(Read chapter 38 or 46 of Dark Legacy 2: Umbral Visions)

Summary: Savron tries to recover. Luckily, he has somebody who can help him do it.

The wind dragon shivered, as he waited outside the door. His scales crawled at the thought of entering. He wanted to turn and walk away but he stood his ground. He reached for the knob to open the door and saw a purple dragon sitting in the middle of the room. He waited by the door.

The purple figure sat between the pieces of shattered trophies, he put them together with glue, and when the pieces fell to the floor, he groaned. The gold piece rolled behind him and he turned to reach for it. He froze when he saw a grey dragon standing at the door.

He said, "Typhous? I didn't expect you to come here." His eyes still kept to the trophy in front of you, "What's up?"

Typhous winced at the look. "Um, yeah, I just came to check on you, Savron."

"Thanks, Ty, but I don't think I need anybody to watch me." Savron said.

Typhous watched him fix it for a minute. He turned to the walls and saw that he had already fixed six trophies and a jar filled with a weird sparkling dust. The bed still didn't have a blanket. The mat on the floor was still covered in pieces along with a few globs of glue.

Then, Typhous said, "When was the last time you went out?"

"Um, what?"

"When was the last time you left your room?"

Savron clicked his tongue and wore a wide grin. "Every school day, Typhous. It's not like I have a choice, you know."

"You're put in separate classes, Savron." Typhous mumbled.

"Well, I can't say that I blame them."

Typhous's eyes went wide and shook his head, "Sav, you shouldn't be put in separate classes because of that."

Savron frowned, "I'm surprised they didn't do something worse. After all that crazy shit I've done."

"You weren't crazy! The voice did all that, not you!"

Savron glared at him and stood up. "I should've told someone at the start. The insane things that voice made me do after that was because I didn't say anything!"

Typhous snorted, glaring back at him, "You were scared! It forced you into a corner! You told me before that the voice changed the way you saw a situation. It changed what you heard and how you perceive things. It knew how you would react. It manipulated your feelings and used it against you. You never had a choice."

"Typhous, it still doesn't change the fact that everyone saw me do those things," Savron sighed, "Besides, even if the voice did force me to do all that stuff, everyone would still hate me. So, I think it's best for me to stay here and lie low."

"That's it, huh? You're going to stay in this room and rot until your old."

"That's the plan." Savron said, going back to sit.

His eyes widened when Typhous stood between him and his trophy. The grey dragon growled, "Well, I'm not going anywhere until you leave this room."

"Fine, okay. What do you suggest?"

Typhous asked, "What, that's it? Okay?"

"You're not the one who made a mistake and I won't waste an opportunity to make a friend again. Who knows, maybe this will be fun." Savron said, winking.

Typhous smiled, too. This was the Savron he knew. Maybe they can start hanging out and have fun adventure after a little while. He still needed a plan to get Savron out of here. Typhous frowned. Now, that's going to be difficult.

Savron saw the frown and asked, "Um, dude? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Typhous waved claw, looking away, "I got it! How about we walk around town? Maybe greet some dragons who know you."

"Sure, what about my parents?"

Typhous frowned and said, "I'll go talk to them."

"Wait, no! They'll probably think I manipulated you to do it or something dumb like that."

Typhous rolled his eyes, smiling, "You're not that good at convincing dragons, Savron. Trust me, I'll convince them."

"Okay, don't be a dick, but also, thank you."

Typhous left the room and headed to the main hall. Many dragons gave him pitying glances when they saw him leave the room, probably thinking that Savron hurt him in a way. He bit back a snarl, kept his eyes straight, and headed to the training grounds. He spotted two dragons. A large purple dragon and a large black dragon.

They both fought against several dummies. The purple dragon pulled down a lever and made more appear. The black dragon slashed them all up. She hit them hard enough for them to be flying towards a wall. Her knees were tense and she growled.

He went up to them, "Excuse me, Spyro," The purple dragon turned to him with an exhausted smile, "and Cynder," The black dragon turned, glaring, but she eased her look when she saw who it was.

