The Legend of Spyro: Roar of the Heavens

A/N: This is a rewrite of my scrapped story Shattered World. Though it is based on the same storyline, I'm making some changes in characters and events. Hopefully this will get your attention ;).

Chapter 1: I Dream of a Chalice and a Dragon

It was the year 300 A.D. (After Devastation) and a new world order has been born. Humans of the old world have been freed from their curse and in their place came the humans of the new world. Being given the knowledge more than any dragon in the way of military might, they have traded their ancient sword skills and magical capabilities for the knowledge in building superior weapons and high tech civilizations. They were sent down by the deity Vitalis, the God of Life, to start anew. Determined not to repeat the history of their ancestors, they erected a great wall called the Separation Wall that separated the Dragon Realms from the Human Realms. Although it ensured that no one encroached on each other's lands, they seem to alienate each other. Still, inhabitants of the Dragon Reams got along well with the humans and they agreed to erect the wall. Politicians from both sides signed the agreement and the wall was built. In 150 A.D. the Separation Wall was completed and gates were placed at key points to allow inhabitants from both sides to cross for tourism and business purposes.

Spyro, the hero that saved the world centuries ago, was the king of the Dragon Realms and he was now a fully grown adult dragon. Standing 18 feet tall, he sported a muscular body and handsome looks. His wings had a tinge of gold that matched his belly color and his horns were longer than 2 busses combined. Beside him was his ever faithful wife Cynder. Though slightly smaller than Spyro, she was a very beautiful black dragoness and her demeanor made her beauty even more outstanding. The slender curves of her body were the envy of dragonesses of the Realms and she had a pair of nice sparkling eyes. The two were a perfect match for each other.

Under their care were their children. Ravager, a black dragon, was Spyro's firstborn. As his name implies, he is a destructive dragon but not to the extent of being evil. He is careless and usually breaks things. He also has a knack for being cruel to insects. The second son was named Ignitus after Spyro's mentor who died long ago. Like Ignitus, this young Ignitus was red in color and skilled in the art of armed combat. He still hasn't mastered the element of fire yet but he is currently taught by the new Fire Elder, Ifrit. The last was a young dragoness named Juno and she has her father's color. Prophesized to be the next Dragon of Destiny, Juno was well-protected by bodyguards though she clearly feels uncomfortable with it.

So far, peace has reigned and both sides were getting along well. The dragon population has grown though there are only less then 10000 dragons in the entire Realms. Most of the inhabitants are wolves, foxes, cheetahs, rhinos, bears, unicorns, phoenixes and some humans.

Humans on the other hand are advanced and they possess much high tech weaponry (A/N: I'm not going to make them so farfetched so their technology is based on modern day weapons). Though some of them are ancient spirits reborn, their grudge against dragons have completely disappeared. Even if they're modern and advanced, the humans still adopted the caste system. The Presidential Caste is only held by the President and Vice President of the Human Realms. The Upper Political Caste consists of the Prime Minister, the Secretary of Defense, the Secretary of State and many high posts that run the Realms. The Lower Political Caste consists of those who are under the jurisdiction of the Upper Political Caste. Then there is the Tycoon Caste which consists of business leaders, rich industrialists and CEOs of companies. Next is the Fighters Caste which consists of military units and voluntary paramilitary fighters. Then there is the Workers Caste, a caste that keeps the Realm in top shape in all aspects including social, economical and environmental aspects. The lowest Caste is the Prisoner Caste which consists of criminals and addicts. They are given a chance to serve the Realm or stay behind bars.

The story begins with Spyro waking up one night and staring at the Pool of Vision after having a recurring dream for 5 days straight.

"What does it mean? I keep on seeing a broken gateway of gold and silver with a chalice of blood beyond. After that, I see Malefor trying to reach out to it but yet…he can't because he was restrained by chains. He is angry and in rage, his dark side has complete control over him. What does it mean?" Spyro muttered to himself softly.

The pool showed nothing and Spyro let out a sigh.

"Surely the pool hasn't lost its function. It never fails me," Spyro said in disappointment.

"Spyro, what are you doing here in the dead of night?" a voice said.

Spyro looked around and noticed Terrador walking towards him. His body bore the scars of previous wars while trying to unite the Dragon Realms together during the Civil War. Though it ended a hundred years ago, the scars were still visible as if it was fresh.

"Terrador, I have a recurring dream of a chalice of blood and Malefor trying to reach out to it. I thought it maybe of some significance but the Pool of Vision turn up nothing," Spyro explained briefly.

"A blood of chalice you say? Hmm, I don't remember such an artifact in our history but I do know of the Silver Chalice. It was supposed to grant the bearer a wish (something I took from Fate Stay/Night) but until now, those who had it made many wishes but none were fulfilled. It may as well be ornamentation," Terrador said.

"But the chalice I dreamt of was gold in color and it had blood in it. I hear the cries of souls coming from the blood and Malefor was desperate. He wanted it badly but for what reason, I don't know," Spyro said while shaking his head.

"How many times did this dream occur?" Terrador asked.

"5 times and I still don't get it," Spyro answered.

"And you say the Pool of Vision offered no hints of what is to come," Terrador said.

