One Year Later

Thank you for your reviews Dinolover999, Gusty Bv and Lithe. Your reviews have muchly given me some ideas for this chapter. In this chapter we take a look at Spyro's schooling and the first four years of his life. Please be kind, I'm going through a writers block.

The wind ran through the landscape. The scent of flowers and grass stung in the nostrils of three grown up male dragons. Two pink female dragons were frolicking in the flowers. Three male dragons were playing in the water. One of them was a huge red dragon with a pointed nose. The other two were blue. Another dragon sat away from the others. His purple skin and yellow crests heated by the sun and his claws dug in the dirt. He was watching a dragon fly fly past when the red male dragon came up to him.

"Yo man, wanna play?" He hissed.

"Sure." Spyro said.

Spyro ran into the group and started splashing water all over the place. All of the dragons were having a good time when a big green dragon fluttered in sight. All of the dragons, except Spyro, fled to a rocky formation. Spyro watched as the dragon landed in front of him. The crest of this dragon was a milky yellowy color and his claws were huge. His green wings were so huge. Spyro looked at his wings.

"Which one of you is Syro?" The dragon hissed.

"I am." Spyro said after a moments pause.

"Your needed to come with me." The dragon said.

Spyro looked at the dragon as he lifted from the ground. Spyro tried to do the same but his little wings wouldn't permit him from doing so. Spyro looked up to see the dragon fly away. With a burst of speed Spyro ran after him. He tried crying to the dragon but the wind caused the words to flow back to him. Over cliffs, plains and rivers he ran. The dragon above never looked down to see if he was following. Spyro's legs were near collapse when they finally did stop.

"This is the dragon school." The dragon stated. "I am your teacher."

"What am I to..." Spyro stated.

"You are not to speak unless you are told to." The dragon said. "My name is Victero."

"Hello." Spyro said.

"You will learn until that sun is below the mountains." Victero said.

Spyro looked up and frowned. They sun was just about above the mountains.

"School is in session."

Spyro spent all that day learning how to fly, land and spit out fire. He had alot of trouble with his instructor. Victero was so strict. He never allowed a break and he didn't allow time for Spyro to reply to a question. Spyro was swiped at three times that day. His wings were tired and his small paws were beginning to get all softened. When the day ended he was glad to go to sleep in a cave. But no, Victero said he had to sleep near him.

Spyro was wakened up when the sun was up at the mountain side. His eyes and his wings still asking for rest and his paws still aching.

"You will run off your sleep." Victero ordered.

So Spyro ran three miles around that small mountain side. By the time he was done he couldn't stand, much less keep his eyes open. Victero though saw this and softened a bit. He let Spyro rest for awhile before getting him up. Another day was spent with learning how to fly, land and spit fire. Spyro was once again glad for sleep. Victero was actually also glad to sleep. So it was easy for Spyro to slip through the night.

Spyro ran until he reached the small cave were Xara Star and her three kittens had been three weeks ago. Spyro didn't know why but Xara had disappeared. Disappeared into thin air. Her kittens had also disappeared. He missed Xara dearly. She had acted like a mother to him.

A gust of wind brought him from his daydream. It felt hurried and mad. Looking up Spyro saw that it was Victero. Victero looked angry.

"I should welp you one so hard." Victero started.

"Victero I..." Spyro started but stopped.

"There is to much danger out here." Victero screamed.

" I'm sorry." Spyro said.

"You could have been killed." Victero said.

Spyro sensed a mark of pain in Victero's last statement. Cocking his head, he walked over and nuzzled Victero's arm. Victero looked down and slowly patted Spyro on his head. Spyro looked up and smiled. The hurt expression on Victero's face disappeared and was replaced with a satisfied and happy expression. Spyro felt Victero's claws go around his body. Slowly he was lifted to Victero's back.

He was carried back to that whole in the mountain. Victero placed him on his makeshift bed and patted his head again. Victero actually softened up and spent the whole afternoon letting Spyro sleep and rest up. It took Spyro three years to learn how to fly and spit out fire. But it was worth all the wait. Because when he turned five, he could fly alot faster than the rest of the dragons in the plains.

The bad thing about that was that Victero had a new pupil. He couldn't spend any time with Victero anymore. He couldn't even talk to Victero. He knew that Victero was teaching him the hardest lesson that he would ever have to learn. The lesson of separating the ones you love. Spyro was all eaten up at the idea of having to live without Victero, Xara Star and that one little kitten named Hunter. But he would have to learn. And learn he did.