Cynder said, "Yes, what is it, Typhous?"

"I want to talk to you about Savron."

Spyro glared at him, which shocked him the most. "Savron is doing his best to recover from the ordeal and we'll make sure that he doesn't hurt anyone. He's within our care and we'll make sure he won't hurt anyone."

"What, no? I wanted to ask about something different."

Spyro's narrowed eyes closed shut, and he sighed, "Sorry, usually when dragons come and ask that, they usually want to know whether Savron's kept in a cell or not."

Typhous frowned, as he saw the legendary purple sitting down and sighing. Cynder came to Spyro's side and nuzzled his cheek, while he gave her a grateful smile. Typhous had never considered how affected they were. He always avoided them, afraid about how angry they were with Savron. Then, he realized that Spyro and Cynder were parents first, heroes second. It made him smile and he watched them nuzzle for a few moment and separate.

Then, Cynder raised her head, "Then what were you going to ask, Typhous?"

Typhous said, "I want to take Savron around the town."

He saw their eyes grow wide.

"Don't worry, don't worry! I'll keep an eye on him. I won't let him out of my sight! I just think he would be much better if he was out. He would go talk to others."

Spyro shook his head, "Typhous, if he doesn't want to leave his room, let him stay. He needs time alone and to think if he's ready to face others."

Typhous headed towards the door. That plan flew out the window. He had to find some other way to get Savron out of his room.

"I say let him go."

Everyone turned to Cynder with eyes wide open. She rolled her eyes and said, "He needs to be with good friends. Dragons who trust him and if Typhous here wants to hang out with Savron after everything, then he's a good dragon in my book."

"You can't be serious, Cynder." Spyro said, "Savron needs time to recover."

"Stop coddling him, Spy. He has been in his room for three months and barely talked to anyone. I want my son to have a better life, not one similar to mine," Spyro winced, but she ignored that and turned to Typhous, "Typhous, you have my permission to take Savron through the city."

Spyro stared at her for a moment, before shaking his head, "Well, if Cynder feels confident, so should I. You also have my permission."

Typhous nodded, smiling once more, and headed to the door. He had the widest grin ever. There still seems to be hope that dragons still cared for Savron. He only needs to give Savron a little push in the right direction.

Typhous made it to Savron's room, pushed open the door, and saw the purple dragon fixing his trophy again. He said, "Hey, you can leave if I keep an eye on you."

Savron jumped, his eyes growing wide. He caught the trophy in the air and glared at Typhous, "You almost made me destroy that trophy!"

"You can fix it later. Come on, we can go outside and explore the city again."

Savron let out a small sigh, grinned, and said, "Finally. Come on, let's go."

They left the corridor, out of the temple, and into the city. The city's walls still stood tall and wide, surrounding the center city. The grass grew around the large buildings and the clean concrete glowed underneath the sun. Water flowed through the sides of the street.

Savron took the lead, saying, "I know a few dragons around here. They seem like they'll still trust me, despite what they might have heard."

Typhous hesitated, but then smiled when he saw the wide grin on the purple's face, "Okay, let's head there."

Savron took a turn into a dark alleyway. Typhous hesitated, but when he saw Savron's claw beckoning him to follow, he went in. There was barely any light. Trash filled the dumpsters nearby and the floor was filled with grey puddles. The walls stood close together. Savron had to squeeze between the dumpsters and the wall and he kept moving through the alleyway until he stopped at a door. He went in.

Typhous paused. He could hear the sounds of laughing and music playing from the inside. This seemed like a place that the old Savron would enjoy. Still, he had to make sure Savron was safe and stable. He didn't need the stress of another disaster happening. He opened the door and went in.

The smell of alcohol hung in the air. There were different dragons sitting and laughing along with each other. There were a few green couches on separate sides of each tables and stools along a long wooden table. He saw Savron sitting on one of the stools and took a seat beside him.

"Really, a bar? Already?"

Savron chuckled, "I said I knew a couple of dragons. I didn't say that it was going to be a healthy place."

A dark blue dragon came to them from across the table. He had a red scar across his left green eye and sharp teeth. He saw Savron, grinned, and said, "Hey, Savron! Nice to see friendly face around here."

"Nice to see you, too, scar-eye."

The blue dragon growled, slamming a paw on the table. "What did you call me?"

Savron grinned, "Scar-eye, tough guy. A little insecure about it?"

Typhous shook in his chair, his eyes wide and switching between the two of them. Everyone at the bar gone silent and watched the display. The music turned silent, as the yellow dragon stopped playing the piano with her claws.

Then the blue dragon rolled his eyes, "At least, I'm not a little purple grape who needs his parents to cater him."

Laughter from everyone filled Typhous's ears and they returned to their usual conversations. Savron fell off his seat and began laughing, too. He got off the ground and turned to the bartender, "Still haven't lost your touch, old geezer."

"I'm actually losing a bit of sense for this gig, it must be age." The bartender winked, "Maybe, I'll pass this bar off to you when I die."

Savron shook his head, "So, never?"

"You got that right!"

Then the bartender noticed the nervous grey dragon, shaking in his seat, "Who's the kid? Your new boyfriend?"

"What?" Typhous's face turned red.

"Chill, dude," Savron told Typhous and turned to the bartender, "We were just hanging out and such. It's his first time here."

"First time?" Then the yellow dragon who played the piano sat beside them, "Savron, I didn't know you brought guests here?"

Savron rolled his eyes, "This was my first time bringing one. Besides, I don't want you manipulating everyone I bring here, Telia."

Telia eyes went wide, putting a claw to her chest, and frowned, "Do you really not trust me?"

Savron saw Typhous wince and said, "Don't worry, she's like this all the time. You'll get used to it. She usually over exaggerates everything."

"You'll get used to me being insulted and saddened? You're a monster, Sav, a monster."

"See."

"Well, I remember that one time when we got drunk. You took my claw and proclaimed your undying love for me."

"That was one time!" Savron yelled.

The bartender chuckled, "Okay, no more bickering you two. Now, Savron, what do you want? A beer, alcohol, or something really heavy."

Savron shook his head, "Nothing like that, I just came here to relax. A glass of water would be nice. I just want to be away from the judging eyes of everyone."

Telia rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I've heard the rumors. The word around Warfang says you went insane and ran off. It took all of my willpower to stop myself from pickpocketing every last one who said that."

"Must have been a lot of will power." Savron mumbled.

"I know right! All of them, gone. Now, I have no way to track them and steal their stuff!" Telia yelled.

Savron replied, "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure that you'll find them again."

"Yeah, I would! You, Sav, a monster. Unbelievable." Telia saw him drink water, "What happened? You're not getting drunk like you usually do. You're drinking some really weak stuff."

"It's been a rough few months." Savron replied, taking another sip.

Telia rolled her eyes, grabbing her drink and put it close to him, "That's why you need some of the good stuff."

"No!" Typhous pushed the bottle back to her, while she glared back at him, "Savron needs to rest and relax. He doesn't need to get drunk right now."

Telia glared at him, "What are you, the guards? He has the right to drink when he wants to."

Typhous shook his head, glaring, too, "Well, I'm supposed to watch over him. I'm also allowed to stop him if he decides to get intoxicated."

Savron replied, "Hey! I'm allowed to get drunk if I want to."

"Yeah, what are you some kind of guardian?" Then Telia's eyes widened and she wore a wide grin, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, you go with Savron on his adventures, right?"

"Um, yeah?"

Telia gasped, "You're the guardian dragon that Savron spoke so highly of!"

Typhous turned to Savron, who waved his claws in the air and shaking his head. The grey dragon ignored him and asked her, "What do you mean by that?"

"Wow, where do I begin?" Telia replied, while Savron groaned and hid his head between his claws. She paused, taking a deep breath, and continued, "Well, when Savron and I first met. We were drinking a few bottles of alcohol, you know, the usual. I find his company a little more enjoyable compared to the other dragons who entered this bar.

The bartender snorted, "Those who enter this bar have good taste. You just don't know a good dragon when you see one."

"Anyways," Telia continued, "Savron told me that he did a little adventuring and I asked him what kind. He told me all kinds of adventures, some mundane and others that seemed impossible for someone his age. If it was a lie or not, I found myself interested."

Typhous grinned to Savron, but frowned when he saw Savron's face still in his claws and turning his head away. Typhous turned his head back to the story, listening in on the details.

Telia chuckled at the sight and said, "One story kept coming back and back. It seemed so boring compared to the rest of his adventures but he seemed to think it was the best one he had ever done. It was about his one battle against a bunch of frogweeds. He let his guard down for one moment and he found himself unconscious on the floor. He had no chance of survival."

She took a long pause and continued, "Until a brave wind dragon came and saved his life. He destroyed all the remaining frogweed. Savron described that scene as heroic and amazing. A wind dragon coming to save his life, standing over him like a knight in shining armor. It was almost like a dream come true for him. I mean, in a way he described it. He was so stunned that he could almost faint!"

Savron growled, "I was so weak that I almost collapsed."

"Same difference." Telia replied. She chuckled, as she watched the purple shake his head.

"Forget it, maybe I do want some of that hard stuff."

Typhous smirked, "'A knight in shining armor'? Really?"

Savron groaned and yelled, "I didn't say it like that!"

"He said it exactly like that," Telia added. She chuckled, ordered another glass of alcohol, and drank it all.

Savron shook his head, "Never should've came here at all,"

Typhous sat silent. He didn't realize how much that one moment meant to Savron. It slipped his mind, as soon as it was over. It seemed like such a little thing to think about. He frowned, looking at the flushing Savron.

The bartender whispered to him, "Are you really the kid that saved Savron?"

"Um, yeah?" Typhous replied. He saw that Savron and Telia were distracted, winking at each other after every other sentence.

"What really happened in the forest?"

"Well, Savron let his guard down for a moment and I jumped in saving his life. Nothing special."

"Nothing special? Sounds a bit special when you save another life."

"Yeah, but I know Savron would do the same for me." Typhous said. He smiled to Savron, "He's always been there for us. I just wanted to do the same."

The bartender chuckled, leaning against the back wall. His green eyes watched him, looked him up and down, and said, "I can see why Savron likes you."

Typhous's eyes widened. Savron appreciates him and spoke about it with others. What other stories did he tell? There were many stories that Savron told, but for him to cling on to one sounded important. Typhous smiled, thinking about how he was the hero of the story.

He took a swig of water, saying, "Thanks for telling me."

"You didn't hear it from me, okay?" The bartender winked.

"Sure, not at all." Typhous replied. He took a long look at the arguing two across from him.

Then Savron let out a loud groan and said, "Come on, Ty. Let's go."

Telia snickered, "You're just angry because you know it's true."

Typhous blinked, paused, and said, "Oh, okay, we're leaving?"

"Wait just a minute." Telia said, grabbed onto Savron's shoulder, "I want to say something to him."

Typhous stopped himself, leaned against a table, and kept his eyes on them.

Telia rolled her eyes and told him, "Alone, please?"

Typhous stood still.

Savron sighed, giving him a grin, "Just a moment. If I don't come out soon, you can break everything in this room to find me."

"I don't consent to that!" The bartender yelled.

Typhous waited, giving one last glance at the group of dragons, and sighed, "Okay, okay, but if he's a little tipsy, I'm after you, missy," He told Telia.

Telia replied, "Fine, fine. Go." Typhous left and she turned to Savron, "I thought you said that he wasn't a guard?"

"He isn't." Savron replied. "So, what did you want to tell me?"

"Take care of yourself."

Savron blinked and smiled, "Wow, I didn't know you cared."

