Story: [warning: the ending is not exactly "happy" so if you're not really up for that then just sayin'.] The country used to be ruled by a Nightscale dragon named Aulus Aremyrr who had taken over roughly 790 years ago, ending the rein of the old king. Over the years, the once strict and fearless Nightscale grew tired, lazy, and sloppy in his work. Another dragon named Spyro Salazaar saw this as an opportunity. Spyro was one of the seven [dragon]guards of the country, and unlike the other six, Spyro hated the king. Aulus had always given Spyro the least glamorous and purposeless jobs, sending the other guards off to fight or trade or hunt or gather. Spyro watched them go off every morning. Spyro knew Aulus was playing favorites to his disadvantage and was really getting sick of it. One foggy morning, Spyro watched the other six guardians go off to do their jobs while Spyro was sent to guard the country's main town, which was truly boring as nothing ever happened. But something was going to happen this time. //flick// One red scale fell from Spyro's flawless glimmering coat and fluttered away in the wind. ((I didn't want to say armor because he was wearing armor over top of his scales)) More scales began to flutter away until all that was left of Spyro was his armor, along with a visible burning hatred. He broke the stained glass window on Aulus' chamber, where he would lie all day on top of a vast mountain of gold coins and other valuable riches. He ignited Aulus on contact and it didn't take long until all that was left was his skull. He put the skull over his own head as a trophy. He flew out of the chamber and called forth a barrage of fiery meteors, destroying the town and most of the country, and to this day, glimpses Spyro Salazaar, otherwise known as "Inferno" making his daily search of the ruins of the country.
Song: Hail to the King - Avenged Sevenfold The dragon's name is Spyro Salazaar. (just saying in case you didn't want to read the story.)
