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Oh and the time is after the Dawn of the Dragon (It isn't even out yet -.-) where Spyro and Cynder (3 years after the Eternal Night.Which were all of Spyro,Cynder, and Sparx in a crystal) defeat the Dark Master. (Malefor, the first purple dragon)

Here's the first Chapter:

The Legend of Spyro:Shadows of the Past
Chapter 1:Victory...almost

It was midnight, but Spyro was still awake. Victory at last!he thought, Now we can finally relax. And so it seemed. But not all things are as they appear. For while they had deafeated Malefor, there were still many evil presences left in the world. An hour later, sleep finally came.
The next day, he awoke to find Ignitus distressed. "What is it?" Spyro asked.
"I'm afraid I have bad news." Ignitus responded.
"Tell me something I DON'T know" Sparx remarked.
"When the Dark Master escaped from the Well of Souls..." Ignitus trailed off.
"He wasn't the only one to escape" he whispered.
"Oh great. More evil psycho dragons trying to take over the world" Sparx said, crossing his arms.
"What can I do?" Spyro asked.
"You can stay at the Temple and recover from your fight with the Dark Master." Ignitus answered, "The other Guardians and I will try to gather information"
Reluctantly, Spyro did as he was told.

To be continued...


Sorry it was short i got interrupted.

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The Legend of Spyro:Shadows of the Past
Chapter 2: Bad Tidings

After Spyro woke up,three days later, he decided to see if the Guardians had returned. They had not. He bagan to worry, because Ignitus had said that they would return that day. He went to check on Cynder. The other day he had told her about what Ignitus had said, and she had been worried sick. When he reached where she slept, she was gone.Again?!he thought. He went out to find her. An hour later, he did. She was next to the unconscious body of Volteer.
"What the hell happened?!" He exclaimed.
"That's what I was asking myself" Cynder replied.
"I guess only Volteer here knows"
"Yeah"
"I wonder when he'll wake up"

Three hours later...

"Ugh...what...happened?" Volteer mumbled.
"We were hoping you knew." Spyro said.
"All I remember is seeing 10 dragons in the distance."
"10?!"
"Absolutly, Without doubt."
"Aaaaargh...the ranting begins..." Sparx grumbled.
"Cut it out, Sparx." Spyro said.
"What elements?" Questioned Cynder
"Errr..." Volteer said.
"Oh my gosh the ranting-theosaurus-and-dictionary-reading-electric-breathing-king is at a loss for words!!!" Sparx said, flabbergasted.
"Argh, shut up Sparx" Cynder said.
"Why dont you shov--" Sparx said.
"Back on topic, we need to get back to the temple" Spyro interupted.
"Absolutly an incredible idea. Let's go" Volteer agreed.
They returned to see the entire Temple in disarray. The leader of the intruders was even more shocking to Cynder.
"Talonfyre" She said.
"What?" Spyro asked.
"Another dragon twisted by the Dark Master"
"Uh-oh. Here she comes!"
"Wait...who is that?"
"Hmmm...so you don't remember, eh?" said a voice.
"!!!"

The Legend of Spyro:Shadows of the Past
Chapter 3: Dark Reunion, Light Reunion

"Gaul." Spyro uttered darkly.
"Hahaha! So you remember, eh whelpling?" Gaul said, chuckling.
"How could I? Big,ugly butt ape with bad breath." Spyro said with a smirk.
"This time it will be your demise."
"Big words, small brain. BRING IT"
Gaul lunged at Spyro, and Spyro nimbly dodged. Spyro used his Earth Flail, but Gaul jumped out of the way. It went on for hours until Spyro had enough. He needed something that Gaul didn't know and therefore couldn't dodge. He recalled the words Ignitus had said long ago:

Close your eyes, clear your mind. Forget what you thought you knew about yourself. Forget yourself. Only then can you remember what your ancient blood already knows...

