darkSpyro

AN: My first fanfiction so go easy on me. Sorry if there are any mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Spyro or any characters or lands and places from the games. Those belong to whoever made them. However I do own the characters I made. and the plot


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Before Spyro and before the Guardians even first exsisted was a peacful world were all dragons lived in peace and harmony. War did not exsist in this world. The only element known to every dragon was fire, no earth or ice just the roaring and raging flames of fire. A World of Fire. That all changes when new and shocking elements emerge as their world begins to change. As something evil from another universe threatens the world and a prophecy emerges. A legend is born.

This is the legend before the legend.


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"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds that darkness has always got there first and is waiting for it."- Terry Prachett

Chapter 1

A crisp breeze rolled through the trees below, rustling the autumn tinted leaves in a seemingly lazy manner. The two Harvest Moons hung in the sky casting an eerie orange glow over the forest as the creatures of the night began to awaken. A peaceful silence suddenly fell over the forest, and then was just as suddenly shattered as the whistling of a fast moving object was heard overhead. The object passing overhead was outlined by a soft ,warm ,reddish glow emitting from the cold iron bucket clasped in its fore paws. The creature raced by and continued onward into the distance, the faint glow fading, and then finally blinking out.

As soon as the creature had dissipated, into the blackness of the night, there was a loud pop, then a shrill metallic wail. Nearly invisible to the naked eye was a slight distortion, a ripple in the chilled air, as if something from another world was coming. The metallic wail ended abruptly and with a whirring noise a large black abyss opened up in the floor of the forest. Creatures around the area watched in awe as a tangled mass of shadows was harshly shoved out. This thing had been rejected by its world and now lay in a massive heap on the now cold and frigid ground of theirs.

Panic and fear shot through every creature as the mass of shadows heaved itself up off the floor with apparent effort and began to manifest into a different creature then those watching. Even though these particular creatures were known throughout the lands, they kept to themselves and stayed in their own cities or villages. It had manifested into the towering form of a dragon. The top of its shadow covered horns barely passed the tallest trees. Raising its massive head to the sky it seemed to breathe in the chilly air around it. The dragon sensed the greed and ambition in this peaceful world, the emotions seemed to feed the dragon and give it the power to stand up straighter and hold its head higher in a proud manner. Yet these emotions just needed a little coaxing to become more. To become evil. It thought to itself as it lashed its tail behind it in silent excitement.

A rustle in the bushes in front of it made the creature's crimson eyes, which held no pupil, narrow at the disturbance. Stepping out of the cover of the trees was an animal balancing on two legs and shrouded in a red cloak that barely passed the yellow knees of the animal. Black spots covered the yellow fur that was not covered by the blood red material, and a muzzle poked out from the darkness of a hood attached to the cloak. Looking up at the dragon towering in front of it the animal pushed back its hood and pulled a bow from around its shoulders, then it notched an arrow on the frayed bowstring.

The manifested dragon watched in amusement as the puny creature pulled back the drawstring, its rounded white ears perked forward and its aqua colored eyes narrowed at its target. The yellow furred animal leveled the arrow at the place where the dragons heart would be, after aiming the arrow the animal flicked its long tail and opened its teeth lined muzzle and spoke in a harsh tone,

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"My name is Enfar, son of the great chieftain Streak, and his mate Aura. State your purpose of coming here or I will be forced to fire."

Suddenly the dragon remembered what these animals were; he had seen them in the world he was in before this one. Though the creatures walked on four legs back in the other world they were the same. They were cheetahs. Chuckling softly the dragon ran its clawed foot across the ground mere millimeters from Enfar's foot, creating deep furrows in the brittle ground. He relished in the shocked expression etched on Enfar's face as he stared at the deep incisions, fear obvious in his posture as he shrank back and a cold shiver ran down his spine at the thought of the damage those claws could cause.

The dragon answered Enfar's warning in a voice that sounded like a knife raking across stone, "This world seems peaceful. Too peaceful if I might say and I've come to change that." The dragon watched as the cheetah pulled the drawstring back further, tensing his arm muscles to shoot, and spoke in a the same voice as before but with amusement, "And don't bother shooting me. Your puny arrows won't even dent my scales."

