Sparx: Aaah, must be tough to lose all the time, Sp. Sparx: What's the matter, little Spyro? You can't fly? Ahh, that's right you walk everywhere. Sparx: Seeing and catching are two different things, big boy. Spyro: I see you, my little glowing friend. A big purple one of them, true, but one of them nonetheless.

Sparx: Never catch me this time, purple boy! Narrator: As for Spyro, he, like all of us, accepted the world into which he was born, believing he was one of them. And a more oddly-matched, yet compatible pair of brothers the world has never seen. In fact, the two were almost like brothers. the young dragonfly who has born the same day. 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.

Spyro eternal night