~Backstage~

Maz: And so we continue this epic, with the next chapter!

Drane: Dude, you need more stuff to say in the backstage. Otherwise, what's the point in having it?

Maz: *thinks real hard* I don't really know...

Drane: Exactly!

Maz: As this may possibly be the last chapter with a backstage, I'll let everyone say something at the end.

Chapter Eight: Revealing

"I swear, one day, I'll grind that insufferable little morsel beneath my taloned heel." Growled Volteer, not sounding very guardian-like.

"Calm yourself brother. He was only playing." Rumbled Terrador. His green length slid against the marble floor as he moved for the door.

"Where are you going?" Asked Cyril, lifting his head.

The large green dragon paused, "To get some fresh air. This cramped room is starting to make me claustrophobic."

The other two guardians lay back into their meditating poses, while Terrador meandered outside. It seemed like ever since the war ended, his life had just been one boring and meaningless day after another. Being as old as he was, the guardian's bones ached with every step. He refused to go back inside though, knowing that he'd only be worse off. Instead, Terrador lay on a nearby edge and looked out into the fading sun. It was just starting to be night, and already the crickets and frogs made their night time sounds. The dragon sighed, his massive chest raising and lowering, "Ah what a wonderful sunset."

"I know right?"

Terrador's neck snapped to the direction of the voice, "Who's there!"

"Relax, it's only me." Cyril stepped out of the shadows, a smile on his face.

"Oh. Come, sit with me." Offered the old male. He shuffled a bit and motioned with his wing for Cyril to come over. The blue dragon lay beside his old friend and hummed a tune Terrador hadn't heard since childhood, "What brought that particular song to mind?" Teased the old green.

"The sunset... You and me... Mother." Cyril kept humming, his eyes and scales reflecting light everywhere.

"You know, that's always been what made me jealous of you."

"What?" Cyril stopped.

"How you shine like a star, while I stay dull and boring." They looked each other in the eye for what seemed like a lifetime. Then the sound of footsteps made them look away.

"What are you two doing out here?" Inquired Volteer, smirking as he spoke, "Reminiscing?"

"Something like that."


Spyro woke with a serious ache in his rear section. It almost felt like something had crushed the whole lower half of his body! He scanned himself with his eyes; nothing. Cynder lay beside him, purring like a contented cat, "Cynder, psst, Cynder wake up."

Her eye lids flickered open, and she yawned in his face, "What?"

"I cant move the lower half of my body."

She grinned, "Good."

A look of surprise appeared on Spyro's face, "Huh! W-why is that good!"

Cynder stretched from head to tail as she got up, "Last night, just after you came? I injected you with a non-lethal dose of poison. I'm actually amazed you didn't feel my teeth digging into your neck!"

The expression on the purple dragon's face turned quickly from surprised, to horrified, "You did what!"

"Do you have hearing problems?" Cynder giggled. She circled him slowly, tail blade cutting the floor ever so gently, "I'm so sorry Spyro. You were pretty good, I have to admit, but not as good as Flame."

"Cynder, I have no idea what you're talking about." He was confused now, more than scared. But that would change.

The black dragoness brought the freshly sharpened knife, that had been fashioned to her sawed off tail oh so long ago, to her lips. She paused, as if in deep thought, then took it away and explained, "After Flame, I felt this strange urge to mate again. He was just so good, you see. I couldn't do him again, since that would just be the same experience! I needed something more. So, I started seducing the rest of the males that shared the temple with us. I only got to the seventh one before people started noticing them missing."

Spyro decided to interrupt her there, "Missing?"

Cynder didn't seem to pleased that he had rudely interjected while she was speaking, but sighed and answered his question anyway, "I killed them."

Spyro's jaw dropped. His Cynder... Committing murder! He wanted to know why, "Why!"

This seemed to be humorous for her, because she burst out into a somewhat creepy giggle fit, "Well, the first one I ever screwed, tried to kill me afterwards. I, obviously, won out against him, and slew him. For some strange reason, ripping the esophagus out of his throat, turned me on! Can you imagine that, discovering that you're a Sadist by killing the dragon you just made love to?" Another fit of giggles. They were starting to unnerve Spyro.

"Don't tell me, you're going to slash my neck open too?" His tone was slightly sarcastic, touched with a hint of denial.

"Nope," She slowly walked towards him, hips swaying and eyes flirting, "For you, I've saved a special treat." The sadistic shiny black female lifted her tail-blade once again, this time, brandishing it like a weapon, "I haven't used him on any of the other males."

"Cynder, don't do this. I beg of you!" The purple hero started to panic! His back legs still couldn't move, and he wasn't about to roast, freeze, zap, or hurl boulders at his lover!

"You can beg all you want, I'm still going to kill you." Just as she lifted her tail into the air for the finishing blow, some one tackled her! "Agh! Let go, you infernal feline!"

