It has been seven months since Spyro and Cynder have defeated the Dark Master, Malefor. Peace has been restored to the Dragon Realms And everything was how it should...almost Spyro and Cynder, the heroes who defeated Malefor, has not returned, nor has the guardian of fire, Ignitus.
The guardians had assumed the worst...that they had lost their lives in battle against Malefor. They were going to wait until they returned before they decided to reopen a school that had been closed thanks to the Dark Master's tyranny. The school was Warfang High: school for dragons.
In the main courtyard of the northern dragon temple, also know as the Warfang Temple, a large earth dragon and a cheetah were having a conversation, "I'm sorry, master Terrador," Hunter, the cheetah from Avalar said to the earth guardian, Terrador, "But there has been no sign of Spyro, Cynder, or Ignitus."
"Then it seems that we have no choice but to reopen the school without them," Terrador sighed sadly, "We shall wait another week for applications. But until then, we will start making a memorial for each of them."
"Shall I inform Spyro's...adopted family?" Hunter asked, "Flash, Nina, and Sparx?"
Around the corner, a golden dragonfly was listening in on the conversation. When he heard that his brother, Spyro, could be dead, a look of horror was plastered on his face. When he heard Hunter ask to inform the family of his death, Sparx the dragonfly revealed himself, "There's no need," Sparx said as he hovered over to the two, "I'll tell them."
"Sparx..." Terrador said with a sympathetic tone, "I'm sorry that you had to hear about this. Will you be okay?"
"Yeah, I guess," Sparx said solemnly, "I just...never thought I'd..." Sparx' voice trailed off as tears began to swell up in his eyes.
"Hunter, take Sparx to his family and tell them the news," Terrador said.
"Right," Hunter replied before leaving with Sparx. Once they were gone, Terrador went into the temple to check the classes.
Terrador was checking a list for the tenth time. It was to look over the plans for Warfang High. But it also helped him to get his mind off of other things, like knowing that Sparx was going to tell his parents about Spyro. And he had to take his mind off the knowledge of Spyro's official death.
"Volteer will be teaching History and Math," Terrador said as he read out loud, "Cyril will be teaching Elemental Training and English, no surprise there. I will be teaching Battle Training. Aviarus will be coming from the eastern dragon temple in the Crystal Forrest to teach Aerial Tactics. As for extra curricular, Mole-Yare will be teaching Culinary Arts, since he is the chef. And I will be teaching Phys Ed."
"I see you are attempting to take your mind off of something," a voice said from behind Terrador. He turned around to see a yellow dragon with a purple underbelly. He was the guardian of lightning, Volteer.
"How did you know I was trying to take my mind off something?" Terrador asked.
"Because whenever you have something on your mind, you always check the status of how everything is running," Volteer said, "In this case, you are going over the school status, am I correct?"
"Well, that is why I am checking on things," Terrador admitted, "It's about Spyro and Cynder. They had died in battle. They had never even been to a school to make friends."
"Well, they will not be forgotten," Volteer said, "We will be sure to erect statues in their honor. In fact, the moles are already currently in the process of doing just that. They are even working on a statue in Ignitus' honor as well."
"That is nice to hear," Terrador said, "That way, everyone in the future will know who Spyro and Cynder were and what they had done. It's just sad that they lost their lives at such a young age. But I have noticed that we are in need of someone to act as the school librarian."
"Actually, Hunter and Meadow has a greed to act as the librarians," Volteer pointed out.
"Do you have anyone to act as the school healer?" a voice asked. It was a female. Terrador and Volteer turned around to find a dragoness. She looked like an adult version of Cynder. But she had fifteen horns rather than nine. And there was a large scar on the left side of her skull, signifying where it was once bashed in. Her horn on the left side of her head had marks where they had been broken off as well.
"Penumbra!" Terrador said in shock, "What are you doing here?"
"I figured that maybe I could help with a couple extra curricular activities," the dragoness now known as Penumbra said, "But you didn't answer my question. Does the school have a healer?"
