Skylanders Academy: Song of the Hunt
by andresponceb2002
Chapter 2) Wake up Call
The sky above Cynder was dark brown. The wind howled faintly as the violet dragoness walked slowly toward the exit out of the Cadaverous Crypts. The savory taste of tacos in Cynder's mouth, made her incapable of holding back a bright smile. The violet dragoness had just had Taco Night with her father, Malefor and was now heading toward Skylander Academy.
"That went a lot better than I thought." Cynder admitted to herself, slightly awestruck by how reasonable Malefor had during their meeting.
The Undead dragon King had barely even bothered her about Skylander business. Instead, the two of them had simply talked about other things, like how there was a new Vampire's Secret opening in the Underworld soon, or what they both thought about the newest movies, all while they enjoyed some tasty tacos.
Cynder hadn't remembered having a genuinely good time with her father for a long time. She cherished the opportunity of having her father back and not have him be a violent megalomaniac.
However, there was one incident that prevented the visit from being perfect.
"Cynder, do your old man a favor." Malefor's words sounded through Cynder's mind. "Stay away from the purple runt."
Apparently, Malefor was still not quite behind hi whole "sworn enemies" deal with Spyro. Considering the strange feelings Cynder had been developing for Spyro and all they had gone through together, this left Cynder with slightly mixed feelings. She was frustrated at the fact her father couldn't move on from some grudge.
Then, a memory crossed Cynder's mind. It was a memory of something that had happened almost a week ago. As the memory returned to her, Cynder's cheeks blushed slightly, for she remembered her kiss with Spyro. Cynder could feel her heart beat a little faster from thinking about how she felt back then, how warm Spyro's touch was, how softly he had kissed her, how happy she was when he did.
"Sorry dad." Cynder began, despite her father being nowhere close. "I just don't think I can do that."
"Hey Cynder!" Someone shouted nearby.
"Ahhhhh!" Cynder screamed and gave a small, frightened jump.
After this, Cynder quickly turned around to see where the voice had come from. Once the violet dragoness looked behind her, she spotted the source of the person who had suddenly called her name.
"Jet-Vac?" Cynder called, staring at her feathery friend in confusion. "What are you doing here?" She asked.
"Hey, lass." Jet-Vac began, giving Cynder a small wave. "How was the visit?" He asked innocently, glancing to his sides.
At that, Cynder narrowed her eyes, giving Jet-Vac a suspicious look. "Did you eavesdrop on me?"
After this, Jet-Vac started sweating heavily. "Noooo." He said slowly, not meeting Cynder's eyes. "I was, uhh, overseeing, yes! Eavesdrop, is such a nasty word, I was looking after you!" The senior Skylander sayed, chuckling nervously after he finished speaking.
Cynder did not appreciate being followed without permission, especially on Taco Night, something she shared exclusively with her father. But, acknowledging her friend's good intentions, she let it slide this time. "The visit was good, JV." Cynder stated, lifting her accusing gaze from Jet-Vac. "There was no need for you to worry."
"Well, I'm relieved." Jet-Vac stated, smiling at Cynder. "No offence but, I'm still not quite, at ease with Malefor yet."
"You and me both JV." Cynder said, finally returning a small smile to the senior Skylander. "But, he's definitely trying, we have to at least give him that much." She sighed.
"I suppose that is true." Jet-Vac agreed, crossing his arms over his chest. "And I suppose he'll come around eventually."
"Yeah." Cynder replied, looking down at her paws. "I hope he will." She said in a quiet voice, more to herself than to Jet-Vac.
"Well, we should probably get going to the Academy." Jet-Vac suggested. "We have a job to do after all."
"Yeah, you're right." Cynder agreed. "We should get going." She said, lifting her head and resumed walking toward the exit out of the Cadaverous Crypts.
However, she came to a sudden stop when Jet-Vac called her name.
"Cynder wait!" Jet-Vac called, making Cynder stop and look at her friend. "Why take the long way around?" He asked as he pulled out something from one of his back pockets.
Cynder noticed that Jet-Vac was holding two small, coppery items in his hand. The design and blue rim gave away what they were.
"You brought Relay Badges?" Cynder asked, slightly confused.
"I thought." Jet-Vac began, looking nervous once again. "That if things, heated up, we might need a quick getaway." Jet-Vac explained. "But, they didn't! So we can just use them to avoid an unnecessarily long walk." He said.
"Alright JV." Cynder began stretching out one of her paws to pick one of the badges. "Let's get going." She said as she placed the badge over her chest and its thin blue rim began glowing.
With that, both Skylanders tapped their badges twice in quick succession, causing them both to be engulfed by white light. Then, both of them were carried across the Skylands, returning to the Academy.
Spyro felt as he suddenly touched down on solid ground. His vision, previously surrounded by pure white light, quickly returned to normal, revealing where the purple dragon had arrived at.
Spyro was standing over the Portal Gates' main platform, with his friends standing beside him.
"We need to go see Kaossandra." Stealth Elf stated, her voice coming from Spyro's left. "She'll want to hear what happened."
Spyro deflated slightly after hearing that. He hadn't failed a mission like that in a really long time. He felt like had really screwed up, especially since it was entirely his fault Unulus was now closer to his reuniting the One-Eyed Legion. After the gangly cyclop defeated Spyro one-on-one and gave him a nasty bruise on his left eye, he was now probably trying to recruit even more cyclops to his growing gang.
"Alright, let's go then." Spyro said, putting one of his paws over his still slightly swollen left eye.
But, just as Spyro and his friends stepped off the Portal Gates and were heading toward the Academy common room, they heard as the Portal Gates activated once again, creating a bright flash of white light as someone returned to the Academy.
Spyro turned around to see that his friends had done the same. As the light dispersed from the Portal Gates' platform, the returning people were revealed. Standing side by side were a familiar violet dragoness and feathery senior Skylander.
"Cynder, Jet-Vac, you're back!" Spyro exclaimed. "How did Taco Night go?" He asked, relieved to see that at least Cynder and Jet-Vac were alright.
"It went great." Cynder said with a wide smile as she began walking toward her friends with Jet-Vac doing the same. "I think my dad is starting to…"
Cynder took an abrupt pause after she got closer to the Skylanders. She focused on Spyro, looking at him with concern. "Spyro, what happened to your eye?" She asked, a worried look on her face.
"Long story." Eruptor interjected. "We actually have to talk about it with Kaossandra, which is why we're heading to the common room. Wanna tag along?" Eruptor invited, gesturing at the Academy main gates.
"Sure, why not." Jet-Vac began. "What could happen?"
"You did what!?" Kaossandra roared, slamming her fists on her desk and standing up from her chair, glaring at Spyro.
Under the sorceress' intimidating presence, Spyro could only shrink and shake, swallowing hard before answering in a meek voice. "I lost a duel to Unulus?"