It was Hunter! Hunter saved Spyro! The dragon lying on the ground practically died of a heart-attack. If his friend had been only two seconds later, he would be dead right now, "I can't thank you enough Hunter!" He called at the mass of wrestling black scales and orange fur.

From somewhere inside, the cat called back, "Anytime!"


Flame was out getting a drink of water from the fountain in the hall, when Ember awoke. She looked around, worried that Flame had left her all alone. But smiled when he entered the room, drips of water falling from his chin, "Have nice dreams?" He asked, lying down beside her.

"The best," She kissed him, "Because they were about you."

Flame blushed, "We should get something to eat downstairs before it's all gone."

Tradition in the temple, was first-come first-served. The first dragon to come to breakfast, got anything he wanted off the table. The unlucky slow ones, well, they got scraps mostly. Basically, anything the first guys didn't eat.

"Yeah." Agreed the pink female.

It was purely amazing how all this time Flame had no clue as to what damage he had caused with that one night with Cynder. He imagines it asher rejecting his advance, but was that what really happened? Or was it something Flame made up in denial? As the couple entered the dinning hall, all eyes turned and looked at them. Some envious, some taunting, and some disapproving. Flame and Ember ignored them all and just sat down at the nearest dead animal, to eat in peace.

"Flame?"

"Yes Ember?" He took a giant bite out of a steak he was holding, then turned to look her in the eye.

"Did you and Cynder ever... You know... Mate?"

Flame looked disgusted, "No way! Of course not! You're the only one this male dragon has ever entered." He grinned and nosed her. She copycatted the movement.

A yellow dragon stood in front of them, "Ahem." They looked up, he was their age, "Have either of you guys seen Terrus around?" They shook their heads. Terrus was a well know earth dragon, that had many friends around the temple. He was, you could say, one of the popular dragons. Right now, he was missing.

"I remember to tell him you're looking for him if I do Joltz." Flame nodded at Joltz as the yellow dragon turned and walked away sadly.

Joltz's actual name is Jolteer, but he didn't like getting picked on for having such a similar name to the guardian.

"That's strange. Why would Terrus be missing?" Wondered Ember out loud.

Flame decided to change the subject, and the mood, "So, now it's my turn to ask you a question." She smiled and nodded happily, "Was I your first?"

Ember wanted to toy with him, so she made herself look like she was in deep thought. This made Flame worry. She then looked him right in the eyes and said, "I'm sorry Flame... But the answer is... Yes!" She jumped up and ran away, Flame right after her.

"Hey! That wasn't nice! You made me scared for a few seconds there!" Shouted Flame, chasing her through the gardens that she so wanted to visit. She disappeared into a bush, and Flame dived after her. Once through the leaves, he stood in a small secluded space surrounded by bushes. Ember was nowhere in sight. Then she tackled him from behind! They rolled for a couple rotations, then stopped with her on top, panting.

"Gottcha." She whispered, placing her lips on his for a brief second.

"Not fair, I was distracted." Flame retorted, kissing her back.

"Oh shut up." She slammed her mouth against his, tongues dancing with each other.


Volteer, Cyril, and Terrador all sat on the balcony over-looking the rest of Warfang, "Beautiful." Commented Volteer, rapping his tail against the marble happily. Terrador and Cyril were too busy in their thoughts to hear him. The sun was high in the sky now, showing that they had been there all night. Warfang lit up like a city of jewels! Half of the thanks had to go to the millions of dragons flying around and their reflective scales. The other half, goes to the moles and their determination during the creation of this magnificent city.

Cyril turned to Volteer, only a few minutes after he had spoken, and asked, "Could you give me and Terrador some alone time?"

Volteer looked slightly surprised, but also understanding, "Yes, yes of course." The old yellow dragon exited the room respectfully, and Cyril sighed.

"Why did you have to go and do that." Grunted Terrador, "Now Volteer's going to be all suspicious."

"I had to get you alone, so we could discuss... You know."

"Not this again. Look, Cyril, it was a one time thing."

The blue dragon looked heart-broken, "But-"

"If I had known that you'd react like this, I never would've done it in the first place." Both dragons became silent, and just stared off into the distance.

Then Cyril said something that made Terrador shudder. I'm not sure if it was out of fear, anxiety, or maybe anger, "So when you said that you loved me, it was a lie?"

End Chapter Eight: Revealing

Maz: Dun dun dun dun... Betcha never saw that coming!

Drane: That... was weird. *bugeyed*

Latvia: I thought it was kinda cute. *sigh*

Shard: What about that evil scene with Cynder eh? It was awesome!

Shamrock: Poor Cynder... Poor, poor Cynder.

Schonheit: *epic last liner alert* Meh.