History tends to be vary fickle as time flows on. Many stories tend to change, some with more drastic results then others. With each Era in each and every world comes an new chronicler to maintain order and to record events as they unfold.
I am the new Chronicler of this world in this new Era of peace. But one such person wishes to change history by writing in the books of dragons long gone, changing history with a few strokes. I fear that if even one book is changed, it may spell disaster.
I've called in some help, one who should be able to deal with any threat. My predecessor spoke of him often. His exploits include the battle for Seafang. Holding the line at the walls of Warfang. Destroying Malefor's crystal of eternity. Aiding in the escape of hundreds of dragons from Ape concentration camps.
I have only met him once, it was during one of his trips to the Frillisean memorial that was built many years ago. This was a few days before Malefor's attempt to besiege Warfang He sat in front of it, talking as if she was still alive. At that time, I had no idea who he was, or what he was doing here. But I noticed just how much he looked like his father Malefor.
I cautiously walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked at me, yellow eyes glinting in the sun. He tried keeping the tears out of his eyes long enough for him to ask who I was. But he found that the task was too hard for him. So instead I asked who he was.
His only response was, " 5 star Grand General reporting."
I blinked in surprise, there has only been three 5 star Generals since Warfang's commission nearly after the Birth of Malefor. All have been considered dead. Though there have been rumors of one merely disappeared, but never died.
Curious, I brought him to the grand temple, the one that was built to replace the one that Malefor stole from us in the enchanted forest, to be examined more closely by me and my fellow Guardians.
My colleague, Terrador, recognized him almost instantly. Terrador said that he served faithfully in Warfang's army nearly 80 years ago, around the time of Malefor's fall into convexity. He had assisted the remaining two guardians in training their replacements while they were young for a few months before he departed on an unknown mission. Just how Terrador recalled an event that they'd barely be able to remember was a mystery back then, now I know that the Chronicler sent him a message.
I wondered how he still looked so young, merely at the age of 40. He claimed that after Malefor was beaten, he knew that Malefor would return, so a plan was set in motion to ensure that he would be there to stop him.
The dragon then expressed his wish to continue his duties as the Grand General of Warfang and lead them to victory. We reluctantly agreed, seeing as our hero and long time friend, Spyro, was nowhere to be found, never seen for the last 3 years.
The Dragon, merely three days later, held back Malefor's forces while Spyro and Cynder scrambled to repair the cannon along the wall and defeat the Golem that was laying waste to the city.
The Dragon's name was then lost to my memory. I fear that the plan to undo history has started, I'm barely remembering anything else.
While I rushed into the main hall where all the books of currently living dragons were held, I felt an unbearable cold chill run down my spin.
Upon arriving, I saw a lucid grey dragon, cackling up a storm as he smudged out the words of a black and yellow book. I tackled him, but as if he was never there, but I flew straight through him. The book he was holding flopped to the floor.
I turned, wondering just what happened, there was no mention of him even being here, not even in my own book. I pondered just what he had done as I walked up to the book and picked it up.
Dusting off the cover, I tried reading whose book it was. But I was unable to to read it, it was too damaged. I peered inside to look at it's contents. I was shocked to discover that over half of the book was missing, lines erased from paragraphs, some pages missing in their entirety. I felt sorry for who ever this book belonged to. Knowing that what ever he has done has been merely cut in half.
I thought about how bad this was, only to come to the conclusion that, with most of this book missing, it would change all of the books mentioned by it. Spyro, Cynder, Frillisean. Even I was mentioned in here.
The only reason I wasn't affected by the time-stream change is the fact that those whose books are changed on the White Isle while the person is on the While Isle, is mostly unaffected. If only this poor person was here like I was, maybe then I could have fix-
"Hello? Are you the chronicler?"
I turned to see a dragon about my height. His yellow eyes glinted in the candlelight. He grinned, "Ignitus? Is that you?"
I smiled, someone was on the Isle besides me and that mysterious dragon. I can't place his name though, but I know I sent for him. I looked down at the book in my paws and skipped to the end, the part that would be written just now and laughed, the same dragon whose history was being erased, was standing right in front of him. his history can be fixed!
I nodded, "Hello, It has been a while, hasn't it?"
The Dragon nodded, "You sent for me?"
I motioned for him to follow me, "Indeed. I have been troubled as of late and I hear you are the best when it comes to mysterious things."
The Dragon smiles, "Indeed. Something wrong? You looked at me as if you knew me, but couldn't place my name."
I chuckled nervously, "Proverbial nail on the head."
The dragon smirked, "It's been nearly 4 years since we last met. I'm Nightshade, remember?"
I pondered a moment when we entered the Hourglass chamber, "I see, and so you are."
Nightshade sat down, "So, why am I here? I didn't expect you to be the Chronicler. What happened to the other one?"
I sat beside him and gazed into the hourglass, "I took his place when Spyro and Cynder defeated Malefor and you drove his forces out into the borderlands of Warfang, far from the city."
Nightshade watched as sand flowed up into the top of the hourglass, "I see. But that doesn't explain why I am here."
I showed him the half-empty book, "This was yours. Someone has erased most of your story, distorting time and throwing untold amounts of chaos into the world. It seems I need your help to fix it."
Nightshade Nodded, "I Think I understand, but shouldn't I have lost memories or something?"
I shook my head, "You were mostly erased, you would merely pop in and out of history all the same. And as for why you still have memory of all events up till now is because you are here, on the White Isle. The Books chronicle events as they happen out there, mostly... Had you been anywhere else, you might have been lost to time, forever throwing us all into Chaos."
Nightshade began flipping through pages, "So, let me get this straight, we have to rewrite my book?"
I nodded, "Unfortunately yes... But I think I have a quicker way of doing it. Try to fall asleep. Your dreams of the past will repair the book... But I must warn you, whatever you dream will be written as real, and as such, it will be vary real. I will do my best to keep you on track."
Nightshade laid down, "So you're having me dream about my entire life, and whatever I dream up, will be true... But what if it is something that never happened?"
I ponder a moment, "Repeat it how it should be. I will wake you if there is a chance that you will die in the dream, mind you, death of the dreamer means death of those who share his dream."
Nightshade closed his eyes, "I won't fail then... Good Night... I think."
I put a paw on his head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for this journey we were going to be taking together. I'm sure that this will be an enlightening experience for the both of us.