Every time Penumbra looked at Terrador, her glare of hatred would've burnt a hole through a mountain. It was apparent that she had a bad past with Terrador.
"W-Well...we have plenty of red gems," Terrador said, stuttering slightly, "So we figured that there was no need for a healer."
"You're now the head guardian here in Warfang," Penumbra said, "That means you should think before you act. First of all, gems only work on dragons. What if there are students that are not dragons? Just because this is a school for dragons, it doesn't mean it's limited to only dragons. Second, gems can only heal so much, like healing open wounds and even some broken bones. But what if there's an injury that can't be healed by the gems, like internal injuries or something serious like that? You'll need someone who has been trained in medicine. And that is why I'm here. I can be the school healer."
"You also mentioned extra curricular activities," Volteer said, "What did you have in mind?"
"I figured that since I've been trained in medicine and I'll be the healer, I figured I could also teach medicine," Penumbra said, "And perhaps I could also teach an herbology class as well. I do like working with plants after all."
"That sounds like a stupendous idea!" Volteer said, "What do you think, Terrador?"
"Uh...Yeah..." Terrador was obviously uncomfortable in Penumbra's presence. But he agreed to her ideas.
"I can see that you've changed for the better, Terrador" Penumbra said, pointing at the scar on her head, "But I still can't forgive you for this. Not only that, but how you took advantage of me the night before. You do remember, don't you?"
"I truly am sorry for what happened all those years ago, and I do not ask that you forgive that incident," Terrador said as he bowed his head, "But can you accept me for who I am now? Can you accept that I have changed?"
"This scar will be a constant reminder of what you were," Penumbra said, "But who you were back then is not the same as who you are now."
"Thank you," Terrador said.
"Now then, where will I be staying?" Penumbra asked.
"Right this way, Penumbra," Volteer said as he led Penumbra out.
Once they were out of the room, Terrador let out a sigh. Penumbra being here was bringing back bad memories.
Five days had passed. In two more days, Warfang High would be opened, "I do believe we have everything all set for the opening of the school," Volteer said as he looked at the list of classes.
History – Volteer
Math – Volteer
Elemental Training – Cyril
English – Cyril
Battle Training – Terrador
Aerial Tactics – Aviarus
Medicine – Penumbra
Culinary Arts – Mole-Yair
Phys Ed – Terrador
Herbology – Penumbra
Cyril was getting impatient though, "Where is he?" He growled, "For being a wind dragon who is known for his speed, Aviarus should not be the last one here!"
"Calm down, Cyril," Terrador said, "He still has two days before he has to be here."
"Yes. Just be patient," Volteer said, "If he is tardy for the opening of the school, then you can complain all you like. But until then, you will just have to wait until the designated time." Volteer waited for only ten seconds before suddenly... "WHERE IS HE?"
"I may be impatient, but at least I'm not a hypocrite," Cyril said.
"You are impatient simply because Aviarus is not here yet," Terrador said, "Volteer is impatient because he is excited to see an old friend."
"Besides, ten seconds has got to be a record for Volteer," Penumbra said sarcastically as she came up to the guardians, "He isn't exactly known for his patience. Not like when we were kids anyway."
"Well, from now to the opening of the school, we're officially going to be greeting students," Terrador said. And like he said, students were arriving.
The first students to arrive were two dragonesses. One was a golden yellow dragoness. She had two long thin horns that went back and down the back of her neck. She had golden orange eyes and her tail tip was a flame-like ax that resembled Ignitus' tail blade. This dragoness was about sixteen years old.
The second dragoness was pink with a tan underbelly. She was perhaps three or four years younger than the other dragoness. She had fiery orange eyes and horns that looked remarkably like Ignitus' horns. She also had a heart-shaped birth mark on her chest.
Cyril was the one greeting at the time, "Sienna, is that really you?" Cyril asked, "It has been years since I've seen you! How are you? And who is this?"
"I'm doing fine," the golden yellow dragoness said, "This is my little sister, Ember. We came to enroll in the school. We also wanted to see our father."
