Hello guys!
This is my second collab with Warrior of Spectra and we are both excited to show you our new story: 'The Legend of Spyro: Warfang High'!. Now, this story will be an alternate version, a spin-off if you will, from his story 'The Legend of Spyro: The Forsworn'. Therefore, it will include characters from that one. Don't worry, you will still be able to understand without having read that one, but I still suggest you do read it. Its one of the best stories on the site!
Now, shall we begin? :3
Disclaimer: Neither me, or Warrior of Spectra own The Legend of Spyro. We're not awesome enough...Yet ;3
Today was the day...the day Spyro had been waiting years for: to attend Warfang High.
While most dragons hated the idea of attending school, particularly a school where you had to live on campus the entire year, Spyro held no such thoughts. Especially when he, for the first time in his life, could live outside of Warfang's Temple and meet some new friends.
Being the only child of Empress Emera, the Empress of the Dragon Realms, was not as easy as everyone who wished to be born royalty would dream…especially when your mother is The Dragon-Goddess of The Afterlife, the third born child of The Goddess Spectra and the Empress.
And there was one last factor that did not make Spyro's life easy: He was the current Purple Dragon, a legendary creature that was destinied to control all of the Dragon Elements and put his mark on the current age.
Everytime the fifteen year old dragon stepped outside of the Warfang temple, he always wore a hood and robe, keeping his face hidden but his scale colors exposed. Everyone would treat him with respect and royalty…but he just wanted to be normal. But he knew it wasn't possible. The only solution to him blending into the crowds of Warfang and the world was dyeing his scales red and walk among the citizens for a few hours.
Although the purple dragon would have to wear the dye his entire school year, at least he'd be able to make new friends.
Inside his chambers, the purple dragon was busy packing his bag. The contents in his bag contained scrolls, with techniques of the nine Elemental Dragon styles written on them, that he would be memorizing to further progress his powers over Fire, Ice, Electricity, Earth, Sand, Stone, Water, Wind and Shadow, the nine Elements of The Goddess Spectra…who was in turn Spyro's grandmother, something he still found hard to believe.
After including the last of his belongings into his bag, he glanced at two pictures that he held in his paws before putting them away.
One painting was of Spyro, wearing his orange-red dye, making him look like a Fire Dragon, and his two second parental figures: The fire Guardian Ignitus and his Fire Dragoness mate Pyra. While Emera was busy with her tasks of running her Empire, making sure that the Empire she had formed a thousand years ago was being fair and just, Ignitus and Pyra would look after the young dragon, acting as second parents.
While Spyro attended the Academy, the official story would be that Spyro is the only son of the couple.
After Spyro placed the picture into his bag, he glanced at the other painting…this one was of Spyro and his mother, Empress Emera. The Indigo colored Dragoness was laying on the ground with Spyro, who was five at the time, smiling happily as the dragonling snuggled up to her, sleeping peacefully.
Even though she was busy, Spyro's love for his mother was strong and the two spent as much time as they could. Emera was reluctant to let her only child attend the Academy, knowing she would not be able to see her son as often. But to help him progress, the Empress agreed with her son's request.
Spyro smiled as he placed the painting in his bag and slid it over his shoulder as he walked out of his large chambers, pushing the doors open and made his way to his mother's chambers across the hall…preparing to tell his mother goodbye.