Legend of Spyro: Equestria's Legacy

by Canicus Palentine

Prologue

On the world of Jörð, year 200 B.C.R., in the Kingdom of Targaris, there lived a mighty race who held power over the elements of nature. The race called themselves the Draig, though Men and Equestrians named them Dragons.
Over two thousand years ago, Dragon culture was considered the most sophisticated, civilized, and most powerful of all the kingdoms, the Equine peoples of the Western continent just coming together in friendship after years of an uneasy peace, and the Kingdoms of men under the guidance-ship and protection of the Dragons. They taught man how to write, to govern, to create, and much more besides, and with their magic gifts they tamed the wild weather, bringing prosperity and plenty to both them and humanity. In return humanity willingly gave the Draig precious stones and their surplus crops as a sign of gratitude and love. With this balance both kingdoms prospered and grew, and there was general content throughout the land.
Little did they know, but soon their comfortable existence would be changed forever with the arrival of the Light bringer.

No living soul knows how he came to be, or what his true motivations are, all official history records, is he came to the human city of Dawnsbreak, the richest and most powerful human city in the world, in the guise of a lowly bard, singing enchanting and seductive songs of freedom, ambition, heroism, treachery and danger. Using his arts of charisma and persuasion, he filled the cities minds, both high and low, with dreams of independence from oppression. So subtle was he, that no-one saw his message the same way as the other, the high men saw their country becoming a mighty power, no longer in need of protection but fully capable of holding its own mantle. Meanwhile the poor saw their own chance to rise above their current positions, to become their own masters free from servitude, to achieve greatness the likes of which they could only dream of. Men's hearts were so easy to corrupt.

Then a terrible disaster occurred, roughly around 70 B.C.R. Unnaturally strong storms and winds swept from the mountains, destroying crops, flooding entire villages, tearing up many trees and tossing them to the sky like rag dolls, even reaching Dawnsbreak, whose wooden houses were set ablaze by lightening.

Meanwhile far from the Kingdom of Men, the Draig, whose strength and magic power helped them tame the elements suddenly found their powers useless against this unnatural storm.

By the time the terrible winds ceased to blow the land had been devastated almost beyond recovery. But even worse, the dragons had lost their power, and man was left to rebuild what he could on his own.

But their strife had only just begun.

Sensing weakness and opportunity, the neighbouring kingdom of Centuria, whose king's heart was a black as coal, his thirst for power unquenchable decided to invade in 68 B.C.R. Tirek, who would later become known as the Exiled King, declared war on Targaria and sought to steal both Human land and Dragon power. He very nearly succeeded, but for the intervention of Prince Solaris, leader of the álfur principality from the north. Fearing the rise of the violent and powerful Centaur Empire, the álfurans were pressed into action near the end of the war by the Dragons, who at this time had swallowed their pride and turned to their Northern neighbours for magical aid, for somehow the brunt of the storm had not affected their powers. Why, historians don't know, but the tide was quickly turned, and Tirek defeated.

His Empire destroyed and the humans raging for his blood, Tirek fled with his brother Scorpan to the West, to find a new source of power to return and reclaim his birthright. It is there, I'm told he met with a fate worse than the one he fled from in Targaris, and I say good riddance.

However things were going from bad to worse for the Humans and Draig. The war had left great bitterness between the two races, who despite their victory were now at what they believed to be the lowest point of their history. Half of Humanity blamed the storms on the Dragons, for was it not their job that they should make sure disasters like that couldn't happen? Meanwhile the Dragons and their remaining supporters argued they could not stop the storms, for it had stripped them of their powers. There followed riots in the major cities, and talk of sedition and rebellion in the North of the Kingdom. Thus the rift began to grow ever larger and larger. It was at this point the Lightbringer chose to reveal himself.

His false form was that of the charismatic bard and rebel leader who had enthralled audiences across the land with tales of opportunity and liberty, his true form was that of a demon. Using his charm as the bard, he encouraged rebellion and resistance against the dragons, gathering an army of loyal followers whom he promised he would liberate from the shackles of the 'pretenders', and led them on another destructive war that consumed the continent. Still under his disguise he revealed his powers, telling his followers he had stolen it from the dragons for humanity, though this writer believes he could not have performed such a feat, as no human can cast magic, even if he wanted to. Needless to say, his followers believed him despite all logic, their thirst for conquest and blood overriding their conscience and logic. The dragons were driven out, in 5 C.R., their supporters either dead or fleeing with them to the west, while the corrupted and wicked men who served the Lightbringer fortified their position, their rule now absolute.

And to this day, no Dragon or man has returned to the East, not for a thousand years.

But my friends, that is far from the end of our tale.

It is, but the beginning.....