Well it took some time, but I finally got the first chapter finished. I do hope that you all enjoy this new story.
It was a calm and peaceful morning in Warfang, as the sun gently rose over the horizon. As the new dawn came, Dragons and moles of all ages began to awaken from their slumber, however there was one, that would rather stay asleep.
In home, not too far from the center of Warfang, and elderly green dragon, by the name of Terrador, awoke and got out of bed at the crack of dawn, something he's gotten quite accustomed to while in the military. After freshening up, he walked through his home, looking for someone who'd rather sleep in at this time, his daughter. He's tried to get her accustomed to waking up at this time as so that he could spend time with her before he left, instead of sleeping in, but nothing he did ever really worked. Now that doesn't mean he didn't like to toy with her before leaving.
Quietly, Terrador walked up the stairs to the second floor, and with his snout, slowly pushed the door aside. Just as he figured, he found a black dragoness, with a maroon underbelly, still fast asleep in bed.
"Cynder wake up!" Terrador shouted, no longer trying to be quiet. The young dragoness's eyes shot wide open, and she quickly tumbled out of bed and onto the floor, surprised by the sudden voice that rung in her ear holes. She then quickly scrambled to her feet and stood at attention as her father approached her.
Terrador stopped not too far from her, and peered down at her, with an almost menacing look in his eyes. As a high-ranking officer in the military, Terrador was used to seeing other dragons or moles shake slightly in fear, or look away, trying to ignore the look he gave them, but Cynder on the other hand had grown used to the look, and only stared her father in the eyes waiting for him to say or do something.
The two stood still, their eyes beginning to still slightly from the lack of blinking. Just when Cynder though that they would be here all morning, Terrador broke eye contact with her, as he blinked first.
Cynder grinned and celebrate a little, as Terrador grunted softly to himself, slightly angered for losing the small competition they were having.
"Looks like you win again," said Terrador reluctantly.
"Yea, you know what that means," Cynder said excitedly.
Terrador quickly recalled the small agreement they made a while back, were whoever won a small contest early in the morning, the winner would get to pick and choose wherever they went out to eat breakfast, which was the only way Terrador could think of as to spend time with his Cynder before he left, which he didn't mind, even if he had to lose on purpose.
Cynder didn't answer, and instead just walked past her father, and out the door. Turning around, Terrador followed her. Cynder walked through Warfang, her head held high with delight from her recent victory, while Terrador couldn't help but smile at this. As they walked, the talked about some random things that they saw along the way to the place that Cynder wished to dine.
They suddenly cut their conversation short and stopped where they were, as two dragons, both dressed in ancestral attire, which is comprised of a white cloak that covered their entire body and neck, along with a mask of the same color which covered their face. As by law, Terrador and Cynder both stepped away from them as the cloaked figures turned the corner towards them, and once they were out of site, they continued their conversation and began to walk once more.
Ever since Cynder was a mere hatchling, she's known about these hooded men and women who roam the streets of their city. According to her father, these people are highly devoted men, women, and children who give their lives in following the ancestor's teachings and try to learn from them. In order to do this, they must give up most of their senses, which is what the uniform helps to accomplish. The mask removes their sight, their ability to talk, and reduces their ability to smell, and see, while the cloak removes most things that they could feel. While wearing this uniform the members loses themselves from lack of sensations and their minds and souls are given to the ancestors, or so that is what her father told her. How much of that is true she wasn't sure. Cynder never found herself to be religion and thus she never cared enough to try and figure out exactly what the deal was with these Zealots roaming the streets.
They soon found themselves at a small building that sold a wide range of different kinds of meat. Cynder licked her lips as she entered, hardly being able to wait to taste the delectable food that lay before her.
It wasn't long before they ordered their meals, and sat down before digging in. Before they got to comfortable however, Terrador heard his name being called. Looking up, he saw a good friend of his, another elderly dragon by the name of Ignitus along with his own daughter, a pink dragoness by the name of Ember, walking towards them.
"Ignitus my good friend, what brings you down here with us commoners?"
"Well despite the more fabulous things that comes with nobility," Ignitus said, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "I like to think that it's always nice to walk among you so called "commoners" every once in a while,"
"Understandable and I see that you brought along young Ember with you," pointed out Terrador.
"Of course, I shouldn't be the only one who gets to dine on such a fine place alone,"
Terrador chuckled alongside Ignitus for a moment, before suddenly growing a more serious look on his face. "I'm actually quite glad that we ran into each other here, there are some important matters I would like to discuss with you quickly if you don't mind,"
Ignitus's laughter died down quickly before giving his friend a nod. He looked down to his daughter and gave her an apologetic look "Ember why don't you and Cynder go sit over there, Terrador and I need to speak in private. It will be quick I promise,"
Ember didn't seem so happy by this but nodded anyway, before walking over to a table a few feet away, and Cynder soon joined her. Due to how much their fathers had to discuss with one another, Cynder and Ember became very close friends.
"So, what do you think there talking about?" asked Cynder curious as to what could be so important that they had to lose time spending with their dads over.
"Oh, my best guess would be that it's about this so-called upending war," Ember said as she rolled her eyes. "I swear father could hardly stop talking about it the other day, but…. After losing so much after the last one…" her voice trailed off as her mind drifted back to what she lost and who wasn't with her anymore.
