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~Warfang High~

~Prologue I~

It has been four months since Spyro and Cynder have defeated the Dark Master, Malefor. But they have not returned. The guardians assumed the worst...that they have lost their lives. They were going to wait until they returned before they restarted what has been canceled during the Dark Master's tyranny, Warfang High: school for dragons and other creatures.

In the main courtyard of the northern dragon temple of Warfang, a large earth dragon and a cheetah were having a conversation, "I'm sorry, master Terrador," Hunter, the cheetah from Avalar said to the earth guardian, Terrador, "But there has been no sign of Spyro, Cynder, or Ignitus."

"Then it seems that we have no choice but to start Warfang High without them," Terrador sighed sadly, "We shale wait another week for applications. But until then, we'll make a memorial for each of them."

"Shale I inform Spyro's...adopted family?" Hunter asked, "Flash, Nina, and Sparx?"

Around the corner, a golden dragonfly was listening in on the conversation. A look of horror spread across his face when he heard that his brother, Spyro could be dead. When he heard Hunter ask to inform the family of his death, Sparx the dragonfly revealed himself, "There's no need," Sparx said as he hovered over to the two, "I'll tell them."

"Sparx," Terrador said with a sympathetic tone, "I'm sorry that you needed to hear about this. Will you be okay?"

"Yeah, I guess," Sparx said solemnly, "I just...never thought I'd..." Sparx' voice trailed off as tears began to swell up in his eyes.

"Hunter, take Sparx to his family and tell them the news," Terrador said, "But I'm expecting Sparx to come back to attend classes."

"Right," Hunter replied before leaving with Sparx.

Terrador went into the temple to check the classes.

"I think we need more instructors to teach some of our classes," Terrador said as he looked at the schedule.

"Personally, I think we need more classes," Cyril commented.

"Well, I guess that means that we should wait for some instructor's applications before we start looking at student applications," Volteer said, "I'm sure that some of the instructors may have their own subjects to teach.

Terrador then pointed to an application, "I think I've found out who will be the Airial Tactics instructor," Terrador said, "His name is Aviarus. He is a master of the wind element...and the head guardian of eastern dragon temple of Sinrah!"

"Where have I heard that name before?" Cyril wondered. Then the answer came to him, "Of course! He's my sister's mate!"

"Right," Terrador said, "Now I remember. I hope he's not still angry at me for always teasing him when we were hatchlings."

"Well, you teased everyone when you were a young," Volteer said, "We've all changed since when we were kids."

"Some for the better, some for the worse," A feminine voice spoke from behind the guardians.

The guardians turned around and saw a dark dragoness who looked just like Cynder, but with fifteen horns, "Penumbra?" Terrador said, "What are you doing here?"

Penumbra glared at Terrador with a look that could've burnt a hole through the Dark Master himself. She obviously had a hatred towards Terrador.

"I can see that you've changed for the better," Penumbra said. Then she pointed at a scar on her head, "But I still can't forgive you for this. Not only that, but how you took advantage of me the night before. You do remember, don't you?"

"I truly am sorry for that," Terrador said, "I don't ask you to forgive me for what happened back then. But can you accept me for who I am now?"

"I suppose I can," Penumbra said, "I'm actually here because I'd like to sign up to become the art instructor at Warfang High."

"We don't have any other applicants for this extra curricular subject," Volteer said, "But how are your artistic skills?" Penumbra carved a picture into a stone using her claw and showed it to Volteer. It was a near perfect portrait of Volteer, "Very well. You've got the job."

"Here's a good one," Cyril said as he was looking at another application, "Kore specializes in battle and has applied for the job of battle training instructor."

"But Kore is a wolf," Penumbra pointed out, "Would he be the type to train dragons?"

"She's got a point," Volteer agreed, "Bipedal combat is different than quadrupedal combat."

"I guess that means that we need to hire an instructor for dragon combat training." Terrador said.