"Can we see our dad?" Ember asked.
"Well...you may not like what you see," Cyril said. He then led them to the statue in the entrance of the temple. It was the statue of Ignitus. Below it was a sign that had inscribed in it 'In memory of the guardian of fire, Ignitus'.
"You...You mean..." Sienna said.
"Your father died heroicly," Cyril said. Finally, Cyril took Sienna and Ember to their room. He decided that it would be best if they shared a room...at least until they met some new friends so that they wouldn't need support from one another. If it wasn't for their father's death, this would not be necessary.
Later, another dragon came. He was an obvious fire dragon. He had fiery red scales with an orangy tan underbelly. His eyes were a fiery red. He had a tail tip that was a flame-like tail spade. His horns looked very similar to Spyro's, but were more rounded. He seemed to be about Spyro's age.
"Hi, my name's Flame," the young fire dragon introduced.
"It is good to meet you," Cyril greeted Flame, "Right this way and I'll show you to your room."
Later, Volteer took his turn at greeting, relieving Cyril of his duty. The first student for Volteer to introduce was a young nature dragon. She was about fourteen years old. Her scales were a leaf green with a cyan underbelly. Her tail tip was thin and whip-like. It was also covered with thorn-like spikes, giving the appearance of brambles. She had four large thick brown horns that, like her tail, resembled brambles. Her eyes were a greenish brown.
"Hello, my name is Demeter," the dragoness said, slightly in a nervous tone, "I'm here to apply for the school."
Curiosity got the better of Volteer, "May I ask you who your father might be?" he asked.
"Well, I've never actually met him," Demeter said, "But I was told that he's here in this temple and is the earth guardian."
"I should have known Terrador was your father," Volteer said, "You have a slight resemblance to him. Perhaps you would like to meet him now?"
"Yes, please!" Demeter said excitedly. Volteer then took Demeter to see Terrador. He left Demeter with Terrador so he could continue with his duties. Terrador would surely show the dragoness to her room.
Later, Volteer met his second student to greet...sorta. He was a silver dragon with a purple underbelly. He was about sixteen, although his serious personality made him seem allot older. He had a spade-like tail tip similar to Spyro's, but it was a dark red color, and it was at least twice as big serrated. His eyes were the same color as his tail spade. He was also carrying a bag with him.
The silver dragon just walked right past Volteer as if he wasn't even there, "I beg your pardon," Volteer said, "But may I ask who you are?"
"Alec," the silver dragon said.
Shaking off the awkward feeling he had, Volteer then led Alec to his room.
Finally, it was Terrador's shift to greet students. There weren't many that he had to greet that day. All he saw were two students. One was a thirteen year old cheetah. He was black with reddish orange spots. His eyes were a violet color.
With him was a...purple dragon! And he looked just like Spyro! Although, his underbelly was more of a golden orange whereas Spyro's underbelly was a golden yellow. And this dragon's eyes were an amber color.
"My name is Spira," the purple dragon said, "And this is my foster brother, Dusk." Something didn't seem right. After Terrador took them to their rooms, he decided to look up Spira's information, "This is interesting," He said to himself, "Spira was raised by a wolf named Kore! His medical history is nothing special. Same age as Spyro. In fact, he was found by Kore the day after Spyro hatched from his egg. Male...Wait this can't be right. This says that he can use multiple elements, It is Spyro!"
"Perhaps not," Penumbra said as she walked up to him, "It says here that Kore found Spira in an egg that already hatched. The egg itself appeared to be to large for just one hatchling."
"Spyro's egg was exceptionally large," Terrador said, "Spira could just be...Spyro's twin brother?"
In one of the dorms, the silver dragon, Alec wasn't doing anything other than laying on his bed doing nothing. Then grabbed he grabbed the bag he was carrying and took out a box. Then he opened up the box and took out a small capsule. Alec then put the capsule in his mouth and swallowed before going to sleep for the night.
~The Angel of Darkness, Alec~