First of all, I thank those who've read this story so far. I hope I didn't make this next part too obvious.
The next thing Matt knew, he was lying flat on his face on a hard, cold surface. He groaned in the effort to get up.
Where am I? Matt looked around and saw books. Nothing but books lying along the walls! In the middle of the room he was in, there was a giant orb.
"Stitch? Pikachu?" He called for his friends, but they didn't answer back. "What is going on?"
"Do not fear young warrior," a soft voice suddenly spoke.
"Whoa! Who's there?" Matt asked. He summoned his Keyblade on instinct.
"No harm will come to you here," the voice said again. "This is a sacred place."
"Where exactly is that?"
"How rude of me. Please allow me to introduce myself."
Matt whirled around. From the shadow, another enourmous dragon emerged. He was light blue in color, and he seemed to be old in age. Matt could only stare and keep his Keyblade raised.
"I am the Chronicler," the dragon said. "My duty is to record the history of this world and every dragon in it. Again, I mean you no harm."
Matt lowered his blade slowly, his eyes trained on the large dragon before him. He felt that he should trust this 'Chronicler', for reasons he didn't know why.
"Where am I?" he asked. "How…?"
"I have brought you here to the White Isles, located far from the dragon city. This is where the history of this world has been kept for centuries. Every Chronicler writes the history as it is passed down from generation to generation."
Matt asked the Chronicler why a human was in place that kept dragon history. "If this is a place where the history of dragons is recorded, then what am I doing here?" Matt asked. "I don't understand."
The Chronicler began. "The human and dragon races share much more in common than you think, young warrior. Our history states that near the beginning of time, both races coexisted in peace. Together, they made a strong power that kept the light of this world intact, protecting it from the darkness."
Matt remembered how the Guardians had told him he was the first one there in centuries, explaining this to the Chronicler. "What happened…between us here?"
The Chronicler sighed. "It seems that the humans soon realized that there were other worlds beyond our own. After discussion with the dragons, they decided that it would be best if they left our world so as if to preserve their kind." He paused and looked at Matt. "It seems as though they were correct, seeing as you stand before me."
Matt explained about that the human race was in full flourish, but that he hadn't seen many dragons.
"There are many worlds out there," he said. "My friends and I have been to several on our journey. The things we've done…"
He then remembered the danger that he had been pulled from. "Holy crap!! I…I have to go back! My friends…the Guardians…everyone…they need me!"
"Yes, I know about Malchoir's existence," the Chronicler replied. "That is why you are here..er…what was your name again young human?"
"Matt."
"Matt, very well. I have summoned you here in order to offer you a potential solution to defeating Malchoir and his Heartless."
Matt froze. "A…a solution? You know how to beat that guy? My friends and I are very strong…but his power is so great."
"Yes. Malchoir is pure darkness. While the source of his power is unclear to me, the strength of the Keyblader alone is not enough…even with your friends at your side."
Matt gasped. "Then…what am I supposed to do?" He looked down. "I…feel so helpless. This is insane!"
The Chronicler tried to reassure Matt. "There might be a chance to save the Dragon Realms from the Heartless and Malchoir, and there is something you can do about it Matt. It's a very risky proposition, though."
Matt looked back up. "What do you mean? "
The Chronicler walked over to the shelves and summoned a book. It floated in front of Matt, the cover still closed.
"This book describes the life of a very special dragon," the Chronicler began. "When the last war ended, he went missing. I've been searching through this book daily, trying to find answers to where he might be."
"What does that book have to do with me and beating Malchoir?" Matt asked.
"The fact is…that sometimes these books can tell the future…"
"The future? Is that possible? Can that book tell me how to beat that monster?"
"This book doesn't say directly how to defeat him."
"What do you mean?"
"I believe that you must see for yourself, Matt, then you may understand." The Chronicler opened the book, the pages turning quicker than Matt could believe.
When they came to rest, Matt couldn't believe his eyes. He was staring back at himself!
He gasped. "No way…that's…that's me! What the…?"
It was a picture of him standing before a large mountain, holding his Keyblade above his head…and he wasn't alone. At his sides were two other dragons. One was purple and gold, the other black and magenta. All three of them were smiling, with a sense of peace.
Matt couldn't take his eyes off the picture. He mouth was wide open. Is that…?
