I'd like to start saying that this stroy is based of in a work of another fellow here in fanfiction, more specifically: the story "Mistreated", from htffan951. I have his permission to write this, so don't start saying that I stole his idea, even becuase I made some fundamental changes in the plot. Hope you all enjoy.

Our story starts about years ago, when there was laid a very special egg. This egg was purple, from which was born the first purple dragon ever to live.

When the word of the purple egg spreaded, all the dragons of the reign came to see what would come out. And after the egg finally hatched, the proud parents named him Malefor.

Malefor overall had a rather normal life, playing with other kids, exploring the city, and tending to school. It was in it, during a training session with the guardians, that he discovered that he could control all the elements! All the elemental powers avaible to a dragon were under his disposal. And of course, this extraordinary ability called the attention of everyone, including the current king.

This king, when hearing about his abilities, saw in him the perfect toll of war. So he put Malefor under the tutorage of his better soldiers, to turn him into the ultimate soldier for his army, and even ordered the guardians to teach him everything they knew. However, the guardians of water and light, afraid that this much power could come to corrupt the young dragon, refused to give him their teachings, saying that he wasn't ready.

The king thought of them as just being jealous from this young dragon being now the center of the attention. When Malefor completed 20 years, he was already more powerful than any of the guardians, and any other dragon that ever lived. It turned out that the light and water dragons were right. All those power, made Malefor grow arrogant and ambitious. He craved for more power. In fact, years later, he would try to assassinate the king and his family to take the throne. But he failed, and angered, the king banished him from the kingdom forever. But even after this, the purple dragon continued starving for power.

In his exile, Malefor searched in the continent for something to make him powerful, and in this, he ran into a large tribe of apes. He strike a deal with the leader of the tribe, promising greater lands to them in exchange of their helps to take what was "rightfully his". After three years gathering forces and army, Malefor striked his forces over Warfang, the dragon city.

Some heard that the apes were planning an attack, but few took this as a threat, firstly because the dragon city and most of the ape tribes were good friends, and traded supplies back and forth, and secondly, because an ape was little to no threat to a dragon. When the army arrived in Warfang, the population was unprepared, and it gave the apes the advantage.

The battle was long and brutal, leaving great number of deaths on both sides. The war continued until Malefor was confronted by the eight guardians and the king himself, along with nine other soldiers. The battle lasted for almost a day and a night, but the eighteen dragons were able to ultimatelly defeat Malefor, but at the coust of nine lives. Four of them the guardians: the light guardian Lumion, the wind guardian Tornadus, the eletricity guardian Volteer, and the fire guardian Ignitus. Four were the soldiers, brave warrios that gave their lives by their people. And the last one, was the king himself.

With Malefor's fall, all his ape army fell apart following, and the remaining apes ended up retreatng back to their homelands. The war was won, bu terrible price. The once beautiful city of the dragons was now with many of its structures destroyed, and all the streets were littered with the bodies of the fallen. The cries of the children and adults who lost their loved ones could be heard through the entire city. No one slept well that night.

Almost a year later, the city was almost completelly reconstructed. All the remains of the Great War were left as a memorial for the fallen king and all the ones tht lost their lives. With the death of the king, the only heir was his son, prince Flame. But the young prince was still too young to rule, so the responsability fell over his tutor, the vizier.

The vizier, scared of the war, decided that the best course of action to prevent future attack to their city, was to fortify their defenses. His plan was to build a giant wall all around all Warfang. Thye said wall wound be ten storie high and 30 feet thick. An it would have catapults along the top of the wall. But, to build such a thing, it would be needed millions upon millions of gold coins, so the vizier increased the taxes tenfold putting most of the city into a near bankruptcy.

This is where our story begins.

Only a few weeks after the taxes have increased, one dragoness laid an egg. This dragoness was named Nova, she was a fire dragoness with ruby-red scales and light-orange underbelly and wing membrane. She had five white horns, all curved torwards her neck, and her tail blade was red and shaped like a leaf. Her mate and father of her egg was no other than the earth guardian Terrador.

Most dragons would be happy for their first egg, but Terrador was disgusted, along with Nova. The egg that sat before them wasn't red or green as they expected, but instead, the egg that stood on their feet was purple. Memories of the horrible war filled their minds each time they looked at that cursed egg.

They were going to destroy the egg before it could ever became like Malefor, when an idea struck Terrador.

"Nova, before we destroy this abomination, hear me out."

Nova turned to her mate witha curious look in her face. "What do you have in mind, Terrador?"

"You know that times have been very hard, specially with the taxes in place." he said to his mate, who listened carefully "So, why don't we raise this thing and use it as our own personal slave?" he suggested "I'm sure that no one will oppose."

Nova pondered over the idea, and grinned as she agreed with it. When the egg finally hatched, they decided that thing wasn't worth even having a dragon's name, and instead they would name it one of the names that the putrid dragonflies gave to their own children. They named the kid Spyro.

