Legend of Spyro: Stormfront

Chapter 3

Spyro woke up panting and sweating. His dream had felt so real, so close. He could smell the scent of death on the air. Hear the carnage of war, and see the doom that was coming.

He thought to himself, "I must find this power that the voice was talking about, or all of Warfang is doomed. I will not let what I saw come to pass. I will save the dragoness I love."

He then looked over at the sleeping form a few feet from him. Cynder, was still asleep. Her breaths continuing to rise, and fall on a regular interval.

Spyro, got off his cushions and walked out to the balcony. He looked up to the stars and gave a loud, sigh, as he lay down on the hard stone. He gazed out over the city of Warfang, but saw nothing but the death and destruction that would come unless he stopped it.

All of a sudden he heard the scratch of claws on stone behind him, and looked to see Cynder, approaching him.

"What are you doing up, Spyro," she asked?

"It is nothing just a bad dream is all," he replied.

"What was it about," she questioned?

"Nothing, my dear," he said, not wanting to tell her what it was about out of fear of scaring her.

"Are you sure, you don't want to talk about it," she continued.

"Yes, I'm sure," he replied, and with that Cynder laid down next to him.

"Is it okay, if I sleep out here with you," she asked?

"Sure," Spyro replied. As they drifted off together.

Spyro awoke the next morning surprisingly rested. After washing up in the washroom and cleaning his teeth; he decided he would get breakfast before continuing on with the day's activities. By now Cynder had awoken and they decided to go together. They went to the academy cafeteria to see how well the cooking was there. Stepping up to the counter one of the moles said, "Young Master Spyro, and Mistress Cynder, what a pleasure to see you, what might I get you?"

"The boar for me," replied Spyro.

"I will take the deer," said Cynder.

"It will be out momentarily, my lord and lady."

"Please you don't have to call us that," they replied together.

"Yes, my lor- I mean Spyro, sir," he said. Then quickly turning away and making sure the order for the two was placed at top priority.

After retrieving their food and finding a quiet spot to sit at near the corner of the building, they began to notice they were being stared at. A group of dragons had their mouths agape at the two sitting in the distance. One of the dragons was a reddish-orange, with a golden-brown underbelly, tail blade shaped like an arrow, with golden horns, and was obviously a female fire dragon. Another was an earthy green dragon, with a brown underbelly and a mace at the tip of his tail, however he was giving them a glare of disgust. The last dragon was a deep red with golden horns, and looked eerily similar to Spyro but with a tail blade that looked like a flame itself.

Cynder gave them a glare. The three then realized the legendary heroes were on to them and quickly went back to eating their food, however occasionally sneaking glances at the two of them.

After the meal, Spyro noticed it was approaching time for him to begin class.

"Cynder, it is nearly time to go."

"Alright, let's get going."

They made their way to the training grounds of the academy where class would be held. Upon reaching the grounds, which was a stone area with an open roof for aerial maneuvers and rings to signify the match areas, they saw fifteen dragons talking amongst themselves in a low whisper. The three dragons from earlier, were amongst them.

"Ahem." The group quickly lined up into a row, without another word from Spyro.

Spyro was in front of the line and gave a quick look at all the dragons that were arrayed in front of him. There was an equal mixture of females to males, and were of all of the basic elements as well.

"Alright, as you all know I am Spyro, and I will be teaching you how to survive in this dangerous world. The enemy is merciless he will kill you if you give him the chance. You must be ready when the time comes to fight."

One of the dragonesses immediately raised a wing indicating she had a question.

"Yes, what is it," Spyro asked.

"Can you tell us about the final battle between you, and the Dark Master, please," she inquired.

"First off, Cynder was at my side through the whole thing, and she did help me defeat him. Secondly, if you really want to hear the story I am sure someone has written a book on it by now. I will not waste this class time to talk about myself, understood?"

"Yes, Master," she said looking a little down trodden.

"I bet you didn't even beat him in a fair fight," the earth dragon from earlier stated.

A few of the students gave startled gasps. "How could you say that to him Quake," the orange-red female from earlier questioned.

"Humph, since you are so confident, you can be the first for today's lesson. I will be testing your combat skills. All the females please form a line over there, you will be sparring Cynder, today. All males stay here, you will be sparring me. Please, step up Quake," Spyro said giving Quake a small glare.

"Ha! This will be easy I can finally show up this loser," thought Quake.