A burst of bright light. A shining figure in the center of the crowd that had built up.
"Spyro? Buddy...?" Sparx said.
The dust settled. The figure was Spyro. He ran and then clawed Gaul. But it was not a normal slash. Along with Spyro, four dragon spirits formed a circle around Gaul, and in unison with Spyro, attacked. Gaul howled with pain. Spyro let loose an orb of pure light. It hit Gaul and knocked him back 3 feet. With a growl of rage, Gaul charged at Spyro. He had fallen for the trap. Spyro unleashed his Light fury. A brilliant flash of white light. When Sparx and Cynder opened their eyes, Gaul, and most of the invasion force, were gone.
"WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!" Sparx cried.
"Nice job Spyro!" Cynder cheered.
"Excellent battle!" Gratified Volteer.
"Thanks..." Spyro said, looking like he was going to faint.
"Oh no-no-no.We have parties to do!" Sparx scolded.
"I have just the people." He continued, "The llama people."
They all laughed, except Sparx.
"Now, what happened to Talonfyre? If Cynder returned to normal, she would too." Spyro pointed out.
"Hmmmm, good question..." Cynder said.
Spyro,Cynder and Sparx went to check on Talonfyre. Sure enough, she was back to normal. Her talons were seemingly on fire. Cynder followed his eyes then said:
"She is a prophecied dragon from her tribe"
"Oh...thanks"

To be continued...

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The Legend of Spyro: Shadows of the Past
Chapter 4: When Stories Come Alive

Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx continued to wait. It had been 6 hours since Spyro had defeated Gaul. He was beggining to get anxious. This is much longer than Cynder took to recover he thought. He had started to doubt she was even alive. Then, at long last, she stirred. Faintly, but noticable. He glanced at Cynder and Sparx. They had seen it too. Spyro waited with quiet anticipation. Another movement. This time it was larger. Spyro sighed with relief. They needed to know what happened to the Temple. Finnaly, Talonfyre gained consciousness.
"What happened here?" Spyro asked immediatly.
"Uhh..ahh..uuuuuuu.........." was his response.
"What happened here?" he asked again, this time louder.
"Who...who are you...?" Talonfyre asked weakly.
"Don't worry. We're friends"
"Urgh...how can I be sure.....?"
"Because of me." Cynder replied.
"Cyn..der?"
"Yes, it's me."
"The last time I saw you was... about 4 years ago."
"3, to be exact"
"Oh....who's he?"
"Spyro, the purple dragon."
"Last time I heard of the purple dragon I was ordered to kill him if you failed."
"Yes, I remember. If you failed it was the turn of...Wraach."
"Oh yeah...him..."
"Sorry to interrupt but...WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!" Spyro said.
"Err...oh...yeah.We were ordered, by Gaul, to come and kill anyone inside. He was no doubt trying to kill you, Spyro."
"Nothing ever changes." He said with a sigh.
"Haha, I see you've met him."
"Eh, the guy doesn't have a sense of humor."
They all laughed.
"Well, when Wraach hears of Gaul's failure he'll be mad." Tlonfyre mentioned.
"You mean...he's the one behind this?" Cynder asked.
"Yes."
"Damn...I was hoping you wouldn't say that."
"Wait a minute...who's Wraach?" Spyro asked.
"I was hoping you wouldn't wouldn't ask that either. Wraach was my mate when I was with the Dark Master. He's a dragon of chaos."
"Wait.....CHAOS?!..."
"Yes...why?"
"When I was contacting the Ancestors in my battle with Gaul, they said something about a dragon of Chaos killing one of the Guardians...Ignitus..."
"Well, we need to stop him!"
"They also said he's at... a place called the Fortess of the Doomed."
"Yeah. Great name. Can't wait to go there." Sparx said sarcasticly.
"I'll get the map." Spyro said.
He returned with a slightly singed piece of paper. On it was a map of the known territories, areas, Kingdoms, and cities/forts/camps. Spyro looked at it. What the-- he thought, It's not here!
"Well? Where is it?" Sparx said impatiently.
"It's...not here." Spyro stated.
"How can it not be?" Talonfyre protested.
"It's not charted it--"
"Wait! I have a map of is territory! We can connect it to the other map to see."
Spyro did so. It matched perfectly at the corner opposite where the Temple was. Spyro checked the distance between them. It was--
"3796 MILES!?!" Cynder shouted.
"We'll never make it!" Spyro said.
They were interrupted by a shadow going over head. A parchment floated down to the ground lazily, landing on a death cap mushroom. Sparx picked it up and narrarated:

Dear Talonfyre

As you already know, I want that accursed purple dragon and Cynder, preferably alive. Especially Cynder. I have a deal to offer for her, enclosed below along with a message for the purple dragon if you have him too if you have her. When you finish reading this letter, burn it.

