A/N: ok, people, this is my first ever JatD fic, so be nice!
Disclaimer: Jane and the Dragon belongs to…the person who wrote it and the shows creators. (sorry I don't know the names.) and Spyro The Dragon belongs to his respective creators!
The Spellcaster's Prophesy
Chapter 1 – You call that a Dragon?
Jane took a deep breath and revelled in her excitement. She could feel the adrenalin building up as Dragon climbed higher and higher. Suddenly, he dived back down. She screamed in joy.
"How are you holding up there, Jane?" asked Dragon.
"Fantastically as always," she replied, "We had better head back to the castle soon."
"Tired already?"
"No, but I don't want to be late for my riding lesson with Sir Theodore."
"Riding? What, those short lived mules? Why would you need to ride them? You have me."
"I still need to know how to ride the horses. It's a requirement to be a knight."
"Alright then, if being a knight is so important to you," said Dragon, teasing, "We'll go back."
Back at the Castle, everyone was busy. It was exactly four years ago today that Jane had rescued Prince Cuthbert from Dragon. But it was not only the Prince's rescue that was celebrated. Today was also to celebrate the first ever alliance of the Kingdom of Kippernium with a Dragon, and also celebrating the acceptance of the first ever female Page. The King had declared that day a holiday and decreed that a great feast was to be held every year in honour of Jane and Dragon. And it was because of this celebration that Pepper was very busy, madly chopping and throwing ingredients into the large pots in the fireplace. So busy that she accidentally let a stray potato fly into the person standing in the doorway.
"Ah! Pepper, why are you throwing potatoes?" asked the newcomer.
"Rake? Oh, I'm so sorry. I was so busy cooking, that it slipped. Will you ever forgive me?" she asked.
"Always and forever." Said Rake.
Pepper blushed deeply. "Would you like to try the soup? It's pumpkin and carrot."
"I'd love to."
Meanwhile, several miles away, a horse and its rider travelled casually along the dirt road. The horse snickered.
"Come on Angel, not too far left to go," said a female voice. The cloaked rider gazed at her surroundings. Her saddlebag stirred. A young cat poked her head out from the bag.
"Are we almost there?" she asked.
"Almost. We should reach the Kingdom by nightfall," replied the girl.
Suddenly, a dot appeared in the sky. The girl watched with green eyes as the dot became larger and larger. As it got closer, she was able to recognise it.
"Spyro!" she greeted the dragon.
The small purple dragon glided down next to the horse and landed gracefully.
"Hey Sasha," he replied.
"What took you so long?"
"A pack of birds were following me. I had to detour into a valley to loose them."
"Firstly, its called a 'flock' of birds, and secondly, why were you so eager to loose them?"
"I didn't trust them, with their little red eyes. A little suspicious if you ask me."
Sasha sighed at her friend's foolishness.
"Well, it doesn't matter now, you've made it. We'll be there soon."
"Good. Hey, where's Kelly?"
Sasha looked around for her dog.
"I don't know," she responded.
Suddenly, the black and white dog jumped out of the bushes.
"Here I am. Did you miss me?"
"Heaps. Now, everyone stay close. We're almost there and I don't want anyone to get lost."
"Sure thing," replied the dragon.
"OK," said the dog.
"Wake me up when we get there," said the cat.
Angel just snickered, too tired to reply.
Sasha pulled her cloak around her tighter, to keep out the chill, and the five friends slowly continued down the dirt road.
The feast was going splendidly. Loud music could be heard from all the way into the guard towers, and the sound of laughter followed it. The guests were having a simply wonderful time. But Gunther wouldn't know anything about that because he was stationed on guard duty until midnight. He would be lucky if there was any pudding left by the time he would get to the party. Typical.
Gunther leaned sleepily against the tower. He was standing on top of the watchtower, looking to the east. As much as he liked to gloat to Jane that it was the most important job that was only given to the best, he knew as well as everyone that guard duty was one of the most boring, pointless, tedious and loathsome of all the possible duties. But he would show them. Maybe by doing his best, even at guard duty, he might get noticed and finally be given a better duty. One that didn't involve staying out late until the wee hours of the morning.
