I give 99.99% credit to Swissigar, primarily because this was his idea, but he just granted me rights to "A Voice Shrouded". Why, I will never know, this story had such potential, and I give him even more credit for that as well.

You know... it feels like everything I ever held dear to me, was taken from me just yesterday. Not really much of a difference though, I suppose I got what I deserve, after all I'd done. After helping defeat the Dark Master, save Warfang, and it's people... I guess it couldn't make up for everything I've done before that, and I guess it never will. Even my thought-to-be beloved, has turned his back on me... he did more than that actually.

It started a few days after our return home. All the dragons from hiding seemed to just appear from nowhere when I woke up those few weeks, more and more. Yeah, well... just because they were grateful to Spyro, doesn't mean they were grateful to me, by any means. I remember when I would just be minding my own business when I would take a walk up the streets of the city, they'd constantly glare, and point. Rumors spread that I was just as bad as I used to be, and that I was waiting for when they all trusted me before I returned to power, and kill them all... I would never.

Spyro was different though, he always put them down, and try and comfort me. To this day, I know he hadn't heard me, before the world started to come apart, he never heard me tell him that "I loved him"... but now I just realized how wrong I was for thinking that, if he was just going to turn his back on me only a few weeks afterward. It wasn't his own doing, he had a little push from a certain someone.

Now, in general, I never really preferred females around Spyro, but there was this one that could get inside my head without any effort. And I'm still confident it was her persuasion, no, I know it was her persuasion... that convinced Spyro to abandon me. Ember... that name claws it's way through my head whenever I hear it, was the one that had gotten inside Spyro's head. She'd somehow connected the fire guardian's, Ignitus' death, to me.

At first, Spyro just denied it, but he had difficulty, and the fact I never really caught on to what the connection actually was, simply made it all the harder on me. It was only a few days before he stopped talking to me, then he began to believe it. And it only took a week before he wouldn't even glance at me, unless it was out of hatred.

I should have known it would never work out for me in the end, it seems amidst the chaos, was the happiest time of my life, no sarcasm needed. But when I tried to talk to him, beg him to not believe all the lies and deceit... he lashed out at me, with enough aggression to injure my wrist, I still limp on it, even if it's fully healed, I guess it just has something to do with the emotional pain. It was then, that for the first time since I knew him, that Spyro had ever told me that he hated me... like I didn't know that already, but it singed my heart all the same. He just left me there, a broken and bloodied wound, lying on the cold marble floor of Warfang's temple, it didn't take me long before I just laid there, silent, and expressionless, maybe a single tear fell, the first in a long time, I don't know.

It was most likely a few hours before one of the guardians, Volteer, probably the only one of them who still likes me as a person, rather than a savior. He didn't hesitate tending to my gash, and when he asked who had done this, he was just as shocked... I'm sort of glad he didn't seek out a punishment for Spyro, I'd feel even worse probably. In the end, I was right to say it was only Volteer, because the other guardians wouldn't even acknowledge me.

But even so, if being an outcast wasn't enough, its being an outcast amongst people. It was one of the few times I stood alongside Spyro after he'd denounced me, and even then, it was far from pleasant. When the guardians actually showed up to bring us the news, we both kept finding ways to get farther from one another while they weren't looking. But we both froze when they told us that the city now had enough younger majority, that school, would now officially be opened.

This was the one thing I realized would most likely be my destructive, me, amongst all of those who hate me just for existing. I didn't argue though, I knew it was pointless, and I didn't want to look immature in front of Spyro, even if he still hated me.

Well, it all starts tomorrow, and whether I die of misery, or just rot from the inside out, won't matter to anyone. I can only wonder what fate has in store for me tomorrow, whether it will be utterly horrible, or a strike of luck-... no, I know it will never work out like that, I know it will be one of the worst experiences of my life, regardless. Still, if I'm to die in misery, I hope its soon, I couldn't bare having it go on and on.

Yeah, sorry about short chapters, usually my first is always brief, but it'll get longer as I progress. And don't forget to give Swissigar A LOT of credit for this story.

PS: if this first chapter resembles the original too much, it will not be like that as it goes on.

Galdrameas Lugeran(or Lguitorix)