Signed, Wraach

The letter for Spyro he read alone

Dear purple dragon,

You probably are looking for your mentor...Ignitus. If you hand over Cynder I will set him free to you. It would save you alot of trouble. Consider it, and send a note in the paper below.

Signed, Wraach

He wrote to Wraach:

Dear Wraach,

Why do you even bother? You already know. Even if I would it would only turn out a trap. My answer is no. Go choke on your own tail, jackass.

From, Spyro, the purple dragon.

He passed Cynder's letter to her to read alone too:

Dear Cynder,

Come back to the darkness, my dragoness. I can give you power again. Like you couldn't even imagine. I am now more powerful than the Dark Master ever was. Send a note on the page below.

With love, Wraach

Cynder wrote:

Dear Wraach,

Tempting, but no. Oh, and Talonfyre won't respond. She's on our side now. And by the time we reach you, and we know where you are, Spyro will be more powerful than you ever were, are, or will be. Because you'll be dead. You never were like me and Talonfyre. You were born evil. I'll never accept you as my mate again.

With hate, Cynder


TO BE CONTINUED

Just so readers know, Wraach (Real name Wraach-Ur, Dragon God of Chaos) is a character created by someone on deviantART. This story was a gift to the creator about Wraach reawakening inside the body of a boy named Peter, who had the ability to change into a dragon with purple scales (though not Spyro) and fell in love with a girl named Cynder with the same ability. He transformed into Wraach-Ur by his own desire for revenge and power and Cynder rejected his evil form. Keep in mind this is the modern world so the first Spyro and Cynder are now dead and dragons exctinct on Earth.Here is the story:

Bloody bodies and screams littered the land as the dragon raged, destroying all that stood in it's path, it's 3 tails flailing all around as the moonlight glanced off it's Jet black scales and Blood Red underbelly. He had been awaken; The Dragon God of Chaos Wraach Ur!


And it is all this boy's fault that he has awoken...


Peter had been walking home that day from school, the prison of ridiculing and beating. He had had the roughest day of his life as a teenager, First he wakes up late, then he gets pummeled by everyone in Gym class, and then failed 2 of the most important tests of the year. I guess you could say he was pretty depressed right now.

"I just wish that i could get away from it all...and maybe teach those bastards a lesson while im at it..." Peter mumbled, taking a detour down a dark alleyway to get home. "I just wish i had the power to do what i wanted, when i wanted..." He continued, making another turn into a smaller alleyway.

"Humans are so disgusting arent they?" A voice said.
"What was that? Who is there?" Peter yelled, taking up a defensive stance and looking around.
"Why, I am what you wisssshed for, issss it not? You want powerrrrrr? I can give it to you. You want rrrrrevenge? I can make it all the sweeter. You just have to let me make sssssome...alterrrrrrrationsssss...to your body...that isssss all..."
"What...kind...of changes...?" Peter asked, slackening his pose with a curious look in his eyes.
"Oh...jusssssst....theessssse kind..." The voice said, stepping out into the light, Revealing a Black and Red Dragon with 3 tails, a flail on one, a sythe on another and another that looked like it was n fire.
"Wh-what are you?" Peter screamed, backing away into the wall, trapping himself there.
"Im what you would call...a Drrrrragon!" The beast said, lunging for Peter, his entire body being absorbed into peter's.

"Aaaaah!" Peter screamed, running away after that, managing to get to his house and locking the doors behind him.
"That....was....crazy...." Peter panted, sitting down on his couch. "I guess it was just a hallucenation though..." He thought to himself, turning on the TV and the News popping on.

"And the witnesses say that it was a Large Black and Red dragon with 3 different tails that brought about this damage, Officials believe this to be all a prank."

