A/N: Wow, I finished this a lot faster than I thought I would. Hopefully all my updates can be this fast. Also, thank you so much everyone who's reviewed so far and everyone who's going to. You guys are awesome. :D

Fourteen years later...

A large group of young dragons sat in rows on the hard stone floor, listening to an aged shadow dragon enthusiastically give a lecture on mathematics. As he talked, he would point with his tail to drawings on a chalkboard on the wall, despite the fact that very few of the younger dragons seemed interested in their teacher's fervent lesson. In fact a few of the students in had fallen asleep.

Near the back of the room, a purple dragoness sat, paying no regard to the lecture, instead she stared out a nearby window watching the birds play cheerfully on the other side amongst the beautiful spring day, like something from a painting by one of the great artists of old. The landscape, but splashes of paint against a cerulean blue canvas.

Staring out into the warm sunny day, she felt calm. At peace. With a yawn she stretched, nearly poking her neighbor with one of her three short horns.

"Watch it!" The fire dragon sitting next to her snapped quietly.

"Sorry, Atash." She muttered, grinning sheepishly at the crimson and gold dragon she nearly stabbed. He just rolled his eye's in response, this hadn't been the first time she had nearly clobbered him while she was captured in a daydream. Speaking of daydreams it looked as if the purple dragoness had already floated off into another one.

"Lila?"

The purple dragon was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard her name called by the teacher.

"Are you paying any attention at all?" He asked as a dragon next to her let out a loud snore.

More than him. She wanted to say, but instead settled for a simple, "Yes, sir." That was a lie of course, but who in their right mind she thought would admit to ignoring their teacher?

"Than can you tell me," The shadow dragon asked, "What is the answer to question four on the chalkboard?"

Having payed no attention to the lesson, she had no clue, so she did the only thing she could, guess, "Forty two...?" She asked hopefully.

"No." Her professor said with a stern look, Lila felt her heart drop, "The correct answer," The dragon continued, "is forty two point zero three. If you look I had written very clearly do NOT round to the nearest full number."

Well I was pretty damn close, she thought to herself, but decided it would be unwise to say such a thing aloud.

She payed a bit more attention the rest of the lesson, just incase her teacher decided to ask her anything else. When he didn't she realised with dismay that a whole hour she could have spent planning a spectacular escape from the classroom had been wasted.

When class came to an end most of the students were out of the room in mere moments, Lila and Atash were two of the first. Behind them several dragons had stayed behind to wake their friends who hadn't quite made it the entire class.

In the massive hall outside the classroom the two were met by a blue and white scaled dragoness, whom had a single horn protruding from the tip of her snout, "How was class?" She asked.

"As good as any of Skotos' classes." Lila said bluntly.

"That bad, huh?"

Lila and Atash nodded in unison. Atash then inquired, "How was elementalism?"

Lila felt a pang of jealousy, the blue dragoness, Suishou, was fifteen, a year older than she and Atash. The teens living in the temple were taught by The Guardians to control their respective element. As the purple dragon, Lila felt that she should be taught how to manipulate the elements now, but The Guardians believed that all the students in the temple were to be treated equally, even if given student was the purple dragon of legend.

"It was good." Suishou responded, paused for a moment then added excitedly, "Kopaka is teaching us how to fury next week."

Atash and Lila gaped at the blue dragoness, "Are you serious?" Kasai asked, wide eyed, "I thought the DEM had banned anyone under the age of eighteen from learning furys."

"Guess they made an exception."

"You've got to teach me how to do that." Lila says excitedly. For the last few months Suishou had been secretly teaching the purple dragon what she had learned, it wasn't as good as learning from the guardians themselves, but it was as close as she'd get for almost a year.

"Just so long as you don't tell anyone in the DEM." The ice dragoness said with a grin.

The Department of Elemental Mastery or DEM, were a branch of Warfang's government that dictated the laws around manipulation of the elements. In recent years they had driven up the legal age to use certain abilities, such as the elemental fury, due to several accidents caused young elementalists.

As they talked the three dragons walked out of the building and into the temple grounds. Atash wasted no time to find a patch of ground in the shade of a tree large and plop to the ground. The two dragonesses followed suit.

"You guys heard about the protests in the capital?" Lila asked after a few moments of silence.

"Yeah," Atash replied, "I got a letter from mum about it. She says they've gotten really bad the last few days."

"What do you mean by bad?" Lila asked, rolling over to face the red dragon.

"As in violent, some poor guy was killed when he tried to get the protesters to shut up."

Suishou shook her head, "It's crazy if you ask me. That they think that the government should pay them when none of 'em got a job."

"I think it's a little more complicated than that." The fire dragon stated, "The-"

"Ah, it doesn't matter," The blue dragoness interrupted, waiving a paw, "It's not our business. Why should we care?"

Lila didn't agree with that, if people were being hurt it was definitely their business, but she didn't want to start a debate, so she held her tongue.

"Yeah, guess you're right." Atash agreed, as he looked up into the sky, lost in thought. The three of them spent the afternoon like that, gazing up into the endless blue void called the sky, each lost in their separate thoughts.

A tall, muscular feline strode across the blood stained deck of a massive airship in flight somewhere amongst The Floating Isles. Even though the sun beat down on the ship, the cat wore a long hooded cloak, that hid his face in a shroud of darkness.

It only took the cloaked figure a moment to cross the length of the ship. Before passing through the door that lead to the cabin, the cat pulled a small, dual barreled flintlock pistol from a holster hidden in his cloak. After that he kicked down the door with one quick movement.

He was greeted by the sound of musket fire and a section of the wall less than a foot next to him exploded. Without flinching, the feline returned fire, hitting the shooter, a small black furred dog, standing behind a beautifully designed wooden desk, square in the chest.

The creature fell to the ground without so much as a yelp. The cat then swept the cabin. When he was sure no one else was there the cat walked over to the desk the dog had been standing behind, and tore open one of the drawers. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for, an important looking paper with the seal of The Warfang Republic's Navy.

He walked back out to the deck, and waved a signal to a hot air balloon hovering a few hundred feet above the ships deck. The balloonist nodded, then tossed a rope down to the ships deck. In a matter of seconds the feline had ascended the rope and pulled himself into the basket. He held up the paper and with a grin and said, "I've found it."