I peered out of our cave to watch the sun set on the barren, white landscape." Cynder said, finishing yet another section to her story.
"Sounds like you were anxious to start primary school." Spyro said.
"Yeah." Cynder replied starting to play with the tip of her tail.
"Now be careful," Spyro said imitating Cynder's father. "You wouldn't want to cut yourself." Cynder peered at Spyro with a devious smile. She stood up and walked about ten feet from where they had been sitting. "What are you doing?" Spyro asked in a confused voice.
Spyro stood up and moved away from the tree so that he was standing in front of a nearby pond. Cynder's smile grew. Spyro looked at the pond and then back at Cynder. Really? he thought. Cynder charged at Spyro and pounced on him, knocking them both into the pond. Spyro surfaced followed by Cynder. "Really?" Spyro said in a humorous voice.
Cynder burst out laughing. Spyro just rolled his eyes with a smile.
Cynder anxiously approached the sundial that her family had kept a few feet from the cave's entrance. She was excited because today was her seventh birthday, and that meant that she could go to Rorita's Primary School next week. She approached the dial and looked at its polished marble face. The shadow of the sundial told that it was twelve-o'-clock, noon.
Cynder turned back and headed into her cave. "Mom," she said. "What time did I hatch?"
"Oh I think sometime around four in the afternoon." Crylla said turning away from a book she was reading.
"Okay, so it is one now. So that gives us
three hours until I am seven!" she said with glee.
"You sound pretty excited to turn seven and go to school." Crylla replied. Cynder nodded.
"Mom," Cynder said sitting down next to her mother. "What's school like?"
"Well," her mom replied. "I don't know exactly how it is now, but when I was your age they would teach you the basics. There were lessons in flying, elemental control, hunting, navigation, and a lot of others."
"Elemental control?" Cynder asked.
"You know how your father and I can breathe fire?" Crylla said.
"Yeah," Cynder replied. "And I would gag myself trying to mimic it." she began to laugh.
"Yes." Crylla replied. "Well, all dragons are born with the ability to breathe fire. But they also have a elemental breathe. Like your father is an ice-based dragon, and I'm electric."
Cynder's father, Flare entered the cave. He walked over to Cynder and kissed her on the forehead. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." he said.
"Thanks, dad." Cynder replied. Crylla touched her tail to Flare and shocked him. He jumped, startled.
"What the?" he said. Cynder started laughing. Crylla just winked at her mate.
1 week later
Rorita's Primary Acadamy was a green plain in which several hundred young dragons would meet each day to learn. Rorita's was one of the only girls only schools in all of the dragon realms. But after debate from several other dragon academies, they had agreed to combined with Chronicle Primary Acadamy for boys only. The plain was broken down into several different sections for the several different classes. There were training dummies for Elemental Control and Hand-to-Hand Combat, wide spaces of grass for Flight and Navigation, and a forest for Hunting and Tracking.
Cynder was excited for her first day of primary. She was going to make friends, she was sure of it. She approached the school grounds with her father, Flare. She stopped and looked back at her father. "So this is it
" she said.
"Yep," Flare replied scanning the area. "Six years ago you said that you couldn't wait to come here. Well, Cynder, the wait is over." He turned to his daughter and wrapped his wing around her.
"Don't you think that it's kinda awkward for a dragon to be coming into this academy halfway through the year?" Cynder said looking up at her father.
"Nonsense," Flare said. "New dragons come here all the time. Weather they are just starting school or if they are coming here all the way from Warfang, the dragon city."
"I guess you're right." Cynder replied.
"Now have fun." Flare said.
"I will dad." Cynder said hugging her father.
"I will be back here, in this same spot, to pick you up after school." Flare said.
Cynder walked into the academy's school grounds. Her father turned and flew away. Cynder was nervous for the first time in her life, and she didn't like the feeling. She walked through the academy's fields until she reached a elder dragon. "Excuse me." she said.
"Yes?" the elder dragon said turning to Cynder.
"I am new here and I don't know where I am supposed to be." Cynder replied.
"Oh, you must be Cynder. I am Mior, the Elemental Control teacher." said the elder.
"Hello," Cynder said. "I was wondering if you could direct me to where the newcomers are supposed to gather?"
"The newcomers are supposed to meet with Syre, the Navigation teacher, over there." Mior said pointing at a group of dragons around a nearby tree.
Cynder turned to the group. "Oh," she said. "Thanks! And it was nice meeting you."
"It was nice meeting you too." Mior replied with a smile. "And I look forward to seeing you later."
"Bye." Cynder said. She started towards the group of young dragons near a oak tree. There were at least fifteen dragons sitting in the grass listening to the dragon elder known as Syre. The crowd of fifteen was filled with dragons all the way from Warfang, to dragons from right here in Avalar.
Syre, himself, was a rusty coloured dragon with horns that bent forward. Cynder found a seat in the back of the group and began to listen. "I would like to welcome you all to Rorita's Primary School. My name is Syre, and I am the teacher for your navigation class. Here at Rorita's, we have a goal, as teachers, to teach you how to survive in life. Here, we offer several classes that include: Navigation, Hunting, Elemental Control, Physical Well-being, Flying 101, and Tracking." Syre said. One dragon towards the front, raised his wing to ask a question. "Yes?" Syre said.
"What's 'Elemental Control'?" he asked.
"Good question!" Syre said. "As many of you know, your parents can breathe fire, right?" The group of dragons agreed in unison. "Well," Syre continued. "Not only do your parents have the ability to breathe fire, but the ability to breathe something else."
Cynder rose her wing. "Yes?" Syre answered.
"My mom explained this to me a few days ago." she said. "She said that my dad was a ice dragon, and that she was electric."
"Precisely!" Syre said. "While your parents may be ice-based, electric-based, or earth-based, you may be completely different. And no matter where you come from, whether it be Warfang or from right here at Avalar, you are always welcome here at Rorita's. Now you are all supposed to be meeting with Mior, the Elemental Control teacher. He will be waiting for you over near the combat range with the test dummies."
The group of newcomer dragons got up and started to migrate over to the combat range. Cynder walked alone on the edge of the group, before a young, bright-red dragoness approached her. "Hello." she said.
"Hi." Cynder replied.
"What's your name?" the dragoness replied.
"Cynder, what's yours?" Cynder replied.
"My name is Sylla." the dragoness replied. "Today is my first day."
Cynder looked at Sylla. "Today's my first day too." Cynder said. "Are you from around here?"
"No," Sylla replied. "We moved to Avalar from Warfang."
"I keep hearing about Warfang but I have never been there or even seen a picture of it." Cynder said.
"It's a very beautiful place." Sylla said. Cynder and Sylla arrived at the combat range. All of the students remained standing.
"Do you live close?" Cynder asked.
"Yeah," Sylla replied. "I live about a mile west near Horn Pond."
"Really?" Cynder asked shocked. "I live about a quarter-mile from there!"
"Really?" Sylla asked excited. "Maybe we could hangout sometime!"
"Yeah maybe!" Cynder said. "But we will have to talk later. I think Mior is going to begin."
"Okay, it was nice meeting you." Sylla said smiling
"Nice meeting you too." Cynder said, then turned to Mior as he began to speak.
"Okay," he spoke. "Welcome to Elemental Control."
"So it sounds like you had fun." Spyro said.
"Yeah," Cynder replied. "So far