Part 2
Later that morning, the Dragon Elder Tomas was out on his morning walk. As he was passing the pasture where the dragon statue is place, he turned to look at the graceful gaze of the statue, but instead widened his eyes in shock. Instead of being in its usual green state, the Dragon Statue was covered in green paint, scribbled messily with black markers, and was wearing armor similar to Gnasty Gnorc's.
A horrified Tomas practically let his staff drop from his hand...
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"The dragon statue, vandalized!"
In front of the statue, stood Spyro the Dragon, the nursery keeper Nana, Hunter, as well of Tomas. They had gathered to check and investigate who would scribble and also destroy the Dragon Village's private property.
Hunter turned to Tomas, "But it would take a bunch of, say, people to repaint this entire statue to look like Gnasty Gnorc in one night..."
Spyro muttered, "If only there was some sort of clue..."
"A clear kind of clue." Sparx responded, "Bzzz..."
"Ruff ruff!" A voice rang out from afar.
Tomas, Nana, Hunter, Spyro and Sparx looked towards the fields to the source of the voice.
"Hey look!" Hunter pointed out.
In the distance, Toasty was leading his flock of sheep through the fields before walking off to the other side of the pasture. However, they weren't what the group was looking at...
Hunter was spying a trail of tracks leading to the statue, and the trail was dotted around its now green surface. "Dragon tracks! Small ones!" He exclaimed.
Recognizing the dragon size of the tracks, Tomas turned to Spyro with a stern glare, "Were you here last night, Spyro?"
"Huh?" Spyro blinked, "No, I..."
Hunter asked, "Spyro, how could you?" He was unable to believe that his best bud would do such a heinous act.
"Huh?" Spyro jumped, "I didn't do this!"
"Then why are there dragon tracks here?" Nana questioned, "At your size?"
Spyro began, "Well..."
"Spyro wouldn't do a thing like this!" Sparx defended.
Tomas responded, "I don't know, Spyro, but I know you hang around this statue sometimes." His gaze softened slightly, "But...you say, you're innocent. I may as well believe you, after all you've done for the Dragon Realms."
"This time!" Nana added with a glare.
Nearby, and out of sight, Toasty and his flock of sheep were hidden behind the bushes, watching the group from afar and had listened their conversation.
"But what about the next time?" Toasty muttered, looking to his flock, "Because making those dragon tracks was just the beginning. Oh yeah." He sneered evilly at the sight of Spyro looking nervous and shocked at the sudden accusation of vandalizing the Dragon Statue, "That purple pipsqueak and his buddies are going bye-bye..."