~The Angel of Darkness, Alec~

Description
~Warfang High~

~Prologue I~

It has been four months since Spyro and Cynder have defeated the Dark Master, Malefor. But they have not returned. The guardians assumed the worst...that they have lost their lives. They were going to wait until they returned before they restarted what has been canceled during the Dark Master's tyranny, Warfang High: school for dragons and other creatures.

In the main courtyard of the northern dragon temple of Warfang, a large earth dragon and a cheetah were having a conversation, "I'm sorry, master Terrador," Hunter, the cheetah from Avalar said to the earth guardian, Terrador, "But there has been no sign of Spyro, Cynder, or Ignitus."

"Then it seems that we have no choice but to start Warfang High without them," Terrador sighed sadly, "We shale wait another week for applications. But until then, we'll make a memorial for each of them."

"Shale I inform Spyro's...adopted family?" Hunter asked, "Flash, Nina, and Sparx?"

Around the corner, a golden dragonfly was listening in on the conversation. A look of horror spread across his face when he heard that his brother, Spyro could be dead. When he heard Hunter ask to inform the family of his death, Sparx the dragonfly revealed himself, "There's no need," Sparx said as he hovered over to the two, "I'll tell them."

"Sparx," Terrador said with a sympathetic tone, "I'm sorry that you needed to hear about this. Will you be okay?"

"Yeah, I guess," Sparx said solemnly, "I just...never thought I'd..." Sparx' voice trailed off as tears began to swell up in his eyes.

"Hunter, take Sparx to his family and tell them the news," Terrador said, "But I'm expecting Sparx to come back to attend classes."

"Right," Hunter replied before leaving with Sparx.

Terrador went into the temple to check the classes.

"I think we need more instructors to teach some of our classes," Terrador said as he looked at the schedule.

"Personally, I think we need more classes," Cyril commented.

"Well, I guess that means that we should wait for some instructor's applications before we start looking at student applications," Volteer said, "I'm sure that some of the instructors may have their own subjects to teach.

Terrador then pointed to an application, "I think I've found out who will be the Airial Tactics instructor," Terrador said, "His name is Aviarus. He is a master of the wind element...and the head guardian of eastern dragon temple of Sinrah!"

"Where have I heard that name before?" Cyril wondered. Then the answer came to him, "Of course! He's my sister's mate!"

"Right," Terrador said, "Now I remember. I hope he's not still angry at me for always teasing him when we were hatchlings."

"Well, you teased everyone when you were a young," Volteer said, "We've all changed since when we were kids."

"Some for the better, some for the worse," A feminine voice spoke from behind the guardians.

The guardians turned around and saw a dark dragoness who looked just like Cynder, but with fifteen horns, "Penumbra?" Terrador said, "What are you doing here?"

Penumbra glared at Terrador with a look that could've burnt a hole through the Dark Master himself. She obviously had a hatred towards Terrador.

"I can see that you've changed for the better," Penumbra said. Then she pointed at a scar on her head, "But I still can't forgive you for this. Not only that, but how you took advantage of me the night before. You do remember, don't you?"

"I truly am sorry for that," Terrador said, "I don't ask you to forgive me for what happened back then. But can you accept me for who I am now?"

"I suppose I can," Penumbra said, "I'm actually here because I'd like to sign up to become the art instructor at Warfang High."

"We don't have any other applicants for this extra curricular subject," Volteer said, "But how are your artistic skills?" Penumbra carved a picture into a stone using her claw and showed it to Volteer. It was a near perfect portrait of Volteer, "Very well. You've got the job."

"Here's a good one," Cyril said as he was looking at another application, "Kore specializes in battle and has applied for the job of battle training instructor."

"But Kore is a wolf," Penumbra pointed out, "Would he be the type to train dragons?"

"She's got a point," Volteer agreed, "Bipedal combat is different than quadrupedal combat."

"I guess that means that we need to hire an instructor for dragon combat training." Terrador said.

~The Angel of Darkness, Alec~