The introduction.

It was an intensely hot day in the Dragon realms. The sun looked like a glowing golden beach ball in the middle of a vast blue ocean. The clouds made huge rippling ribbons across the sky, making it all the more sea-like.

A tiny dragon hatchling, all purple with small yellow horns and sharp ridges down his back, was walking casually down a path of gray ,lumpy stones.

The dragon's sharp, pearly-white talons made soft clicking noises as he went. His eyes were focussed on the path, yet his gaze seemed distant. The only other sound heard was a gentle buzzing emanating from a small golden Dragonfly flying in distorted patterns around the dragon.

The dragons name was Spyro, the Dragonfly's name was Sparx. Spyro and Sparx had been best of friends for a whole two months now and Spyro was only born a year ago. The duo slowly approached their apparent destination, a tall, dark and slightly foreboding tower. Printed in letters of fine gold that glistened in the hot morning sun like fires, was the name 'Hatchling development facility'.

Spyro, like many others ,just called it school. Spyro heaved a great sigh and entered the ominous building.

After climbing the many stone steps to the room he was looking for, he quietly walked in and made his way over to a purple cushion that had been placed in a neat circle on the floor.

He remembered all to well his very first day at school. He had chosen this cushion because all the other dragons that he saw seemed to have cushions matching their own colours.

He slumped down onto his cushion and turned to face the blackboard.

"Hey Spyro!" called a rather static blue Dragon.

"Hey Damien," replied a rather bored Spyro, "What do we have for the first lesson?"

"I think its some sort of historory lesson,"answering his rather dull looking friend.

"Don't you mean 'history'?"asked Spyro.

"Yeah, of course I do!"came the rather too perky dragons reply.

Just at that moment, an Elder with a bright green body and horns walked in to the room with a large, cheerful smile planted on his face.

"Good morning class!"he said in an enthusiastic voice.

"Good morning sir,"droned the class in almost perfect unison.

"I just thought I'd remind you that the new students, Frost, Harmony, Ember, Ash, Coal, Sapphire and Gemini will be arriving early tomorrow!"and they then continued with the usual boring announcements and the lesson which turned out to be even more boring then the other day's lecture on the consequences of breathing fire.

But unknown to anyone in the realm, Spyro was being closely watched by a strange hooded figure who was hidden in a nearby tree. "The prophecy dragon is in sights sir,"he whispered quietly into a small communicator.

"Prepare the bomb for tomorrow, we can't let the prophecy ever be fulfilled. My future reign is in your hands, Do not fail me,"came an icy voice over the microphone in the figures hands.

"Yes sir," he replied.

Meanwhile, inside the classroom, Spyro felt an unusual shiver race down his spine.

"Something isn't right,"Spyro thought, and he had an uneasy feeling for the rest of the day.

It was nearing home time and Spyro couldn't help feeling as if something bad was going to happen the next day.

"Don't forget, I want all of you on your best behaviour tomorrow, especially you, Pyro,"

said the elder.

Pyro was a big dragon for his age and he was extremely mean.

He was red with black horns and underbelly.

He already had a criminal record because he stole all the time and he was very violent towards other dragons, plus the fact he was always swearing.

Pyro scowled at the elder and stormed out of the building.

Spyro stuck his tongue out as Pyro left. Spyro hated Pyro because of a mean prank he had played on Spyro on his first day. Pyro had placed a bucket of water on the slightly ajar door just as Spyro entered. He had spent the morning angry and upset, not to mention wet.

Spyro was heading back to his cave when Pyro popped out from a nearby bush.

THWACK!

Spyro was his around his face by Pyro's tail, a slow trickle of blood ran down from Spyro's mouth.

"I saw what you did as I left, you little prat!"yelled Pyro.

"Leave me alone, Pyro,"said a worried Spyro. His jaw ached and he winced slightly when he spoke.

"Awwww! Is the little baby gonna cry?"jeered Pyro. Once again he struck Spyro around his face and walked away laughing maniacally.

Spyro walked home depressed and slumped down on his bed as tears trickled down his cheek.

"Its okay,"buzzed Sparx reassuringly,"he's just a big bully!"

"I know,"answered Spyro, perking up a little.

Little did he know, the hooded figure was stood at the entrance to his cave grinning evilly .

"Enjoy your last moments dragon, for tomorrow you die!"

And with that he disappeared into the night.