A/N: Hello everyone, Immortal Drake here, I've got a new story, MIA. I had read this rather cool story, Lost Contact by UNSC Inferno, and it inspired me to write a story with a similar concept, if you're wondering why I suggest you go read that story, it is really cool in my opnion.

Disclaimer: I do not own Spyro, and also any humans that resemble anyone living or dead that is not intentional, humans won't really feature in this story other than to help set it up.

Without further ado, please read, review, and enjoy.

MIA

By: Immortal Drake

The Dragon Realms, a peaceful land racked by war. This is the homeland of the dragons, their power unmatched by any other race in their world. It took one of their own turning to a dark power to bring them to their knees.

This war had been waged by Malefor, the Dark Master and legendary purple dragon, for many centuries, through his generals Gaul and Cynder. When the next purple dragon, Spyro, defeated and saved Cynder from Malefor's corruption, it began a series of events that would free Malefor from captivity and lead to a confrontation between Spyro, Cynder, and Malefor at the core of their world.

It was now that the two heroes were straining to defeat the evil dragon. Unleashing their full power in the form of a beam of purple energy, the fury attack. Malefor had launched his own fury attack at the two dragons, the three beams colliding with a bright flash.

With Malefor's power gathered at the core, it seemed that the purple dragon and black dragoness would not save their world after all.

Realizing this fact, Spyro nearly slipped into despair, but then he thought about Cynder, and that if he failed here, not only would he die, but she would as well. He could not let that happen, and with that realization a fury overtook him, giving him power. Surging forward, Spyro's and Cynder's beams collided with Malefor, sending the evil purple dragon flying backward, nearly colliding with the purple crystal that was the core.

Thinking that they couldn't beat him after all, Spyro could only gape as he saw five dragon spirits suddenly rise and surround Malefor. With a bright light, Malefor was sealed screaming into the core.

The two dragons landed, watching as the cavernous are around the core shook as the world died, falling apart at the seams as rocks fell into the molten magma below.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Spyro," Cynder said to the purple dragon, Spyro turning to the dragoness he cared for.

"It's not your fault, we couldn't have known this would happen," he said, trying to comfort her.

Cynder then turned around, spreading her wings, "Come on, let's just go, we can find somewhere," she said desperately, looking at Spyro.

"Where," Spyro replied, "the world is falling apart, I think I can stop it, I think I'm meant to," after a little thought, he continued, "Go on Cynder, get out while you can."

"No, I'm not leaving you," Cynder responded stubbornly, turning back around and stamping a front foot.

Spyro only nodded in affirmation and he closed his eyes.

"When a dragon dies, their spirit never truly leaves this world, we become one with nature, giving life back to where it once came,' the Chronicler's words echoed in Spyro's head, and something clicked.

Opening his eyes, they were now glowing white, the radiance spreading to his body as he released his power, trying to repair the damage done.

He could feel it, the world was starting to repair itself, the pieces were being surrounded in an orb of energy, and then being pulled together. Spyro then felt a tug in his gut, which only became more insistent as he continued, he didn't have enough energy, and now he was using his own life force to repair the world. This realization didn't bother the purple dragon much, he knew that he ran the risk of dying to pull this off, and if it meant saving the world and Cynder, then he was ready to pay the price.

'Young dragon,' rumbled a voice in his head, 'We have seen your valor, saving the world from the Dark Master, and are willing to pay the ultimate price, you, who have only begun to live, will be given the chance to live that life to the fullest, take this gift and use it.'

When the voice stopped, Spyro felt a rush of energy fill his body, more than enough to save the world and live to see it.

What he didn't know was that this energy would connect their world with another, one that was very different.

Lieutenant Marcus Greene walked out to the hangar, prepped for his mission. He had been serving in Iraq for a couple months now as an A-10 pilot. The A-10 had to be his favorite aircraft, with two turbofan engines generating over 9000lbs of thrust, carrying enough firepower to take out a column of tanks, and being tough enough to get home even with one engine taken out, the A-10, better known as the Warthog, was probably as close to a flying tank as it got.