The shadow shrouded dragon reached one clawed foot forward and plucked the bow out of the startled cheetahs hands and crushed the flimsy wood, leaving the cheetah weaponless and without a way to protect itself. Seeing that Enfar was about to make a run for it, the dragon firmly swatted him with his left fore paw and watched in sickening glee as Enfar sailed through the air, then smacked into a nearby tree. The force of the blow had effectively cracked the slender tree in half and the cheetah lay in a heap next to it, its leg twisted at an unnatural angle and a bone slightly sticking out from the now blood matted fur. Three lacerations decorated Enfar's midsection, the cloak now ripped and frayed around the cuts and blood seeped out of the wounds, forming a small crimson puddle around him.

Enfar was rapidly nearing unconsciousness, his vision blurring and whirling around, blackness was beginning to seep into the edges of his muddled vision as well. He Struggled to push himself up, but his arms gave out beneath him as an excruciating pain shot through his left leg and his stomach area, the blackness encroached further upon him and his eyes began to slip close.

Seeing that Enfar was about to lose consciousness the dragon lunged forward and pinned him down with his front feet, gleefully digging his needle sharp claws into Enfar's warm flesh. Enfar's eyes widened and his pupils dilated in fear as he stared up at the shadow covered beast restraining him. Whimpering in fear as the dragon craned its long neck downward, bringing its massive head near Enfar's ear, the dragons acrid breath washed over it as it spoke in a malicious tone,

"I have a message for your precious father," the dragon spat the words out as if they were distasteful food, and then continued in a serious tone, "Tell him that the Darkness has come to rule and to either die fighting me or join me. Oh, and tell him to pass on my message, I want the whole world to know that the age of peace is over."

The dragon's voice faded into a whisper as he said the last sentence, then with a final blow over the head the cheetah fell silent, unconsciousness had finally claimed him and he floated in the painless abyss of darkness.

The dragons long tail lashed behind him as he stepped away from the fallen cheetah and spread his wings wide, the shadows swirled around in mid-air for a brief moment and then receded back into the gigantic black wings that seemed to stretch across the horizon. The two orange moons were temporarily blotted out by the huge appendages stretching into the midnight sky, as the dragon reared up on his hind legs and looked out at the forest below. Soon this world would be his. With that final thought the dragon opened its large maw towards the sky, the razor sharp teeth lining its gums were the only things showing in the shadows. A faint purple light began to emerge between the jaws of the great beast, then it condensed into a compacted ball that swirled a dark violet. The compacted energy grew steadily brighter and larger, until with a great flash of light the dragon disappeared. Leaving Enfar lying on the cold frigid ground battered and bleeding and now holding, inside of his unconscious mind, the foreshadowing message of great destruction to come.

This story can be found on fanfiction.net under my KylaNightwing99 username!

Holy bananas! This is good!

Thank you! I worked hard on it and by da way this is and i swear on my life that this is my first fanfic. Ive written before but i usually create my own worlds or something.

That is amazing. This cannot be your first fan fic! My first fan fic was really popular, but it wasn't amazing like yours.

Well ive never written a story using someone elses world (such as the spyro universe/world) or have i ever used fanfiction.net ive only used figment.com and i wrote my own original stories.

Do u hav a fanfiction account? if u do can u tell me ur pen name so i can read ur story?!

Oh, I mean the story on here as the popular one. It's called Spyro Kids: Icy. I do have a fanfiction account, though. My name is Malefor. Thanks for introducing me to figment.com! I've been looking for a website for non-fan fiction stories. I just posted one on there, if you want to read it. My name's J. W. Blake on there.

OMG really ill go read it now and ill check ur fanfiction account!

I saw.

