~Backstage~

Viper: As usual, I am here again to update you guys with another chapter. (I'm interrupted as the doors opens, and Demex walks in.)

Viper: Feeling better?

Demex: No thanks to you. (He scowls)

Viper: Hey, that was needed. Sorry. (Demex tries to hold his scowl but ends up sighing)

Viper: Would you do the disclaimers please. (Demex nods then clears his throat)

Demex: Viperwatcher owns nothing except his characters. Other canon characters are owned by their respective companies.

Viper: To people who don't like the story, just don't read it.

Chapter 4

Introductions

Cyril was at the guardian's sitting room, along with the other guardians, when it happened.

Crash

"!?" responded Cyril. He looked at Terrador and Volteer who had the same shocked expressions.

"What was that?" asked Terrador looking at Volteer who stared back at him.

"Let us see what happened." said Cyril. The other two dragons nodded and the guardians left the room.

The guardians rushed down the halls, their paws making loud clunks as they ran. As they passed, other dragons moved out of the way as they realized the Guardians were in a hurry. The trio eventually made it through the temple halls and arrived at the door that would lead them to the grounds. It swung open and the cold breeze greeted them as they trudged down the stone steps.

* * * * *

"Demex, are you okay?" asked Fira as she peered down the blue dragon. Techncially, Demex wasn't a blue dragon right now. The dust that he had created rested on him making him colored brown.

"*cough* *cough* I'm fine." said Demex as he stood up.

"I knew we forgot something…" said Cynder as she walked behind Fira.

"My thoughts exactly." replied Demex.

"What's going on here? What happened?" said the voice. Demex craned his neck and saw that three big dragons were approaching them. The voice came from the green one.

"Well, Demex here just crashed." stated Fira to the guardians.

"Demex? Who's Demex?" asked Cyril.

"I Am." said Demex showing himself to the guardians.

The three guardians all looked surprised at the appearance of the dragon before them. They all eyed him curiously.

"Hello." said Volteer curiously.

"Hi." replied Demex shyly to them. He was never used to adults eyeing him. He busied himself as he rubbed the dust off his scales.

"Where did you find him?" asked Terrador to Fira.

"We found him in the forest. Poor guy…" and Fira and the rest of the guardians walked a few feet away as Fira briefly summarized to the guardians Demex's story to them.

"I see." said Cyril as he looked at Demex. Fira had just finished telling them Demex's story and the rest of the guardians seem to understand his story.

Cynder sighed as she approached Demex, whom was still not finished rubbing the dust of his scales.

"Let me help you." she said to him. Demex looked at her, curios at what she was going to do. With a deep breath, Cynder summoned her wind breath, and blew it all out to Demex. Demex felt the wind rush over him like a strong fan. When the gale-like winds were over, Demex was now shining brightly again, as the dust was off his scales.

"Thank you." he replied to Cynder.

"No problem." said Cynder as she smiled to him. The two turned around as someone cleared his throat. It was Terrador.

"Hello, young dragon, I am Terrador, Master of Earth." he said to him.

"I am, Volteer, Master of Electricity." said a Volteer as he came from behind him.

"And I am Cyril, Master of Ice. Nice to meet you Demex." said Cyril.

Demex felt a little bit nervous as he looked at the three 'Masters'. They seemed like important dragons. He wasn't good around important people, scratch that, make it dragons. It made him feel nervous. Mentally shaking his head, he replied to them, since first impressions are always important.

"Nice to meet you too." he nodded to them.

"We've heard your story and understand It." said Terrador.

"Demex, you are free to stay here, as long as you wish." said Cyril.

"Really?" asked Demex excitedly.

Even though he wasn't really one of them, being with them made Demex felt safe. At least he was, you can say, with his kind. Although Demex was scared at first, he was getting used to the presence of dragons with him. He finally felt he…belonged. He no longer felt scared of what happened to him. Instead…he managed to adapt.

"But of course, when you do stay here, you are to follow rules, understand?" asked Volteer. Demex nodded.

"Good then. Glad to have another dragon part of the Temple, Fira if you would be so kind to show him to his quarters." said Cyril.

"I will, c'mon Demex." said Fira beckoning him to follow her. The three guardians smiled as they got another young dragon in their care.

"Where is Spyro?" she asked.

"I think he is…at his room, resting." said Terrador.

"Why, what did he do?" asked Cynder.

"He just got back from training." replied Terrador.

"Oh." said Cynder.

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"How many of us are here?" asked Demex as he looked around. The halls of the Temple looked empty.

"There are actually seven dragons that currently resides here." she explained.

"Seven, who are they?" asked Demex.

"You, of course, me, there's Cynder, Spyro, and the guardians. Other than the guardians, the four of us are on the same age group." Demex nodded.

"How did you end up here?" asked Demex to Fira.

