A/N: A new story, the one I promised oh-so-long-ago. This means A Friendships Tale is on hold until further notice and The Key of Convexity be updated alternate to this story… or something. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Legend of Spyro franchise in any way, shape or form. I only own the OC in this chapter… so far.

Prologue – Happenings

William Alexander was an ordinary, Australian high school student of fifteen. He was the sort of person who knew many things, the majority were given by his school, but he wasn't the nerdy type. At best, he was a bit geeky; a fan of games in a range of many. William tried to be a respectable person: well dressed with white buttoned shirt and navy shorts most days, light brown medium hair that was side-swept at the fringe. He even had a silver, decorated, exoskeleton pocket-watch that he kept with him. His reputation at school was discreet mostly, he had a few friends and knew several people in his year level. Despite that, no-one seemed to notice or care too much about him, and this didn't bother William much.

William was heading home from school, walking was his preferred method. It was sunny with white puffy clouds strewn all over the sky. Some of them took shapes of flying creatures, at least to William; because he, being observant as he was, saw the perfect shape of bird-like and dragon-like creatures in flight. Some were menacing, and some were seemingly playing. He often wandered if dragons did exist and where they reside or once resided. It was a small dream of his that he encounter a dragon his age and become friends with it. But he knew deep in his heart, that that would be impossible, but his heart still held on to hope.

William rounded a corner to the quiet, suburban street ahead of him. It was fairly long, two blocks at least and there was no-one else on it. William commonly took this time to listen to music on his phone; songs he thought sounded good or tunes from his favourite game, 'The Legend of Zelda'. He did just this and started to play 'Viva La Vida', probably one of his favourite songs. William looked down at his feet, following the pattern of the bricked pathway with his eyes briefly. He then looked up again, seeing a figure at the end of the street. It didn't seem to be walking at all, completely stationary with its head turned the other way.

"Wonder what he's doing," thought the puzzled William, "He's just… standing there."

At that point, the figure, an average sized man it appeared, turned around to face the now approaching William. He was dressed in a pure white suit, even with white shoes and tie. His hair was short and black, well groomed too, and he was devoid of facial hair. William could only assume that he was a well-respected business man, but the colour of his suit didn't match the standard colours of the general office worker. William halted in front of the man, looking at him curiously. The man didn't show emotion of irritation or impatience; he actually had an expressionless face. He looked at William and then looked to the sky earning a confused frown from William. William looked up too and saw nothing of significance, just a cloud that looked like another winged creature. Still frowning, William looked back at the man; but he was no longer there. Confused, William spun his head in all directions, trying to locate the mysterious man.

"Wher–, what," thought William, "He's gone? How?"

There was a loud crack of thunder above William, no lighting and no rain. William immediately looked at the sky, squinting from the glare of the Sun. Another crack of thunder sounded, and another. William looked back in front of him to see the man once more, smiling.

"What the hell is–?"

William was cut off as the man suddenly grabbed his arm. William had no chance to struggle as his surroundings disappeared and his vision turned to black.

Nothing. That was all there was: nothing. William was in nothing; surrounded by void, not knowing if standing or floating… or falling. William checked himself, his vital signs still there, vision still working and his mind still with him. He took a heavy sigh of relief before realising where he was; rather, where he wasn't. A voice boomed before him, paralysing him with fear. He dare not move, his heart was racing and his steady breathing becoming a pant.

"William," the voice began, "be not afraid, for you are in the presence of the Creator."

"The Creator!? What!?" exclaimed William's thoughts.

"I know that you have wondered your purpose in life, what you are destined for," he continued, "Be assured that you do have purpose, but not among your kind; those created in my image."

"Then where am I to be," trembled William, fear having a hold in his voice, "The entire planet is populated with humans."

"There is another place, a different world," the Creator replied, "A place untouched by human-kind, pure in nature. It is populated by others; creatures you have not encountered before and other animals. The animals are similar to ones found on Earth, but they are different to what Earth has, they have the gift of sentience."

"Sentient animals? Different to ones on Earth? Do they know about humans?" asked William, belief dwindling.

"No, they are unaware of human-kind. They themselves have developed technologies that humans have done in past centuries, but they are not at the same stage. I know that you do not like the technology of your era, so this must serve as relief to you. They are still primitive though: the sword and shield, the bow and arrow, the spear and javelin."

William was in fact relieved. He hated the changes the world had gone through. The technology was so advanced and everyone depended on it so heavily. He himself has done so, but he still didn't like it. He preferred the idea of times when everything was simple.

"What am I to do in this new world," asked William curiosity taking the better of him, "you said I have purpose there?"

"I cannot reveal anything more about your purpose," replied the Creator, "That is for you to discover. You do belong in that world, you are meant to be there. You will discover what potential you have there and what you really are."

"Potential?"

The Creator's words befuddled William. It was all so sudden, a lot needed to be taken in and a lot needed to be answered.

"I will aide you when you arrive," the Creator stated, "you will be given the necessary skills and attributes to survive and some items you will require."

William's vision began to become whiter and brighter and the words of the Creator echoed in his mind.

"Wait," pleaded William extending his arm, "I have so many questions."

"In time… In time you will find what you must know."

The voice was no more. White was all William could see, if he was seeing at all. His conscience began to pull him to consciousness. His eyes flickered open slowly and then they shut again. He then abruptly opened them, his vision blurry and his head spinning from the words spoken to him. Where had he gone? Where had he been sent too? Both the same… but no answer came.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the prologue. Give a review if you want to. Until next time!