FINALLY it is here. Took me a lot of thinking of how to put this chapter and here it is. This is only to include the only Skylanders from the previous chapter, not going to include any other Skylander. Not even Master Eon. This chapter will be cut short then moved into the future like a camera zooming over a character and fast-forwarding into the future self if you know what I'm trying say here like a shot where Disney's Tarzan goes from a kid to a grown adult during the song Son of Man by Phil Collins.

All characters are owned by Activision.


Spyro walked through the bushes and before his eyes laid a surrounding view of floating islands. Various had ranged from wide as a mountain to small as anthills. Below he gazed at a never ending view of clouds.

Whirlwind took to the skies, despite the thought that Spyro had come across of what he the ends of the realms.

"Wonderful, isn't it?"

"I'm confused," admitted Spyro.

"Everyone is always confused by world. What we just entered through was a portal, a doorway that leads directly into the sky. Ten seconds ago, you were on the surface ground, now you are; way up in the sky."

"What is this place called?"

"You dragons know nothing. We are in the place called Skylands, and anyone living here is called a Skylander. This is a place where outsiders mostly come due to something that makes them an outsider."

"FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMME CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOMP!"

The shouting war cries of Igitor were heard by an annoyed Stealth Elf and a curious Spyro. Through some more bushes they walked through and into an open area, they saw dozens of sheep having their fluffy fur burnt down to their skin by a war-ravaging, flaming knight with his fiery sword. Eventually, the fur of the sheep would grow back only to be burnt again by Igitor.

"Let me guess; all day every day," said Spyro, unamused.

"You have no idea," said Stealth Elf, cross armed and staring at Igitor running and swinging around. "Come I'll show you around."

To one island that looked like miles away, Stealth Elf jumped.

Spyro, who doesn't know how to fly yet, only looked over the edge. He screeched and backed up.

Stealth Elf jumped back to the island Spyro was on.

"What's the matter?"

"Um, can't fly," said Spyro.

"Oh, come one. You're a Purple Dragon, a rare dragon that can muster all the fame power elements of fire, ice, earth, and electricity. Whirlwind can and she is just about old as you. You should be extraordinary at this or anything."

"Well, I am not that extraordinary. And I am not talented, experienced, skillful, or powerful. I am just… nothing."

"Well, 'Nothing,' why don't you give it a try?" ask Stealth Elf.

"Because I'm nothing special."

"Have you even tried flying?"

"Yes."

"From a high cliff?"

"Ye-no."

"Then try jumping and spread out your wings and just let the winds do the work. That is how you fly that easily."

"But jumping from a high cliff is insane! Nobody could survive that."

"Oh, yeah? Then I guess you need a kick start," said Stealth Elf.

"What do you mean?" asked Spyro.

"I mean this," said Stealth Elf, jumping over Spyro and kicked his tail over the edge.

Spyro was kicked off the edge and found himself falling towards the clouds below him. He closed his eyes and wished he would be on solid ground. He felt the air he was breathing going down to his legs. His scales became stiff as sticks. His wings were spread out long and wide. For a moment, he felt like he was falling. After another moment, Spyro opened his eyes. He seemed to be moving but not downwards. He felt like he was carried carried. He looked around and no one was near him. He saw Whirlwind flying far away from him and no one held onto his tail; he was flying.

A great fear suddenly became the greatest joy.


EDIT: After the next chapter that will take 5-8 years after this chapter, I will put in what is happening in Warfang and the Dragon Temple and all its residents.