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Hello and welcome to my first ever Spyro Fanfiction. Before I start with our feature presentation I have a few things to discuss about the content of this story. First off, I haven't grown up with the games having never had a Playstation or any of the consoles that these games have been released for. Yes, I have had a GameCube and a Wii but for some bizarre reason never found a Spyro game at the game store. What I do know I got from Fanfiction particularly from The Legend of Crystal Trilogy by LOSpyrogirl on fanfiction.net. I realize this isn't quite the same as playing the games so for that reason the main villain and the guardians will be filled with OCs.

If for any reason the OC guardians share a personality trait similar to the original characters that is purely coincidental. The main character of this story, Felicia, is more or less based on me. I say that because her situation not her personality for the most part has been over dramatized. Yes I have her hook up with Flame who thanks to some really good authors out there made me a fan. If you don't like so many OC characters in your fanfiction, then please don't read. Any errors in location or character descriptions (non OC) are my own and I hope it doesn't take from your enjoyment of the story. Updates and an eventual trilogy are based on reviews. (The sole reason I write fanfiction) If you must add me to your favorites or favorite this story or me, PLEASE AT LEAST WRITE A REVIEW BEFORE OR AFTER DOING SO.

I have many problems on anxiety and I can't handle harsh criticism or flames so please if you don't like the story, try to do so nicely. I have made Felicia the way she was to inspire sympathy in what I hope to be a likeable character. Though Flame's reasons for doing so are more personal, everyone except the villain and one or two bullies, like Felicia, even Ember (yes she is in my story) who is known for obsessiveness about those she loves (for safety reasons she and Spyro have reached a kind of truce and she pines after Flame instead) likes her. Some of you might be wondering why I am doing fanfiction on a fandom I know only little on, and I am with you there. I only played the GBA games and know little but there are some really good epic fanfiction out there and again thanks to what I do know might make this more original.

The villain shares a similar personality, name and abilities to Glory from Season 5 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Unlike her though, this Glory is male and much worse. (The final battle of Book 1 is going to be cruel and unusual.) He will be the main villain in all three books. But whether or not this is even a trilogy depends on reviews. This despite its Drama/friendship genre rating will have other genres in it. Romance/Humor/Angst/Adventure/Horror (villain in some chapters)

I for some time now have been unable to finish my stories so if you want to keep it going, please review. I put a lot of effort in this story challenging myself to make it more descriptive and longer in detail then my other stories. It will be a T for Language (mostly shit) and moderate violence. The rating COULD go up due to violence but that may not happen. DOES NOT take place during any games but with some of the new trilogy story points, such as Spyro and Sparx.

Felicia and Flame will be in 1st person while the rare villain chapters will be in 3rd

Chapter One: A Hard Life

My name is Felicia a simple dragoness with simple look and plain features. I hatched to my parents fifteen or so years ago which of course makes me fifteen. "Will you get a move on Feli? You are holding up the day and slow as molasses. Daddy's guests will be here soon and you have to serve them or risk embarrassing the family." Blunt as ever. Not a single loving word at all. I was always perfect for my parents but they always found something to point out no matter how small.

I was always told that I was plain and never allowed to look in a mirror. For that reason, no mirrors were set up in the house. I know I have looked for one when I was younger. (And have the bruises to prove it) This might seem weird and barbaric to some but it was all I had and you get used to it after the first five years of discipline for your curious streak.

I was never allowed to ask questions but under great stress sometimes the ten year habit breaks. I stopped questioning out loud but in the safety of my own mind where mother in all her claims of perfection couldn't read it.

I was not looking forward to the "party". The guests kept saying rude things to me, things I didn't understand. I took it as rude and always made sure to stay out of their way. Sometimes they poked at me and it hurt laughing in my face as I attempted to fight back or at least move out of the way. Maybe I could sneak out of the house and claim forgetfulness.

I found sanctity in the outdoors. Though I had no one to tell my problems to in the outside, I found relief in the outdoors. I always made sure to stay away for as long as I could. The longest I stayed out was a week surviving on the wilderness. The weird thing about the week away from the house was my parents never noticed. No awkward questions as to where I was or why I was dirty, (sometimes I would come back covered in mud from my playing) just as if they had never noticed.

As soon as they saw me the morning following my arrival they acted like I had never left and life resumed. I wondered about it constantly, never daring to ask just in case they were testing me. I snapped out of my day dreaming as my mother who was a pretty regal violet color all over her body with black horns angrily stepped into the room. I knew that look; she was getting ready to yell at me to hurry it up.

Well so much for escaping. This was probably too important to conveniently forget about their always in the way daughter. Maybe I could hide in my mind and leave things on auto pilot so as to not be aware of what was going on. I acted more like a servant then a daughter, never told once that I was loved or cared for.

I had the strange and unheard of ability to hide my true self in my mind and wonder around on auto pilot. This is not the same as what you would day dreaming. It is different. My personality (what little there was according to my mother) and my entire being, everything locked away in my mind. My only real haven and complete and total quiet in a place I could feel no pain or the dangers of knowing next to nothing about anything.