The TV Shut off.

"Ok...maybe i wasnt hallucenating..." He thought, a little more scared than usual. "Nothing that a good night's sleep wont fix." He said, getting up off the couch and walking upstairs, but before he could get to the stairs, an extreme pain overtook his body, causing him to scream out in pain and collapse onto the floor.
One look at his body told him all that he needed to know; His skin was splitting, bloodily, Nails being pushed off in a bloody mass and large black claws taking their place, the same happening on his feet. "Wh-what is happening to me?" He screamed, clutching his head as it started to take a draconic shape, his skin splitting off in a mass of blood and being replaced by Black scales on his body with Red scales on his underbelly.

"I thought thissss issss what you wanted? I thought you wanted rrrrevenge? I thought you wanted Powerrrrr?" The same voice from earlyer said to him in his mind.
"Yes, but i didnt want it this way!"
"Oh well...Too late now...Just enjoy it while it lasts..." The dragon said in his mind, continuing the transformation.

Meanwhile, A large tail burst out of his backside, gaining in size and definition untill it split into three, One with a flail on it, another with a sythe like appendage on it, and another that seemed to be on fire, Along with a large set of wings, Leaving Peter writhing in pain and screaming at the top of his lungs as spikes started growing out of his spine and horns grew out of his head. Legs plumping out with extreme muscle and growing in size in general, by the time this was all done, he was a good 12'6" in size and the house was covered in flaps of skin, massive amounts of blood and most of what was in the house destroyed either by his transformation or by his flailing tails

"Yessss.....Thisss issss what i wanted..." Peter said with a rather draconic grin, which got wiped off his face as he started gaging as if he was coughing up a hairball and spat something out. As he looked at it, he got an immense urge to eat it; His own heart, which he did in an instant, giving a massive energy burst and causing his eyes to glow red.

"I...Have...Awoken!!!" Wraach Ur laughed, jumping out of the house by busting a hole in the ceiling.

"This world will pay for what it has done to me..." He laughed, swooping down from the skies and begining his first attack in over a millenia.

Here's the first story and why has noone commenting? >.>

âWhat the hell man?â Jack yelled, standing up and throwing the controller away. âYou headshot me again...what the hell? With an Xbox 360 controller tooâ
Peter dropped the his controller on the armchair, âDude...don't get mad at me just because you sucksâ he said.
âI suck? I'm on the top 100 on Halo 3 my friendâ
âYeah...top 100...and your are the 100...but I'm the 1â Peter said, smiling.
Jack grabbed his controller, âWell...let's play againâ he said, assuming a very hardcore gamer style position.

Two hours later...the stopped playing. Peter turned off the system, and he walked toward the fridge, âDude...my fingers hurtsâ he said, grabbing two beers, and throwing one of them to the friend.
âMy legs hurt...I don't know why...maybe I play with my legs, and I don't even noticeâ Jack said, grabbing the beer, and opening it.
âYou cross your legs while playing...that's why they hurtâ Peter said, walking back to the armchair.
Jack snored, and then he started drinking the beer.

Two minutes later...they finished drinking. And in that moment...someone knocked at the door. âWhy the hell do they knock at the door...I placed a doorbell for a reasonâ Peter said, throwing the bottle out of the window, and standing up.
âMaybe one of those little kids are trying to mock you...do you remember what you did the last time you met themâ Jack said, following Peter through the hallway.
âHey! They started to throw eggs at my house...I simply did the same with themâ
âYeah...but I don't think that rotten eggs and fresh eggs are the same thingâ
âWell...I couldn't eat those eggs, and I didn't want to waste fresh eggs...so what? You did the same with your Biology teacher last semesterâ
âI throw tomatoes...not eggsâ
âYeah whateverâ

Peter opened the door...and he saw the delivery boy, with his stupid bicycle, and with a small package in his hands. âFLYING DELIVERY!â he yelled, throwing the package.
Peter dodged the package...that crashed right on Jack's face. âAH...YOU SON OF A...â Jack yelled, looking at the boy, that was already running away.
âLet me handle thisâ Peter said, grabbing a small rock, and throwing it at the boy. Two seconds later...the rock hit the boy's bicycle...and he felt to the ground.
âWow...niceâ Jack said, stepping forward.
Peter smiled, âThose two years in the baseball league have been useful after allâ he said, picking up the package, âWhat's this by the way...I didn't order anythingâ
âMaybe it's just publicityâ Jack said, walking back inside, soon followed by the friend.