Cynder's body stiffened as she watched her friend drift into depression and tried to come up with something to cheer her up. "Hey, did you hear that we'll be getting a new student at school?" she in hopes that this would get her mind off her mother. "I heard about it the other day, people are saying he's from out of town."
Ember gave a small shrug. "Yeah I've heard about that to," she said feeling a tiny bit better talking about something else. "There aren't many towns nearby though, did anyone mention where he might be coming from?"
Cynder nodded. "Yeah some place called Irontooth." hearing this surprised Ember.
"Really now? That's miles away. It would take days even to just fly their as an adult. I wonder why he would be coming all the way here then."
Cynder only shrugged. "I'm not sure, maybe he's some sort of trouble maker and got kicked out of town and the only place that would accept him was here?" The fact of the matter was that Cynder didn't seem to care too much about this new kid coming, but it was the fact of the matter that he was coming from far away that interest her.
"Cynder, Ember, it's time for you two head off to school." Terrador said, as he cut into their conversation momentarily. "Ignitus and I however have more to talk about, so you two will be walking one your own today,"
Both girls didn't seem so happy about this but knew that there wasn't any point in arguing about this. "Yeah sure thing dad, come on Ember," motioned Cynder as she began to leave the table.
The two walked to the school that they both attended without running into any distractions or any more of the dragons dressed in white, and soon found themselves walking down the hallways. As the two dragoness' walked to their first class, they talked about anything the peaked their interest at that point in time but stopped when they heard a familiar voice call out Cynder's name behind them, and in response Cynder gave a small grunt of annoyance.
Turning around she saw an ice dragon, about their age came strolling up to them, his light blue scales shining brightly, and his black underbelly despite being such a dark color, seemed to gleam just as much. Most dragoness' would find his dragon to be a charmer, and an all-around lovely guy to be around. That is to say, most dragons would think that. As for Cynder, she just saw him as a throne in her side.
"What do you want now, Emory," said Cynder, in a distasteful, nearly venomous tone in her once cheerful voice.
"Now, now Cynder my love, there is no need to be so angry with me, I merely wish to show you how deep my feelings run for you.," Emory said as he held out a rose to her.
"How many times must I tell you, Emory I don't share the same feelings for you," said Cynder before lighting the rose a blaze with her fire breath.
Emory quickly dropped the flower and stomped out the flames before it lit the floor on fire. Once finished he looked back up at Cynder, with his sparkling blue eyes that Cynder had grown to hate with a passion. "You may turn me away now, Cynder, but that won't turn me away. Even when you show me nothing but spite, I'll only return with equal passion till the day I die," Emory said in a sweet and tender voice. Cynder was about to say something that she would probably regret later, when a bell started to ring signaling the students that class would be starting soon. Emory gave a small bow, before walking off past them to his class.
Cynder let out another sigh before waving goodbye to Ember and began to follow Emory, silently wishing that she didn't have to share her first class with him. To make matters worse, her first class of that day was her least favorite, History class.
Not that she hated the history of the dragon race as there were something she enjoyed, such as the history of Warfang, it's uses in the past, and how it grew into the capital of Dragon kind, despite the fact it was far away from most towns. No, what she hated most about this class was who taught it. A middle-aged yellow dragon by the name of Volteer, who had a large tendency of speaking quickly to the point where it was hard to understand him.
Upon entering her class, she watched Emory quickly sit down, and turning to her, patting the ground next to him, signaling for her to sit next to him.
Rolling her eyes Cynder sat in-between two of her other classmates, trying her best to ignore his stares. Class soon started and as time went on, Cynder couldn't help but glance every once and a while at the blue dragon curious if he was still thinking about her. Emory noticed each time she looked in his direction, and grinned every time she did, only for it to disappear the next second when she looked away.
In hopes of ignoring her admirer, Cynder tried to pay more attention to what Volteer was lecturing today. It had something to do with an economic crisis that the city had way before her father's time, but she wasn't completely sure. All she knew was that she was bored out of her mind and she could help but let her mind wonder. She wasn't sure how long she spent daydreaming, but it wasn't until she heard her name being called out when she regained focus.
Looking around for the source that called her name, she saw Volteer standing in front of the room, with an angered look on his face, not liking the fact that one of his students were ignoring his small speech.
Once he knew he had her attention, he continued talking, but then suddenly paused as if he just realized something that he was supposed to do. He turned back around and faced the class. "My apologies everything, but it would seem that I've made a critical error and for that I do apologies. If you all will please, I'd like to introduce our newest student in our class." He waved his paw, silently instructing the newest student to rise out of his seat. "Could you please introduce yourself to the class?"
Cynder turned her head and watched as a red dragon seemingly around her own age stand up. The first thing she noticed that he had an annoyed look upon his face, as if he didn't want to be where he was now. Once he was fully standing she noticed the necklace that hung around his neck, that held a black gem resting upon his golden underbelly.
With a sigh and with a voice that made everyone aware that he hated being the center of attention, he said "Hello everyone, my name is Spyro,"
So, what do you guys think of this story so far? Why do you guys think Spyro is red and not purple, and what is so important about those dragons in white attire? All of these and more will be answered in the future.