Hello my loyal faithul! Guess who? ;)

That's right, the direct sequel to Key to the Soul has arrived...at least for one chapter anyway. I know a lot of you are really excited for this, and I am too to be honest. I'm pretty sure I have a good idea for the plot line, so I hope I can meet both yours and my own expectations.

One last note before I begin, I just want to once again thank my good friend and fellow writer Riverstyxx for an amazing drawing she made of one of the main protaginsts of this story, Selema. It was better than I could have ever imagined, and I am incredibly grateful. In return, I hope to give you and everyone else a great story.

On that note...

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Spyro characters or games. They belong to their respective owners. I do own the characters Matt and Selema.

On a calm, starry night in the Dragon Realms, all of the inhabitants of Warfang were asleep in their beds. Most were having peaceful sleeps without a care in the world. It was almost as if nothing could disturb them.

However, one dragon wasn't among them in the world of dreams. Instead, he slowly crept through the shadows of the new Dragon Temple towards his destination. It took him only minutes to arrive in a large room that held within it a pool of green water, known simply as the Pool of Visions. As the dragon slowly crept up to the pool, it gave off a faint glow that barely illuminated his face, showing a pair of lilac eyes.

The dragon grinned before opening his maw and shooting out several small fireballs towards the torches on the outer edges of the walls, lighting the room within seconds.

"That's better," said the young dragon, whose scales were revealed to be a clean shade of purple along with a golden underbelly and wings. "Now then…" The dragon closed his eyes and narrowed his brow in concentration, seeking that which he desired. He was one of few dragons who could use his mind in a way that would allow him to see things from far away.

That is…until his thoughts were interrupted…

"Spyro?"

The purple dragon gasped at the familiar voice, opening his eyes and whirling around. He then breathed a sigh of relief when he found it's source. "Cynder…I didn't see you there."

Cynder, a gorgeous black dragoness with green eyes and a magenta underbelly, sighed and walked towards him. "Spyro, it's the middle of the night. What are you doing back here?"

Spyro sighed. "I'm sorry, Cynder. I just…I just couldn't sleep."

"Have you been having those nightmares again?" she asked with genuine concern.

Spyro nodded slowly. "I can't explain it…but I just have a feeling there is still something terrible is out there, Cynder. Something…evil."

"Spyro…you and the Guardians haven't sensed any evil presences for some time. We finally have the peace we fought so hard for."

"I know that, but I just can't help it, Cynder." Spyro turned once again to the water. "That's why I decided that we need help."

Cynder's eyes widened. "Spyro…are you sure? I mean…you've tried several times already to contact him."

Spyro put up a paw to stop his lover. "You're right…but…I've never tried to do it at this certain time before."

Cynder hesitated for a moment before her eyes widened again. "Oh…I think I see. Still, are you sure this will work?"

"No, I'm not" Spyro replied. "But we won't know till we try." He then closed his eyes once more and breathed deeply. "Wish me luck…," he whispered as his mind and vision extended farther than he ever dared…

Meanwhile, in the nether reaches of space, there was a small ship gliding through the stars and worlds around it. Inside, a young human around the age of 20 was piloting it, yawning loudly after a long day.

"Man…I'm tired," he said out loud to no one in particular. "Meh…probably should hit the sack."

The young man then slowly eased out of his pilot's seat, stretching his arms way over his head. He had dark brown hair and eyes that went along with a somewhat athletic figure. He wore nothing but a white t-shirt and a pair of black shorts as he made his way over to the small cot inside his ship, his body and mind desperate for rest.

His name was Matt, one of the chosen wielders of the mighty weapon known as the Keyblade. Using it, the young man was one of the guardians of the worlds, protecting them from all that would deem them harm. There was no doubt it was a difficult job, but it was Matt's destiny to fulfill it. As of late though, it seemed that all he'd done lately was just do regular check up on worlds, occasionally stopping by Disney Castle to check up with the King or the Matrix to train with his mentor, Neo.

Matt yawned once more before he decided to finally lay down. He found himself a little more tired than usual for a reason he couldn't explain. Still, Matt decided that it was the fatigue talking and adjusted himself into a more comfortable position. Within seconds, he'd closed his eyes and was able to fall fast asleep…

Matt found himself driving in his beat up green sedan. He was traveling in the country on a late afternoon, the sun shining brightly as it slowly disappeared over the western horizon. His first thought was something along the lines of déjà-vu, to which he brushed off immediately. Matt then wondered where his destination was, to which he couldn't remember either. Though to be honest with himself, he didn't really care at the moment, enjoying the view.

Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, Matt heard a voice. "Matt? Matt? Are you there?"

Matt's eyes widened. He knew that voice. Thinking quickly, he rammed his foot into his brake, causing the car to swerve slightly before coming to a complete stop on the paved road. Matt then quickly jumped out the car and looked every which way he could to find who'd called him.

"Spyro? Spyro, Is that you?" Matt asked.

"By the Ancestors, it worked! You can hear me?"

"Of course I can…I guess," Matt replied. "Wait a minute, what's going on here? Where are you? I can't see you."

"Listen carefully to me, Matt. You're dreaming right now. Right now, I'm communicating with you through the Pool of Visions back in the Temple."

"You are?" Matt asked. "You mean this is really you?"

"Yep, and Cynder's right here with me," Spyro replied. " She says hi, by the way. However, I can't keep this up for much longer so I'll have to keep this short. I need you to rerturn to the Dragon Realms as soon as you can."

"Huh? Why? Is something wrong?"

"I don't have time to explain, Matt. Just please get here as soon as you can. This is really important."

"Hold on a minute! Spyro…!"

"See you soon.."

Suddenly, Matt found himself awake once more in a cold sweat, breathing a little heavy after what he'd just heard.

"Did that really just happen?" Matt asked himself as he whirled his legs around so his feet were touching the floor. "How bizarre…"

Somehow, someway, Spyro had managed to contact him on his own. It had been at least seven or eight months since he'd left the Dragon Realms. Whatever it was the purple dragon needed him for, it must have sounded urgent or else he wouldn't have gone to all the trouble to call Matt himself. The Keyblader made up his mind very quickly, hurrying over to his pilot seat once more to lock in his destination coordinates.

"Hold on, guys," he said. "I'm on my way." He then remembered something very important. Matt looked down upon his wrist, smiling widely. "It's good timing too…" Around his wrist was a small, black band with a white jewel in the middle. The jewel was shining very dimly at the moment, being farther away from it's counterpart. However, as he got closer and closer to the Dragon Realms, Matt knew the jewel would shine a little more brightly.

With one hand on the wheel, Matt took the wrist with the band on it and placed it over his heart, remembering just who had that other band and what it meant to them both.

"…I've got a promise to keep."

And there you have it! I'm sorry for the briefness, but I promise that the next few chapters on should be a lot longer. Also, I'll do my best to get the chapters out on a somewhat regular basis. However, I'm still a college student, so i can't make any promises.

What lies ahead for our heroes? What sort of danger could there possibly be this time? Find out soon!

Peace out,

Biz