Hello everyone! If you thought I was done with Metal Storm guess what? You were wrong! I present to all of you the teaser to the new story: Legend of Spyro: World Fury!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OR ANYONE IN THE SPYRO UNIVERSE, ONLY MY OCS.

Prologue: High Speed, High Stakes

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The radio in the plane cracked to life as Gordon's voice broke over the speaker.

"Okay Bertram, only ten laps to go, do you have enough fuel?"

Bertram de Launces, youngest son of the Count of Launces, James, looked at his fuel gage and keyed the mike.

"Roger Gordo, I've plenty of fuel! I'm winning this thing."

Bertram pushed the throttle to the max and shot ahead of two more planes, the roar of his P-29's engine drowned out Gordon's reply at being called Gordo (again).

The announcer's voice echoed from the plane's radio and the actual skybox.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Bertram de Launces in plane number 10 shoots past Richter in 07 and Maxwell in 305 to take third place. In just a few months the young pilot from Launces and protégé of the legendary Blue Baron Reyson Havvers has taken the Sky Racing Circuits by storm! I have to wonder though, is he the new rising star in the sport his mentor created? If so then what a legacy, what a chance! If Bertram pulls this off he'll be the first man to win the Sanijo Silver Circuit!"

Bertram laughed and pushed the throttle up further, the speedometer rose to 220 miles per hour. He gripped the stick and prepared to pass again when a high pitched whine echoed and he groaned. Looking up, he saw another racer he knew, Michijo Ayatane, who was piloting the number 19 pass him and the the pilot in plane 13, Nicholas Greer.

Scowling, his did a quick barrel roll while accelerating and passed Greer as well. Then he flipped a switch next to his speedometer, engaging the plane's booster. Engaging a booster in a plane is the same as spraying holding a flame to a fuel hose, flames shot from the pipes under the cowling and the P-29 rocketed foward. He pulled up on the stick and flew straight over Ayatane's cockpit canopy.

A string of Blue Isles curse words rattled his eardrums momentarily stunning Bertram, however he laughed and spoke into the radio.

"Geez Ayatane, what's with the profanity and did you just call me a 'dumbass'?" A very angry reply was quick to grace his ears again.

"Yes dumbass! One foot lower and you would have taken my head with you! I thought boosters were not allowed?!"

"Not in the rookie races, however, once you graduate from the Bronze rank to Silver, you can customize your plane however you choose, even adding a booster. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a race to win." A coarse laugh came through.

"That so kid? Well I wish you luck in passing me." Bertram smiled.

"Just you wait Rey, today the student surpasses the master!"

"Your confidence is inspiring, however, is there enough room in the cockpit for that swelled head of yours?" Bertram laughed.

"Might want to keep your mouth shut Rey, otherwise you may just get bugs in your teeth with that old antique of yours." Reyson replied rather quickly.

"Hey! The P-10 isn't an antique, it's a classic!"

Bertram looked ahead and saw Reyson's plane soaring easily in first place, he was in second and Ayatane was in third. Reyson's P-10 was in all honesty, nothing more than a rebuilt, all-metal P-4. Still, no one could say Reyson didn't know the plane's limits. Knowing he couldn't add a booster to the plane, Reyson had opted for a super powerful engine that, according to James de Launces, was the fastest engine he'd ever built for an aircraft. The engine was almost twice the size of the old one and had three times the power of the original. The result was an antiquated bi-plane that originally went no faster than 155 m.p.h. was now able to match the new P-29s at 250 m.p.h. The only downside was that the P-10 was now extremely heavy and difficult to take off and land. Once in the air it was maneuverable but it took a firm hand on the controls otherwise the plane's torque would spin it out of control.

As he looked behind he saw his best friend and Reyson's son, Jake, moving from a steady seventh place and jumping to third, passing an irate Ayatane. Jake was the same age as Bertram and as such they often had friendly rivalries. Air Races were just another way to challenge each other.

Jake's aircraft was painted a flame red and gold mix, the number 11 emblazoned on its side. Unlike all the other races who preferred single engine planes, Jake flew a twin-engine variant of the P-20 called the Skylark. It was easily the fastest plane in the race but special air brakes had to be added to keep the plane under control in turns, this resulted in a reduction in speed but boosted the aircraft's balance and stability.

Bertram looked back and smiled at the irony, his mentor was in first place, him in second, Jake now in third, and hot-tempered Ayatane in fourth. Their racing team taking all four top places would be quite a boon for them in the rankings. However, the chance to take first place was a great chance to boost his own personal chances as both a pilot and a candidate for officer's training in the Syllian Royal Air Corps. Reyson had told him before the race that if he managed to pass him, he'd put Bertram on the short list for officer's training. The race was the ultimate test for him as it was anyone who wanted an officer's commission from Reyson.

Bertram knew first hand that Reyson drilled all of his students relentlessly. As not only one of four Air Commanders but as the headmaster of the Launces Flight Academy, he could decide who remained as first or second wingmen and who became squadron and wing leaders.

As he continued to think of ways to pass Reyson, a siren began to whine and Bertram looked over towards the port of Sanijo. A huge ship was steaming into harbor, multiple breaches in it's armor, it's aft castle, turrets, and deck was burning and it was spewing thick black smoke from the funnels. He was in perfect position to see the number on the ship's hull. He blanched when he saw 172 on it's side. He hurriedly keyed the mike.

"Reyson! Reyson! The Duke Obël is incoming, it looks like she's suffered damage!" He heard Reyson curse and speak.

"Concerned about Josh, eh? I understand. Make for the port runway immediately. I'll radio the air boss." Moments later, Reyson's voice crackled through the radio to the race tower and the air boss.

"Attention Sanijo Race Officials, the fast battleship Prince Obël has returned and is severely damaged. Due to his brother being an Ensign aboard the ship, Bertram de Launces is pulling out, as am I. My rank as Air Commander means I must also investigate any possibility of attack."

There was a pause, the raceway intercomm kicked in.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, due to an accident in port, Reyson Havvers and Bertram de Launces are pulling out of the race. The leader is currently Jake Havvers followed closely by Michijo Ayatane. Third is Russel Knox in plane number 509 and fourth is held by Thomas Richter."

Bertram saw Reyson pull away and head for the airstrip near the port and followed. He couldn't shake the feeling, but something was wrong, seriously wrong as the smoke rising from the stricken battleship was thicker than he had ever seen before.

A frantic message on his radio got his attention.

"Attention! Attention! Battleship RNV Prince Obël to Sanijo Port Command! The 19th Patrol Fleet was ambushed and destroyed by unknown attackers. Enemy fleet is making steam course south-by-southeast. Prepare for attack. Repeat: Prepare for attack."

At that moment, air raid sirens began blaring throughout the city. The enemy was inbound.

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Well everyone, here is the teaser for the next story. I hope you all like it. I'm going to be working on a few other projects before I get the story off the ground. As always, please rate and review.