They sat down on the chairs in front of the kitchen table. Peter opened the package with his pocket knife....revealing the content of the box. There were two bottles...a note...and...one hundred dollars.
âWhat the hell?â Peter said, picking up the note. âOkay...let's see...Conlgaturation...Conglaturation? Who the hell wrote this thing?â
âProbably some idiot that doesn't know how to writeâ Jack said, picking up the two bottles.
Peter sighed, âWell...conglaturation...you won our special prize...our special Spyro mixtures...Spyro mixtures...ah...now I get itâ he said, slapping his forehead.
âWhat?â Jack said, putting the mixtures on the table.
âI joined a contest when I bought one of the Spyro games...they said that the first prize was something that every Spyro fan can only dream ofâ
âAnd what it is? Some...unknown substance...and one hundred dollars? Oh...and a note written by an idiot?â
âDon't be so tragic...maybe those...mixtures....or whatever they are...are some delicious...whatever...let's read the noteâ Peter said, looking at the piece of paper again, âThese special mixtures can make your dreams come true...just drink it...and you will seeâ
âOkay...they are just some delicious applejuiceâ Jack said, looking at one of the bottle.
âApplejuice is not violetâ Peter said, grabbing the other bottle.
âOkay....it's Coca Cola redux thenâ Jack said, while opening the small bottle.
Peter did the same, and then...for some reason...he drank the whole thing. âIt taste like...Grapes...I thinkâ he said, putting the bottle on the table.
âReally? Well...let's tryâ Jack said. Then, he drank the mixture just like Peter did, âThis taste like...Coca Cola with peach tea and mountain dewâ
âAnd it taste good?â Peter asked, leaning forward, âMan...you have problemsâ
âJust shut up...anyway...what do you want to do with those money? Pizza party with friends?â
âWith one hundred dollars? I doubt it...maybe I can buy a new Xbox 360 game...or something like thatâ Peter said, standing up.
Jack did the same, âNow? But the shops are close at 10:00 Pmâ he said, following Peter.
Peter smiled, âWell...there is a shop that it's open all day and nightâ he said, turning around.
âYou mean...â
âThat's right Jack...let's goâ

Lan Paradise was not really a game shop...but it sells games, it's open all day and night, and more importantly...there are tournaments, were you can win money, games, gadgets, and so on. Peter and Jack walked inside the gigantic place, full of computers and gaming consoles.
âAl right...that's what I'm talking aboutâ Peter said, walking toward the counter, âCall of Duty 4 tournament...first prize...20000 dollarsâ
âWhat? Seriously?â Jack said, running toward the poster that Peter was reading, âThat will be a piece of cake for two master like usâ
âFor a master like meâ
âShut upâ
Jack signed for the tournament, and then he picked up the number of the computer he was going to use. While doing so...he felt an itching sensation in his back...he started scratching it. Peter noticed that, and he asked, âIs there something wrong?â
Jack sighed, âMy back...it's itching...but don't worry, I will surviveâ he said, sitting on his chair, âAnd by the way...I will forget it as soon as I start owning everyoneâ
Peter sighed, âWe are against each other...we will see about thatâ

A few minutes later, the tournament started. Peter and Jack had no problems at all...every single player looked like a CPU controlled player...in other words...there were a lot of noobs. And at the end...Spyro666 (Peter) and Meteorstorm233 (Jack) were in semifinals...along with two other players...KaiKa919, and Cynder666.
âSee? What did I just tell you Peter? We are almost there...the final battle between...hey...are you scratching your chest?â Jack said, looking at his friend.
Peter nodded, âIt started itching while I was playing against that guy...Noob44...I don't know why...â he said, sitting on an empty chair. âWhat about your back?â
âNow my right arm is itching...what the hell is happening?â Jack said, taking off his shirt.
âWHAT THE HELL!â Peter yelled, standing up, and stepping back. Jack's back was entirely covered by violet scales, and those scales were also growing on his right arm.
âOh my god...what's happening to me?â Jack said, almost panicking.
Peter held his breath, âOh...noâ he said, taking off his shirt too. The same thing was happening to his chest...violet scales...that vaguely made him look like...
âPeter...the shirts!â Jack said, looking at some people that were walking toward them. They both wore their shirts...just in time.

