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My father, my mother, both had perished at the hands of the Dark Guardians. Not only them, but the rest of last generations' guardians as well.
All of them, engulfed by the blast shot by Napalm.
I had been teleported back home, right after the dark flame detonated. I was breaking down before I'd even came back.
The despair I'd felt when I had to leave them was unimaginable, but this was so much worse, to see their last moments, to see that they'd failed in protecting the world from them.
Now, the Dark Guardians were free to do whatever they wanted. They could've simply destroyed everything, and have been done with it. Worse they could've enslaved us all, forcing us to obey their every command.
Yet, for five long years, it was quiet. It was peaceful, almost as if nothing we wrong, or ever was.
We heard of no attacks on cities, no large armies being built up, not even a single threat from them. Many of us began to believe, that the Dark Ones only wanted to deal with the current Guardians, and after that, they'd return to where they'd came from.
Soon, the number of people who remotely knew that the Dark Guardians were still around was extremely small.
I was pondering over this at my desk, tapping my small but sharp claw on the wooden top.
"That's not it," I said aloud, "They can't just murder the Guardians then just disappear for years. What are they up to?"
My thoughts were halted however, as I heard a knock on my door.
"Ignitus?" Karaia said.
"You may enter."
Karaia came in through the large door. She looked almost exactly the same as the time I'd first met her, only now her horns were slightly longer.
"Hey, it's time for school, little one," she said.
I got out of my desk and started walking to her. My room was large enough to accommodate five other dragons, so it took a second just to walk from one side to the other.
However, the space I had didn't go unused. On the walls of my room were paintings of dragons from the past. Across the floor you couldn't help but step on my reddish-orange rug, and next to my wagon sized bed was a desk, with a pencil and paper on it.
I reached Karaia, "I'm ready. I was only thinking of something when you came in."
"Of what?" she asked.
"Nothing, ma'am," I said.
Walking past her I continued outside ready to fly off, but I waited for my friends and fellow guardians.
We were now at or around six years of age, and we are first year students at the Elemental Excel Academy for Dragons.
In the time that has passed, I'd grown to the size of a cheetah standing up. My wings had developed further, and now span about 4 feet across. My horns were no longer smaller than my teeth, instead about 5 inches long, and beginning to curve.
The sun warmed my blood red scales as I took time to stretch.
I looked around my home, reminiscing that it hadn't changed much. In recent years, a large apartment area was built for moles and cheetahs. All around it there were roses, sunflowers, dandelions, you name it, decorated to make the building look nice.
A few convenient shops opened a short walk from us, selling fruits, vegetables, and potions.
Although much hasn't changed since my parents' murder, every city, town, or village is on alert. Anyone who sees anything at all, must report it to officials (of their town or city). If something happens, everyone will know, and everyone would be ready.
But that's just it.
Once a large shadow of a dragon was caught out, with an aura so strong anything nearby had burst into flames. It was reported, but no one could find who or what it was.
Another incident involved an explosion that was felt over four-thousand miles away from the detonation area, but yet, no evidence was found as to who was the culprit.
Ever since those false alarms, no activity has happened at all since.
"Something is going to happen, and it won't be good," I said.
Sometime later, Volteer, Terrador, and Cyril came out. Each of them greeted me with sleepiness in their voices, but we all knew we were late, so we wasted no time launching into the air and flying off.
Fifteen years later, early June.
"Ignitus?"
The large red dragon, Guardian of Fire, turned to see my father, Falzar, "Yes."
My father looked at me, as I stood behind him, apparently hiding away from the large red dragon. At the time, I only knew who my mother and father were, and I had not known any other dragons.
Ignitus tilted his head to see me, but I only tried to cover myself with my father's tail, gripping it tightly.
"He's a little… scared," Falzar explained.
My father lifted my up with his tail, and dropped me at his side.
"Come on. Don't be shy…"
I was only about two years old, smaller than a house dog. This strange red dragon was looking at me with complete surprise, which was scaring me.
"The… Purple Dragon?" Ignitus said, his jaw hanging with smoke coming out.
"Ah, yes, Ignitus. And who would have thought he'd be my son," Falzar said with amazement in his voice.
"Why have you waited so long? This is incredible news!"
"It's one of my rare visits to the land, instead of the sky. He's stayed with his mother for the past two years, growing and learning. I had visited on and off to see him,"Falzar explained.
"This is wonderful, but… they're still out there, and I'm sure they've been waiting…"
"Yes, I know, and I've decided to leave him with you guys," Falzar said too casually.
Ignitus's jaw only stretched further, and he even blew some fire off.
"Us? Falzar, have you gone mad?" Ignitus said.
"Hear me out. You can all train him in the separate elements. He, and maybe us all, could benefit from his proper training. Who knows? He might be your advantage against them, because I fear that now they may return to attack."
"I see." Ignitus said.
"Well, go ahead, tell him your name," Falzar said to me.
"S-Spyro," I managed, still intimidated by the massive dragon in front of me.
Then Ignitus did something that really freaked me out.
Slowly, he lowered his head to my level, so close I could feel the heat coming from him and his aura.
"Young One, I am Ignitus, Guardian of Fire. Do not fear me, because I sense we will become great friends.
"Um… okay," I said with nervousness.
"Good," Falzar said, "Alright, I must return to my starry home, I trust that he's in good hands."
And with that my father turn around and started to walk away, to the nearby forest.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Be good little one," Falzar called to us, "And don't think I'll be gone, you can see me everytime you go to sleep, Spyro."
With that he disappeared in a flash of purple light.
"Bye… dad," I said.
Ignitus picked me up, and put me onto his back.
"Well little one, let's head back to the temple," Ignitus said.
As he prepared to takeoff however, my nose suddenly began ticklish. I sucked in air twice, before finally I sneezed. Out came a small fire with it as well, startling Ignitus.
"Hmm, it seems that I'll be the one training you first," he said, before the two took to the skies.
Little did either of them know just how crucial their training would be, for the Dark Guardians have only gotten stronger.
I'm sorry that I couldn't make this chapter longer, but I was scared of not being able to get it in before I moved. Speaking of which, I will be gone and have to stop from updating for a while until I get a new, awesome computer. Wonder of Fire's technical owner Xerneas (now Alpha Kyogre) has already expressed that he'll wait as long as it takes, so I hope those who also read this story can be as patient as he is.
While I'm gone, I will keep planning this story out, so it will improve and chapter releases will be shorter. Also, I have another story I will give the same planning treatment to it.
Look for it soon, its title will be The Dragon Within.
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