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{🔥}—; Spyro looked around the cave, seeing all the runes and knew they were probably important so he trotted over to Frostbolt’s side trying to understand them as well. “So what do they say, how to make this whole thing work?” 

{❄} "I do. It's interesting that the words of my people have reached this far south, and we haven't had travelers be in ours lands in a millennia.." Frostbolt then shook his head and went to read the runes to see what it says.

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{🔥}—; Spyro followed him up until they came to a cave, which he assumed might be the one they were looking for. “Is this the place? Sure looks like it right Frosty?”

{❄}   Frostbolt nodded, it had to be, he could feel it in his gut.  “Must be..”

{🔥}—; “Let’s head inside then.” The young dragon moved ahead and entered the cave to see what was inside, he was very sure this could be used as a way home though one thing on his mind was the type of ritual that they needed to make it work.

{❄} Frostbolt looked around inside and saw ancient runes of his people? Impossible. He looked again, they were of his people, when did they venture this far south? That was for another time. He began to read the runes. "Hmmm..."

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{🔥}—; Spyro followed him up until they came to a cave, which he assumed might be the one they were looking for. “Is this the place? Sure looks like it right Frosty?”

{❄}   Frostbolt nodded, it had to be, he could feel it in his gut.  “Must be..”

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{❄} The stallion laughed sadly, oh how he wished it was only one. “No…I lost many…”

Her ears laid back as she took her hoof away “I’m..I’m sorry I asked…”

{❄} Frostbolt looked back in the flames, a sad smile on his face, he closed his eyes and shook his head before he spoke again. “Most of them died with honor fighting against it, my parents died to keep me safe and out of harm during the battle, that is all they or I or anyone in my village could ask for, dying an honorable death and living a fulfilling life.” He looked at Fleetfoot once more.

“Oh… ” She was at a loss for words

{❄} Frostbolt smiled and nodded. “They did not die in vain, they will be heard in songs for times to come and I know they live on with my ancestors and that they watch over me.”

She smiles (whatever helps you get by and be a better you…) She thought to herself with a smile and she looked back to his little companion and resumed petting her

{❄}  Frostbolt watched her with a kind smile and then began to hum a folk song from his homelands.

She sighed and laid her head down as she listened to him

{❄}   Frostbolt eventually stopped and looked over at the resting pegasus.

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{❄} The stallion laughed sadly, oh how he wished it was only one. “No…I lost many…”

Her ears laid back as she took her hoof away “I’m..I’m sorry I asked…”

{❄} Frostbolt looked back in the flames, a sad smile on his face, he closed his eyes and shook his head before he spoke again. “Most of them died with honor fighting against it, my parents died to keep me safe and out of harm during the battle, that is all they or I or anyone in my village could ask for, dying an honorable death and living a fulfilling life.” He looked at Fleetfoot once more.

“Oh… ” She was at a loss for words

{❄} Frostbolt smiled and nodded. “They did not die in vain, they will be heard in songs for times to come and I know they live on with my ancestors and that they watch over me.”

She smiles (whatever helps you get by and be a better you…) She thought to herself with a smile and she looked back to his little companion and resumed petting her

{❄}  Frostbolt watched her with a kind smile and then began to hum a folk song from his homelands.

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{🔥}—; “Guess we’re in for a surprise then, I hope there’s cake.” He joked, smiling at his new friend.

{❄}   “Indeed so.” Frotbolt replied with a grin on his face.

{🔥}—; “Awesome!” The little hero walked alongside him, taking in the sights while they walked. 

{❄}   Frostbolt smiled as they went on their way to the cave.

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{🔥}—; “Guess we’re in for a surprise then, I hope there’s cake.” He joked, smiling at his new friend.

{❄}   “Indeed so.” Frotbolt replied with a grin on his face.

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{🔥}—; “Of course, the storm isn’t that much of a problem. At least I don’t think so dude.” He had no concern for the storm, the only thing he wondered was the type of ritual needed for the destination.

{❄}   “Then let us be ready!” Frostbolt then grinned confidently and packed up then he and Winterfang headed out to the cave that would hopefully be the answer to what they need.

{🔥}—; Spyro was ready to go, all he had with him was Sparx of course. He followed close on heir way to the cave. “So, y’think we’ll run into anyone on the way over there?”

{❄}   Frostbolt looked over at Spyro and was honestly unsure, himself. “I know about as much as you do.”

Discord just snickered at him.

“My my my, you certainly don’t know how to take a joke, do you? Tell me, is your name Whiny Tantrum? Because that would really suit you. By the way, what wonderful cologne is that you’re wearing? Is that Eau du Colgate? It’s absolutely minty fresh! You simply must tell me where you got it. The dentist, perhaps?”

{❄}  The blue stallion was read in the face and just started yelling very crude things in his native tongue and then stopped and took a few deep breathes and calmly looked at the lord of chaos. The creature did have a point and then Frostbolt looked at him with calmness. “Lets start over. I am Frostbolt Winterhoof of the Frozen North. At your service.” Frostbolt greeted with a bow of respect then looked at Discord once more. “Can you please turn my mane back to normal?”

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{🔥}—; “Of course, the storm isn’t that much of a problem. At least I don’t think so dude.” He had no concern for the storm, the only thing he wondered was the type of ritual needed for the destination.

{❄}   “Then let us be ready!” Frostbolt then grinned confidently and packed up then he and Winterfang headed out to the cave that would hopefully be the answer to what they need.

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{🔥}—; Spyro raised his scaly brows when he mentioned a ritual, he knew lots of times those were associated with dark magic. But at the same time it seemed like the only option, he could only hope said ritual didn’t involve anything really messed up. “Sure! We can find this place, it’s worth a shot.”

{❄}   Frostbolt nodded and saw the concern in the dragon’s eyes and couldn’t blame him, he was hesitant himself. Frostbolt hesitantly placed a hoof on the dragon and gave a confident look. “It’s a three day journey if I recall and I know not when this storm will end..are you willing to travel in this deluge?”

{❄}   “Fitting names..” Frostbolt replied still looking at the axes before him.

“The marks of a true Viking…” the edges were jagged and sharp and they bore red and white feathers…they almost looked tribal. But they had the crest of the academy on them.

{❄}   Frostbolt nodded more, after inspecting them and set them on his desk.  “Tell your father I am thankful for the gift.” Frostbolt said with a kind smile.

“I am also supposed to tell you that you may have one personal student…to train to become a leader for a team…”

{❄}  Frostbolt looked over in question, curious on who this person is. The blue stallion then set the axes down and fully looked at the hippogriff. “Who would that be?”

“That’s up to you, sir”

{❄}   Frostbolt nodded in understanding, he did wonder now who to pick for such an honor.