He thought back to his briefing, the science techs at base had detected a strange disturbance out in the desert, and he had been chosen along with his plane to go and check it out.

Climbing into the cockpit as the technicians finished making the final checks, Greene was given the go-ahead. Being towed out onto the runway by a maintenance vehicle, Greene went through the mental checklist, checking and then double-checking and finding everything in order. Greene was given the green light, and revved the twin engines on his plane, the roar comforting him and sending adrenaline through his veins at the same time. Taxiing a short distance, the A-10 lifted off the runway and into the sky.

"ETA to the object is three minutes and counting," Marcus' radio crackled as he flew over the desert terrain, "You should be able to see it anytime now."

"Roger, keeping an eye on the ground, Templar-1 out," Marcus replied, his goggled eyes scanning the ground below for anything unusual.

The A-10 had been fitted with a generalized arsenal for this mission, the two outermost wing pylons carried Maverick air-to-surface missiles, the remaining wing pylons carried Sidewinder air-to-air missiles. The pylons on the fuselage carried two LDGP mk.82 500-lb bombs, the starboard pylon carrying a laser guidance pod. The GAU-8/A 30mm cannon mounted in the aircraft's nose was loaded with standard armor-piercing incendiary rounds.

All that Marcus could see was the vast flat desert down below, even though he should see it by now. Looking forward, something flashed down below, doing a double-take, Marcus checked again to make sure he wasn't seeing anything.

What he saw looked like a big, glowing, cloud, with a purple haze surrounding it. "Uh, home base," he said uncertainly into his radio.

"Go ahead Templar-1," came the response.

"I think I see the anomaly, and it's a big, glowing cloud," he stated, his voice betraying his disbelief.

"Templar-1, can you repeat that," sounded the incredulous voice of the comms controller back at base.

"I repeat, I am seeing a big, purple, glowing cloud," Marcus repeated as he went to take a pass over the cloud.

"You know your orders, see if it responds to something," answered the controller.

"Roger," Marcus replied, flipping the arming switch for the cannon. Swinging the aircraft around, Marcus brought the cannon to bear on the cloud, releasing a short burst into the haze. There was no reaction to the rounds from the cloud, Marcus couldn't even see the impacts on the sands the rounds should have made.

"I see no reaction from here, what's the readings say back home," Marcus asked.

"The anomaly is reacting," the technician answered, "We are seeing it take on a shape similar to a singularity, it is rotating."

As soon as the reply finished, Marcus felt a tug on his aircraft, "Holy shit, it's got me," he cried into his radio, "trying to pull away."

No matter how much the lieutenant throttled up the engines on the A-10, it could not pull away, it was now achieving something the Warthog was not designed to do, hover, as the cloud started pulling at them. Looking below, he could see sand being sucked into the whirlwind.

"It's no use, I'm bailing out," Marcus yelled into the radio, reaching down to the lever and pulling it, the cockpit canopy being blown away with an explosion and the seat launching after it. Once free from its control, the A-10 started somersaulting and whirling through the air, and into the cloud, where it disappeared with a flash.

And as soon as it had, the cloud itself disappeared, to the astonishment of Marcus.

Weapon Systems: Online

Radar: Online

Laser Guidance Systems: Online

Engines: Online

Activating Cameras

The A-10's cameras stuttered into activation, surprisingly, only one angle was available. A pain shot through his systems.

'Ugh, my head,' he thought, 'Wait, I can think!'

At this thought, he had another, 'I, can feel, what is going on here.'

Turning his cameras, the A-10 looked to see himself in a forest, which didn't make sense, he had been flying over the Iraq desert last her remembered. 'Wait, I can remember, what happened,' he mentally asked himself. Turning his cameras more, he looked to find a fuselage not his own.

It was big and bulky, the same tan color he had been painted to serve in Iraq, matching the color of the sand quite well. He also appeared to be more machine than organic, and saw that he had kept his engines, which sat on his back while slightly behind two strange appendages that looked like they may be wings. Marked on his side was the acronym for the USAF. Behind this a tail extended, the same color as the rest of him. He now had four legs, each ending in paws that each had four digits with claws on the ends.