Two people were walking toward them: a good looking girl with black violet hairs, and a tall guy with a big mustache. The girl stepped in front of Peter, and she looked at him, So...you must be Spyro666...nice to meet you...I'm Cynderâ she said, offering him her hand.
Peter didn't move...that voice...the same voice he heard while playing Spyro: A new beginning. He slowly shook her hand, âNice to meet you too...hem...Cynderâ he said.
She smiled, and then he turned to Peter's friend, âWell...looks like you are the next I have to beat...piece of cakeâ she said, smiling.
Jack snored, âWe will see about thatâ he said, looking at the other guy.
âWell...see you on the battlefieldâ She said...and then she walked away, the other guy following her.

âWell...â Jack said, turning to the computer screen, âI have someone to defeatâ
âWhat? Jack...did you see what's happening to us? We can't stay hereâ Peter said, sitting on the nearest chair.
Jack turned around, âI thought the same thing...but did you see them? I don't want to let them win with forfeit...I will look like a cowardâ
âSometimes being a coward is better than being like a monster...and what if the transformation go on? I'm sure that those mixture are going to do more than just change our skinâ
âI will take the risk...now Peter...defeat that mustache guy...then one of us will forfeit...that's allâ
Jack turned back to the screen, and he got ready to fight. Peter sighed, and he walked away to his computer, knowing full well that he had no choice.

Defeating the mustache guy was easy...Peter was a master of headshots.
âSpyro666 winsâ the speaker said. Peter smiled, and he anxiously waited for his friend to defeat the girl. But what he heard...was not what he wanted to hear.
âCynder666...winsâ
Peter stood up, and he ran toward Jack's computer. Jack was there...almost paralyzed.
âJack...what the hell did you do?â Peter asked, grabbing his friend, and shaking him.
He turned around, âI don't know...she appeared out of nowhere, and she killed me with the knifeâ
âShe killed you with the knife? That's a noob mistakeâ Peter yelled, sitting on the nearest chair, âWhat now? If we stay here...â
âWe will stay here Peter...you will defeat that girl...there are 20000 dollars that are waiting for usâ
Peter checked his chest...the scales were reaching his back, hi arms, his legs...and his head. âIt's too dangerous...these thing are going to be impossible to hideâ
âUse theseâ Jack said, and then he threw the small gauntlets he was wearing to the friend...revealing two clawed hands.
âJack...your hands...â
âI will keep them hidden...now go and defeat herâ he said, hiding his claws.
Peter sighed, âAlright...but if something goes wrong...it will be your faultâ

The final match started. Peter immediately took his favorite weapon...the sniper riffle. Then he started looking for the girl...she was probably hiding somewhere, waiting to backstab him with a knife. Five minutes passed, and Cynder was nowhere to be found.
âThat girl is mocking me...I'm sure of itâ Peter said, still looking at the screen.
âKeep looking for her...she will commit a mistake soon enoughâ Jack said, his hands still hidden in his pockets.
Suddenly, Peter saw someone in the distance, and he carefully aimed with the riffle.
âAdios girlâ he said, and he pushed the trigger....missed.
âHow did you miss her...she was...look out!â
Cynder decided to attack, and she started shooting with...a gun. âShe is using a gun? What the hell is she trying to do?â Peter said, hiding behind a container.
âShe is mocking you...no one is so stupidâ Jack said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, âPeter move on...something is wrong with my backâ
âWhat? Other scales or...â
Suddenly, Jack's shirt started to tear apart...two leathery wings were growing from his back. âDammit!â he yelled, running toward the bathroom.
Peter turned around, and he saw that the girl was hidden behind a container. âGotchaâ he said, grabbing his gun, and running in front of the container...bad move. The girl threw a grenade...and explosion...and then the voice, âCynder666 winsâ.

