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The Ancrononda
Prologue
Spyro
I was off in the Beast
Makers world, collecting shrubs, swamp water, tree bark, and soil
for my father(he was making a portal and needed these things),
when I saw a dragon suddenly appear in the sky. Confused, I flew
up to check the matter out. The dragon just stared at the world
around him. I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn’t answer.
"Who are you?" I asked him. After I asked him this a
thousand times he finally answered.
"Where am I? This isn’t Mystic Mountain, is it?"
"This is the Beast Makers world, and what in the world is
Mystic Mountain?" I asked him.
"Mystic Mountain is the world in which I live," he
said. "So why are you here, and you still haven’t
answered my question. Who are you?"
"I don’t know why I’m here, and my name is
Narnrian. I was one of very few dragons left in my world. What is
your name?" Narnrian questioned.
"My name is Spyro. I live here with my father, Sadiki,"
I said, "Here we create new species and other things
related."
Suddenly, another dragon fell from the sky and landed on top of
me.
"Oh sorry," she said.
Just to let you human readers know, female dragons are usually
more slender and curved than male dragons. Females have long
hair.
"Now, who is this," I said, as she got off me.
"I am Rainbowria. Who are you two?" She asked.
"I am Spyro and this is Narnrian. You have arrived in the
Beast Makers world. Where are you from?" I said, standing.
"I’m from Rainbow Ridge. My world is not nearly as
disgusting as this one. Eeeew! There’s swamp water on my
beautiful tail!" She cried, wiping off her tail.
My father flew towards us. He stared at the a moment, his face
blank and confused.
"Who are these two?" Sadiki asked.
"These two are newcomers to our set of worlds. They are both
from different worlds and somehow they landed here. Weird
huh?" I said to Father.
"Spyro, are there any others?" Dad asked me.
"Not that I know of."
"I remember a legend that told about a dark magic that tore
dragons from other worlds and brought them to different worlds.
Sometimes this magic brought thousands and sometimes only a few.
This is bad. Usually when this occurs it means a new even more
powerful enemy has arrived," Father informed.
"Why do new dragons come? Does the enemy need them for
something?" Rainbowria asked.
"They might need them for something, but we don’t know
yet," Sadiki agreed.
"So, where is the new enemy?" Narnrian asked.
"The enemy is in the worlds in which the newcomers
arrive," said Dad.
"So are you saying the enemy is here, in our worlds
somewhere?!" I asked, afraid I’d have to go save the
dragon worlds all over again.
"Yes, Spyro, I’m afraid so," Dad told me,
"Come on you three. We’re going to the other worlds to
see if any other new comers have come."