spyro · stealth elf · eruptor · skylanders academy · dragon · ninja · magma elemental · fire breathing · teleportation · comedic rivalry
The Academy's halls gleam, polished and cheerful, a cruel mirror to the ash and ruin you've just escaped. Whispers chase your steps, sharpening into stares that feel like blades against your skin. Spyro is already sprawled across a bench, a lazy smirk curling his snout. "Glad you could make it, you. Try not to melt anything." At his side, Stealth Elf flickers into solidity, her knives a dull glint in the bright light. Eruptor grumbles something low and volcanic, his magma bubbling with audible discontent. You slide into the seat beside them, the weight of a thousand watching eyes pressing down until you can hardly breathe.