Hello, readers.

Hope you all are feeling good today. This fanfiction is a re-version of The Legend of Spyro trilogy with my own OCs and little changes in the plot. I'm not expecting you to like it, just your honest opinions. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Legend of Spyro trilogy.

Prologue

Temple Attack

Dragons… You have heard about them in books of legends. Like all the others, you think Dragons were a stuff of make-believe. After all, they are not real. There is a little secret you and your entire human race have never realized before, Dragons ARE real, very real indeed. Your race may not have seen them in your world but they do exist in a different world beyond the realms in another dimension. There, you will learn all about us.

In Dragon Realm, the fantastical creatures of each race have lived in peace and harmony for generations. We, the Dragons, brought peace and harmony to this world ever since the First Age, the time we appeared, with our own elemental powers; Fire, Water, Earth, Electricity, Ice, Forest, and Wind. Our old Dragon leader had declared that we use our powers for good, defend our home and the other inhabitants. He became one of our first Dragon Guardians to hold council. The rest of our kind became warriors passing down their teachings to apprentices. As long as we live, we will protect the other races of creatures with our lives.

In the Second Age, one race of creatures had built places including the Dragon Temple for us in honor of their friendship with us. We have used the Temple for breeding our young on the Year of the Dragon that takes place every ten years.

The Third Age had begun when I, Ignitus, was born. Our old leader of the Dragon Guardians had passed away and the new lead Guardian and the others upheld his will to take good care of the world until the time had come for them to step down and let the new ones take their place. I was selected from a Dragon Guardian to be his student.

For the Fourth Age, a remarkable discovery came before us; a special Dragon called a Purple Dragon with absolute power can appear in our world every ten generations, according to a prophecy from our Ancestors. With that Dragon, we became stronger than ever. The Fourth Age, however, was over quicker than the others. A terrible thing had happened.

The Fifth Age was where the war took place. An enemy greater than ever before arose from our midst, an evil one who was known as the Dark Master, Malefor. Malefor was more powerful, more powerful than the Guardians before us had ever encountered. He was cruel, menacing, ruthless, and he commanded an army of creatures to be feared. His purpose forever more was to destroy everything around Dragon Realm. The Dragon Guardians and the others tried their best to stop Malefor before he achieved his victory. But, they would not be alone in this fight. They would need a Purple Dragon to defeat the greatest villain. Sadly, there have been many who appeared and they had died trying. War still raged on and the Guardians were beginning to lose hope until the last Purple Dragon was born ten generations ago. He was the first to defeat Malefor. We had victory on our side. The Guardians locked the Dark Master away in a place where none of his followers could ever set him free.

Years went by, the old Guardians have stepped down and the Purple Dragon who defeated Malefor had died of old age. I had been dubbed as the new leader of the new Guardians; Volteer, Cyril, Terrador, and Whisperav. But all is not over yet. The Dark Armies are still at war with us, looking for a way to bring back their Dark Master. Hopefully, another Purple Dragon will appear to finish the war once and for all and restore peace to Dragon Realm.

In the Dragon Temple in a forest at night, I, Ignitus, Dragon Guardian of Fire, am on my way to the Nesting Chamber where all the Dragon eggs lie. A purple egg is among them. A Purple Dragon is about to be born. I fold my dark-red wings and rest them on my back as I enter the halls. The glow of the torches on the walls reveal my red eyes, crooked horns on my head, red scales, underbelly and membranes on my wings that are colored tan, the dark-red claws on my feet, and the dark-red, flame-shaped fins on the back of my lower jaw, my spine, my shoulder, and on the tip of my tail.

My Dragon apprentice, Emberor, walks by my side. He is one of six hatchlings who have hatched earlier than the others. He folds his dark-red wings on his back. His scales and eyes are colored red. His two horns on his head and his underbelly is colored tan. The flame-shaped fins are on his spine, wing arms, and tail. The dark-red claws on his feet tap on the stone floor.

We approach a circular door leading to the Nesting Chamber. I released a stream of Fire from my mouth. The flames go through three circles on the door and the door opens. The two of us go inside to see colorful Dragon eggs in warm colorful blankets in big baskets. A fireplace warms the room from the back. The purple egg is in a little basket resting on a golden pedestal ahead of us in a warm purple blanket underneath it next to a wall with a purple flag hanging on it.

"We have hope again, don't we, master?" says Emberor, gazing at the egg.

"Yes, Emberor," I say with a nod, "the Purple Dragon has come like the prophecy had foretold. Once it's old enough, we have to train it for battle. It won't be long now."