Kaossandra's glare somehow intensified, becoming even scarier as her eyes burned into Spyro. The fact that everyone else was at a fair distance away, singling Spyro out, made the sorceress' gaze all the more frightening.
"Spyro, do you have any idea what this means?" Kaossandra demanded. "Unulus just proved to his followers that he is not messing around. His victory over not just a Skylander, but also over one of the ones responsible for the destruction of the One-Eyed Legion will elevate him to near-legend status among his kind." Kaossandra explained. "Now, he's probably out there gathering even more cyclop gangs and increasing his army's strength." She finished, searing the severity of Spyro's mistakes into his mind. "Why would you do something so stupid, as challenging a cyclop chieftain to a duel?" Kaossandra asked.
Spyro hung his head low, letting his wings droop to his sides. "I…" Spyro started, regret making his voice lower. "I just thought I could stop him, before he got to hurt anyone." He said. "I though, that if I could get him there and then, no one else would have to get caught up in this mess."
Spyro didn't lift his head after he finished speaking, his heart was too heavy with guilt to look at Kaossandra directly.
The purple dragon expected more scolding from Kaossandra, but the sorceress had stayed silent for a few moments, making Spyro curious. Then, the purple dragon heard as Kaossandra let out a long, tiered sigh before speaking again in a calmer, slightly softer voice.
"Spyro, I understand that what you wanted was to keep everyone safe." Kaossandra began. "I know that you meant well, not just for your friends, but for the Skylands as a whole. But you need to understand. You. Are not. Alone." Kaossandra entonated, making Spyro listen in closer. "If you had allowed your friends to help instead of charging into that duel by yourself, you could have stopped Unulus and his lackeys by now."
Spyro ran Kaossandra's words though his mind. As he did, the purple dragon rehearsed what the whole showdown with Unulus would have gone like if he'd only let his friends to help him. It would indeed have gone quite differently.
"Your friends are Skylanders too, Spyro." Kaossandra picked up. "And you are a team leader for crying out loud! But your actions have consequences Spyro and as the new headmistress of Skylander Academy, I need to make sure you understand that."
"I understand, Kaossandra." Spyro said, still looking down. "I'll take whatever punishment you give me." He said solemnly, ashamed of what his recklessness had caused.
"Hmmmm." Kaossandra paused, thinking thoroughly and creating a short silence as she came up with a punishment for Spyro. "I think I have an idea of what we could do with you." She said with a little edge of malice, like the one she had when Spyro remembered her as an enemy.
That made Spyro worry slightly, as a small drop of sweat traveled down the side of his head.
"Aw, man! You're not our team captain anymore!?" Pop Fizz shouted in disbelief as he and Spyro walked towards the Academy infirmary.
"Yeah, I know that Pop, I was there to hear about it." Spyro grumbled, a little cranky from being scolded and punished.
Apparently, Kaossandra's solution to Spyro's "Leadership problems" was to separate him from his original team and make him train new Skylander recruits.
"By having the responsibility of looking over others, you'll learn to work as a team and make a much needed improvement to your leadership skills." Kaossandra's words resonated in Spyro's mind. She was not wrong, Spyro might have been a good hero, but he was not a particularly good leader.
The issue has not made itself clear in a long time. Spyro and his friends usually winged through plans given to them by Master Eon, trusting in one another to get things right on the fly. But, Master Eon was no longer around, or at least not as he used to be. Spyro and the others couldn't just wait to be told what to do anymore and as team captain, Spyro had to take initiative.
Sure, being separated from his friends was something Spyro was undeniably salty about, but, not only did he agree to take any punishment Kaossandra gave him, he was aware of why she had assigned something so specific.
"Anyway." Spyro picked up as he and Pop Fizz got near to the Academy infirmary.
It was a lengthy building decorated similarly to the rest of the Academy with the exception of a simple white flag that had a red cross in the middle, which hung over the main gates to the building.
"Do you think you could cook something up for my eye?" Spyro asked Pop Fizz. "It's starting to sting a little." He said, slowly tracing the tips of his claws over his bruised eye.
"Yeah, I can probably make something for a little bruise." Pop Fizz stated as the blue gremlin approached the nursery doors and opened them slowly, allowing entrance for both Skylanders. "It might take a little while though, so just sit around while I make you something upstairs."
"Alright, take your time." Spyro said calmly, giving his friend a small nod.
At that, Pop Fizz rushed inside of the infirmary, leaving the door behind him open for Spyro to follow inside.
After taking a small breath, Spyro trotted through the infirmary doors before coming to a sudden stop once he was inside the building.
The inside of the infirmary a long hallway that led toward a stairway upstairs, where Spyro guessed Pop Fizz had gone to. There were quite a few windows, made of blue stained glass, as well a several nursing care beds along the right-hand side of the building, while medicinal equipment was placed on the left-hand side.
However, there were a couple of things that stood out to Spyro. For starters, there were six dragons, laying on the nursing care beds. They were all silent and still, deep in sleep.
The second thing that called Spyro's attention, was the glowing blue figure that hovered stationary in the middle of the infirmary.
With one hand stroking his ethereal beard, Master Eon was looking down at the slumbering dragons, a somber expression on his face. He had seemingly not been disturbed by either Pop Fizz or Spyro's appearances in the infirmary.
"Hello Spyro." Eon said suddenly, not lifting his gaze from the six dragons. "How are you doing?" He asked.
"I'm alright." Spyro answered, slowly walking over to the elder portal master's side. "How have you been? Is being a ghost boring yet?" He asked jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.
Spyro smiled after hearing Eon give out a light chuckle. "It's not as boring as you'd expect young dragon." Eon stated. "Let's just say that the ability to fly and go through walls without the strain of using magic makes my days a lot easier."
"Heh, I can imagine." Spyro replied, a small smile building on his face.
However, Spyro slowly shifted his gaze from Master Eon, to the sleeping dragons in front of him. Seeing them all, still asleep, still out of his reach to help even as they stood right in front of him, made Spyro's smile fade quickly and his heart grow heavy.
"Master Eon?" Spyro began, keeping his eyes on the dragons. "Is there anything we can do?" He asked.
"I'm afraid not, Spyro." Eon replied in a sad tone. "The spell Omen cast on these dragons had quite some time to lay deep roots. Removing it so suddenly was bound to leave some serious side effects." Eon explained. "However, I am certain that they will wake up one day and recover from this dreadful experience." He said, making Spyro feel a little better.
Ever since Spyro found out that these dragons were under the same spell Strykore had cast on him all that time ago, he had felt a sort of kinship with them. He felt a strange sense of responsibility toward them. Since they had all gone through the same thing, yet Spyro recovered from it first, he felt like it was his duty to help them get through as well.