AN: Chapter 2 Yah! Anyway I’m having complications with this site sometimes so updates won’t come regularly!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spyro but I own my characters and plot!
Chapter 2
Flynn quickly flew over the wide expanse of trees in the Enchanted Forest, not even stopping to take in the breath taking view of the two moons hanging overhead. He squinted through the leather aviator goggles perched on his narrow snout, his golden hued eyes narrowed in frustration at the condensation covering the glass lens. Releasing one hand from the steel bucket he was currently holding, he wiped away the obstruction from his vision and flew steadily onward.
The assorted live coals at the bottom of the bucket cast a red glow across his baby blue hued scales and darker cobalt blue underbelly making them look almost like a faint purple color. Relishing in the warmth of the coals he didn’t hear the popping sound from behind him, but he heard the metallic wail that followed shortly afterwards.
What the hell? He thought as he tilted his head slightly to the left, trying to pinpoint the faint noise with his ear holes that were placed just below his perfectly straight and metallic silver horns on the top of his head. The noise faded and Flynn thought he was beginning to hallucinate from exhaustion. So he gave his head a good shake to wake himself up and spread his blue scaled wings further, the white membrane in between the scale covered muscle and bones stretched further to fit the length of the long appendages. His serrated metal tail blade caused a faint whistling noise as he banked left and the wind caught under his out stretched wings lifting him higher into the chilly night air.

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Seeing the weathered sandy colored bricks of Warfang straight ahead he began to slow his descent as the ground raced up to meet him. He tilted his wing upward and put his three clawed feet out, the white claws clicked against stone paved ground as he landed in an eerily quite courtyard in the center of the city. The metal pail sat on the ground inches away from him after being set down before he had completely landed. Flynn walked over to it and scooped up the metal pail inside of his mouth; the cold metallic tang of the steel bucket washed over his taste buds and made his forked tongue cringe in disgust.
He walked across the now abandoned courtyard to a opening in the brick wall, the opening contained a cobble stone staircase that spiraled upwards around a column of stone. Reaching the top step of the persistently long staircase, Flynn continued down a short hallway that contained four doors. Flynn stopped at the one at the end of the stubby hallway; it was to the right of a glassless window that looked out over the beautiful architecture of the city. A faint glow came from beneath the door frame as Flynn approached it and set the bucket down near his right foot and straightened back up. The metal tail blade on the end of his tail rapped quietly on the door and he set his long tail back down and patiently waited for an answer.
“Flynn is that you? What took you so long? Well never mind that just come in.”, answered a childish voice in a cheerful tone, yet a rasping could be heard in his voice that told of his apparent cold.
Flynn rolled his eyes at the dragon’s questions and pushed the wooden door open revealing a small sized room with two open windows and a fireplace against the left wall; a slowly dying fire was contained inside of the ash covered fire place. Lying on a variety of large pillows that created a rather comfortable looking bed was a stark white dragon. The dragon was literally completely snow colored white with no sign of color, from its small sized wings to the stubby horns that perched atop its head. The dragon was curled in on itself its tail wrapped around its body and its legs tucked underneath its body, the spade shaped tail blade twitched as the bucket was set down with a clatter.
Flynn looked down at his younger brother, still in awe at the fact he was albino and not the same sheen of blue as himself and his parents before him. The white scaled dragon blinked its eyes open, the surprising thing was instead of the standard pink color for albino animals this dragons eyes were beautiful shade of every color in the world. The colors seemed to pulsate within the tiny irises of the white dragon; the rainbow of colors prominently stood out as the dragon stood up and stretched its smaller childish body frame. It opened its snout and spoke in a sarcastic yet raspy tone because of its cold,
“Well it took you long enough. What did you do have a party? Meet a girl?” The young dragon had a sly smile splashed across its face as it spoke the next sentence and pointing its finger at Flynn, “Oh wait! I forgot you can’t even get a girl. Especially not Spirit.”
Flynn blushed at the thought of the kindhearted female dragon and her beautiful light green scales, those forest green eyes that matched perfectly with her tan colored underbelly. Stopping his train of thought abruptly the image of the female dragon faded from his mind as he snapped at the white dragon in an angry tone,
“Shut up Kaido!” then he continued on shoving the bucket next to him forward with his snout, “Just take the stupid coals you asked for. And can I at least get a thank you for working my tail off and flying across the whole forest in the middle of the night just to get you a bucket of coals!”
Flynn shouted the last part loudly and stalked over to another pile of pillows on the right side of the small room that he shared with his brother; at least until Kaido reached the age of twelve or Flynn found a mate. Angrily Flynn lied down on the assortment of pillows, snuggling into them until he was in a comfortable position; his tail curled into him, his legs were tucked up underneath him, his head rested on his arms and his wings were folded down along his back in perfect symmetry.
Kaido stared at his brothers sleeping form watching the steady rise and fall of his sides as he breathed in and out and then turned to put the live coals into the now extinguished fire. He threw in firewood as well and a fire roared to life. Kaido watched the dancing flames flickering and flashing orange and red, he wondered why he was so different from the other dragons.
He didn’t understand why he couldn’t breathe fire like the other dragons, he never told anyone either, only his brother knew. Even stranger was the fact that Flynn could also not breathe fire, even though their parents could. This puzzled his young mind and as he curled up to sleep near the welcoming warmth of the fire, his cold beginning to fade as he slipped into a state of unconsciousness. The blackness wrapped around him in a comfortable blanket of warmth, his mind drifted to dreams of flying over the Enchanted Forest and going on exciting adventures. But what eleven year old Kaido didn’t realize was how soon he would find the life changing answers to his questions.

