"All right keep it moving, we still have other refugees to get down here." A small glowing golden dragnfly named Sparx ordered. The last few days had been really hectic since parting with Spyro and Cynder after The Destroyer crossed the belt of fire. The only reason he wasn't with the two dragons now was because Spyro told him he was needed more here at the underground city, helping everyone get situated for the the supposed end of the world.
"Sparx." A voice called out to him but he wasn't paying attention being caught up in his own thoughts.
"Sparx!" The voice called out again but with a little more force in it, still the dragonfly remained unresponsive.
"Sparx!" This time the voice roared out, that seemed to work because the dragonfly jolted out of his thought.
"W-what Happened?" Sparx stammered before he realized Terrador was behind him, and behind him were more of the refugees ready to be moved. "I know your worried about Spyro and Cynder but try to stay focused on the matter at hand."
"-yeah all right...after this group, no more in this area, the ledges get too dangerous from here, we'll have to go to the next set of caves I showed you from here." Terrador just nodded before directing the moles and cheetahs, to the next area pointed out and being mindful of the ledges that were too unstable for safety.
"Oh yeah...hey Terrador!" Sparx called out.
"Yes?"
"Has Cyril and Hunter been able to get back with my parents, and the rest of my village yet?"
"Actually, I was just about to check that out for you, so I don't know yet bu-" Before he could continue another dragon came down with a bunch of smaller glowing lights hovering close by.
"Sparx, my boy is that you?"
"Mom, Dad it's great to see you again!" He said flying over to them and hugging them both as tightly as his tiny arms could.
"Yes, it is nice to see you again. But can you please tell us why we were eveacuated from our homes, and where is your brother Spyro?" At the mention of his brothers name his antennae droped as he remembered why he wasn't beside him now.
"It's...it's a really long story that can't be told right now mom." Before anymore questions could be asked Hunter decided to make himself known to the small crowd of dragons and dragonflies.
"Yes, he's right we'll have you informed abouth teh whereabouts' of Spyro later but for now please come with me for your shelter." Flash and Nina still wanted to question further, but they could tell more or less that whatever the reason for why they were where there had everyone else pretty tense, so they dropped the topic for now, and followed the cheetah deeper into the crowds to their shelter.
"All right then, now that Cyril is back he can help us move more of the refugees to shelter, and have Volteer to...wait where is he anyway?"
he's keeping a lookout with Chief Prowlus on how many evacuees are left and how close The Destroyer is to the volcano so-" Before Cyril could finish the said cheetah came running almost out of breath.
"We...we have to hurry that thing is..." he coked on his words before he caught his breath if only to speak a little more calmly, but still in a scared tone of voice. "We have to hurry up that thing is at the last stretch of the burned lands, Volteer said we have maybe about another 5 hours at the most before its at the volcano!"
"That isn't good...how many still need shelter out there?" Cyril questioned
"We just got the outlaying population coming in just now from what Ia saw after Volteer told me to come report this to you, we have to pick up the pace right now!" The golden color from Sparx's face drained right off as he looked off into the distance as the destroyer was crawling towards the place it came from, as his thoughts were onece again on his brother Spyro, and the one who he made a promise with to keep him safe, Cynder. If he could have nothing else, he just wanted to see them both safe and sound.
"Please Spyro, Cynder hurry we're running out of time." He Whipered to himself. "All right then.." Cyril said ready to get back to getting the rest of the evacuees, with renewed energy. "Yes, we need to prepare for the worst at this point." Terrador spoke up, he wouldn't admit it to no one not even himself that he felt genuine fear maybe for the first time in his life.
"May the ancestors look after us all in these dark times."