At that, Spyro took a couple of steps forward, getting a little closer to one of the slumbering dragons. The dragon in front of Spyro was very strange looking. He had a sharp, bird-like beak and talons. Instead of scales he had hard, red and blue feathers which all irradiated a faint but consistent heat. To this dragon's right, laid an earthy brown dragon, almost twice the size of Spyro and to his left, slept a small green dragon, the smallest of the bunch.
Spyro looked at the red and blue dragon in front of him. He took a deep breath before speaking in a low voice. "Hey pal." Spyro began, trying to force a smile, even if the dragon in front of him was not flinching. "I uh, just wanted you to know, when you wake up, all of you-" He added, taking a quick glance at the rest of the dragons. "I'll… I'll try to help." Spyro continued. "You can count on me." He stated, finally managing to put on a smile for the unconscious dragons in front of him.
"Uhh, Spyro." Eon's voice sounded from behind Spyro, making the purple dragon turn around and face the portal master. "Not to sound ill intended, but I don't really think they can hear you."
"Yeah, I know Master Eon." Spyro said with a small sigh. "I just needed to get something off my chest." He said before slowly starting to turn around to get one last look at the slumbering dragons.
When Spyro turned around however, his heart came to a sudden stop.
The strange red and blue dragon in front of Spyro, was looking straight at him, unblinking and unmoving. His irises were a bright yellow and his scleras were a sunny orange. His open eyes were surrounded by thin rings of blue feathers.
Spyro stood perfectly still, not moving a single muscle as he stared back at the red dragon before him, who stood equally still. Spyro noticed Master Eon had also remained silent and still after the red dragon had awoken. So, after taking a small breath, Spyro tried to talk, speaking in a quiet, calm voice.
"Hey." Spyro said slowly, not taking his eyes off the red dragon, who stayed tense and unmoving. "Are you alright? Do you know-"
"Hey Spyro!" A new voice sounded suddenly, making Spyro's eyes suddenly go round when he saw the red dragon quickly turn his head toward Spyro's left.
Spyro followed the dragon's gaze to see who had interrupted them. When he turned his head, Spyro felt his stomach drop.
"Your potion is ready." Pop Fizz picked up as he slowly made his way down the stairway from the second floor, oblivious to the woken dragon beside Spyro. "So whenever-"
Pop Fizz' voice then trailed off as the blue Skylander came to an abrupt stop at the bottom of the stairway, where he stood, holding a bubbling, potion beaker in one hand and some rusty pincers in the other.
For some reason, Spyro now had a really bad feeling hanging over him. "Buddy?" Spyro entonated slowly, slowly turning his head back toward the red dragon in front of him. "You need to stay ca-"
Before Spyro could finish his sentence, he felt a powerful force tackle him, knocking him off his feet and making him trip onto the floor.
"Spyro!" Pop Fizz' and Master Eon shouted in unison.
Spyro struggled to get a hang of what had happened. However, he felt immobilized, his arms pinned down against the floor by a heavy figure above him. When Spyro lifted his gaze, he saw the red dragon looming over him, his fiery eyes now light up with anger as he pinned Spyro to the ground.
Then, Spyro saw as the red dragon swayed his head back and took a deep breath. When he did this, the red feathers covering his body began emitting a huge amount of heat. This made Spyro realize what was about to happen.
So, thinking fast, Spyro moved and tensed up his hind legs before releasing a powerful kick at the red dragon's underbelly. This caused the red dragon to give out a choked gasp, followed by a small stream of bright yellow sparks as he was kicked off Spyro, falling to his side and allowing the purple dragon to get back on his feet.
"Wait!" Spyro called, taking a defensive stance when he saw the red dragon hurriedly get back on his feet, the anger in his eyes intensifying, glancing rapidly between Spyro, Master Eon and Pop Fizz. "We don't want to hurt you! We just need you to-"
"Lies!" The red dragon roared suddenly, cutting Spyro off. "I know what you want! You are never going to capture me again!" He declared in a fiery, furious voice.
"Dude, you need to chill out!" Pop Fizz exclaimed.
"He is right." Eon interjected, trying to get closer to the tense red dragon. "We aren't trying to capt-"
Master Eon was suddenly cut off when the red dragon used his sharp bird-like talons to swipe Master Eon away. The red dragon's attack caused Master Eon's ethereal form to disperse creating a small pop of blue mist where the glowing portal master once stood.
Then, the red dragon turned around toward Pop Fizz and released a stream of bright yellow flames. This made the blue gremlin jump back and yelp in fright, trying to avoid the blazing attack.
"Hey!" Spyro shouted, calling the dragon's attention and making him turn to face Spyro.
Spyro wasn't one to allow his friends to be attacked without repercussion. He charged at the red dragon with his head dipped down, taking his target by surprise. When Spyro felt himself collide with the red dragon, he took his chance to release a fireball point blank at the red dragon in an attempt to make him simmer down.
When the flaming projectile erupted from Spyro's mouth and collided with the red dragon, he gave out a pained grunt before falling to the floor, where Spyro saw another opportunity open up.
With great speed, Spyro jumped up on the red dragon's chest and pinned the red dragon down, using his arms and hind legs to hold all of the red dragon's limbs still, making sure the squirming dragong beneath him wouldn't get loose so easily.
"Look pal!" Spyro started up, trying to get the squirming dragon's attention. "You need to calm down! We need to talk!" He shouted, getting frustrated at the red dragon's lack of cooperation.
"I have nothing to say to you!" The red dragon suddenly snapped at Spyro. Then, Spyro felt as intense heat started to come off from the red dragon's body, which started to glow a bright orange color. "Let. Me. Go!" The red dragon then roared.
Then, Spyro felt a huge blast of heat and orange light knocked him off the red dragon. Afterwards, Spyro felt his back slam against the ground as a sharp ringing resonated in his ears.
"Spyro!" The purple dragon heard a familiar voice call, diluted by the ringing in his ears.
"Pop Fizz?" Spyro asked, slowly getting back on his feet, his senses slowly returning to him. "What happened?" He asked, shaking his head wildly afterwards, trying to regain focus.
"That guy just exploded!" Pop Fizz exclaimed. "He disappeared and trashed the infirmary!"
At that, Spyro snapped back into focus. He then panned his head to his sides in order to get a full view if the infirmary.
As Pop Fizz stated, the first floor of the infirmary was in very rough shape. Where Spyro had pinned down the strange dragon, now was a meter wide, black, smoldering crater, not to mention all the destroyed stools and medical equipment near the area the Skylanders had had their fight.
"Well, it could have been worse." Spyro argued, trying to look on the bright side. "At least none of the other dragons woke up."
At that, Spyro felt cold chills run down his back. He suddenly felt like he had jinxed himself.
And then, as if to confirm his dreadful feeling, Spyro saw as some of the other dragons began to shift and shuffle. The large brown dragon, and the little green dragon, who were both side by side with the red dragon began to slowly get on their feet, disoriented looks on their drowsy faces.