Chapter 2 continued Again!
Meanwhile
Streak frantically raced through the dense tree trunks of the Enchanted Forest, he was searching for his son; who had gone missing after he was sent out to hunt at dusk and hadn't returned to the village. He skidded to a halt at a small clearing the moonlight bathed the clearing in a warm orange glow that contrasted the scene lying before Streak. Off to one side was a tree that’s trunk had been ruggedly snapped at the center, the remnants of the leafy tops lay behind it in a tangled mess. But that wasn't what struck a chord of fear inside of Streaks heart; it was his son, Enfar, lying mere inches from the split tree. Enfar’s leg was twisted into a sickeningly unnatural angle and there were three large incisions that were clearly seen from the position Enfar was in. His yellow furred back pressed into the frigid ground and his hands were strewn out to the sides, the broken leg was twisted to the right instead of lying straight like the other. Streak rushed over to his son’s side placing two clawed fingers on the side of his son’s neck checking for his pulse. The round white ears on top of his head perked forward in hope as he felt a faint thump underneath his fingertips. He then hastily picked up the smaller spitting image of himself and began to madly sprint back to the village.
Blood seeped into his clothes form the injuries on Enfar’s body as he neared the wooden gates of the village on the outskirts of the Enchanted Forest and at the beginning of the Valley of Avalar. He shouted loudly for the gates to be open and watched impatiently as they were slowly pushed open, he leaped through right when there was a big enough opening, not even waiting for the gatekeeper to completely open the large wooden doors. Passing a series of wooden huts on stilt like structures until he finally came to the only hut on the ground, the Healers hut, where the village healer lived, who was currently an old frazzled cheetah named Fern.
Streak gently urged the door open to reveal a blue furred cheetah with a small scrawny frame, the animal hide clothing he was wearing was drooping off the thin shoulders of the cheetah. The blue cheetah sat on the ground his legs crossed and his hands sat atop his knees, candles flickered throughout the hut and a woven mat was purposely placed in the center of the small hut right in front of the blue cheetah. Streak hastily set down his injured sun on the flimsy mat and stepped a pace back to stand in the open doorway as Fern began to pull a variety of herbs from a leather bag strapped to his hide. Streak watched intently hoping and praying to whatever god was up there and listening, to do everything in their power to heal his battered son.
Aura had come out of the large hut her and her family lived in at the brink of dawn as the first light began to shimmer over the mountains in the far distance. She hadn't gotten a wink of sleep due to her missing son and had stared at the wooden ceiling all night, from her wooden cot, hoping he was okay and that his father, Streak, found him soon. Picking up a basket of fruits and vegetables at the side bottom of the ladder leading up to the hut platform, she then she walked over to a rather large pail of fresh water used to wash the various foods brought into the village. She looked down into the crystal clear water, the steadily growing light of the sun reflected off its surface and created an image of her in the rippling water; her light chestnut colored fur was smoothed down nicely and her turquoise eyes shone brightly as she set down the basket next to the wash been sitting on the dusty ground. A cool breeze chilled her arms as she pushed the sleeves of her cobalt blue dress up to her elbows and bent down to pick up a bright orange carrot from the basket. The carrot was dunked into the chilly water and scrubbed thoroughly; the water made Auras fingers cringe back at the cold feel of the water, then grew relaxed as the cold feeling quickly faded.
She pulled her now damp arms out of the frigid water and turned back to grab another one of the various food items, but she stopped abruptly and straightened up as she heard a cheery voice behind her; her tail flicked to the side and her ears swiveled around to listen to the child like voice, "Good morning Aura! I didn’t expect to see you out here. Would you like some help washing those?"
