The dumbest thing to do when writing a fanfict is get all the info wrong. In this case, since no info has come out yet, I think it's more than likely that I will get my info way off when writing this little short...

Oh well, at least I have an object I can use my affectionate words on. :3

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Two Knights stood outside the lab. In front of them, a whole legion of living armor was bickering amongst itself. Some of the arguing was about the rising prices of the Crystal Energy, others were about the difficulty of fighting the Duke of Almire. It was to pass time while waiting for the new Laboratory to open up. The new research center was made for the sole purpose of reactivating the E-Class Sprites, little AI-controlled machines that assisted the Knights on Isoria. After the crash, the Sprites had been damaged, leaving the Knights without any support for two years. A rumour had passed throughout Haven that a Laboratory was being built up by the new Guild Halls, which brought much commotion for a few months. Finally, the workers were done, but the scientists themselves had yet to gather the resources needed for the research. So again, the Knights waited. When the opening day came, only a few Knights who had clearance were able to test the new Sprites. Not much was said, and the community was kept in the dark for a second time. News spread again, and now the official opening day was today, where every Knight could have access to their own Sprite. No longer would the Knights be left alone, no longer would they have to worry about feeding their Chroma Whelps with a sought-after Silkwing. No, these would be fierce, non-starving, powerful allies in battle. The day had come, and the crowd was building up...

The two Knights, guards of the construction site, had been given word.
"Are you ready?!"
The crowd cheered and shouted, a reply for yes.
"Welcome to the Lab!"
The two Knights jumped out of the way as the crowd, frantic for the little robots, stampeded through. Fortunately, no one was trampled or shoved aside. All that was left of the Garrison was a discarded miracloth-hankerchief.

Inside, it was pure delight/anarchy as the room was seething with scalding flames, blinding light, and darting shadows. Immediately the Sprites had broken through the flimsy glass cages, and were romping around with the Knights. A Drakon-Sprite gnawed playfully on the head of a Volcanic Salamander user, while the Seraphynx-Sprite nuzzled gently with a woman clad in Angelic Iron armor; the Maskeraith, a trickster to even the best of its friends, tripped a boy and girl, causing them to collapse in a heap. It was a happy outlook for the Knights, for they had new friends.

End of Chapter 1.

This will be a series of short little fanfics of the proud owners of the Sprites, which does NOT depict the actual behaviour of the Sprites. So whatever the heck I type in here, it's PROBABLY not true (unless confirmed by our beloved developers).