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Karic Strongthistle is walking home from school, alongside his friend, Daniel Iceblade. It's mid-winter, and the younger student, Daniel, is running around, his oddly-white hair bouncing as he skips around through the snow. Karic sighs. Personally, he thinks winter sucks. But he knows that, if he says that to Daniel, he's going to find a snowball in his face. And then the hair on the back of his neck stands up. "Hey!" Karic says, grabbing Daniel by the wrist.
"What the!?!" Daniel yelps, turning around. No one... Karic vanished. "Karic?" Daniel calls out. "KARIC!" And then, everything gets dark.
Hex is sitting at a desk at Cloudcracker Prison, sorting through files on what all the prisoners did to end up here. Being a Skylander means she has to help out wherever and however she can. And if this means doing paperwork, at least no one will chase her into the prison. Snap Shot is leaning against the wall, polishing his bow.
"Oh, and while you're here," Snap Shot says, looking up. He pauses. The Undead Skylander is not there. "Hex?" No answer. "Eh, whatever. If you're hiding somewhere, just write a note that Malefor got spotted last night, so we're setting up a team to arrest him. We're to..." He doesn't get the chance to finish. The rag he was using falls to the ground.
Harry is dashing through halls of the Ministry. He can't believe he left his memos behind. His scar had suddenly started hurting nonstop and he must've left everything behind when he rushed out. Voldemort's dead, so there simply can't be any reason why his scar is hurting now of all times. He crashes into someone. He hears a loud "Oof!" from his former Potions professor, shortly before everything goes dark. He didn't lose consciousness... or he doesn't think he did.
Peacemaker is in the RainWings' Royal Gardens, a dragon on a mission. His bestest friend in the world, Darkstalker, talked him into this, and he's going to do it no matter what. He tips his snout, sniffing. There! He rushes towards his target. He comes to the plant with the wonderful, red berries. Just as he's about to yank off and eat as many strawberries as he could... nothing.
Freedom was dead for who-knows-how-long. And it was bliss. 5,000 years being half-alive-half-dead can do that to a dragon. Freedom must be dreaming. And she doesn't want to wake up.
But it seems like someone wants to shake her out of this wonderful experience of being at-rest. "Leave me alone..." she growls angrily. The shaking continues She grabs whatever's shaking her in her talons and then bites down... onto emptiness; they pulled away last-second. She can still feel herself being shaken around. And so, for the first time since her proper death, the ancient (yet also very young) dragon opens her eyes.
Ambrose is worried. Something must be happening. Bartleby had to have seen something happening somewhere in the future. Ambrose thinks for a long moment. 4 humans, 2 dragons, an undead, and... is that a Krok? "Oh, my vision must be failing me," he complains to himself. He wakes them up and talks to them to try to work things out.
So, 8 students... 7 of them had fit into the 7 Schools thanks to the Book of Secrets. The last, the black dragon, is proving to be difficult. After hours of searching, and Ambrose sending the other 7 (as well as a snowy owl that had flown into the tower and clawed and pecked at him several times) to a temporary bedroom, a blank page.
Well, it's not blank. It's more like the info in it was erased, but poorly done so. There are also rips in the page, where Ambrose himself tried and failed to yank it out of the Book. He knows now, what School this young one will command... and Ambrose is not happy about it.
At least Ambrose has an old friend... Bartleby won't approve, but there's only one who can teach this School.
The others, however, they won't have any problems, the headmaster is sure.