However, it didn't take long for the two dragons' faces to suddenly light up and focus.
The two of them then started to take fanatical glances through the room. The brown one's eyes slowly went round as he continued scanning the room, the green one however, started breathing heavily and shrinking back toward the wall of the infirmary, almost as if the little green dragon was having a panic attack.
"Hey!" Spyro called, trying to get the two dragon's attention.
Spyro succeeded, both dragons quickly reacted and turned their faces toward him. The two dragons kept their startled expressions intact and froze for a second after Spyro called them. However, the two of them quickly reacted, out of fright, instinct or something else similar.
The little green dragon closed his eyes and strained his face. Then, with a strange skittering sound, the dragon's scaled turned transparent, making him to disappear right before Spyro's eyes.
"Ohhh, that's right!" Pop Fizz began suddenly. "That guy can turn invisible!"
However, Spyro's focus was drawn from his friend to the brown dragon. The large dragon had rolled up into a large spiky ball. Then, the brown dragon began spinning in place, like a pinwheel and Spyro noticed that the brown dragon was starting to pick up speed.
Then, Spyro saw as the brown dragon, still rolled up into a spinning ball, shoot straight at Spyro, rolling toward him at alarming speeds. The purple Skylander had only a second to react. Spyro used his wings to dash to his right, sliding out of the way of the incoming attack.
Afterwards, Spyro saw as the brown dragon collided against the infirmary gates, creating a huge hole in them along with a thunderous crashing sound. The brown dragon had slammed though the blue gates like a living wrecking ball, allowing himself a quick exit from the infirmary.
However, after the brown dragon crashed through the gates, they had been left quite flimsy, this allowed Spyro to notice a strange movement in one of the two gates. It was a strange, sudden and quick jarring movement that made the gate swing open. The movement was accompanied by a distinctive sound, the same strange skittering sound the green dragon had made when he had become invisible a few moments ago.
Spyro realised what that meant. There were now three, very confused and quite dangerous dragons loose on Academy grounds.
"Pop Fizz!" Spyro called, turning around quickly toward his friend. "Stay here and keep and eye on the other three!" Spyro commander.
"What are you going to do?" Pop Fizz asked worriedly.
"I need to stop them." Spyro stated simply. "I can't let them get hurt, or hurt my friends." He explained, a strange feeling of duty building up in his mind as he turned around and started making his way toward the infirmary's shattered gates.
"I have to help them."
Eruptor walked beside Jet-Vac, Stealth Elf and Cynder. The four Skylanders were heading out from the Academy common room and toward the infirmary to see how their friends were doing.
"Well, I can't really get through the fact we're not going to be in the same team as Spyro anymore." Eruptor began. "Ijust always figured we were gonna be a team till the end, ya know?"
"I'm surprised too." Jet-Vac admitted. "Though I suppose we should have expected something like this from Kaossandra. The woman has quite a frim hand."
"I don't like the idea of not being in the same team as Spyro anymore than you guys." Stealth Elf joined in. "But, Kaossandra was right. He really needs to get better at leading a team."
"I suppose it's true." Cynder interjected. "It's just never been too much of an issue until now. But I guess he does have to improve."
"Yeah, I just hope that after he does, Kaossandra puts him back on our team again." Eruptor admitted. "It just wouldn't be the same without him."
"You can say that again." The other three Skylanders all said in unison.
This caused all four Skylanders to let out a short burst of laughter. The memory of Spyro and his arrogant shenanigans was stored too deep in their minds to even think of separation from him. Eruptor fro one, though it felt good to have his friends share the sentiment.
However, something interrupted the friendly moment. It was the sound of battle, blasts of magic and metal weapons being swung, soon accompanied by cries of pain.
"That doesn't sound good." Eruptor stated. "I have a bad feeling about this." He added, noticing the battle was seemingly taking place dangerously close to the infirmary.
"We need to move." Stealth Elf stated, pulling up her bandana and drawing her daggers. "It sounds like a really intense fight."
"Then let's get going!" Eruptor shouted, before starting to rush toward the source of the fighting. Despite not turning around, Eruptor could hear his friends close behind him, all just as eager as him to see what was going on.
The Skylanders ran for a almost a minute, rushing to the infirmary in haste. After a while, the group arrived at an isle that was a fair distance away from both the Academy and the infirmary. The isle was quite wide and had a couple of large rocks scattered across its surface. However, what called the Skylander's attention was the fact that there was a raging battle happening.
Hex and Roller Brawl were fighting against two dragons and by the looks of their fellow Skylanders, who were covered in bruises and were breathing heavily, Eruptor guessed the fight wasn't going all too well.
But then, Eruptor noticed something about the dragons that his friends were fighting. Their distinct appearances made Eruptor realize that they were the dragons they had rescued from Maraino Castle almost a week ago. They were about to fight the Knights if Solitude again.
"Well, it looks like they are up and about." Jet-Vac began behind Eruptor, a small, nervous edge in his voice.
"We need to help Hex and Roller Brawl!" Cynder shouted. "They are in trouble!" She said, getting into battle pose, ready to jump in and fight at a moment's notice.
"You said it!" Eruptor followed up, also getting into battle pose. "Let's do this!" Afterwards, Eruptor began to rush toward the two dragons arms ready to fire at his enemies.
After getting within range, Eruptor released a volley of firebolts at the two dragons. When his projectiles collided against their targets, Eruptor saw the two dragons flinch and back away from hex and Roller Brawl, who both looked back toward Eruptor in surprise.
"Guys!" Hex called. "What are you doing here?"
"We could ask you the same thing." Eruptor stated as he came to a stop near the undead Skylander duo. "Why are you fighting these guys?" Eruptor questioned, gesturing at the two dragons, which were now recovering from Eruptor's attack.
"They came from the infirmary." Roller Brawl began. "They looked like they were in a suspiciously big hurry. When we stop them tried talking with them, they attacked us." She explained.
"I guess they need a little time to cool down." Eruptor grumbled, taking an angry glance at the two dragons, who were now taking a couple of steps backward in face of the new wave of Skylanders.
"Guys, you did great." Cynder interjected, calling her undead friends' attention. "But we can take it from here." She said, walking side by side with Stealth Elf and Jet-Vac toward the two dragons.
"She's right." Stealth Elf added. "You are hurt. We've dealt with these guys before, you can leave it to us."
Before the conversation could continue, Eruptor saw that the big brown dragon, that was almost twice Eruptor's size, began to roll up into a big, spiky ball. Then, like a pinwheel, he started spinning in place. After a few seconds, the brown dragon began rolling at great speeds directly at Eruptor's friends.
"Watch out!" Eruptor shouted, trying to warn his friends.