Peter stood up, and he kicked his chair away...angrily. He slowly walked toward the bathroom, ignoring the people that were saying âLoserâ âNoobâ and so on.
The bathroom's door was locked, âJack...is everything alright?â Peter asked, knocking at the door.
âNo...you lostâ Jack said, his voice sounding a little...weird.
âShe tricked me...and I lost...but what about you? Luckily no one noticed your...wingsâ
âThe wings are no the only problem here...come in...and you will seeâ
Jack unlocked the door, and then Peter walked in. Jack...or what was suppose to be Jack...was standing in the middle of the room. The scales covered his whole body, and what happened to his hands...happened to his feet too...claws. Two leathered wings were growth on his back...and even a long draconian tail was growth. His face completely changed...it became a draconian muzzle. In other words...Peter was standing in front of a creature...that wasn't supposed to exist.
âJack...you look like...â Peter said, amazed.
âYeah...a little bigger and more...anthropomorphic...but definitely...those mixtures were really able to...realize your dreamsâ Jack said, stepping forward, âYeah...your dreamsâ
Peter stepped back, noticing that his feet were changing, âWhat do you mean?â
âTHIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!â Jack yelled, almost roaring.
âHey! You drank that thing on your own free will....I didn't do anythingâ Peter said, trying to calm down the mad friends.
âYeah...maybe...but still...you made this happenâ
âAre you sure?â Someone said from outside the bathroom.
They didn't have to think to understand who spoke, âCynder?â Peter asked, turning around.
âObviously...good match my friend...you gave me some troublesâ She said, probably smiling while doing so.
âWhy did you say...are you sure?â Peter asked, standing in front of the closed door.
She laughed, âOh...because...I sent you those mixtures...if your friend wants to kill someone...that would be meâ she said, still laughing, âWell...why don't you open the door...so I can explainâ
Peter looked at his feet...they were prefect dragon claws....then he felt a strange itching sensation in his neck...his head was going to change. âOkayâ he said, unlocking the door.
The girl walked in...when Jack saw her, he jumped back, âHey...I'm nakedâ he said, trying to hide.
âDon't worry...you have anything to hideâ she said, smiling.
Jack looked down, âOh...well...still...I don't like being nakedâ he said.
Cynder sighed, âLookâ. She stepped back...and a strange dark violet light surrounded her. Slowly...his body started to glow...and after a few seconds...the well known dark dragon Cynder appeared in his place, âThere...Now...as you can see...I don't wear clothes too...are you happy now?â
Jack simply stood there, amazed, and scared. Peter wasn't scared...actually, he suddenly had a crush for her. âHow...what...youâ he tried to say.
The dragoness smiled, âWell...I owe you some explanation...listenâ

She explained that she was a dark guardian angel...she existed to grant the wishes of the special souls that lived on hearth. She found Peter and Jack, and she decided to grant their wish...become one of the creature of their dreams.
âAnd that's it...â she said at the end.
âJust one thing...why do you...â
âWhy do I look like a videogame character?â She asked, smiling, âWell...they inspired from an ancient legend...and about you...well...I simply used some magic to create this form...that's allâ
Peter looked at his clawed hands, âWhen is this going to end?â he asked, looking at the dragoness.
âOh don't worry...your transformation is just a little slower...but it will be over in a few hoursâ she said, still smiling, âOh...looks like I have to goâ
She changed back into his human form, and she walked away. âWaitâ Peter yelled, âWhen can I see you again?â No answer.

