Lovely artwork created by the lovely  Sevour for a commission of a lovely new TLoS FanFiction that I am currently reworking! Thank you so much Sevour for the opportunity and in making a little dream come true. In the lovely continuation of my writing, here is a little introduction to the new TLoS Series!

Granted, I did get a little carried away in some inspired works from Warhammer 40K. Hope y'all enjoy!

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The Legend of Spyro: Rise of The Purple Dragoness
Prologue: Transformation

A cratering force leveled the earth within the city of stone, killing hundreds of creatures in battle on both sides. The beast inside the crater rises from the rubble, spitting out ichor pretending to be blood. Already, the creature was reforming, remitting in a resonance of violet energy that swirled around it like an anchor. Above him, a purple dragoness in golden vambraces slowly lowers herself across him… reeking of a power that swirled around her like an enlightened angel, as if she was above the dragon that lurked in rage. Her landing is as silent as the wind, claws touching the ground as she adjusted her figure against the towering giant ahead of her… the demon that sought to end the world.

Malefor, the first purple dragon of their kind… collided against the dragoness in a burst of elemental fury. Stone was reduced to pebbles in the wake of claw against claw, the cracks of tail whips, and the clash of Fire, Electricity, Earth, and Ice.

Behind the dueling demigods, the battle within the city of dragons rages. The Apes draw near, and the dragoness senses them coming, hears their howling. Malefor backed away in amusement as the dragoness hacks and hacks and hacks the charging apes apart, blood spilling all around the ground. His amusement is short lived the moment the dragoness’s wounds close, absorbing the essence of the Apes that lay fallen before him before the dragoness takes off into the air.

The Dark Master knows he cannot match her momentum in the air. And so his mouth glows in a violent collection of dark energy, his golden eyes glowing before unleashing it at the dragoness above him. However, the dragoness shows him her skill. What would have been a streak of dark power that would have killed any dragon, the dragoness turns around, opening her maw and releasing a concentrated blast of Convexity, cutting into the Dark Master’s beam of dark energy and splitting it in two. One beam would rip a gaping hole into an Ape skyship, blowing the vessel and its doomed crew to splinters as the other beam carves a building in two.

Faster than any draconic eyes could follow, the dragoness lets out a roar as she unleashes her power, cutting the purple dragon’s beam and sending her attack into the dragon. The Dark Master had no time to react as the beam impales him right into his chest, sending the dragon flying across the crater with the drag of his claws against the blood-stained earth. More blood drips from Malefor’s scales, darkening the ground like a poison to the bright and heavenly light that the purple dragoness brought.

In a battle lost to time, the purple dragoness would gaze upon a smouldering city where Apes, Dragons, drakes, and nameless creatures clashed in te thousands; waging war and dying in the shadow of two demigods. What had been a pillar of draconic civilization fell to the shadow of the first Purple Dragon, casting a doom upon all dragonkind. Everything depended on this very moment in the Fall of Silverhigh; the sacred home of the dragoness herself.

The dragonesses memories are swiftly interrupted as the Dark Master uses his power to violently surge into her with his mastery of Electricity. His horns sends the dragoness back several paces, her chest scales cracked in a surprise twist of elemental mastery. Yet, with the same arrest of power, the dragoness’s scales heal in an aura the female possessed. Her power enrages the Dark Master and they both meet in the sky as dark and light joined battle again.

In a flash of movement, the dragoness impales the Dark Master’s body with her claws, pinning him against the walls of the city’s Temple Grounds. The dragoness stares into the dragon, face to face. One of them a visage of pure and enlightened purple dragones… the other a darkened dragon of corrupted divinity… a once venerated dragon fallen to darkness and despair.

For several seconds, the dragon’s close, but slower than before… growing weaker. The Dragon’s blood oozes onto the female’s scales, the wall, and onto the sacred grounds of the temple.

“Die… release yourself from this torment!”

The Dragon merely lifts his head, cackling a deep and terror-inducing possession of pure evil before the dragoness realizes what is happening. Malefor’s corrupted blood begins to move up her body, blackening her scales in consumption. The dragoness tries to pull out of The Dark Master’s chest, but the dragon’s massive claws grips her arms before she could remove them…

And with a swift move, pain rips into the dragoness’s backside.

Malefor’s talons sink into the dragoness, soon pulling her body as air rushes out from her mouth in a gasp.

“You will make for a useful pawn… Augustine.”


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A single crack of thunder would rise the lanky woman from her slumber. Heart pulsed rapidly as rain pelts the top of her tent, tapping rapidly in the trills and vestiges of the Latin American jungles. There was nothing to do as the rain continued to downpour where she had chosen to stay, especially when the heat of the jungle merely clung to her tan skin as she rubbed their sweaty grains with her fingernails.

Another flash and a close BOOM shattered Augustine’s thoughts, keeping her grounded to the reality she found herself in. This was her 50th expedition to an unknown site inside the jungles and swamplands of South America. It was her calling, outside of the thundercracks that shoved traumatic memories into her head. Fragmentation grenades and IED bursts still triggered her muscle reflex to duck and cover…

And the thundercracks weren’t helping one bit.

“First the vivid dreams and now this…? God must really hate me if exploring these strange ruins makes him want to Zeus me- oh wait… that wasn't right.” In another bout of environmental luck, the crack of lightning flashed like an artillery strike nearby the treeline; shaking the area around the women and causing her to duck into her sheets.

This was a little bad for the white-haired woman, but being used to staring death in the eyes constantly had a way of putting things into perspective for the hardened veteran. Augustine’s breaths were controlled, relaxed, muscles tensing at the prepared act to move, and her violet eyes scanned the nearest surroundings for a breach in the tent. Luckily for the tanned-skinned woman, there was no sign of breach nor an indication of rain coming through…

Yet even now, Augustine could see so clearly in the dark with such vivid detail.

It was the gift of the bloodline Augustine carried. A descendant from the ancient house of Juli carried such gifts from the great houses of Ancient Rome. While others were gifted with long life, endurance of a warrior, a tactical mind, sight, the strength of legions, or even that of a far-seer… Augustine was gifted with all of them. It was why many in her inner circles believed her to be a demigod, so smooth of skin for someone who should have been brittle and broken in their old age, and the consequence of it all was just white hair.

The thunderclaps were distant now and Augustine’s thoughts cleared for the expedition. She rose from her bedroll and climbed out of her tent in combat boots and military fatigues. Just outside, the elder could merely witness the sights of a flooded cliffside and broken bits of a treeline steaming from the sparks of close lightning strikes. All Augustine did in that moment was whistle, before swiping the raindrops on her tent with her right hand.

With a swipe of her hairline, the towering hulk of a woman cleaned off some grime from her scalp and went to break camp.

Nothing like an early morning monsoon to start the day.