Luckily, all three Skylanders managed to avoid the incoming attack. Cynder took flight, rising above the brown dragon, Jet-Vac did a barrel roll to his left, effectively getting out of the way and Stealth Elf teleported away to a safe distance.
After this, Eruptor saw an opening to fire a short burst of projectiles at the spinning dragon. Once the fiery projectiles impacted against the brown dragon, he let out a rough grunt of pain and stopped spinning, returning to his original shape. Then, he started backing up, retreating several steps away from the Skylanders but straying away from the red dragon as well.
"Seriously girls." Eruptor began, not taking his eyes off the brown dragon. "You need to leave."
The two Skylanders behind Eruptor created a small, silent pause before answering. However, Hex spoke up after a few seconds. "Alright, just be carefull. They are really though."
"Tell me about it." Eruptor grumbled under his breath. He was well aware that these dragons were dangerous. He had his head blown off by one of them after all.
After giving Eruptor their warning, Hex and Roller Brawl began to walk away from the scene, limping from their injuries as Eruptor and the Skylanders regrouped, ready to fight for real.
"Alright." Eruptor began, speaking loudly to call the two dragon's attention. "You two need to tell us what you're up to, cuz I gotta say, attacking our friends doesn't make you give off good vibes."
The two dragons glanced at each other, holding their gazes for a moment, before looking back at Eruptor.
After the short pause, Eruptor saw that the red dragon began glowing a fiery orange color. Then, with a flash of fire and the sound of a small explosion, the red dragon disappeared, leaving a scorched cater over where he used to stand.
"Woah!" Eruptor exclaimed. "Where'd he go?" He asked confused, looking around frantically.
The answer to Eruptor's question came when a wave of heat, accompanied by a blazing impact crashed against his back, knocking him to the grass-covered floor. The pain from the impact continued to sting through Eruptor's back, making him clench his teeth and hiss as he tried turning over to see what had happened..
And to make matters worse, just as Eruptor turned around, he saw as a flash of red tackled him, pinning him to the ground by the arms with sharp talons. As Eruptor regained his senses and focused on what was happening, he looked up to see the face of the red dragon looming over him.
His bird-like features were marred with anger and his yellow and orange eyes were fixated on Eruptor. But what made the magma skylander really worry was the fact that the red dragon was starting to take a deep breath, just as Spyro did when he was about to release a powerful burst of fire.
"Oh come on, not this again!" Eruptor complained in annoyance as he saw the red dragon release a stream of burning yellow flames right at his face.
"Eruptor!" Stealth Elf cried in horror as she witnessed her friend's head be seared clean off by the red dragon's intense stream of flames.
"Lass, look out!" Jet-Vac's voice warned desperately, from behind Stealth Elf.
This made the she-elf turn around to see what her friend had warned her about. The first thing she saw, was a large golden, spiked ball being swung straight at her head. Silently thanking her ninja training, Stealth Elf made herself fall backwards, placing her hands behind her head before hitting the ground. Once she felt the tips of her fingers connect with the soil beneath her, she used her legs to do a quick kick jump to get back on her feet in swift, elegant motion.
After she did this, Stealth Elf saw that the spiked ball that she had just dodged was connected to a long brown tail, which was connected to the large brown dragon she and her friends were fighting.
"Alright." Stealth Elf began, staring down at the stocky dragon in front of her. "No more games."
At that, Stealth Elf closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Be the ninja." She told herself, focusing and relaxing, preparing to activate her power. "Be the ninja!" Stealth Elf repeated, more intensely this time as she opened her eyes.
Once she did, Stealth Elf could see the world just as it was, except for the fact everything was moving in slow motion, everything except for her, which allowed her to take a breath and analyze the situation.
Stealth Elf first looked right in front of her, right at the brown dragon in front of her. The large creature was floating in mid air and had it's large crocodile-like jaw wide open. He was apparently planing on lounging at Stealth Elf before she deactivated her power.
After sliding casually to the side, and finger flicking the dragon's left eye in a, Stealth Elf began to scan the area in search of her friends.
As Stealth Elf looked around, she saw Cynder had taken flight and, accompanied by Jet-Vac, was heading toward the red dragon, who was standing on his hind legs and had his wings stretched out, apparently also about to take flight.
Stealth Elf took a second to appreciate how strange the two dragons she was fighting looked like. The red one was roughly Spyro's size and had bright red feathers instead of scales or a tail, however, the feathers on his wings were bright yellow and the ones on his chest and around his eyes were a deep blue. He also had yellow bird-like talons and a sharp beak instead of a snout. He also had three yellow horns aligned along the back of his head.
The brown one was huge in size compared to the red one. His limbs were thick and his scales were rough. Dull golden spikes that seemed to be made of the ore itself dotten his earthy skin and similarly colored horns adored the sides of his reptilian head and traveled down his back and tail until they met with a large spiky ball made of the same color.
"Alright." Stealth Elf sighed after absorbing everything that was going on. "Let's make this quick."
With that, Stealth Elf rushed toward the brown dragon. Taking advantage of the fact he had tried to lunge at her and that he was still in midair, Stealth Elf slid through the the ground and under the brown dragon until she was staring right at his underbelly. Unce there, Stealth Elf tended up both her legs before releasing a powerful kick that connected with what felt like the dragon's ribcage. Not wasting any time, Stealth Elf got an her feet and slid out from the brown dragon's underside.
She was now standing to the dragon's left. So, using her daggers, Stealth Elf made a couple of quick slashes at the dragon's hind leg and foreleg.
After this, Stealth Elf closed her eyes again, took a deep breath and then, when she opened up her eyes once again, the world moved at it normal pace, which meant Stealth Elf cold see the brown dragon in front of her fall the ground in front of her with a booming thud, taken out by her attack.
"That's what you get." Stealth Elf said simply at her fallen enemy. Then, Stealth Elf turned around, eager to see how her friends were doing.
To her relief, it seemed like her fellow Skylanders were handling their target very well. Cynder was flying all around the red dragon, using her shadow dash to narrowly, yet gracefully avoid the vicious slashes he was trying to land on her with his talons. Also, whenever, Cynder shadow dashed out of the way of one of the red dragon's attacks, Jet-Vac was there to fire a blast of pressurized wind right at his face. This made the red dragon quite irritated, and mode him try to attack Jet-Vac. However, whenever he tried, he was stopped by a powerful electric blast, courtesy from Cynder.
Stealth Elf was admittedly quite surprised by how well the two Skylanders coordinated to fight their enemy. She just stood and watched with slightly round eyes as her friends handled their enemy.
"That's some nice teamwork guys." Stealth Elf said in a low voice, almost as if not to distract her friends from their task.
But then, in her moment of admiration, Stealth Elf heard a strange sound come from behind her. A strained groan, as if someone was trying to get up from a chair they had sat on for a long while.