"Ignitus, that reminds me, how much longer do I have to be an apprentice before I become Dragon master of Fire?"

"I have taught you so much, young Dragon," I answer, turning my attention from the egg to Emberor. "You are becoming very experienced but you are no master yet. Remain patient and you will be some day."

Emberor nods in reply. He is doing his best to be patient for becoming a master fighting alongside with his friends. Still, it has been hard. Suddenly, an earthquake comes in the Temple. We glance around.

"What was that?" Emberor asks in alarm.

I stop moving with apprehension pulsing in my blood. I know what is causing the room to shake.

"No, not now," I breathe. "The Dark Armies are here."

The young Fire Dragon gasps and an old Electric Dragon comes into the Nesting Chamber. He has yellow eyes, yellow scales, curved horns pointed forward, gray fins on the back of his lower jaw, his shoulders, his spine, the back of his front legs, his hind legs, and his tail. His underbelly, claws, wing arms, and two blades on the tip of his tail are colored black. He is named Volteer, Dragon Guardian of Electricity.

"Save them," Volteer pants. "We must save the eggs! The Dark Armies are getting close to the Temple!"

There are so many eggs in the Nesting Chamber. Time is short to save them.

"Master, we got to save the Purple Dragon first!" Emberor suggests.

"Indeed," I say, glancing to him. To both of the Dragons, I say, "I will take care of it! You stay here and guard these eggs! I will be back as soon as I can!"

I take the purple egg from its resting place and run to the door. Five young Dragons come inside the Nesting Chamber with Emberor and Volteer.

Boltor, an Electric Dragon, has yellow eyes and scales. His lightning-shaped horns, lightning-shaped wing arms, the underbelly, claws, and fins on his spine and tail are colored black.

Aquadus, a Water Dragon, has water wave shaped fins on his spine, wing arms, and tail, blue eyes, blue scales, four coral-like horns, gills, fish fin-like wings, and dark-blue claws.

Groverge, a Forest Dragon, has green scales, green eyes, brown fins on his spine, peach-colored underbelly, leaf-shaped fin on his tail, brown claws, and horns and wing arms that are like tree branches.

Zephyrav, a Wind Dragoness, has sky-blue feathers on her body and wings, sapphire eyes with long eyelashes, two horns on her head, a blue bird's beak, a lighter-blue underbelly, round dark blue fins aligned with the spine, and long talons on her feet.

Cragen, an Earth Dragon, has emerald-green scales, two tan horns on the head, one tan horn on the nose, green eyes, a lengthen fin on his spine that are like mountains, a tan underbelly, tan claws, and a ball with spikes on the tip of the tail.

"Cragen, how many of them are they out there?" Emberor asks him.

The Earth Dragon answers, "Enough to break the doors down."

"If any of those Apes get their filthy hands on one egg, I'll show them no mercy!" Groverge declares with a stern tone.

"Not without us, Groverge," a voice sound at the entrance of the Nesting Chamber.

The young Dragons turn around to see two more adult Dragons coming in. They are Terrador, Dragon Guardian of Earth and Cyril, Dragon Guardian of Ice.

Terrador has green scales, green eyes, a lengthen brown beard under the chin, big sideburns, ram-like horns, a tan color on the underbelly and the green wing arms, brown jagged horns on his shoulders and aligned on his head and spine, a ball with five spikes around it on the tip of the tail, and brown claws.

Cyril's eyes are blue. He has light blue scales, a horn on his nose, crooked lips, spikes under his chin like icicles, straight horns, a purple colored underbelly and wings, skeletal-like wing arms, purple fins with white outlines on the back of his lower jaw, shoulders, back of the front legs, hind legs, spine, and tail, spikes on the tip of the tail, and icicle claws.

"All apprentices and masters prepare to fight," Cyril tells them.

"Wait, where's my mother?" Zephyrav asks Cyril.

"She's outside doing her best to keep them away. She will come back here when she has done her best."

They form a line facing the only door where the enemy will come from.

Meanwhile, outside, I fly above the forest outside of the Temple seeing the Dark Armies of vicious monkey-like creatures coming closer to it. I fly as fast as I can to a giant mushroom forest next to the Silver River flowing down stream. Once I have landed next to the river, I found a small mushroom cap on the ground for the egg to float on. I put the mushroom cap with the egg on top in the river and the current takes it further away from the Temple.

"May the Ancestors look after you," I say, wishing my luck to the egg, "may they look after us all."

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