Chapter 8

Selverous looked around the small room. It was empty of anything except a few scattered bandages and red healing gems. In front of him was a chalky black brown dragoness that he saw on the streets, and he saw a brown greenish dragon in the background. "Stand aside," Selverous stated.

Cynder grew a battle face. "No." She said firmly. Selverous was surprised that she said that, especially to him. Never had he been addressed like that. She set the supplies in her talons on the table and took a step towards Selverous. "You have the audacity to barge in here, and demand something from us." She said.

"I am a Guardian!" Selverous shouted.

"And this is a hero who desires privacy!" Cynder defended.

"Selverous? What's going on?" Volteer asked as he flew in.

"I'm just trying to greet this dragon, and they're acting suspicious!"

"By breaking and entering!" Cynder shouted.

"What-" Volteer was stopped.

"They disappear, just like that, after saving some dragons and moles from a fire. Where's the natural desire to be recognized!?"

"Well, it looks as if one of them is injured," Volteer stated, pointing to Spyro over on the bed. He started walking over there, thinking he saw a familiar face, but Cynder took a step in front of him. Another familiar face, yet different.

"Leave." She said.

"Guards! Arrest her!" Selverous shouted.

"No, Selverous! You fool!" Volteer stated. "You have no right!"

"He clearly needs some attention, and she needs to bring him to a medical center!" Selverous stated.

Volteer looked at the figure on the bed. He was getting up. Cynder looked back and hurried over. "Don't. You're hurt-"

Spyro put up his talon. "I must. Mmmf." He said, clenching his side. There was a large bruise on his side, but his scale color was still unrecognizable from the discoloring of the wound. It was purple, but luckily they wrote it off as a darker purple of a bruise, and not his actual scale color. He turned to the entrance. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Spyro asked.

"You-" Selverous started to say.

"Selverous, I think I should handle this," Volteer stated. Selverous backed down, grudgingly. "Young dragon, I heard you are acting, well, weird. Care to explain this behavior of yours?"

Spyro took a deep breath, and a face of pain was flashed across his face. It disappeared as soon as it came. "Why should I answer any questions to someone who decided to barge in here? I'd say that's 'weird' for a Guardian to behave." Spyro said. "Please show your way out."

"You look hurt. You need help-" Volteer started to say.

"I said LEAVE!" Spyro shouted, and the whole room shook to the anger in his voice. Volteer looked Spyro in the eyes. He noticed something familiar in them as well, but he couldn't figure it out, yet he knew that the blackish purple in his eyes wasn't the natural color that they were born as.

"Let's go," