Hmm Peculiar. I dont recall this book lying among the others. I wonder what story it has to tell. As he opened the aged book, yellowed pages crackled in protest from the unaccustomed movement. Ignitus merely smiled and lay the book on a pedestal. All he intended to do for the moment was turn the first page and see what dialect the book was written in. Hed come across many untitled books in this massive library, most of which turned out to be diaries of either past Chroniclers, or other dragons that left their books in the Chroniclers care. But this one He turned the page slowly, careful to let the page settle on its own and keep it from tearing. It flared a brilliant white in an instant. Black lettering faded in and out, always able to stay only just long enough for Ignitus to see that a script of some kind was there, but never what the words truly were. Ignitus frowned. A spell inlaid in the books pages? What was it protecting? And why? No books in his library needed protection. He was the only one who could come and go from this place as he pleased. Everyone else had to pass a trial that he set before them to enter. A trial that Spyro had passed, devised by the previous Chronicler Hmm perhaps I was a bit too hasty. Ill consult the other books and see if I cant find an answer to THIS one. He turned to summon another book, but his gaze went from puzzlement to pure shock. His books his entire collectionevery last book that the Chroniclers of past ages had amassed all of them were gone. Ignitus turned on the only remaining bookthe one with the spell that he was now certain had started all of this, It took MILLENNIA to gather all of that knowledge! And a single spell wipes it all out in an instant! This book has no place in this library!!! He breathed in deeply, readying himself to exhale and burn the book to ashes. Perhaps destroying the book would return his lost items. He exhaled with as heated a breath as he could muster, holding the flame for as long as he could. With a slight snarl at the end, Ignitus cut the flame off and took another breath to steady himself. But the book remained untouched. Not even a singe lay on the book. Not even a trace of HEAT lay on the book!
but words did. Words that stayedthat he could understand!
Only the presence of dragons of legend can turn these pages. All else who attempt will lose that which they hold dear. To regain what you have lost, a story must be told, and you must tell it. Summon to you a dragon of legend, and your story will begin.
Ignitus hung his head a little. His books WERE dear to him. In this desolate place it was all he had. He could not leave this realm save in the form of a dream. A dream! That was how the Chronicler before him had contacted Spyro! Perhaps that was how HE would find his young friend
I still dont understand what this has to do with me, Ignitus
it was good to hear from you.
Ignitus smiled down at the young dragon, And it was good to see you again, Spyro. Have you rejoined Sparx and the others yet?
At this, Spyro smiled and turned his head away, I will
Oh? What keeps you away?
things, Ignitus. Things.
Are you certain of that, young dragon?
Ignitus chuckled, I see that look in your eyes, Spyro. I knew that you and Cynder were destined after the way you two fought together so flawlessly. I imagine you two spend all your time together?
That and more.
As it should be. Come. The book will not budge in any way. I suspect its waiting for y
Spyro turned with a bright smile, Cynder! I was beginning to worry!
She landed with a slight flair, and smiled, Well, I was busy. I came as fast as I could when I saw the message you left for me.
What were you DOING, anyway? Spyro moved up and nuzzled her cheek with his own.
She laughed, I found some old friends. A moment later, two figures turned the corner.
Spyro rushed them both, nearly bowling them over in his eagerness, Hunter! Sparx!
Ignitus kept on forward, sighing happily to himself. That was indeed a wonderful sight to see. He had longed for companionship for a long while, and to have it granted like this
he didnt need his books while others were here.
Cynder trotted up to Ignitus, Its good to see you again, Ignitus. When you
when you died
I know, Cynder, and I couldnt be more proud of the two of you for overcoming yourselves like you did. Why dont you join your friends? Its been many years since Ive heard laughter, and Im sure you would like to reacquaint yourself with your guests. Cynders smile was all Ignitus needed for an answer. He gently pushed her back to her friends and kept on, going for the book that he hoped to get some answers from. Through his whole walk, he could hear the merry voices of his friends, and it warmed his heart like a furnace melted at ice.
this is the book? Spyro glanced it over once. It was a jet black bound book with ancient pages in it. A red line surrounded the book about two thirds the way up, and another of the same shade surrounded the book at one third. Between those two lines sat a small, green, metal plate. There was a faint indent at various spots on the plate, as if calligraphy of some kind belonged there, but it was too faint, too old and faded to make out. Spyro touched the book tenderly, opening it to the first page as Ignitus had done. This time, when the glow came, instead of a flash, it stayed, dimming enough for them to get a look at it
The inside of the book started to form words, which Ignitus, who was leaning over Spyros shoulder, read aloud, And lo, the journey is set forth. For those who read these pages, I beg of you, forget them not. I fear this is all that will remain of me in the times that come. War is ravaging the landsa war that I cannot seem put an end to. So, I write this in the event that I might die in the next few days. This book is spellbound to go to the Chronicler once I have finished it to preserve its pages. Now
all I ask is that you read on and remember me. Thus, my story can begin