Spyro's POV

When we got back to the temple, It was already midday. I asked if any of the guardians recognised the symbols on the chest or how to open it. Terrador and Cyril were clueless, Although Volteer said that he saw similar marks in one of his books. Taking the chest, Volteer went into the temple's archives to find out if he could translate it. "Come on! Can we open it PLEASE?" Forge begged as he and Spike tugged on Terrador's legs, Cyril chuckled amused at the little kids energy. "Not yet, Spike, how about you go get your mother and father to join us?" Terrador asked, I don't know how it could happen, but Spike's face beamed some more saying "Oh yeah" and scampering off.

"I'm coming too!" Forge called out after his friend as he also darted out of the room. "No running in the temple!" Cyril yelled down the hall after the two boys, "Yeah, good luck with that." Sparx said sarcastically as Terrador slowly shook his head smiling.

"Now what has you two so cheerful today?" Ariel asked as she poked her head in the room. "Oh, just how excited little dragons can get," Cyril replied with a chuckle, "Anyway, you need something?"

"No," Ariel replied, "It's just that Amber asked me if it was alright to go with Hunter to his village. I told her yes, Is that acceptable?" She asked, She still didn't feel qualified to make those choices even though she could. "Completely," Cyril assured her, "Though I admit it was a, unique request. I'm curious to why she asked."

"Pardon me sirs, But I believe I know why." A fire dragoness stepped into the doorway.

"And you are?" Ariel asked. "I'm one of Amber's teachers and I've seen her take on an interesting hobby." The fire dragoness explained with a bow.

"Please, continue." Terrador asked in an interested tone of voice.

"She's a wonderful student, best i've had so far. However, she does have a "small" problem with getting sidetracked from her readings. I say small because it's nonexistent compared to some of the others." The teacher explained. "She appears to be enjoying reading about herbs and alchemy,(pronounced Al Kuh Mee)I think she wants to be a healer."

"What does a balcony have to do with being a healer?" Sparx asked confused.

"No,no,no, Alchemy is the practice of brewing potions. First time I've seen a dragon take interest in it though." The teacher corrected before she heard the school bell ring. "If you'll excuse me I really need to get back to my class now, farewell." The teacher started to leave.

"Thank you and farewell, May the ancestors guide you." Terrador thanked as he turned to Cyril and me.

"A healer dragoness? That's interesting, but first time for everything I guess. Not exactly a predictable choice but it does make sense." Cyril commented, He had a valid point, Because Dragons can heal themselves completely with crystals, they never had a need to develop medicine.

Brian's POV

Blasted grublins! A whole group ambushed me when I flew past them. Haven't they learned not to shoot the messenger?

I was a little too busy to worry about that now as i was in a fight for my life against an endless supply of monsters. My energy was completely drained as I struggled to stand. A grublin approached from my right side weapon drawn. In desperation I lunged at him, But my exhaustion and injuries took their toll and threw my aim off. The grublen commander slowly made his way to me as I tried to get up again. My legs gave out from under me as I twisted my neck to see him approach.

He clearly was enjoying this as he stood, casting his shadow over me. He raised his club over his head as he spoke to his fellow grublins. He was going to execute me, unless I fought back. With what little strength I had left I charged an energy blast in my mouth and fired. A now headless grublin commander fell over backwards on some smaller grublins. Another grublin commander charged at me through his underlings. Swinging his club like a golf club he delivered a savege blow to my side breaking my ribs and launching me airborne.

I know that I'm gonna die, but at least I'm gonna die doing what's right.

I'm sorry.

Everything went black.

"Well, well, looks like you're a hard dragon to kill. Your body will be a perfect vessel for me to extract my revenge on the world." A dark, raspy, sinister, male voice pierced the blackness that I thought was death.

Now I was in some sort of void. Unlike the Chronicler's void, this one seemed to be flowing with thoughts, MY THOUGHTS!

A dragon appeared out of the shadows and approached me. His scales were dark purple and a brownish yellow as three horns protruded from his head.

"Malefor." I growled as I got into my battle stance.

"In your flesh, or will be soon." He replied as he grew in size till he was fifty times bigger than me. He tried to step on top of me but I dodged to the side. Next he opened his mouth and fired a beam of convexity at me. I dodged it and took off.

I needed to figure out how to defeat him. How do you defeat an evil purple dragon? Well, dreaming about it . . . won't . . .

Malefor reared up again and tried to stomp me, instead his claws hit a invisible dome shield. The shield sent powerful energy waves through Malefor as he yelled in pain, The shield released concentrated pulse that blew the dark master off his feet. Roaring in anger Malefor launched an orb of dark flaming energy at me. I spun around and used my tail to deflect it back at him.

"WHAT?" Yelled a shocked Malefor as he tried to dodge the orb but his size betrayed him as it hit him right in the chest. Guess that's one reason to not "Think Big"

"What sorcery is this!" Malefor demanded as the void around us started to lash out at him in the form of lightning, every bolt making him smaller.

"You are a fool Malefor, You are in MY mind, my thoughts control everything here," I explained as I approached him now that he was reduced to his original size. "You can't do anything unless I allow it."

"Still, I can fight you!" Malefor roared as he comet dashed towards me. "I'm going to enjoy this." I taunted as I took flight.