"What do you mean, 'so far'?" Spyro asked rolling in the grass to dry off.
"Well," Cynder said. "I had just met Sylla which was great. But then my group had to go to Elemental Control." Cynder went over to a nearby tree with apples on it. She picked one and ate it whole.
"What happened?" Spyro asked doing the same as Cynder.
"Well," Cynder said with a mouthful. "I ran into a little problem."
Cynder had just sat down next to Sylla to listen to Mior introduce the class to Elemental Control. Cynder and Sylla had been anticipating this class. They wanted to know what the teachers really meant by these new things called "elements". "What elemental do you think that you have, Sylla?" Cynder asked.
"I don't know." said Sylla inspecting her amethyst crystal necklace. "I hope I have something like ice or water." Sylla, herself, was a bright-red dragoness with pink stomach plates. Her horns curled down to her jaw line, she wore a amethyst crystal necklace and a pair of well-forged glasses. She was Cynder's first real friend even though they had only known each other for about an hour. "What do you want as an element, Cynder?" Sylla asked back.
"I hope that I'm electric," Cynder said, playing with the tip of her tail. "Just like my mom." Cynder and Sylla glanced at each other then up towards Mior who began to speak. "Welcome dragons and dragonesses. My name is Mior, and this is Elemental Control. Today, we will find out, what the elements are, and what your element is." Mior said. He pointed to a poster that was pinned to a tree. "These," he said. "Are the elements. There are several. There is water, ice, electricity, air, light, and earth. These determine, how you will be taught in this class, and your other elemental capabilities." Mior tore down the poster. "But, before you can learn what your specific element is, you must learn to breathe fire as all dragons do." he said. "Now, everyone line up with a test dummy." All the dragons and dragonesses stood and moved so that everyone was lined up with one test dummy. "Now, the test dummies are made of straw." Mior continued. "Which means that they will burn with even the slightest spark. I would like all of you, to stand with your back straight, cock your shoulders back, and gargle." Mior stood in the posture he just described and set one of the test dummies aflame. "Do you understand?" he asked. The group nodded. "Alright then, give it a shot, and don't get frustrated it you don't get it the first time. I don't think I have ever seen a young dragon such as yourselves breathe fire in one shot."
Cynder and Sylla glanced at each other, then at their test dummies. Cynder assumed the correct posture. Back straight, shoulders back, and then
it happened. Cynder had done the unthinkable. She felt a warm sensation in her throat and chest followed by a wave a fire from her mouth.
The test dummy ignited to a fiery blaze. Everyone turned to Cynder, baffled. Mior stood completely stunned as he watched the test dummy burn. Mior stared at the blaze, mouth agape. He slowly turned his head to Cynder. "Have you practiced at home?" he stuttered.
"No." Cynder replied embarrassed.
"My dear," Mior said. "You have just exceeded all my expectations on your first day of school!"
The group of dragons began to whisper to each other with confusion. One dragoness in specific, looked on from another class aver at the hunting range. It was her second year at Rorita's Primary, and she had just witnessed Cynder breathe fire in one try, when she herself had just learned to breathe fire the week before. She snarled with hate, and turned back to her mentor.
As the rest of the group was still attempting to breathe fire, Cynder sat, watching, playing with the tip of her tail. Mior sat under a tree, reading a book on elemental abilities. "Cynder?" Sylla said.
"Yes?" Cynder said.
"How did you do it? I mean, what did you do exactly?" Sylla asked.
"I don't know." Cynder replied. "I just did what Mior said."
"But I've been doing the same thing for fifteen minutes, nothing!" Sylla said.
"But," Cynder said. "There was something else
"Well," Cynder continued. "I felt this internal 'flame', no pun intended."
"What?" Sylla said chuckling.
"Well," Cynder replied. "I just 'conjured' up my feelings and let them out with the fire."
Sylla stood thinking. "Hmm
" she thought aloud. Sylla got into a combat pose cocked her head back and let loose a wave of fire onto her test dummy. The dummy broke out in a crackling blaze. Sylla stood back, quite content with her accomplishment. She strutted over to Cynder and sat down. Cynder looked at her with a smile and Sylla returned the smile with a foolish grin.
"Well done!" Mior exclaimed. "You are the second dragon to exceed my expectation today! Well done my dear, well done."
"Thank ya! Sylla said adjusting her glasses. Mior walked over to another dragon trying to help him with breathing fire.
"Nice." Cynder said.
"You helped." Sylla replied with a smile.
Cynder looked, puzzled, at Sylla glasses. "Where did you get those?" She asked.
Sylla looked with confusion. "Where did I get what?"
"Those." Cynder said pointing at Sylla glasses.
"Oh," Sylla replied. "These are my glasses. I was born with a vision impairment. They help me see better."
Cynder looked puzzled. "Where did you get them?" she asked, again.
"My mom had a smith make me them." Sylla replied.
"Oh," Cynder said. "Can I try them?"
"Sure." Sylla said. Sylla took off her glasses and handed them to Cynder. Cynder inspected the pieces of glass surrounded by a wire frame, then placed them over her own emerald-green eyes.
"Whoa," Cynder said. "I can't see!" Cynder and Sylla began to laugh. Cynder took off the spectacles and handed them back to Sylla.
"Thanks." Sylla said, placing her glasses back over her eyes. You should check out the smith's forge. He has a lot of cool looking bracelets and necklaces. Sylla held up her amethyst necklace to show Cynder.
"That's pretty." Cynder said staring at the purple gem. "Maybe I will go to the forge." Cynder looked over towards the group of dragons and dragonesses still attempting to breathe fire. What's their problem, Cynder thought. It took me seconds!
Mior approached Cynder and Sylla. "Are you ready to proceed?" he asked.
"Yes." Cynder and Sylla replied in unison.
"Alright then." Mior replied. "Now that you know how to breathe fire. It is time to learn your elemental ability." Mior approached a set of aluminum test dummies. "Now you young dragonesses are ready. Just like last time, combat ready stance, head cocked back. But this time, you need emotion." Mior said. "This time, you need anger." Mior said. "Conjure up all of the things that make you angry, and let them out with your elemental breath."
Cynder and Sylla looked at each-other, the other dragons watching. "You can go first," Cynder said. "Good luck."
"Thanks." Sylla replied. Sylla approached the aluminum covered test dummy. Sylla thought about what upset her the most, assumed the same posture as Mior had shown, cocked her head back, and let loose her emotions in the form of blizzard of snow and ice shards. The test dummy broke free from the post it rested on and cracked down the middle. The group was astounded by Sylla's feat, just waiting to see what Cynder had in store.
"Well done! Well done my dear!" Mior announced. "You nearly split the dummy completely in half, and your posture, just magnificent!" Mior turned to Cynder. "My dear," he spoke. "Are you ready?"
"Yes." Cynder replied. Cynder approached the test dummy. She looked over at Sylla who gave her a "good luck" grin. She smiled back and then turned to the dummy. She assumed the same posture that Sylla had, cocked her head back, and let her anger out through her breath. The test dummy exploded with a wave of emerald-green gas. The group was shocked, Mior stood completely still, mouth agape. Cynder opened her eyes. Green gas still leaked out of the side of her mouth. She looked at the remaining pieces of the dummy. They were covered in a viscous, green, liquid that bubbled and fizzed.
Mior looked over at Cynder, still stunned. "My dear," he said. "What have you done?"