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Prologue

The wind blew gently over the cracked peaks of the Dracaru mountains, the sun glittered of the black crystal that formed there peaks. The Dracaru Mountains always held a forbidding sense about them and those who knew about it knew it to be a place of evil. These mountains were the grounds in which evil of the past had trained but now they stood as a grim testament to the evil that was bred here.

The ruins of an old training academy stood as a testament to the destruction of chaos. None ventured there save one. A young dragon of around ten was drawing a design he had found in a book that lay amongst the ruins. It was simple enough in design; it had a single circle with an additional six circles inside. When he had finished the circles he drew the designs that where inside them, a talon, a heart, a brain, a wing, a tooth, and a drop of blood. It looked dark and he liked it but he knew no one else approved of it. He stood and turned but slipped as he became upright.

He threw out a paw to stop himself from falling and grab the blade of a sword that was held by a statue. He screamed and let go of the blade attempting to stop the blood flow but to no avail. He ran of crying as a drop of his blood fell from the sword and landed in the center of the circle. There was an explosive bang as the circle within glowed red and the ground around it turned black. Columns of red light shot upward from each circle and joined in the middle of the circle. A skeleton appeared where the lights connected and it slowly began to revolve as mussel and sinew began to appear.

No more than a minute after this occurred there was a tremendous roar as the newly formed dragon landed on the ground. The dragon stood and laughed out long and hard as he viewed his surroundings. He spoke to himself as the young dragon looked around a boulder at him. He said, "At last I have returned, I warned you Spyro that you would never be rid of me." He sneered as he drew his black blade and looked at it, he sighed as he said, "Chaos Bringer my dark blade you will soon taste his blood."

He placed it back in the sheath across his back and opened his wings to take flight but at this moment he sensed something. It confused him for it was the sense of life that he felt; it was not the young that looked upon him with fright but some thing else elusive. He concentrated on it and an evil smile crossed his face, there was a new life and he knew now what it was.
He laughed to himself enjoying a plan that he was already formulating. He spoke to himself again, "Spyro, foolish dragon, you have a young one of your own. Hmph, well it shall be your undoing." With that he leapt into the air and was gone.

Lethek had returned.