The two were walking down the halls of the Temple. Fira was leading Demex to his room. As Fira explained things to Demex, he was also preoccupied with looking around, taking in the things around him.

"It's because, ever since the war with the Dark Master ended, the Dragon Temple had become a center of hope for any surviving dragons, which had since migrated to the temple to learn from the Guardians. I am, you can say, a surviving dragoness." answered Fira.

"Why, what happened? And who's the Dark Master?" asked Demex. Fira looked at him curiously.

"You don't know who the Dark Master is?" she asked him. Demex shrugged.

"Should I know him?" asked Demex. Fira nodded.

"Everyone knew him. He was the one that was intent on destroying the world, but luckily, Spyro and Cynder managed to stop him from doing so. By destroying towns and villages, he also destroyed mine. I was the only survivor; he killed everyone, my friends and…parents." said Fira darkly.

"My condolences." said Demex. Fira smiled..

"Thank you. But I try to forget about my…dark past. It doesn't help when you're surrounded by happy people and you think such thoughts." said Fira.

"Got that right." said Demex. Fira nodded.

"Hey Fira, you said learn, do the Guardians teach?" asked Demex.

"Yes, they do teach." said Fira.

"What do they teach?"

"Well, they teach us how to master our elements."

"Oh, who's your mentor then?"

"Spyro." she answered.

"What? He's the same age as us right? How did he become a teacher?"

"He's the purple dragon; he knows and mastered the four elements." said Fira in a matter of fact tone.

"Oh…." said Demex.

"Oh, were here." said Fira.

Demex looked in front him and saw a big wooden door. He was so caught up with conversing with Fira that he had lost track of time and how fast they were walking.

"This would be your room from now on. We're actually just neighbors." said Fira pointing to her door, right next to Demex.

"The bathroom's just down the hall, and the path to the main corridors, just the follow the other hall, the one where we just used." said Fira. Demex nodded.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." said Fira and she walked into her room. Demex then walked up front and opened his door. It opened with a slight creek and he stepped inside.

His room was big. There was a bed, made of straw, in front of him and there was a window that was covered with curtains. The walls were bare but felt homey. The afternoon glow from the sun, spilled into his room. He turned his head to his right and saw that there was a bookshelf. He saw that it contained volumes of books with different titles. Avalar, a history; Second Life; Wish upon a Star; The Walls of Warfang, to name a few titles.

"Quaint, quite quaint." he said to himself as he closed the door.

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Cynder walked down the halls of the Temple as she made her way towards Spyro's room. She wanted to check up on him for various reasons. One, she just wanted to see him. Two, she was worried about him because of his episodes. Lately, Spyro had been having seizures of sorts. His mind was currently unstable. The beginning of an episode is a sudden mood swing. He would just simply start muttering to himself, mostly about topics like 'what if he couldn't save all of his loved ones?' If left alone for awhile he would turn to…Cynder cringed at the thought. Dark Spyro…no other name could be called for it.

If he was in the Dark Spyro state, his body would turn dark, dark as darkness itself. His eyes would shift from amethyst, to pure orbs of white. He'll lose all sense of control and go into a rampage, throwing things around and using his powers to cause chaos. For an unknown reason, it was only Cynder who managed to make Spyro calm down and go back to his original state, without hurting him, in any way, whatsoever.

She stopped as she arrived at Spyro's wooden door. She slowly pushed the door aside, trying to avoid making a sound. The door slowly swung open and she looked around. She could hear a faint snoring sound, coming from one side of the room. She turned her head and saw, at the bunk, was a purple heap.

She sighed as she let herself in without permission. Spyro didn't get angry at her if she was in his room, but it did lead to intriguing questions from him. So far Cynder managed to dodge them. She closed the door with a flick of her tail.

She lied down the floor, a few feet away from Spyro. She mentally sighed to herself as she looked at the sleeping purple dragon. She couldn't believe the fact, that she had confessed her feelings for him, back at Malefor's Lair, yet he was unaware of it. Cynder was trying all her best to show signs to Spyro but he just couldn't see it.

She shook her head at her thoughts. As each day passed by, she felt like she wanted to confess her feelings, again, to him. But…It would seem that when the opportunity popped up, her throat would just dry up.

She was snapped out of her musings as she saw Spyro stir before her. He tossed to one side and ended up with Spyro muzzle right in front of her muzzle. She could feel his breath as Spyro breathed in and out as he continued to sleep onwards.

As Cynder looked at Spyro's face, she herself felt sleepy. She looked outside the window and calculated that time was around the afternoon.

"A little nap couldn't hurt." she whispered to herself.

She laid down her head on the floor and closed her eyes. Soon, she herself was snoring faintly as she was taken by the drowsiness within her, the one she loved the most, doing the same as well.

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