The Legend of Spyro: Brothers Until The End

Chapter 1- In the beginning.... (Edited)

Dark storm clouds rained red droplets of water, bringing fear over hundreds or yet thousands of creatures in Avalar as The Dark Master has been freed from His Prison of Convexity and went somewhere where he could stay and come up with a plan to bring down everyone to his mercy.

The Dark Master, Or Should I Say Malefor, once a purple dragon with pure heart and mind, was corrupted by the dark energy that is feeding through his negative emotions, was causing havoc and chaos, summoning very ugly, dangerous, destructive creatures at his command with a flick of his claws.

He looked down on the lands below him, his smile is sinister, his eyes are full of malice and evil, his hearts is as cold as stone. The Dark Master smiled creepily bringing chills upon his servants as he went up to a room in what looks like to be a throne room. His dark purple irises scanned the area taking note of each and every one of his servants features.

'Fear, and loyalty, very good.' He thought with a wicked smile as he looked at all the orcs, trolls and other monsters who is kneeling in front of him, waiting for their master's command for the start of the war.

He raised his right paw and all the creatures, big and small, went up to their feet. He took a deep breath and roared a command, which would bring any lesser creatures at his knees , big or small, he will become their ruler and finally, destroy the so called legendary purple dragon that he heard in a so called prophecy. And not to mention the oh so called guardians. And let's not forget, rule this pathetic excuse of a world.

The Monsters roared in return. One by one, they marched out of the room with nothing but their special weapons of their disposal given by the Dark Master, and their souless eyes.

Once nobody was left on the throne room, the Dark Master let his body relaxed for a bit on his throne, his tense muscles loosening. He could feel it, the beginning of an end, and a new world where he could rule with an iron fist. Heh, if only....

Somewhere deep in a hidden part of the forest where amazing creatures roaming freely, unaware of the dangers the Dark Master is causing, are living in perfect harmony. In a one big but comfortable cave, lies a baby dragon with it's two parents, the one in the right snuggled closer to it's new born hatchling who is sounding asleep, snuggled back for warmth for his mother. "Mmmmmmm.." Murmured the sleeping hatchling, causing it's mother to giggle and give a proud stare at his mate.

"He is going to be a great big dragon someday my love." Says his mate as he pulled out a special necklace with small spirit stones acted as decorations around the odd dragon thing, with the word 'NIGHT' at the back of the necklace, putting it on to his newborn child.

"So,- the mother, decided to speak- "have you decided what name should we give it to him, Ragnor?"

The father, or so called 'Ragnor' nodded with a smile and said. " Yes, how about Night?-"

His sentence was interrupted when a sudden explosion erupted, not so far from here. It almost shook the entire forest causing the cave to crumble and tiny rock and debris fell. The loud noise made the little hatchling to cry in fear.

"What was THAT?!" Asked Ragnor as he was about to look outside their home, when suddenly an axe fling past him almost cutting his head in half, weren't for his quick speed and reflexes, he would be dead by that time. He then turned into a defensive stance, protecting along the child and his mate as well.

"Tria, get behind me - "his sentence was cut of short when another axe flung at him, but with swift movement, he quickly fling it back to were it is came from with his tail. He scanned the area for the upcoming attacker but come out none. When everything seems silent, he turned his head to Tria, Continuing his sentence- "Now!!"