The two dragons then stood a couple yards apart.

"The rules are no killing blows, everything else goes," stated Spyro.

"Begin."

Quake immediately charged at Spyro full force with horns down attempting to gore Spyro in the chest. Spyro sighed, "This is going to be too easy." As Quake was about to deliver his charge into Spyro, Spyro sidestepped at the last possible moment. Then, Spyro brought his tail down, while simultaneously covering it in earth to form a makeshift club. Spyro then delivered a crushing blow to Quake's head as he sped by. Quake took the full force of the hit and his head crashed into the stone, and then tumbled a few feet before stopping. A few of the male dragons gave "ooos" and "ouches." The deep red dragon from earlier exclaimed, "Damn that had to have knocked him out!"

Spyro walked over to the earth dragon, but was shocked to find him still conscious, that blow should have knocked him out.

"That, me, head, hurt, a bit," said Quake, his head still reeling from the blow his head received.

"Why don't you go lay down for a bit outside the ring, Quake," Spyro said softly as Quake attempted to lift himself to his feet.

"Y-y-yes sir, Master Spyro, sir," Quake said stumbling his way over to the edge of the ring.

"Next," Spyro said stepping back into the ring.

The next few dragons were very uneventful, most tried in vain to hit Spyro, but none of them even managed to lay a paw on him let alone stay in the ring for very long.

Then, came the deep-red dragon.

"What is your name," questioned Spyro.

"It is Flame, sir."

"Okay Flame, you may begin," stated Spyro.

Flame immediately let loose a group of fire balls at Spyro. Spyro countered with an equal number of his own, leaving a large smoke cloud in the middle of the ring. Flame took flight and appeared over the smoke and prepared to launch another fireball at Spyro. However, Spyro was prepared for this and launched a particularly large fireball at Flame. Flame had no chance to dodge before the fireball exploded on his chest the concussive force nearly knocking him out of the ring.

"Good idea Flame, but it will take a lot more than that to land a blow on me," said Spyro.

Flame just responded with a slight growl. Then, Flame spewed a large jet of flame at Spyro. Spyro countered with his ice breath. The two opposite forces met in the middle of the arena, then a large cloud of steam gushed outwards followed by a mist that covered the arena in a thick blanket. Spyro could only see a few feet in front of him, and then out of the gloom a fireball ripped past missing by a few feet. Then, another and another, Flame was randomly shooting into the mist.

Spyro called out, "Flame it is not good to give away your position like that. Your attacks are random every move must have a purpose."

Flame, began to build a fireball up, to target the sound of Spyro's voice, but then a huge jolt of electricity came along the ground, a like a ripple from a pond. Flame had no chance to dodge, before the violent spasms took over his body as the volts ripped through his body.

The mist began to clear. The students looked on in anticipation, of the outcome of the battle, only to see Flame on the ground writhing in pain still.

Spyro walked over to injured fire dragon. "Nicely done Flame, you have shown the best skill I have seen today by far, but you lack a strategy to your movements. Plan ahead, predict your enemy, then when the moment is right, strike with overwhelming force."

"How did you, get me through all that fog?" asked Flame.

"When we you used your flame and I used my ice, I made the field to my advantage. Look what your lying in Flame," Spyro replied.

Flame looked down to see a large puddle of water.

"You did not notice a small change in the ground. Water conducts electricity my friend, I just supplied the power, and it found you all on its own. Let's get you over to the side line so the next battle can begin," Spyro told Flame.

The rest of the class period was pretty uneventful the remaining males proved no match for Spyro in anyway.

"Okay class it is obvious we have much to work on in the coming days, dismissed," Spyro stated.

Shouts of joy erupted from the group of dragons, as they rushed for the exit.

"How were your matches, Cynder," Spyro questioned as they started to walk to their home?

"Most of them were complete push overs; one girl showed promise though, that reddish-orange fire dragon. Her name is Flare, by the way."

"Well good at least we have some talent it the class, I was beginning to worry."

"How were your matches," Spyro

"They were fine, the deep red fire dragon, Flame, put up a good fight, but still didn't manage a scratch."

"Seems like hiding their whole lives in caves didn't do wonders for there fighting skills," Cynder replied.

"Ya," Spyro said chuckling.

Okay that is chapter 3. Please review! I need all the help I can get! Don't worry I promise the story is about to get much more interesting. Hehe, especially for Spyro. Marsh out.