Author's Note: I have recently been feeling the urge to continue my long abandoned story, A Light Shines in the Darkness. However, realizing how that is not possible due to the awful plot, I have decided to re-write the entire story. Only this time, it will not be discontinued, and it will be approximately 4,000,000,003X better than the old version. However, old material from the last story(the good stuff) will be re-used in this version. The plot will also be similar, as well as the story.

And another thing... you all know about my comedic story, The Legend of Stupid, right? Well, I have decided to discontinue that, thanks to an awesomely honest author by the name of Syrix5310. Look at the review, and see. See that I'm an uncreative bastard that copies jokes from a youtube parody because I'm too uninspired and lazy to make up my own jokes. I simply can't keep writing that story out of the guilt I've felt since I started writing the second chapter of that story.

Thank you for straightening me out, Syrix.

Now, instead of just discontinuing The Legend of Stupid, I feel like I need to do something more. Thus, this story was born. And unlike The Legend of Stupid, this will be completely original, with no stolen content from other sources. I owe you guys.

Anyways, here's the story. I hope you like it. And I hope you can forgive me for what I did.

Over one year had come to pass since the fires of evil had been quelled. Malefor had failed in his plan to destroy the earth, defeated by Spyro and Cynder. Both his body and spirit were obliterated, never to rise again.

Since his defeat, the armies of Malefor had been scattered across the far northern regions, outside of the realm. Being simple creatures, their lives were devoted to Malefor's flesh and blood, bent by his will. With Malefor's death, their sole purpose had not been lost, but confused. Because of this, a new era had been declared, and both Spyro and Cynder were declared as heroes. Everything was at peace.

That is, until one fateful day in which a new evil was awakened…

An egg, one last remaining egg, hatched into the arms of a grublin.

From the second he was born, Malefor's old will was revived within the young hatchling, and the evil force that had bent the world to its core was remade. The creatures of evil were enslaved to the same will, the same flesh, lived through another being. For indeed, this new hatchling was of Malefor's flesh and blood. And this is what the armies of Malefor had been awaiting; the birth of a new leader. The birth of a new devotion.

The birth of a son.

Malafron!