'If I didn't know better, I would say I am a dragon,' he thought, then looking over himself, 'Also, how am I a male?'

He reasoned that he wasn't going to get any answers as to what had happened to him, he decided that to do that he needed to get up and move.

Drawing his left legs under him, the A-10 then rolled onto his belly. Pushing upward, he unsteadily got to his feet. Looking around for the first time, he found just how much a strange place he had landed in. The trees towered over him, making him feel very small, and not only that, they had to be the strangest trees he had ever seen. With no branches down on the lower levels, the trees were bare bark until high above the A-10's head.

Looking back down on the ground, the A-10 found large mushrooms that also were bigger than him, 'Just how small did I get,' he couldn't help thinking.

Shaking the thought away, the A-10 decided to try walking. Bringing a foot forward, he slipped and fell onto his belly again. Muttering curses under his breath, the A-10 hauled himself up again. The second try went smoother, in that he got a step out of each foot before falling onto his new snout. "Dammit, dammit dammit dammit," he muttered as he picked himself up again.

After another two tries, he seemed to have the hang of walking, only wobbling every so often, but he had only fallen once more, to his relief. It was then he picked up what sounded like a river nearby, and immediately turned toward it.

After walking for about two minutes by his mission clock, the A-10 reached the river in question. It was really more of a creek but he wasn't in the mood to debate with himself. Walking cautiously up to the edge, careful not to slip in the mud, the A-10 looked at his face.

'Well, it's decided, I'm a dragon,' he thought.

His head had a slightly square snout, filled with metal teeth, and he thought he could glimpse the edge of one of his cannon's barrels if he looked hard enough. 'At least I'm well prepped,' he thought to himself. his head also sported conical horns that had a spiral pattern winding around them. What really caught his attention were his eyes, they were a bright blue-green color, the color of his HUD his pilot would see. He thought back to the memories of the missions he had been through, blasting targets in Iraq, it had been rather fun, a smile crossing his features as he did, but it had also been to protect those in the USA from those that would do them harm.

He was broken out of his thoughts when he heard a faint scream to his left. Without thinking, the A-10 spread his wings and leapt into the air, his turbofans roaring to life.

Breaking the canopy of the leaves, the A-10 searched around for the source of the scream, his head and cameras scanning back and forth with the acuity of a hawk.

Slightly to his left he heard the scream again.

Combat Mode: Active

Safeties: Off

A HUD appeared before the A-10's cameras, displaying various things such as his altitude and various other things, including amounts of ammunition. The A-10 felt the cannon in his mouth shift forward, nearly poking through his teeth as he opened his mouth to compensate. Panels opened on his chest and shoulders, revealing the Maverick and Sidewinder missiles respectively. Panels on his sides opened as well to reveal his bombs, which extended on small racks.

Coming down through the canopy again, the A-10 found a strange scene; it looked like two other dragons, one pink and the other red, were being cornered at the bottom of one of the trees by what seemed to be apes.

That mattered not as he heard the scream again, it seemed to come from the pink dragon, and sounded like a female. This was in response to one of the apes lunging forward.

The A-10 was not going to let this happen, and swooped down in a pass that had him collide with the ape from the side. The primate was knocked silly and fell to the ground, his compatriots staring at the A-10 like he was a UFO, which to them he guessed he was.

Coming around for another pass, the A-10 revved his cannon. Immediately it fired, the rounds firing off so fast it sounded like a deadly buzz rather than individual shots, the smoke trailing behind him. Large explosions of dirt marked where the 30mm bullets impacted with enough force to disable a main battle tank. Any of the apes caught in it sent up blasts of red mist as they were hit.

Seeing that the apes weren't entirely obliterated yet, the A-10 came around. Locking his laser sight on the middle of the group, which had rallied around a much bigger ape, the A-10 fired a Maverick. The missile slid out of its pod with a hiss and a blast of fire. The apes had no time to escape as the missile landed directly on the lead ape, exploding and vaporizing the apes in one shot.

His work done, the A-10 decided to check on the two dragons.

A/N: Well, what do you think, again, the humans and Iraq is just for story purposes. Well, see you all next time. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.