Often when I was in this state, I could hear (barely) what was going on and my limbs seemingly on their own knew what to do and how to do it. I examined myself inwardly and most of the time would go to a dream-like state where images would dance and frolic around in my head. I was only ever safe in my mind, knowing that no one could actually read my mind. I heard of mind speech but not actual mind reading. Sometimes, I could hear my parents thinking to each other, but it was never exciting or related to me.

I had no idea why I could read other minds but no one could read mine. It seemed kind of strange. But like everything I learned to deal with it. I realized that to avoid future injury to myself from my parents, I had to get ready for this "special" event and that meant being totally awake and alert. I really didn't want to deal with the event so I put myself on auto pilot hoping for nothing weird or scary to happen.

(Several hours later)

Oh sweet freedom I was finally back in my room or what passed for my room anyway. The party passed by in a speed of sound and light. I really didn't want to have to be alert for the whole thing. Thank god for the comfort of the mind. I checked my body and found nothing out of the ordinary so I must not have been poked or prodded. Depending on the severity of the need to escape reality, I sometimes forget what it is I am trying to escape.

Having no need to actually remember anything, I felt no big loss. I looked at the moon and realized that I have been out of it for most of the day seeing as how it had been light outside when I had entered my mind. Feeling tired I walked over to the space where I made my bed. My back groaned in agony as the floor rose up to meet it. I got used to it after a long time, but I guess my back never really got the hang of hard floor.

Time passed as I lay on the ground doing my best to sleep and it grew later and later as I tossed and turned. I felt something then, a kind of disturbance in the area. I heard no entry into the room; I just felt that someone or something was in my room. Opening my eyes, I had to fight violently not to scream. I settled instead for a loud gasp, hoping that would be quieter. Loudness in the middle of the night, regardless of the occasion was forbidden and dealt with harshly.

Floating a few inches over my stomach (I slept on my back which I found to be the least bit painful for some reason) was a light. It didn't have many ghostly qualities (at least the scary ones) but it was see through.

It must have sensed that I was awake for it slowly began to change. First a head appeared a draconic head and soon a body popped into existence, sprouting legs a tail and more of a personality or form. It was hard to make out features seeing as it was a spirit or light but he (for it had to be a male) seemed kind and a little amused at my fear. Eyes twinkling, an echo appeared in my mind which I found slightly disconcerting, he spoke.

"I am Ferae and it is time for your journey to begin. I will be your spirit guide for this journey helping and guiding you when all seems bleak. An evil that has been around since literary the beginning of all that is, is awakening and will soon make itself known to the world. It will be up to you to stop it. It will be hard and the journey tedious but this will rely only on you. None of us can go back into time or change what was, but depending on the choices you make and the friends you make, you will have a slight chance. I have long since left the world but my spirit remains watching over you. I can't predict the future nor change it but an old prophesy which has been around choosing who will hear it, states that something extraordinary will happen and you seem to fit it. You will learn about it later. Everything will make sense when you meet the dragon the color of hot fire.

Everything sounded just a little bit vague and what little stories I was able to hear had a bit more to go with the whole legendary hero bit. The dragon vanished but I felt a strange presence in my mind and somehow knew that he was with me. Should I go and leave the only life I had known behind just to go out and follow fairy tales?

Expecting the dragon to control my movements because he wanted action and to help the "hero" save the world, I was stunned to find that except for the presence, my thoughts weren't tainted or filled with urgency. I literally had the choice of choosing my fate. I could go back to sleep and forget everything and I had a feeling that nothing more would happen or I could trust (something I had no experience with but knew of) that this wasn't a trap.

Was I happy with how everything turned out in my fifteen years on the earth? Did I know true happiness or really anything other than what others told me. I was scared of defying my parents and the eventual wrath that should befall me. I prayed then, that if I were to do what I was about to do, that they will forever remain in ignorance. I felt a voice in my mind.

What will happen, will happen

Some comfort but it will have to do. Trusting that I will not be lost or at least find my way eventually, I snuck quietly out of the house. There was no window in my room so I had to go the long way. The house was quiet and every little noise seemed to scream. I eventually made it to the entrance of the small house. Time slowed and I heard nothing except the pounding of my heart; my first test to see if I could cross the boundary and into a semblance of freedom.

I took one step and then several more until I was in front of the door. Sweat beaded getting into my eyes and almost killing my resolve right then and there. Something inside seemed to click and my front paw reached out and grabbed the doorknob. The creak was loud and seemed to echo louder than it was but no lights came on, no angry demanding voices shouted to me to stop. Soon the door was open and the first half of my test was complete.

The wind caressed me and I sighed. Taking one last look at my surroundings I stepped forward, past the imaginary border and into the night. I had done it. I had no time to celebrate my victory though and closed the door behind me. I then walked on the path, hoping that I would find my way somehow.

*Forgive the lousy and vague prophesy, a better version will occur much later in the story. There is a reason we do not know what Felicia looks like. It also will be revealed later. I hope that this will be reviewed as I did put some effort into it. Please if you must add me, please review and tell me what you think before or after. We will meet Flame next chapter and see what he is up to. No Ferae is not a Guardian or the Chronicler but his identity and role will be revealed much later on in the story. I hope you enjoyed this story. *