Well, where to begin? This is the prologue of Secrets of the Past. Warning, it will be rated M for future chapters.

The Celestial Isles were quiet as usual. Not a thing was stirring; there were no intruders to be repelled by the defense mechanisms, no dragons to prove worthy of their mastery of an element... it was deathly quiet. Within the massive sanctum of the Chronicler; the new dragon chosen, the former Guardian of Fire, Ignitus, was busy perusing the tome that belonged to the purple dragon. Many other books lay strewn across the floor; he had been busy reading whatever he could about the past of the nemesis of the dragons, Malefor.

"It's hard to believe it has been five years since Malefor fell. It seems this world will finally be at peace, for a time. Though as history often reminds us; peace is never permanent," the now periwinkle Ignitus remarked. His eyes pored over the pages of the book, which had grown in volume over the last half-decade. He stretched his body a bit, the joints of his body popping as the tension within them was released. "It's only been five years, yet in my solitude, it's felt more like a century."

His new psychokinetic abilities that had been bestowed upon him upon taking up the mantle of keeper of the history of the dragons had proven to be useful. It was a simple matter to just call a book to him, as opposed to walking over, his easily discernible limp slowing him down slightly, and plucking the book from the wall. He casually flipped the pages towards the beginning; towards the section that held the information concerning Spyro's family, his true family. As his light blue eyes absorbed the information from the page that was titled "Parents," the book fell to the ground. A look of pure astonishment impressed itself upon his visage.

"Had I known... had I known that day, I would have heeded Spyro's advice, and turned back," he muttered.

His large orbs closed as he shut the book using his powerful abilities of manipulation via the mind, the last thing that passed into his view was the letter "t" that was within the father's name. He once again called the book of Spyro's predecessor to him. The tome was large and considerably heavier in comparison to Spyro's. In large, black writing, Malefor's nomenclature was imprinted upon the cover of this chronicle of the dragon's life, including both of his deaths. The first, when the earth was split and formed the Mountain of Malefor; the dragon was crushed as his power grew out of control, and his soul remained imprisoned in that desolate pit. The second was his defeat at the hands of the young amethyst dragon and the onyx dragoness five years previously.

As he continued to leaf through the book, pages were torn from it, the information on the pages lost even to him. "Who would remove these pages of Malefor's past? And why?" the guilt-ridden dragon pondered. He merely shrugged the thoughts aside, turning instead to the most recent pages. Oddly, there were pages past his defeat. Their content caused Ignitus' eyes to shrink in fear. "I... I thought the worst had already befallen us five years ago. But... according to this, the worst is yet to come."

Shade105 and I will be working together on the later chapters of this story, as mentor and student. I'm excited to be doing so, and it'll be great to work with him. He's a good friend of mine.