Gunther was just about to poke himself with the hilt of his sword, to wake himself up, when something moving out in the distance caught his attention. It was hard to see with the sun setting and the land getting darker by the second, but he could make out a dot slowly moving along the road, towards the castle. He watched it for several minutes as it got closer and closer. Soon enough, he could make out the shape of a horse and rider, along with two dog-sized animals along the side. It took a good ten minutes until Gunther could see exactly what was headed his way.
A cloaked figure on a black and white horse, with a black and white dog and another strange-looking dog. The strangers rode up to the big wooden gate and knocked.
"Hello?" called out a female voice.
Gunther stared curiously as the woman pulled back her hood to reveal long blonde hair.
"Is anyone there?" she asked. Gunther was briefly shocked. In all his time on guard duty, no one had ever come to the gates before. And he had never heard of anyone arriving at night. Wary, he shouted back; "What's your business?"
"I'm here to see the King," she replied.
Gunther quickly raced down the stairs and onto to the ground to open the gate. When he did he was surprised even more at the rider. The blonde girl hopped off her horse. She was tall; as tall as he was. A cat leaped out of the horse's saddlebags and onto her shoulders.
"Hi," she said.
"Um…hi," Gunther replied. Suddenly, his attention was caught by the two dogs, or at least what he thought were two dogs. One of the creatures was defiantly doglike; four legs, two ears, fur all over. Defiantly canine. But the same could not be said about the other. For starters, it was scaly, had horns and two large wings. And it snorted fire.
"What in the world?"
The King sat happily on his throne, overlooking the ball. The feast had been wonderful. Pepper was a fantastic cook. She had significantly improved over the years. The Queen sat patiently at his side. The celebration was an overall success. Suddenly, an exhausted Gunther ran into the room. The music stopped and everyone stared at the young man.
"Sire," he greeted.
"What is it Gunther?"
"A young woman and her animals have entered the grounds."
"How did she get in?" asked the King, alarmed.
"Oh, I let her in. She's here to see you."
"Well, tell her I'm busy. I'll see her in the morning."
"You might want to see her now, if you don't mind me suggesting Sire."
The King hesitantly got up. "This had better be important."
The King and Gunther exited the room. The music started again and the ball resumed.
Moments later, Gunther came running back into the room.
"Jane, the King requests you're company in addressing the newcomer."
In the well-lit room, a warm fire burned in the heath. Sasha sat, still in her riding cloak, with her cat still perched on her shoulder and her faithful dog lying at her feet. Spyro was seated on a chair next to her. And it was the young dragon who the king was staring at right now.
The large double doors opened and Jane and Gunther walked in.
"What is it your highness?" Jane asked.
"Ah, Jane. I would like you to meet…what was your name again?"
"Sasha."
"That's right. Sasha. Sasha, meet Jane."
"It's nice to make your acquaintance," said Jane.
"Same here," replied Sasha.
"And Jane, this is Spyro, a dragon," said the King, putting emphasis on the word, dragon.
Jane looked at the young purple dragon.
"Hey," He greeted.
"Oh my."
"Hello? Shortlives? Jane, are you in there?" asked a voice from outside. Jane hurried over to the window to let Dragon into the matter.
"Dragon, this is Sasha, her…animals, and her friend Spyro. He's a dragon too!"
Dragon looked at Spyro. "What? You call that a dragon?"
Well, what did you think of my first chapter? Was it alright? Did I get the characters alright? Are you angry and now want to flame me? I hope you're not angry, cos I'm an optimist and I try to bring positiveness from everything I create.
Yep, this is a slight Cross-over fic with Spyro the Dragon, but only in the sense that he is one of the characters. And only becasue he is the most awesome little dragon there is, other than Dragon of course, and Saphira, but nither of them are small. lol!
If you did like my fic, or if you are an author of a fic that I have read and reviewed (hint), it would be wonderful if you left me a review on you're way out, because Reviews are awesome and are like little birthday presents of joy and happiness, except all year round. And I'm hoping there will be no flames, but if you must, please keep it constructive and not too offensive.
Also, just so you all know, this is definatly not ment to be a Mary-Sue fic. Sasha may seem like one, but it is not her intention to be one.
So, read and review, and I will see you all on chapter 2.
Have a fantastic day
Tiger-Cub684