When Stealth Elf turned around to see what the strange sound had been, she could only gasp as she saw an earthy brown mountain rush toward her, set to collide with her head on.
"Stealth Elf watch out!" Jet-Vac yelled, shifting his focus from the red dragon he was fighting to trying to help his friend.
However, it was too late. Jet-Vac could only watch as the brown dragon headbutted Stealth Efl with such force, he sent her sprawling a good couple of feet before she landed on her back against one of the large rocks on the isle, eyes closed and knocked out.
"Jet-Vac, look out!" The senior Skylander heard Cynder's voice warn.
At that, Jet-Vac turned around to where Cynder's voice had come from. When he did, he saw as Cynder fired a stream of blue lightning, which collided against a stream of bright yellow flames that were emerging from the red dragon's beak.
From this, Jet-Vac assumed that Cynder's warning was intended to alarm Jet-Vac about the other dragon they were fighting. Turning around hurriedly, Jet-Vac saw as the stocky brown dragon was moving hastily toward him, intent of headbutting him aswell, closing the distance between him and Jet-Vac at alarming speeds.
So, reacting quickly, Jet-Vac lifted his vac-gun in front of him and selected a special configuration on his weapon's dial. Then, after pulling the trigger, Jet-Vac released a mighty gale's worth of wind at the charging brown dragon.
The strong winds coming from Jet-Vac's weapon made the brown dragon come to a sudden stop, his headbutt charge interrupted by the mighty winds. At this, the large dragon tried to forge ahead, grunting loudly from the effort. However, Jet-Vac had tended to upgrading this feature on his weapon after he had an encounter with another very burly, one-eyed enemy a long time ago.
So, not only was the air current strong enough to stop the dragon's charge, it actually was starting to push him backwards. As the dragon tried to hold his ground, thick, deep trails of dirt were traced through the ground beneath him as Jet-Vac's gale pushed him back.
Jet-Vac planned on keeping his attack up as Cynder kept the red dragon behind him occupied but, out of nowhere, a familiar voice shouted loudly, drawing Jet-Vac's attention.
"Everyone, Stop!" The voice roared, anger making it loud and commanding, to the point where, Jet-Vac not only stopped his attack, but noticed that both Cynder and the two dragons they were fighting had done the same.
As Jet-Vac turned his head toward the source of the commanding voice, he saw a winged purple figure land on the isle the big fight had taken place on.
Spyro was standing over a large rock, with a very displeased expression on his face. He took a short look at the scene in front of him before speaking.
"Everyone needs to stop fighting!" Spyro began, looking at both his friends and the two dragons. "No one here is your enemy!"
"Don't lie to me!" The red dragon shouted back at Spyro, making Jet-Vac almost instinctively raise his vac-gun at him. "I know what you want! I know you just want to use me!"
Jet-Vac was confused by the strange declaration the red dragon had just made. "This chap must have lost his marbles." He thought to himself, not able to make any sense of the red dragon's words.
"I don't even know what you are talking about!" Spyro responded to the red dragon. "And even if I did, don't you think we would have, used you while you were knocked out?" He asked, making the red dragon flinch, apparently considering the logic behind Spyro's words. "Well we didn't, because we are not the bad guys, we don't want to hurt you." Spyro explained, his voice slowly becoming calmer.
"Then who are you?" A new voice sounded. It was rough and low, like gravel shifting.
Jet-Vac turned to his left to see the brown dragon, taking a couple of slow steps toward Spyro, but still keeping at a distance.
Spyro looked at the brown dragon, giving him an unflinching stare and puffing out his chest slightly before speaking. "We are Skylanders." Spyro stated simply, not looking away from the earthy brown dragon.
After Spyro introduced himself and his friends, Jet-Vac noticed that both dragons suddenly went silent. After taking quick glances at both of them, he saw that they had their eyes round and mouths slightly agape, as if a sudden realisation had just hit them, very hard.
After a few moments, Jet-vac heard the red dragon's voice speak, starting shakily. "N-No, you're l-lying…" He stammered.
"No, he's not." Cynder spoke suddenly. "We really are Skylanders and these-" Cynder took a brief pause to gesture at their surroundings. "Are Skylander Academy grounds."
"For real!?" A new, squeaky voice shouted suddenly, sounding dangerously close to Jet-Vac.
After this, Jet-Vac let out a terrified scream and plopped an egg, which rolled a few inches away from where he was standing. The senior Skylander felt like he could have jumped out of his skin.
So, slowly he turned around in search of whoever the squeaky voice belonged to.
When he did, Jet-Vac found nothing. He tired taking a harder look, placing his extended palm over his eyes and leaning forward, but he saw nothing, no one the strange voice could have come from.
"Uhhh, down here." The squeaky voice suddenly sounded again, giving instructions to Jet-Vac.
And so, when Jet-Vac heeded the voice's command and looked down, he was faced with the little dragon he guessed the voice belonged to.
The little dragon was smaller than Spyro, and skinnier too, although just slightly. His head was adorned with many thin, yellow horns and his scales were all a grassy green. Except for the ones near his paws, which were deep cherry red, just like his eyes. The small green dragon's tail, which was short and bushy, wagged slightly behind him as the dragon smiled up at Jet-Vac.
However, despite how innocent, if not cute, the little dragon looked, Jet-Vac felt a little uneasy around him, for he had not heard or noticed the slightest indication that the green dragon was around, or even so close to Jet-Vac.
"So? Is it true?" The little dragon began. "Is this really Skylanders Academy? You all really are Skylanders?" He asked all his questions in quick succession, his voice filled with joyful disbelief.
"Uhhh…" Jet-Vac was all could get out He was not entirely sure of what to think of the new dragon.
However, the senior Skylander was cut off from answering the green dragon's question, when the brown dragon began speaking once again.
"So." The brown dragon started up, his face still expressing surprise. "You are all heroes?" He asked. "And back there-" He turned his head toward Spyro as he gestured toward the direction of the infirmary with his a nod of his head. "You were… you were looking after us... right?"
"Yes." Spyro answered simply. "You were all knocked out. We were keeping you in the infirmary while you recovered, until today." Spyro explained, his voice suddenly becoming slower and more quiet.
"How long?" The red dragon asked suddenly.
Jet-Vac turned his head toward the red dragon, who was looking at his talons, his head hanging low. "How long were we out?" The red dragon asked, almost pleadingly. Jet-Vac could notice he was starting to shake lightly.
After this, Jet-Vac noticed that both the brown and green dragons had also started to darken up. The brown dragon lowered his gaze just as the red one had done, while the little green dragon in front of Jet-Vac deflated from his previous state of curiosity.
"Guys." Spyro began, taking a deep breath before continuing. "We need to have a talk. And you are not going to like it."
Spyro was sitting down in the Academy common room. There with him, sitting down in a row in front of him, were the six dragons that once rested in the Academy infirmary.
