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~Chapter 2~
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Cynder and Fog were so focused on each other that Cynder didn't hear Spyro trying to get her attention. Finally, Spyro had to grab Cynder and turn her around to face him to break the gaze.

"Cynder, what happened?!" Spyro asked in a worried tone, "You two were looking at each other for about ten minutes!"

"Ten minutes?!" Cynder said in shock, "No! That couldn't have been more than a minute! Two at most!"

Fog also seemed shocked at how long they were locked in that gaze. But she decided to ignore what happened, expecting it to be a one time event.

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"Will Bolt be okay?" Celsius asked the healer.

"She'll be okay now," the healer, Voltra said, "It wasn't pretty to see though. I had to slightly modify my ability so that I could get Bolt's sneezing so intense that she was sneezing out big globs of snot. But it was required to get the ash out. But the amount of ash in her snot...it was like someone just took a pawfull of ash and just stuffed it in her snout."

Voltra stopped when he noticed Celsius was about to throw up. Celsius tended to have a bit of a weak stomach. And the visuals that Voltra gave her could've made a strong stomach churn. Voltra went to get a bucket in case she couldn't hold it. He then placed it in front of her before he turned and saw the clean bucket. Realizing he gave her the bucket with the mucus in it, he was about to replace it. But it was too late. The sight of the mucus caused Celsius to throw up.

Soon after that, Spyro and Cynder came in to check on Bolt only to see Celsius laying in a bed. "We were originally going to ask about Bolt. But is Celsius okay," Spyro asked.

"That was kinda my fault," Voltra said sheepishly, "After describing what I did with Bolt, I made her nauseous. Then I gave her...an unclean bucket. So I'm letting her stay here for now."

"I think I'll avoid asking what you told Celsius," Cynder said awkwardly, "But how's Bolt?"

"She's okay now," Voltra said as he lead them into the room where Bolt was. They saw that she was asleep and breathing deeply, getting in as much air as she could while she slept, "I don't understand why there was so much ash in her sinuses though. And she has a partial resistance to ash and pollen and things like that causing her to sneeze. She was hatched prematurely...if you can call it hatching. Bolt's egg was in fact struck by lightning. This turned the shell completely to ash. Because of all that ash, she developed an immunity. This lightning strike also is the cause of a...glitch in her brain."

"I assume that's where her stutter comes from," Spyro said.

"I didn't realize Bolt had a stutter," Cynder added.

"That's why she prefers not to talk," Voltra pointed out.

"As long as she's gonna be okay, I'm glad," Spyro said, "I guess we must have miscalculated something when we did our performance."

"No, there was nothing wrong with the performance. If there was any miscalculations, it was that there was less ash than previous years," A snow white dragon with cyan wings and underside said as he entered the infirmary. It was Shard, an ice dragon who has seen that display three times already. Shard is intelligent, and uses that smarts to make up for his lack of physical strength. Though he tends to put too much pride in his intelligence sometimes, "Is Bolt allergic to ash? Because if not, then I have to conclude that this was an intentional act."

"As I just told Spyro and Cynder, Bolt actually has a partial resistance to ash," Voltra said, "You said there was less ash than usual? How is that possible when there was so much ash in her mucus? Are you sure you didn't miscalculate something?"

"I never miscalculate," Shard gloated, "And if there was as much ash in Bolt's mucus as you say there was, and with there being less ash than usual, that just fuels my theory of Bolt's condition being intentional."

"Why are you here and not on your way to your next class?" Voltra said.

"I appologize. I just thought it would be a good idea to let you know my theory," Shard said before leaving.

"Can you make an infirmary note to excuse both Bolt and Celsius from the last two classes?" Cynder asked.

"Of course. I've have then ready in a minute," Voltra said.

Once Voltra went into the back room, Cynder turned to Spyro with a worried look, "Before I got caught in that gaze of Fog's, I heard her say that Bolt was a lightweight," Cynder explained, "That's why I was about to glare at her in the first place."

"Are you implying that Fog tried to use the ashes to suffocate Bolt?" Spyro asked, not sure whether to believe her.

"I don't know," Cynder said, "But if-"

"Here are the infirmary notes for Bolt and Celsius," Voltra said as he came back in, interrupting what Cynder was about to say.

"Thank you, Voltra," Spyro said as he took the infirmary notes, "I'll send these to Cyril and Trai. And make sure to take care of Bolt and Celsius." Spyro and Cynder then headed out of the infirmary to send the notes to the other instructors. They split up, Spyro sending the notes to Cyril, and Cynder sending the notes to Trai.

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After school, Spyro and Cynder returned to their own room where they met up with Alec.

"Hi, Alec!" Cynder exclaimed, "You wouldn't believe what happened in class today!"

"Try me," Alec said smugly.

Considering my experiences since I created that portal, including coming to a world that exists in a videogame, have a videogame character come into my world, turning into a silver dragon and have all new senses, and many other things. So chances are, I won't be too surprised. And besides, I'm the kind of person who's easily open to new ideas anyway.

"Actually, it's not as positive as Cynder made it seem," Spyro said, "For starters, after we did our usual performance, one of our students started going into a sneezing fit. We assumed that maybe there was more ash at the end than usual, and perhaps that Bolt had an allergy. But after we sent her to the infirmary, we actually found out that Bolt actually has a partial resistance to ash."