âOkay Peter...what now?â Jack said, looking at his body, âIf she can change back...I can change back too...hold on a secâ
Jack closed his eyes. After a few minutes...his body started to glow...and soon enough...he was human again.
âWow...you understand very fastâ Peter said, sitting on the floor, and taking off his shirt, sure that the wings were going to grow...soon. In fact...two seconds later...two leathered wings erupted from his back. And after that...a tail did the same...ripping Peter's pants. The transformation became faster...Peter's face started to change, while his internal organs were starting to reorganize and reshape. His face became a draconian muzzle...with golden yellow horns, and spikes on his head and back. In the end...he looked like an anthro version of his favorite character.
âWow...I look better than youâ Jack said, laughing.
âYou look exactly the sameâ Peter said, with a voice that simply...didn't belong to him.
âYeah...definitely funnyâ Jack said, still laughing.

Two hours later, Peter went back home...Jack following him...both in human form. âWhat a dayâ Peter said, while scratching his head.
âYeah...and consider that...hey...there is a letter for youâ Jack said, picking up a letter that was laying on the floor.
Peter took the letter, and he started reading it, âMister Pendragon...here is the first prize of the contest...you last opponent was cheating...congratulationsâ
The envelope contained the 20000 dollars. Jack took the money, âMan...that's awesomeâ he said, starting to count the money. Peter checked the envelope...there was a note, âMiss Cynder666 wanted to let you know...that she is going to meet you soon. P.s she doesn't know how to write...reallyâ
Peter threw the envelope and the note on the table...he couldn't be happier.

Meanwhile...Cynder was walking in the street....and suddenly...he felt something...something that she didn't feel before. It wasn't only coming from the Peter Pendragon...but from her also. âCan this be...love?â She asked herself, stopping in the middle of the street. She wondered...did Peter fall in love with her? And she also felt in love with him. She decided to check it out, and she took flight...destination...Peter's house.

âTell me Peter...you felt in love with miss Cynder, didn't you?â Jack said, still looking at the money on the table.
âStop looking at the money Jack...by the way...maybe...â
âMaybe?â Jack said, standing up from the armchair, âJust maybe...you totally love her...I saw your face while looking at herâ
Peter couldn't help but nod. It was true...he felt in love with Cynder...and the fact that she was nowhere to be found...made him sad.
But then....someone knocked at the door. âNot those kids againâ Peter said, standing up, and walking toward the door. He unlocked the door, and he opened it, âListen...I'm tired of this...â
Standing in his garden...there was the beautiful dragoness Peter met at the tournament. The mooinlight was shining on her scales...making her look like an angel. âListen...I...â Peter started to say.
Cynder walked in front of him...and to Peter's surprise...she kissed him. Peter suddenly transformed back into his dragon form...Cynder's kiss was like magic...but he knew very well...that the only magic he was feeling...was love.
âWere you waiting for me?â Cynder said, after a while.
Peter smiled, âObviously...come inâ
And they walked in...together...never to be alone again.




THE END

What the-- Well a glitch made all the quotations turn into those weird marks im gonna try using a quotation: "

Dude, I'm going to give one piece of advice. Do not post endless segments of the story without getting any response, probably because if you haven't got any responses, you won't know if your story is well done or not.

Frankly, I think there's way too much dialogue, poorly presented, and poorly written. That's after reading the first 3 posts.. it's really hard to go through.

K...I lost my first ones...they were better.

meh, I used to be a fan of the spyro series. I like it and all, it's just that the most recent game I've played "a new beggining" was somwhat of a letdown. It was good to have an arcadish kind of feel to it. It was kool to have different types of breath attacks but it lacked alot in the gameplay and the mood of spyro. Plus, it's kinda weird seeing the new sparx instead of hime just going bizz buzz bizz buzz buzz buzz with subtitles.

I think the Early Spyro games were the best. The new ones kinda suck.

Well if you wanna know you should buy the new ones cause they did a reboot (aka they arent gonna go back to the old ones =[) and I'm gonna get the newest one (Comes out on October 10th, I'm pretty sure) because they made some new features like armor, co-op, FLIGHT AT ANY TIME!(ZOMG) They also kinda fused the levels with a Zelda-ish dungeon thing cause they made it so you have to use your breath to cause reactions to the level and thoadthetoad the new Sparx is FUNNY! LOL. Sarcasm is the spice of life =P

this is prety good but it needs calming down a bit good work m8 !!!

8/10

Ty Shan_Stubbs =J