The first three dragons, the ones Spyro's friends had fought against had come willingly after Spyro had cooled them down and offered them an explanation from Master Eon. Although they almost started fighting once again, after Eruptor had suddenly regenerated from his injuries and started shouting "Regeneration powers, baby!" at the top of his lungs and tired attacking the dragons again. Thankfully however, Spyro was able to calm him down before he hurt the three dragons.
As for the other three dragons, the ones that had remained asleep and under Pop Fizz' care, according to the blue gremlin, they woke up shortly after Spyro left. Pop Fizz said he had to tell them an elongated story about aerodynamic engineering to entrance them into calming down and prevent them from getting violent like the first three. One of them in particular, a stout, coppery green dragon. with strange blue metallic attachments on his face mings and tail, admitted to have found the story quite interesting.
And so, after a little convincing, the six dragons agreed to follow Spyro into the Academy common room to get an explanation from Kaossandra and Eon.
The six of them had their backs turned to Spyro, looking up expectantly at the common room balcony, where Master Eon and Kaossandra were looking down at them, concerned expressions on their faces.
"I am sure." Kaossandra began, a somber tone in her voice. "That you all have a lot of questions. But, it might be best if you answer some of ours first." She stated. "First things first. What are your names?" She asked, pausing patiently and waiting for the dragon's to answer.
The first to speak was the red dragon. "My name is Sunburn." He introduced himself, doing a small bow with his head. "I'm sorry for any trouble I may have caused." He apologised.
"I'm Camo!" The little green dragon introduced himself cheerfully, raising one of his paws over his head as if to call attention. "Nice to meet you!"
"Zap's my name." A new voice stated.
Spyro turned his head toward the blue dragon. The slim aquatic dragon had take a step forward, announcing himself.
"My name is Whirlwind." A distinctly female voice stated afterwards, coming from the cyan dragoness.
"And I am Drobot." The last dragon, the coppery green one introduced himself last, in a voice Spyro thought sounded just a tiny bit robotic.
"Well, I am Kaossandra." The Sorceress introduced herself to the six dragons. "The current Headmistress of Skylander Academy."
"And I am Master Eon." The old portal master followed Kaossandra's example. "The, previous Headmaster of this institution."
"Woah." Camo whispered to himself. "Two headmasters."
"Now that we all know who we all are." Kaossandra picked up. "And we all know that no one here wants to hurt anyone, I believe we can now answer your questions." She stated.
"Can you tell us what happened to us?" Whirlwind asked. "I… I can only remember very little of what we were doing after…" Her voice suddenly trailed off, making her come to a pause. "After we were captured."
At that, the six dragons raised their heads, looking expectantly at the two headmasters, waiting for an answer.
Spyro was a little grateful he wasn't the one explaining. He couldn't imagine what it would feel to tell someone what Master Eon and Kaossandra were about to say. Spyro then lowered his head, looking at his paws to advert the six dragon's faces.
"I'm afraid the answer to that question will be most difficult to hear." Master Eon stated in a grave tone. "Are you all certain you want to know?"
After this, there was a brief pause, a short silence. It loomed dreadfully over the room before being interrupted by Sunburn, who spoke in a low voice.
"I have to." He said. "I have to know what I did, what I'm responsible for." He added, shame riddled in his voice. "Please… did I… did I kill, anyone?"
Spyro felt a stab of cold in his heart. He wasn't being hurt, but listening to this was making him feel awful. But, out of duty and will, he stayed and listened.
"We don't know for certain." Master Eon stated. "We only knew of you all after you were forcibly turned into servants of an extraordinarily dangerous and singularly evil entity." He explained.
"His name was Omen." Spyro said out loud, still looking down at his paws. "He was the one who did this to you."
Spyro did not lift his gaze as he spoke, but, he could almost feel the eyes of those dragon's looking at him, pleading to him for more answers, answers he wasn't sure he could give.
"That is true." Kaossandra continued, drawing the six dragon's attention. "Omen had been using you all as servants to hunt down some of our Skylanders. You were called, The Knights of Solitude" She explained. "And, one of your targets… is here present."
At that, Spyro heard a series of stunned gasps come from the six dragons followed by the feeling of their gazes falling on him again, this time heavier with guilt and regret. It only made Spyro feel even worse.
"For more than a week now." Eon picked up, trying to call the six dragon's attention from Spyro, to little avail. "We have had you all in our care, for you were all deep in sleep ever since Spyro and his fellow Skylanders defeated Omen and rescued you all from his lair in the Outlands."
"Hold on!" Zap's voice interrupted suddenly. "I mean, It's great you guys defeated this Omen psycho or whatever, but did you just say we were out for a week?"
"You were under our care for a few days over a week, yes." Kaossandra began explaining. "However, since your first apparition as the Knights of Solitude, we had been fighting you and Omen for about a month." She continued. "And since you all were corrupted by Omen from the first time we met, we can say most of you have been in his clutches for even longer than that."
After Kaossandra finished speaking, a cold, dreadful silence hung over the common room. A long, painful pause as the dragons tried to assimilate what they were hearing.
"This isn't possible." Drobot's voice began. "Th-This isn't happening!"
"I need to… I need to sit down." Camo's voice sound between short rapid breaths, sign of him starting to hyperventilate.
"I'm a disgrace." Sunburn's voice hissed. "I'm a disgrace." He repeated, beating himself down in shame.
"No… no,no,no." Zap's voice whispered slowly getting quieter until all that could be made out were mumbles.
"I'm sorry." Whirlwind's voice sounded, apologising in a low, brittle voice, not to anyone in particular.
All the while Bash had remained silent. Not a single sound had come from him, but something told Spyro that it was simply because he couldn't think of anything to say in a situation like this.
Spyro couldn't take it anymore. His was aching from all the pain these dragons were going through. A strange sense of responsibility, of fraternity made Spyro speak, almost by instinct rather than choice.
"It wasn't your fault!" Spyro cried, finally lifting his head to look at the six dragons in front of him.
The six of them turned to face Spyro. He noticed that they all looked awful. A good bunch of them seemed to have tears trailing down their cheeks and shocked expressions on their faces.
"You didn't mean to hurt anyone." Spyro picked up, shifting his eyes through all six dragons. "You were forced by someone, someone much stronger than you, to become this, monster, this version of yourself you never thought you could be and then they made you watch as that monster used you body to do horrible things you couldn't stop." Spyro spoke, saying every word from experience.
"How do you know that?" Whirlwind asked Spyro, in a curious, slightly frightened tone as she looked at him with wide eyes, something the rest of the dragons stayed in silence, giving Spyro similarly shocked looks.
"Because." Spyro began, taking a small breath. "I went through the same thing." He stated simply, causing the dragons to give him wide eyed looks. "It was before I met all of you. This dark wizard called Strykore, used a similar spell on me than the one Omen used on you."
