They named him Spyro and he grew up alongside Sparx. Spyro: 8, 9, 10.here I come! Narrator: It was a purple dragon, who they eventually adopted and raised as one of their own. Narrator: What emerged from the egg frightened them at first. Narrator: Eventually, the egg came to rest in a distant swamp, where a family of dragonflies gathered 'round wondering what magnificent creature could possibly live inside. Volteer: Save them! The Dark Armies have come! Ignitus: May the Ancestors look after you. I should have hidden the eggs long before, but I. But the Dark Master heard the prophecies as well. Dialogue Narrator: In the Year of the Dragon, in a world beyond the realms, I, like all the others, awaited the birth of the dragon of whom the prophecies foretold.
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