Chapter 0 - What Must happen.

It was an ugly thing. Always had been. And yet there was nothing he could do about it. A great purple dragon, covered in ropes of fine silk and decorated in jewels, sat before a mural larger than life torches lighting the otherwise dark hallway that morning.

It wasn't so much the mural that he hated, it was more what it depicted. The damn thing had been conceived and created when he and his mate had been elsewhere. It was so big, and considered such a pride of the palace, that by the time they found out about it, there was nothing they could do to get rid of it. Did not stop them from trying sometimes.

The purple dragon sat before a mural showing him and his mate fighting an army of dark creatures lead by the Dark Master. That was the worst not part. The worst part was that the Dark Master looked so outlandishly evil with all the spikes, dark-colored armor, grotesque body parts and for some reason body parts scattered around him (but none of them bloody or even real looking, just there).

Meanwhile, he and his mate stood alone. In a field. They were larger than a house. Plated in armor which looked like gold, gems, and whatever else looked shiny enough. Radiating some sort of light which was meant to look like holy energy or something. Oh, and their expressions looked like they had seen something so beneath them it was almost laughable.

It was one of the most Unrealistic things ever created in their honor, it was ridiculous. And there was not a thing he could do. He blamed Sparx.

"Still trying to glare a hole through that Spirit awful thing I see."

The Purple dragon could not stop the smile at hearing that sweet voice. He never could even after all these decades. He turned his head to look at the black dragonness coming up next to him, she too wearing ropes of fine silk and decorated in jewels (which looked much better on her than him in his opinion). "I still swear I'll find a way to accidentally have this wall destroyed."

The female laughed lightly as she sat down next to him, "You've been saying that since they put it up over 20 years ago. You couldn't even get the kids to do it for you."

He snorted, "Not for lack of trying. But then when all else fails, blame Sparx."

Another laugh, "You and your brother. Sometimes I wonder who is supposed to be King, you or him!?"

He rolled his eyes, "Look who's talking ough Might Queen of Avalar, Didn't you and Ember spend all of last night having a water fight in the Royal bath?"

She poked him getting a small yipe for her effort as she responded, "I was having a bonding moment with Oberon and Exedra and you know it."

The purple dragon laughed for a quick moment before sighing.

There was silence for a good little while before she spoke up again, "There was another riot."

He sighed, "Calling it a riot would imply it lasted longer than an hour. Call it like it was Cynder, a group of criminals attacking a guard post."

"So you knew about it."

"Pool of Visions."

"Figured that was why you were glaring at the mural."

Silence again, "Spyro...we have to do something. Nothing is changing and in some places, it's only getting worse."

Spyro sighed, "I know...we can't be everywhere is the problem."

"You know the answer to that."

"I do. You also know why I don't want to."

"Spyro, you can't keep them in the nest forever."

"They are still too young."

"We were younger, and at war, and weaker, less trained, had less.."

Spyro's sigh was explosive, "I get it. I know."

The two of them sat there in silence. It went on long enough that they started to feel the suns rays reach through the hallway to both light and warm the place.

Finally, Spyro took a breath and said the words that needed to be said, "I'll talk to the scribes. Let them know to send out the notices. We'll hold the Tournament of Elements."

Cynder nogged her mate, "Hey, don't worry, they may not even win."

Spyro's laugh was explosive, "They're our kids. The chances of that almost none existent."

"Hey, don't ruin a mothers dream."

Spyro sighed and draped a wing over her. "Like I said, They're our kids. And like you said, we can't keep them in the nest forever. We'll see how ready they are."

Cynder leaned lightly on Spyro's shoulder, trying to ruin either of their apparel knowing from experience how much of pain it would be to fix it later. "I just wished we had more time to let them be carefree, but the realm is not waiting for us."

"Too true. Now shut up and let's both try and glare a hole through this damn wall." The silence was the only thing the two of them needed right now, knowing what was to come and what must happen next.

AN: Oh look, yet another new story! This one comes special, it is a sort of challenge sent to me by Gargantua Dragon (Fanfiction). A lot of this is still being fleshed out and so will be slower on the update than almost all the other stories. And much like my other Spyro Stories, I need OCs!

The title says Tournament, and for that to happen I need a lot of characters of all eight elements. Some variations will be accepted, but try and keep to the point where it can be mistaken for the normal element as much as possible. Additionally, be aware this takes place a good few decades after the defeat of Malifor and a lot of the world building will take place as the story goes on. So keep that in mind as we go on. I don't want to spoil too much but I do need to work on it.

Of course, like any story I have to have at least one disclaimer:

Spyro and co. have their respective owners.

Other characters mentioned throughout the story will also have their respective owners (Oberon and Exadra originated from Gargantua as will at least six other characters who will be seen).

As this is only the opening, this is a short one. So until we meet again, Happy reading.