Aura visibly relaxed her tensed shoulders and let her fur lie flat as she turned around to face a young dragon, its head reached just above her elbows, but if the dragon stood on two legs like herself then she would be just as tall. The dragon had yellow scales that gleamed almost gold in the light and two deep sapphire eyes, right above its narrow shaped snout, which stared up curiously at Aura. Four dark blue horns jutted out from its head, two larger ones at the top curled upwards slightly at the tips and the two below the larger ones were small and perfectly straight. Light blue fins ran down the small lithe frame of the young dragon and ended at the eight pronged star at the end of its tail and two wings perched atop its back right between the shoulders. The membrane between was a light blue like the fins running down the back of the dragon and the cobalt blue underbelly matched nicely with the sapphire eyes.
The dragon opened its muzzle and spoke in the same child like tone even though it looked about fourteen, "Has Streak found Enfar yet? You probably couldn't sleep all night could you Aura?"
Aura replied to the dragon in a soft motherly tone, sadness laced into her kind voice even as she forced a smile to come across her face, "Sadly no, he hasn’t. I just can't help wondering what happened to him. And of course you can help with the washing Circuit!"
Circuit walked over to the woven basket of fruits almost tripping over the loosely strapped leather messenger bag on his side, and picked up a purple colored radish with his fore paw the black claws lightly digging into the flimsy skin of the vegetable. He dropped the vegetable back into the basket as he suddenly heard Aura laughing from behind him. Whirling around he looked up at her wondering what was so funny then looked down embarrassed at his now tangled paws, the leather strap on the bag had twisted around his feet. Frantically struggling to free himself Circuit ended up face planting in the dirt, his cheeks flaring red from embarrassment as Aura untangled his legs from the accursed object.
"Here let me tighten it. Just sit still, okay?” Aura said in a soft tone as she reached down and tightened the bag around Circuits small body and tugged it gently to see if it would stay in place.
Aura had always babied the young dragon because she was the one who had found him wondering through the forest aimlessly calling for his 'Mum.' as he would say. She had taken him in as her own, but Streak had always felt wary of dragons and never even came near Circuit unless absolutely necessary. Circuit tried not to show the hurt of his adopted father’s hatefulness towards him caused, but Aura could tell and she always tried to make him feel better.
Circuit mumbled a quite okay and a thanks as Aura tightened the straps of the bag around his thin shoulders, he shook his large wings out to make sure it didn’t hinder his movement, so he could fly without difficulty. His eyes widened and he grunted in discomfort as Aura pecked him on the cheek like some moms would do to make their babies feel better. He furiously wiped at his cheek and backed up stumbling over his own legs and dropping to a heap on the ground in defeat as Aura hugged him and he hugged her back with one arm.

Chaspter finally finished continuing!
There was a loud shout outside the wooden gates surrounding the village; protecting it from an attack that would likely never happen. Aura whirled around recognizing Streaks voice and watched in horror as he raced by with a blood stained body in his hands. Her faced twisted into a mask of fear and she put a hand over her mouth in horror at recognizing her real sons yellow fur as Streak sprinted into the Healer's hut. She slipped to the ground pulling her knees toward her, her back leaning against the cool wooden slates of the wash bin. Tears streamed down her cheeks and Circuit draped a comforting wing over her back, tears also brimming at the edges of his sapphire eyes and other villagers began to step out of their huts in the fresh morning light to see what the commotion was about. The joyful rays of sunshine shining down upon the village didn't match the grief stricken mood of Aura, sobs racked her body as she prayed for her sons well being and leaned into Circuits comforting gesture.
Streak stepped out of the Healers hut, his yellow fur shining in the light and the blood matted fur prominently shown against it as he stood looking out at the gathering villagers. He needed to tell them what his son had told him, no matter how much fear it would bring to the village. He had to tell them.

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