Scars of Shadow: Introduction

The Valley of Avalar was quite a peaceful place.

Peace, the shadowy figure at the mouth of his cave home had decided, was a good thing.A very good thing in fact. He had also decided that in this newfound peace that the purple dragon, Spyro the figure thought his name was, and Cynder, his black dragon accomplice, had brought about that it might be time that, instead of simply watching from the sidelines as it were, to head back to The Dragon city of Warfang. Maybe there he could finally live a normal life and maybe even put his abnormal powers to good use by volunteering for the City Guard.

At least, a normal a life that could be lived by an experimental dragon/human crossbreed gone wrong.

Life, it seemed to the young dragon, was not very forgiving, all things considered. Not that he looked too abnormal in either of his forms, dragon nor human, but he still hoped very much that the Guardians didn't remember him. Being a product of an experiment to give Malefor's elemental control to humans didn't exactly give the troubled black dragon a very good reputation.

Well saying black dragon in particular was not entirely fitting as he did have several shining silver streaks that stretched from the back of his skull to the base of his tail, making him stand out quite a bit in a crowd. Or a line-up depending on how my entry to the city goes... He thought to himself, before promptly shaking such thought from his mind. After all now was a time for peace, tranquillity and rest for all dragons, which should by extension mean him.

After taking a few steps out into the morning sun, he realised that, while there was still a bit of a morning chill in the air, it was ideal flying conditions. And so, taking a deep breath of air, he stretched out his crimson silver wings and, with a push from his muscled hind legs began his 2 day journey to Warfang, where he would finally find peace. After all, peace was a good thing right?