"Yep," Spyro muttered.

"Maybe it's just a dream. I have recurring dreams myself but none of them are of any significance. Maybe you're just recalling the evils that Malefor did to you and Cynder so I'm not surprised if you have dreamt of your enemy," Terrador suggested.

"I initially thought so but the chalice is the main focus here and not Malefor. There is something about that chalice that gives me a bad feeling," Spyro said.

"Does it look like this?" Terrador asked and he pointed at the chalice placed on a rack not far from them.

"Is that the Silver Chalice?" Spyro asked.

"Yes and it's yours since Ignitus said that it will belong to you if he dies. I'm not sure it will be of any use but you can take it if you like," Terrador said.

"It does look like the one from my dreams but the color is not. Never mind, I'll take it with me and see if I can make something of it," Spyro said.

He walked towards the rack and took it. The chalice felt cold as ice and Spyro quickly stow it away into his inventory.

"It's cold," he said while rubbing his palms.

"I know and even Ignitus doesn't know why it is like that," Terrador added.

"Well, I guess I lingered here long enough. I'll see you tomorrow Terrador," Spyro said.

He let out a yawn as he walked towards the door. Terrador closed his eyes and smiled weakly.

"Ah Spyro, you're still full of surprises," he said.

The next day at the throne room, Spyro held the chalice in his paws and turned it slowly, examining every groove and protrusions of the unusually cold chalice. He held it up and stared beyond it. There was a portrait of Ignitus hung above the room's entrance and Spyro thought he saw a glowing outline.

"Terrador said it was just a normal chalice but why do I get this feeling that the chalice has some magical property in it?" he asked himself.

"Spyro, why are you constantly holding that chalice?" Cynder asked, visibly annoyed.

"There is something about this chalice I can't really explain. It is as if there is magic in it," Spyro said.

Cynder took the chalice and examined it. She sniffed at it and examined it like how Spyro examined it but couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. She then handed it back to Spyro.

"Well, besides of it being cold, I can see nothing special about this stupid little trophy," Cynder said.

Spyro sighed and sat down on his throne.

"I guess I'm thinking too much," he said.

While waiting for an audience with the other ministers, Spyro absent-mindedly tapped his chin with the chalice. However, when he tipped it a bit too much, he suddenly felt something wet on his chin. Looking into the chalice, he thought he saw some blood-red substance but when he blinked, it disappeared but his chin felt wet. Wiping it with his free paw, he saw the blood-red substance and licked it. It tasted metallic, as if it was blood.

"Weird," he said to himself.

Cynder stared at her husband with a worried look. She noticed that he was obsessed with the item. Then, she noticed some blood stains on his chin.

"Spyro, you're bleeding," she said.

"I am?" he asked and Cynder pointed at his chin, prompting him to wipe it.

"Oh, these stains you mean? It taste like blood but I assure you it isn't mine," Spyro said.

"Then where did it come from?" Cynder asked.

"When I was tapping my chin with this chalice, I must have spilt some of its contents before it disappeared," Spyro explained.

Cynder just stared at him disbelievingly. She looked into the chalice and back at Spyro again.

"Are you sure you're not lying to me? I know today is the 1st of April but a prank like this is not funny," Cynder said with a small laugh.

"No I'm serious," he said.

Just before cinder could say anything, the ministers entered the hall and Spyro quickly kept his chalice away. The ministers took their seats at the long table and the Prime Minister stood up. She was a vixen named Collette and she was a young Prime Minister, the youngest and the first female Prime Minister to ever acquire that post. Despite that this post was traditionally held by males, Collette was a smart and resourceful one and she had helped Spyro in many ways. In fact, most of the country's governance authority went to her. In some way, Spyro found her rather attractive (to Cynder's dismay).

"We should begin our discussion as soon as possible Lord Spyro. The faster we can come to a conclusion in this discussion, the better chance we have in finding the culprit who breached the Dragon Temple," the yellow-furred vixen said.

"So what is our next course of action? Some of us say that we investigate the Ape village while others said it was the Wolves," a canine minister said.

"What have you found at the scene?" Spyro asked.

"I have been to the scene myself and I have noticed some black fur along with some strands of white ones. I have been told by the human CSI group that the black fur belong to the wolves while the white fur belong to the apes," Collette explained.

"What can you deduce of these findings?" Spyro asked.

"Either the wolves did it or the apes did it. We do know that the apes are our enemy and the wolves are hired mercenary guards. We couldn't trust both," a rhino minister said.

"Now don't you go blaming my people just because you don't trust them. I am in charge of the Wolf Clan and I can assure you that they are qualified. Even if they are mercenaries, a check of their records reveals that they are veterans and are loyal to me. So whatever I tell them, they will do," an irate wolf minister shot back.

"What if you're the one who told them to breach the Sacred Room?" the rhino minister sneered.

"Guys, stop it. You're not enemies anymore so stop bickering. Collette, your course of action?" Spyro asked the vixen.

"We investigate both clans. I'm sure you have no problem with that, right Wolfenstein?" the vixen asked the wolf in a challenging way.

The wolf was hesitant but agreed nonetheless.