Telia snorted, "I don't. I just hate seeing you like this. You're beating yourself over something that you had little control of. I hate seeing you depressed and it makes me depressed. It's stupid, but I don't want to have a drinking partner that wants to be moody all the time."

"I'm fine, Telia. I would hate to see my drinking partner depressed, too." Savron said.

Telia grinned. "Good, now go to Typhous and tell him that you want to marry him."

"Heh, not happening." Savron said, getting off his chair and heading for the door.

"Seduce him first, I've heard everyone likes that!"

Savron snickered, "I'll think about it."

He closed the bar door behind him and saw Typhous waiting beside the orange stone wall. He said, "Sorry for keeping you waiting, buddy. It was a long talk."

"About what?"

Savron rolled his eyes, "It's Telia being Telia as usual. It's not that important."

"Oh, okay then. What do you want to do?"

"I just want to look at one more place. It's already getting dark."

Typhous nodded and said, "Okay, just one more."

Savron lead the way through the city. Many dragons backed away from him, and a few of them snarled as he got close. Typhous remained silent, but sent a glare at every dragon who threatened Savron. He straightened his back and he stood beside Savron, stepping in front of others who got near.

Savron frowned, continued his pace, and asked, "Um, are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?" Typhous asked.

Savron shook his head, "They're not going to pummel me, Ty."

Typhous stopped in his steps, but soon caught up. He paused when he heard his nickname uttered for the first time in months. He shook his head and frowned, "Still, nobody should treat you like this."

Savron sighed, saying, "I know that. I really can't blame them."

He saw Typhous opening his mouth and added, "Please, it's fine. We're almost there, anyways."

They made it to the temple. It stood as tall as ever. The orange tinted windows built in the walls. The solid orange bricked stones which held the whole structure together. They flew up the walls of the temple and stood on top of the building. Typhous found a grey mat on the floor, which had a blanket and a pillow on top of it. He found a few books on adventures and a telescope on the side of it.

He said, "Neat setup you have up here."

"It's the coolest setup. I used to come up here all the time when I need to be alone."

Typhous frowned, "Then, why bring me here? It seems like such a private place."

"Not that private. Anybody could find this place if they flew up, but nobody did, Probably because it seems so boring to fly so high. Besides, I trust you. After all, if I can't trust my hero, who can I trust?"

"I didn't really do much, Sav. Lyrith had the plan to come save you, Igneous was the one who helped when you needed it most, and everybody else stopped the voice in a way. All I did was get in everybody's way."

Typhous looked away from Savron, frowning. His body trembled when he thought of the time Savron yelled at him. He ran and hid away in the storage room. The snarling teeth of Savron made him grit his teeth. He ran, when he should've stayed. All the time Savron was hurting and what did he do? He left him until the very last moment.

Then Savron sighed, "Ty, do you actually think that?" Typhous nodded, his head still turned away. "My memory isn't that clear yet. It makes it very hard to think about what happened. I do remember one memory where you yelled at me."

"Yeah, I did do that." Typhous said. He frowned. Was that supposed to make him feel better?

"You still cared about me. I yelled and threatened you, but you wouldn't back down. Why?"

Typhous didn't speak for a few moments. He sighed, making a small smile, "You were my friend. I didn't want to stop trying to help, because, I knew, you would do the same for me."

Savron grinned, "You're a great friend, Ty. Someone I truly don't deserve. You can't be replaced by Lyrith, Tirren, Sleet, or even Igneous. So, yeah, thank you."

Typhous grinned, "You could have at least made a long speech for me."

Savron snorted, "Now, that will take a while."

The sun began to set. They turned their attention lowering sun. Typhous saw the grin on Savron's face and smiled. He leaned onto his shoulder. Savron's eyes widened when he saw Typhous's head on his shoulder but he grinned and held him closer. These few months wouldn't be so bad with Typhous here.

Author's notes: Not much to say here besides that I found this rather fun to do. If you think of them as friends, great. If you think of them as something more than that's fine with me. I just did this for fun.

Dardarax's Characters:

Typhous

Savron

My Characters:

The bartender

Telia