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.....
They walk in shadow but fight for the light
beware, beware evil their might!
Their voices wield power of the ancient arts
no evil will ever escape their sight!
The Lightbringer's fire will deign to consume all,
fire and death are his blood and bones!
He burned a land and laid his enemies bare,
Everything cried, from woods to the stones.
But like all Fires, his will soon die,
for heroes from far and near will come to aid the cause.
Truth will bare clear the lies,
and even the mighty will have reason to give pause.
But beware mighty heroes, for luck is fickle,
your foes are cunning and strong.
But they stand on their own,
trust in your friends, you can do no wrong.
Always loved the Spyro games. They are and will forever remain close to my heart as some of my favorite games ever, and its nice to see them getting some love.
Thank you. I got to say I've only hated one Spyro game and that was Enter the Dragonfly, for its horrible story, slow game play and the way it portrayed the characters as childish and stupid in the worst possible sense. The rest I've either liked or loved, and I hope to with this story take the journey that Legend of Spyro was taking and develop it all the way. The series had great potential and I aim to as much as I can, bring it a bit closer to that potential.
I've said it a few times before but please some constructive criticism please. I'd like to improve as a writer.
Oh shit... I wish I could hug you man! You have made something I wanted for so long, I loved Spyro as a kid. You've haven't gone the good ole cliché path, instead you came up with something original, well... most of it is original anyway.
I'm 14 so I can't really spot anything wrong with it as of late.
I might learn a thing or two from you.
And I say this in old FimFiction dialects...
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MOAR!
I so totally love dragons and spyro is one of my favorites! And even though this story is interesting, you might want to write at least one sentence about Spyro in the description, should he appear in this story (which I would very disappointed if he didn't, because, after all, he is the main character, judging by the title).
btw,
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Noted: sorry for not putting him in the description, he is definitely the main character, well, one of them, I'll correct that. I'm going to take elements from other stories as well, for instance, instead of Spyro being an adopted hero like in the original Legend series, he is born into dragon nobility, with a family, one that shall be torn from him by treachery and tragedy, wua ha ha ha! Inspired by the Noble origin story in Dragon Age. As for Sparx, I really don't know what to do with him. In the original games he was the health bar, and in the Legend series he doesn't contribute much outside of cut scenes, and even then, a lot of the time he opts to hide and watch. That's not what I want him to be. Is there any ideas any of you can think of for what role he could play, whether I should include him at all, or do I change his species, make him another dragon or a human, or maybe something else entirely, maybe a Griffin? What do you think? And what other characters would you like me to include? I can't promise them all, but you can give me some options.
oh and btw, you might wanna look out for sentence construction
it should be
in the second paragraph you write that the massage filled both high and low minds and no one saw it the same way, yet you only describe what the rich think. you should change that.
4597671 Thanks again, I can't believe I missed that! Well, that's what the comments are for.
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That is the best profile picture I have ever seen:
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"I bet you're the kinda guy that would fuck a person in the ass, and not even have the god-damn common courtesy to give em' a reach-around! I'll be watchin' you!"
Oh? And mine, which is a picture of a Dunmer from Elder Scrolls, with a ebony blade and black armour isn't?
Just kidding St Gobsmaker, yours is a good avatar.
Yours is pretty good too Hollow-point, mind you since you're a soldier yourself, why not give your avatar some armour? Either modern kevlar or medieval plate steel Make him look badass!
Just out of interest, what fantasy and/or historical armies and warriors are your favourites? Fantasy wise I'm a big fan of the Rohan and Gondor armies from Lord of the Rings, though Isengard is a close second (I'm a sucker for armour, they can be true works of art!) History wise I like Classical, Medieval and Renaissance armies the best, again for the art they bring to their weapons and armour designs, the philosophies that drove the soldier and the government systems that supported the armies. Plus there's something fascinating in being trained how to use a sword or bear the weight of plate, for a moment I feel like I'm in the soldiers shoes, and sensing something of his life.
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Now I'm wondering what my avatar would look like in armor. *rubs chin thoughtfully*
4608635 Ezio. Altair. Malik. Joan of Arc. Robert Desaf.