Sixteen years later, the wall was almost complete and everyone was overjoyed that the taxes were soon coming to an end. Well, almost everyone was.

As Terrador and Nova agreed, they raised the kid to be their servant. He did everything they told him to, from making their meals to doing all kinds of chores around the house.

"Where is our food, boy!?" shouted Terrador impatiently as both he and Nova waited at the dinning room table.

"I'm sorry, father. It's almost done." said Spyro as he added the final ingredientes to the stew. Spyro was never sent to school, so he only learned what Nova and Terrador taught him, and all they taught him was how to cook, clean, read and to use fire, in case they needed fire to prepare their meals. And as if being poorly educated wasn't enough, Spyro aslso was hardly feed, so he became lean and skinny. So mkuch that was possible to see his ribs poking through his chest. The only time he was given food from his parents was the left over scraps of their meals. Other than that, he was forced to search among the garbage for something edible.

But Spyro never complained, actually, he faced his works as the least he could do to his parentes for giving him a house, and he had one thing to pass time: he painted. He picked up pieces of wood in the trash and used some old ink to put images over it. He made a few of them that, in hi oppinion, were quite nice. He even tried to show one to his parentes once, but they said that they didn't wanted to be bothored by him before he even got the chance to explain what he wanted to show, so he decided that was better not to bother them anymore, and he kept his hobbie to himself.

When the food was done, Spyro used all his strenght to lift the pot and carry it to the table. Spyro's skinny legs trembled under the weight of the pot he was carrying, making the stew inside of it sway back and forth. When Spyro placed the pot in the table, a small portion of the stew fell from the pot onto Terrador's paw. The hot stew burned up his paw as he felt pain run up his arm.

In answer, Terador rapped his paw around Spyro's nweck, cutting all air he was able to breathe. Terrador lifted the helpless dtagon in the air by the neck, putting him in his eye level. Spyro started to sttrugle around, trying in vain to remove his father's grip from his throat. "You pathetic excuse for a dragon, watch what you're doing!" snarled Terrador angrily, as if talking to a dog. "Whta do you have to say in for yourself?"

Spyro even tried to gave a proper answer, but Terrador's grasp around his neck was too tight. Spyro could fell himself slowly losing his consciousness as his vision was slowly blackening out, he was able to only choque out a single word "Sorry..."

Terrador scowled as he dropped the purple dragon and said "Get out of my sight!". As Spyro hit the ground, he started gasping for air, and he picked himself off the ground and left the room.

Nova watched as Apyro left the room and coudn't help but chuckle to herself. She was, however, a little sad for seeing him go. She wanted to have more "fun" with him. As she and her husband continued eating their meal, she was already thinking of a plan. Terrador noticed her in deep thinking with s slight grin in her face, and asked "Something in mind?"

Nova did not answered at first, but after she finished thinking of the plan she leaned across the tablre and whispered something into Terrador's ear. The Earth guardian cound't help but chuckle at the idea.

"Don't you think that it would be somewhat a waste of food?" he asked her, but still grinning

"As true as it may be, you have to admit, it will be Worth it just to see his reaction." said Nova.

After some thinking, Terrador agreed "Spyro! Get over here!" he shouted.

Spyro rushed to the room again, knowing full well that not tending his parentes immediatelly would get them angry "Yes father?"

"Me and your mother are no longer hungry." he said, trying to sound convincent "So, we thought that you could have the rest of the stew."

Spyro's heart almost skipped a beat. For the first time in his life, his parentes were doing something nice to him. Just as Spyro reached the table, Terrador quickly grabbed the pot of stew and threw its contente into Spyro's face. Spyro yelped as he felt some of the still hot stew got into his eyes. As the poor dragon tried to get the stew out of his eyes he could hear the loud laughter of his parentes. Once the laughter died down, Terrador said "Spyro, before you get to bed, you better clean this mess up, got it?"

Spyro was only able to nod as his eyes were still red and irritated, and still stung him. Once he finished cleaning up, he walked up to his room, in the cold damp attic. Once there, he laid in the floor and placed the blanket that was only half his size over his body, and laid his head down on the pillow that could as well be filled of rocks. Spyro then did his night routine of thinking about what happened during the day, recolleted all his mistakes and made a mental note to never do them again. And then, he looked up to the window and saw the night sky.

This was his favorite part of the day, more then when he got his rare free times and was able to paint something in a piece of wood or cloth, even if it could be just for a few seconds, he cherished every moment that he could look up at the night sky, and make the same wish he made everyday.

"I just wish I had a friend."

Somewhere else, one four legged figure was watching the night sky, mesmerized by it, and making around the same wish as Spyro.

I even another place on bipedal creature suddenly looked at the night sky, as if hearing voices suddenly. His attention was cald to on purple star in the sky, that shone bright.