"That's when we assumed that perhaps there was more ash than there usually was," Cynder continued, "But then Shard came in and pointed out that there was in fact less ash than usual. But that is contradictory to how much ash was in her mucus."

Eww!

"Wait, Bolt. She's that little dragoness with the disability, isn't she?" Alec asked.

"Yes. Because of what Voltra calls a glitch in her brain, she has a stutter," Spyro said, "And because of her stutter, she doesn't like to talk much."

"How did you know she had a stutter?" Cynder asked, "Did she talk in your class?"

"Well, I'm sure these silver scales of mine didn't play a part in that knowledge," Alec said sarcastically, "But seriously, I didn't know she had a stutter. I just could sense that she had some sort of disability."

"As we were saying, we realized that the only other alternative is that it was an intentional act," Spyro said.

"And we have an idea of who might be responsible," Cynder said, "There's this other dragoness we came across who said that Bolt was a lightweight when she started sneezing."

"Was that dragoness by any chance Fog?" Alec asked.

"As a matter of fact, yes," Cynder said, "Did she cause trouble in your class too, or was your 'silver dragon senses'?"

"Actually, it was a little bit of both," Alec said.

I knew that Fog was gonna be trouble. But I didn't realize she'd be this much trouble. Perhaps that's what I sensed from her, something more than just a troublemaker. But why?

"When I heard her say that, I turned around to glare at her," Cynder said, "But that's when...I don't even know what happened."

"Cynder and Fog were suddenly locked in a gaze for ten minutes," Spyro explained, "But Cynder said that she couldn't have been in that gaze for more than a couple minutes. I also think it's eerie how much she resembles Cynder."

"I know, right?" Alec said, "With the exception of her coloration, she looks just like Cynder."

"There's another thing about when I looked into Fog's eyes," Cynder said nervously, "When I looked into her eyes, I saw her as she appears. But I didn't sense a student or another dragoness or anything like that. When I saw her, I felt like I was seeing myself."

"Well, she does look allot like you. Maybe that it was just messing with your mind or something," Spyro said, "After all, you did loose track of time."

"No. There's more to it than that, isn't there?" Alec asked.

I could sense that there was more to what Cynder had to say. Or perhaps it's that she was having trouble putting it into words. But it wasn't just messing with her mind.

And if you want to argue, you can send your argument to my silver scales.

"Alec's right, there is more," Cynder said, "It's not necessarily that I saw myself in her, but more that I saw what could have been. What I sensed in Fog was myself, if Spyro never freed me from Malefor. I saw who I could have been."

"But if I hadn't freed you from Malefor, you'd still be the Terror of the Skies in that adult transformation," Spyro said.

"Spyro, your ability to listen is starting to become on par with Sparx'," Alec said, "And Sparx has no ability to listen."

"Hey, I take offense to that," Sparx said as he came in with Mal and the children.

"What's the 'Trar of the Skies'?" Iggy asked.

"It's Terror of the Skies. And it's just a scary story," Alec said as Iggy climbed onto Spyro's back, "And what I meant was that it's about what Cynder sensed in Fog, not what she saw."

"Fog? But it's not foggy outside," Sparx said clueless.

"And this is what I mean about Sparx having no ability to listen," Alec said, "Fog is the name of a new student. And she looks allot like Cynder."

"Great. One Cynder was bad enough," Sparx said, "Now we have a clone of Cynder as a student here."

I believe that there could be allot about Fog that could potentially connect her to Cynder. But the possibility of her being a clone would be stepping far beyond the boundaries of those possibilities.

"I'm pretty sure that Fog is worse than what you believe Cynder to be," Alec said to Sparx, "I could sense trouble from her from the start. And believe me, I didn't have to be a silver dragon to figure that out."

"Can you tell us the story of the Tear of the Skies?" Vortex asked, "I like scary stories!"

"I don't," Aurora said nervously.

"Don't worry, Aurora," Spyro said, "The story does have a happy ending. And it's 'Terror', not 'Tear'."

As I watched the children, I started thinking about how I used to be when I was that young. In fact, some of my first memories were when I was three. It on my third birthday that I first met Trisha. Back then, she was a brat. We had just moved in about six months previously.

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"Are you sure it's wise to be putting the situation into Cynder's control?" Cyril asked, "I mean, you heard about what happened today."

"I don't think it's wise to take my nephew's words to heart," Terrador said, "But whether Quarry was telling the truth or not, I believe Spyro and Cynder are the best choices. Both Spyro and Cynder are orphans, even though Spyro was adopted later on."

"Don't forget that it's not just Cynder who would take on this burden," Volteer said, "Spyro will be there as well."

"I suppose you are correct," Cyril admitted, "If something does go wrong with Cynder, Spyro will be there to help."

"But as I was saying, Spyro and Cynder are orphans, so I believe they would be the best candidates for this task," Terrador continued, "After all, the best way to understand how an orphan thinks is if you yourself have been an orphan. The only alternative is to send her to Sienna and Ember. And they're too young to take care of a child."

"So were Spyro and Cynder when they mated," Cyril pointed out.

"That's not the point. Cynder will be able to understand her the best," Terrador said, "Besides, we're too busy. And someone has to deal with her attitude."

What's the deal with Fog? And why did she and Cynder get stuck in a gaze and lose track of time? And it seems that the Trar of the Skies is nothing more than a scary story now.

And what were the guardians talking about?

Please R&R.