"Matt...," the Chronicler whispered. "Can you tell me the name of this dragon?" He pointed to the purple one standing to his right.
Matt nodded slowly. He had seen this dragon many times before. He had played his character in a video game for years, both new and old. He'd even played the newest installment of the series a year ago. Suddenly, everything started to make sense. It was all coming back to him, making him feel ashamed for not knowing before…
"His name…his name is…Spyro ." Matt wasn't done. "And the other dragon…I think that's Cynder."
The Chronicler stared at Matt. "It seems I was correct. How do you know who Spyro is?"
Matt looked back. "The same way I remember who you are…Ignitus."
Ignitus could only continue to stare at Matt. "No one has learned that I became the next Chronicler. How…?"
"Let's just say…," Matt began. "I've…playedthrough everything Spyro's been through. Everything."
Matt explained about how, back home, Spyro was a popular 'figure', but of course they all thought he was just fictional as well.
Ignitus…I…I'm sorry." Matt remembered the ending to the last game, and it left him questioning. He had always believed Spyro and Cynder had survived, but he couldn't be sure.
Ignitus sighed, and then chuckled a little bit. "How intriguing…even with all my newfound knowledge, I can do nothing to find Spyro or Cynder. After everything they have done for us all…"
Ignitus continued. "I had all but given up hope on them, until I discovered this in their books just days ago. Even since then, I looked up all I could on your weapon."
"And…?" Matt asked. This was getting more and more interesting by the minute.
"The Keyblade is the most powerful weapon of good imaginable, and it has appeared in this world before. However, that warrior only stayed briefly before the Chronicler then could record his information. Matt, what else can you tell me?"
Matt explained. "Well, the Keyblade usually chooses people with strong hearts. I guess I was lucky. It has led me on my journey this entire time…even leading me here." Matt still had his questions. "Ignitus…what are you asking of me? I'm guessing you wanted more from me than just a conversation."
"Like I said earlier, there might be a chance to defeat Malchoir once and for all," Ignitus said. "We can prevail, but I am all but certain you will need Spyro's aid in order to defeat him."
"But…Spyro is…he and Cynder could be…well…"
"The previous Chronicler and I were certain that they were not dead. If they were, their books would have recorded it."
"Still…," Matt pondered. "What are you getting at?"
"I have been developing a theory ever since they were lost. My belief has grown stronger ever since I saw you in their books standing next to them."
"And that would be…?"
"When Spyro put the world back together after defeating Malefor, he may have used his power to transcend time and space. He and Cynder apparently we're not meant to die, but they couldn't return to our world after Spyro expended all of his power."
"Wait! You mean they're in another world? We haven't…"
"No, they are still in this world. I believe that they are in another plane of being, one that our kind has never touched before." He then looked at Matt.
Matt thought about Ignitus's theory. It then hit him…
"You think…you think I can help them? I can save them?"
Ignitus nodded. "If I am not mistaken, the Keyblade can unlock any door or lock. I think what these pages are trying to tell us is that you can set Spyro and Cynder free from whatever plane they could be in. After seeing you stand up to Malchoir, I have no doubt that only you can accomplish this task Matt."
Matt hesitated. "No way…," he said quietly. "I…don't believe it. Ignitus, what you are asking could be impossible. What about Malchoir? My friends? Oh man! Stitch and Pikachu are probably freaking out about me right now! Am I even still breathing?"
"Please, Matt. Try to calm down."
"Ignitus…I don't know if I can do this. I don't even know where to begin to look. I want to help you find them, but I don't see how I'm supposed to do this!"
Ignitus closed his eyes. He seemed calm even though Matt continued to doubt his theory. "If you say the Keyblade led you here, then it may show you the way. You may be the only one who can accomplish this mission."
"But, but…"
"Malchoir must be stopped. On behalf of the Dragon Realms and it's inhabitants, I beg you to go forth and complete this task. Spyro and Cynder must never know that I sent you. The time has come to return you to your friends…"
Matt tried to stop Ignitus, but too late. "Wait! Igntius! I'm not finished!" He felt himself losing it, fading away. "Wait!"
With Matt's last glance, he heard Ignitus speak one more time. "Remember, fight with all your heart. It is your strongest weapon, and it will never fail you…"
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Peace out!
Biz