique would only be taught to a Guardian," said Ignitus, "but I feel your need is great enough to teach you this ability".

"I… I am honored, Ignitus," I replied, "I promise to use it wisely".

"I know you will, Gneiss," said Ignitus, "now, you better get back to packing. You've a long ahead of you".

I nodded in reply, then finished collecting the supplies we'd need, then went to join the others.

Out on the balcony, I caught up to the others. Cyril and Volteer were already bickering as the set off for the mainland, and Terrador was also preparing to leave.

"All of you, travel cautiously," said Ignitus, "and may the ancestors look after you".

With that, we took off towards our various destinations, not know when we'd be able to return.

A/N: I don't have much to say today. Next time: arriving in the Ancient Grove. Read and Review!