Two days. It had been two days since the fall of Warfang. Verena and her army of wyvern and shadow dragons took it by force sparing no-one in there way. Changes were already happening to the city itself. The temple had been completely changed inside. All rooms had become one large throne room. All the walls had been posted by wyvern that looked in all directions. Most things were still smouldering or bright red with flames. Two figures cloaked in black hoods were entering the main gates. They wyvern guarding them growled but the shadow dragon that overlooked it shook a paw to open the gates. The hooded figures did not show any sign of acknowledgement and walked past them. Both Wyvern growled and barked at them as they walked past. Inside they city as the hooded figures walked were the wyvern that were not guarding the walls. They were completely upturning homes and stores looking for valuables. One of the figures grunted in disgust at them as did the other. Soon they came to the main doors of the temple. They were now painted the colour purple with a yellow stripe down the middle. Without them saying a word the doors opened and both of them walked into the building. Once inside they were met by only one wyvern.
" Who are you and state you're purpose here." It said. One of the figures took a step forward and looked down under its hood at the wyvern making it feel uneasy.
" We were requested an audience with her Verena-"
" You dare call her by her name." The wyvern snapped quite shocked. The hooded figure did not flinch but chuckled slightly.
" Why yes I do. Now lead the way." The wyvern growled but lead them through the doors. Inside was a large room with only one large seat at the far end. All the pensive were in a semi circle at the left side while on the other was a large table with each type of crystal on it. Sitting in the large chair with the leader shadow dragon and wyvern at her side was Verena. She was twirling round a small cylinder of red liquid. She spotted the hooded figures and laughed.
" You need not cover yourselves in these walls. Everyone is looking for the same thing here." She said sweetly. When the figures didn't move she frowned. " Take you're hoods down." She said angrily no longer sweet. Both figures slowly moved there hands up the hoods and grabbed either side of it pulling it down. One of the dragons was a young one with blue scales and red eyes. She had yellow horns and everything from her neck down was covered by the cloak she had on.
" Ah, Fillasia. Good to see you again." Verena said then turned to the other dragon. She smiled widely at her. " And thank you. For giving me access to the groundwork of the city and telling me which places to enter the easiest from. And to think this was all over one little dragoness." Verena then chuckled at the dragoness standing before her. A frown forming on her pink face.
All the dragons that fled the city had travelled to the nearest cheetah village of Avalar. Chief Prowlus wasn't amused with the amount of dragons overloading his village. The mass of the village had to be doubled to accommodate the numbers. All of the dragons were deeply hurt and shaken by the attack. Most of all Earn. He hadn't moved from the tent were star was in the coffin since upon arrival. He didn't eat or drink but sat there watching the her. As if he were expecting her to wake up at any moment but she doesn't. Cynder still tries to cheer him up but to no avail. The trails of the dying smoke from the city were still in the air, scaring the sky. Looking at them was Winfil. Sitting on his haunches sighing loudly.
" Going to be a long day." He said to himself. Inside the largest hut were the three guardians. They were talking about there plans about getting back the city. The sense of war still thick in the air. Cyril shook his head while snorting.
" We can't attack head on, you seen what happened in the city. We would be destroyed-"
" it's the only way!" Terrador shouted back. Hunter stood at the door watching the sky. Not long ago he sent his hawk to the city to find out some information. He had high hopes.
" There's always more than one way Terrador." Cyril said softly to the fuming earth guardian. Volteer was saying nothing in the matter. He was silently contemplating on what to do with the task at hand. Cyril rolled the map up and put to the side of the table much to Terrador's dismay.
" And that would be for…" The large green dragon asked. Cyril shook his head a little.
" We've been at it for two days. Its about time for a break. Besides, we're paying respects to our fallen tomorrow and in two days celebrating our safe exit from the city-"
" You call that safe!" Terrador growled.
" It could have been allot worse. Come on, Be happy tonight. Not for me but for yourself. And the hundreds of dragons out there that look up to us."
" But." Terrador stopped with the stare he got from Cyril. Outside the guardians tent stood Ornis and Flame. They both where thinking of a way to speak to Earn but found nothing so far. Ornis thinking a full on approach would be best but Flame thinking it best if a soft one was best.
" He can't stay like this forever." Said Ornis shaking his head.
" What would you do if the love of you're life finally told you she felt the same only to be ripped out of you're hands." Flame snapped at him. Ornis shrank back a little at the forcefulness in his voice. " Sorry. I just wished I knew where Ember is. I'm quite scared Ornis." He said. Ornis nodded and mock punched him in the shoulder.
" Hey. She'll be fine. She's a tough cookie."
" You think."
" No I don't think. I know." Both of them laughed a little. They both looked over at Cynder who was walking into hers and Spyro's tent and Flame chuckled a little.
" Spyro's so whipped with Cynder isn't he." The fire dragon said.
" Yeah he is. Lets go jump in on the moment between the two of them." Ornis said smiling. Flame turned with a sceptical look.
" And if they are kissing each other and all that banter then we leave without a word, there and then." Flame said laying down the rules. Ornis nodded in anticipation and they both crept over to the tent. They couldn't hear anything when they were near. Flame looked at Ornis who nodded and they crouched.
" GO!" Flame shouted. They both jumped into the tent were they found both of them nearly sleeping. Spyro's eyes shot open and he growled in annoyence.
" Guys. What the hell." The purple dragon said. This made Flame and Ornis burst out into laughter which eventually infected Cynder and Spyro. They all started laughing. High above the tent though was a bird, flying through the cold wind. On a closer look this bird was a hawk. And not just any hawk, Hunters. The bird flew down and landed with a sharp clank on Hunters armour.
" Ah, news has arrived." The cheetah said leaning into the bird. The hawk gave him a scroll and whispered some words before leaping of his shoulder and back into the sky. Hunter looked down at the scroll and as he read his eyes widened.
" What is it Hunter. What does it say." Volteer asked. Hunter shook his head solemnly.
" Its plans. Plans to go to the Well of Souls."
" but that means-" Terrador cut in.
" Yes. That yellow dragoness is going to revive someone and I can have a good guess who." Hunter finished. There was an eerie silence.
" No they can't revive him. He's locked away in the purple crystal at the bottom of the earth. No-one can get to him-" Cyril chuckling nervously
" Except the shadow dragons. They can phase through almost anything. That's why they gave us such a hard time fighting them." Hunter walked to the table from where he stood and leaned onto his paws. " We need a team to intercept the Shadows travelling to the Well."
" And who put you in charge." Terrador growled. Hunter shrugged at his words.
" If any of you have a better plan then I'd like to hear it." He said. All of the dragons in the tent and the two cheetahs were on thin lines with their temper. They were all extremely stressed.
" So they one that go will need to be very skilled and strong-" Cyril started.
" We shall not think about that just now. We shall wait until the are respects are paid and the celebrations are over. Then we shall make real plans." Terrador said.
" Very well. We shall wait." Cyril replied.