"The apes will not go unchecked and I suggest that you exercise cautions while investigating their tribes. Wolfenstein, you better inform your men about this lest they aren't prepared. If any of them is found guilty before I conduct a search on your tribe, I'll hold you for being treacherous," Spyro warned.

"Whatever you say my Lord," Wolfenstein grumbled.

"Lord Spyro, I suggest that you replace the wolf guards with the Overwatch for now. I know many key places will be unguarded but I'll have my people guard them," Collette said.

"Sounds good to me. Your say?" Spyro asked Cynder.

"I have no say in this," Cynder said.

She was never used to these kinds of discussions. Usually, her discussions with the common people include family problems, love problems and emotional problems. She always gives useful advice to those who seek her help. Cynder was like a good mother to them and she never interfered with Spyro's discussions no matter how many times he persuaded her to join in.

"Never mind then. Collette, as usual, I will put you in charge of investigating the breach. Make sure both clans are thoroughly investigated but do not use force unless they try to attack you or your investigators. Anything else that occurred within the Scared Room?" Spyro asked.

"Besides some lost gems and magic tomes, nothing was out of place," the vixen said.

"Retrieve them if you find them and bring the culprits back here for questioning," Spyro said.

"Will do Lord Spyro," she said with a smile.

Volteer peered through his glasses and frowned. He gave a huff of annoyance and threw it aside.

"Bah, these contraptions are really inconvenient. I wonder how the humans put up with the uncomfortable feeling?" he muttered.

He continued reading his book while squinting his eyes as his vision was a bit blurry. Not long ago, he bought a pair of glasses as his vision was failing but he could never get used to the feeling. Not only did it made him look stupid, it kept sliding from his muzzle (well, dragons do have different facial structures and there is no way they can wear glasses properly XD). As he tried to decipher the blurry words, Terrador and Ifrit's sudden presence startled him.

"Whoa, you nearly gave me a heart attack," the yellow dragon said quickly.

"Sorry Volteer but we were just dropping by the library to search for information regarding the Silver Chalice," Ifrit explained.

"He said he wasn't satisfied with the explanation so he wanted to have another look at it," Terrador added.

"I thought there was nothing special about that chalice and it was dropped from our discussions 50 years ago. Why the sudden interest?" Volteer asked.

"Spyro said he had a dream and he saw a chalice that looked exactly like the Silver Chalice but it was gold instead. We were wondering if there is any such chalice that is related to the Silver Chalice," Terrador explained.

"Hmm, I've been through the book a few times myself and I tried deciphering any given clues in the book. Not one states that the chalice has a golden counterpart," Volteer said.

"Maybe there is something you missed out. For all you know, the clue is there all along. Volteer, can you retrieve that book?' Ifrit asked.

"Well, okay," he agreed.

Volteer browsed thorough the shelves quickly and found the book entitled Mysteries of the Silver Chalice. He dusted it and brought it to the two. Together, they sat at a table and read through it.

"Find anything important?" Ifrit asked after an hour of browsing through.

"Nope. How about you?" Volteer asked while gesturing at Terrador.

"No luck on my side. Ifrit?" Terrador asked.

"No…nothing out of the ordinary. I guess Spyro is just overreacting. I mean, I was once told that the chalice has the power to grant wishes but none of that happened," Ifrit said.

"Well, I guess we'll be on our way. Keep us notified if you do have something about it," Terrador said.

Suddenly, he stepped on something while he tried to walk towards the door. Looking down, Terrador saw that he stepped on Volteer's glasses.

"Uh, Volteer, I think I stepped on your glasses," Terrador said.

"Never mind them, they are of no use to me," he said without taking his eyes off the book he was reading.

Terrador looked at Ifrit who just shrugged. The handsome red dragon then opened the door for Terrador to leave first before he allowed himself out.

After the ministers have dispersed, Spyro and Cynder took a stroll through a forest outside of Warfang. The butterflies and birds gave Cynder a sense of serenity and she leaned her head against Spyro's neck while walking.

"Spyro, isn't this what you wanted all along?" Cynder asked in loving way.

"What do you mean?" Spyro asked smilingly.

"I mean the peace and all that without evil." Cynder said.

"Cynder, I have learnt to accept the fact that there is no such thing as total and eternal peace. There must be a balance like Yin and Yang. However, I do admit that such a peace is enjoyable," Spyro said.

"Nicely said," Cynder purred while nuzzling at his neck.

Suddenly, Spyro saw a vision. He saw Malefor's paw reaching closer to the chalice. The vision lasted for a few seconds and that was enough to draw away his breath.

"Spyro, what's wrong?" Cynder asked.

"N-Nothing, I saw an exotic butterfly," Spyro lied.

Cynder looked around and gave Spyro a playful frown.

"This is the second time you've pulled my leg. One more time and I'll oblige a wish of yours but it won't be easy," Cynder laughed.

"Oh yeah? Then I better work hard to trick you again," Spyro joked.

AS Cynder looked away, Spyro's smile faded and he was deep in thought.

"The vision is worrying but what does it mean?" Spyro thought.

A/N: I hope this one is better so enjoy the story. Please R&R.