"He is right." Kaossandra spoke up, calling the six dragon's attention. "You are not at fault for Omen's crimes. You were all pulled into this against you will. And, if it's any comfort, we are willing to allow you to stay in Academy grounds if you are not ready to return to the Skylands yet."
At this, the six dragons fell silent, thinking though what Kaossandra had just said.
However, one of them spoke up faster than the rest. "No." Bash said simply. "I can't stay here."
"Neither can I." Sunburn stated. "I have somewhere I need to be."
"My parent's, they must be worried sick." Zap admitted. "I kind of got lost, way before being captured by this Omen freak."
"I can't stay either." Camo stated. "I have, uhhh… reasons." He said suspiciously as he glanced to his sides rapidly.
"My home." Whirlwind began. "I… I need to know if it's alright. So, I can't stay either."
There was a short pause after the dragons explained their reasons to leave. However, Master Eon soon spoke up.
"I see." He said simply. "We will accept whatever choice you make. If you must leave, we will not stop you. Just be carefull, for while Omen might be defeated, his shadow still looms over the Skylands on the form of the One-Eyed Legion."
"Eon is right." Kaossandra interjected. "If any of you see a group of suspicious cyclops, do not fight them and do not let them see you. Get away from them and let us know immediately."
"Alright." Zap began. "Thanks for the warning, I'll be sure to keep an eye out." he promised awkwardly.
After hearing this, Spyro couldn't help but feel disappointed. He though that may be if he could talk to them, he could help them some more, for something told him, they were all still struggling with what had happened to them.
But, before Spyro could speak, he was cut off by Sunburn. "Thank you for your hospitality." He said, giving the headmaster's a low bow. "I'll see myself out."
At that, Sunburn turned around and started heading toward the Academy main gates. When he crossed close to Spyro, he gave him an empathetic look and stopped for a second.
Neither of them said a word, and before long, Sunburn continued walking, heading out to the Academy courtyard.
Afterwards, The other dragons followed suit, leaving the purple Skylander and the elder portal masters by themselves.
However, after five of the dragons had left, Spyro noticed that the last one, the coppery green one with the strange blue metal parts Spyro heard was called Drobot, had stayed behind, and was looking directly at Spyro. The strange, round, crystalline goggles that were where his eyes should have been, were perfectly focused on the purple dragon.
"Uhhh, are you alright pal?" Spyro asked awkwardly. "Don't you have to leave too?"
"Oh!" Drobot exclaimed, suddenly shaking his head, as he had just realized he was staring. "I'm very sorry, I was analyzing."
"Analyzing?" Spyro asked, confused and a little unnerved by the implications of the term.
"Yes, I was analyzing you." Drobot explained. "I've never seen a dragon like you before."
"Same here buddy." Spyro responded, a small smile tugging at his lips from having a chance to speak to one of these dragons. "But, what are you doing here?"
"Oh yes." Drobot began. "I haven't answered your question. Ahem. I'm not entirely sure of how to say this." He admitted, scratching the back of his head nervously. "So, I'll just say is like it is." After this, Drobot took a deep breath, puffed out his chest and spoke. "I want to become a Skylander."
"What!" Spyro, Eon and Kaossandra shouted in awed unison, unintentionally making Drobot shrink from sudden fright.
"I want to become a Skylander?" Drobot repeated in a meek voice.
"You do?" Spyro asked, walking up to Drobot and smiling widely. "That's great! I could train you!"
"Really!?" Drobot asked, smiling just as wide as Spyro. "Are you sure?"
"Well, it's really up to Kaossandra." Spyro stated. "So, headmistress. Can he join?" Spyro asked, turning his head toward Kaossandra, a motion he noticed Drobot imitated.
Kaossandra looked down at the two dragons, glancing between Spyro and Drobot, a very serious expression on her face as she watched both of them in silence.
"Do you truly wish to become a Skylander?" Kaossandra asked Drobot, focusing her gaze on him.
"I really do." Drobot responded.
"And are you aware of what that means?" Kaossandra asked, in a more pressing tone. "You realize you will have the responsibility of protecting the Skylands and its inhabitants from evil's many faces? That there will always be a chance of you or someone you care about getting hurt?"
At this, Drobot took a small pause, shrinking slightly from Kassandras words. But, after swallowing hard, he spoke in a steady voice. "I understand the risks being a Skylander imply. And I am willing to face them head on." He said, not doubting his words once.
After Drobot's response, Kaossandra raised an eyebrow, apparently convinced by the coppery green dragon. So, Kaossandra then turned her gaze over to Spyro.
"And you." Kaossandra began. "What makes you think you can train him?" She asked.
"I have experience when in comes to training." Spyro replied. "I trained Cynder, and helped Cy." He stated, recalling memories of him instructing his friends. "And also." Spyro added. "Didn't you say I need to train new recruits to improve my leadership skills, Headmistress?"
"You did tell him that." Eon whispered to Kaossandra, leaning toward the sorceress and smiling like a child
This prompted Kaossandra to give Eon an irritated look and scoff before turning back to Spyro and Drobot. "If you two swear to commit to your new duties as as Skylander-" She pointed at Drobot. "And you as a leader-" She then pointed at Spyro. "Then, you can get my approval."
After Kaossandra finished speaking, Spyro turned his head to his side. Once he did, he saw Drobo had done the same. After taking a long look at the dragon beside him, Spyro began to feel something deep inside of him start to shift. He felt as a strong sense of responsibility awaken within him.
And so, Spyro turned his head back to Kaossandra. He gave her a firm stare before speaking. "I swear."
Then, apparently inspired by Spyro, Dobot spoke as well. "I swear, too."
After this, Kaossandra raised her eyebrow again and crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at the two dragons in silence. Then a small, thin smile appeared on her face.
"Well then." Kaossandra began. "You should get to training, Skylanders."
In the Outlands, a figure walked slowly, wandering through the ash-covered land.
The figure was wearing a large hooded coat, turned grey from the ash of the Outlands. It continued walking, endlessly through barren isles, seemingly without any direction, leaving behind a trail of footprints over the ash.
But, the figure had been following something. A scent. Old, faint and diluted, but it was enough. The figure knew where to go.
The odyssey ahead of the figure would be long and harsh. The bottomless hunger in its stomach, the desertic thirst in its mouth and the cold that flayed its skin would have killed anyone else. But they did not kill it.
Instead, whenever the sigure felt down, it just sang. It sang a familiar song, a song it had learned to love.
Author's notes
Well, here's the second chapter. Sorry for the late delivery. Keep on the look out for more chapters!
-I don't own Skylanders Academy
-A new Skylander! And a new oportunity to teach?
-What will happen with the Skylanders without Spyro? And what will become of the other dragons?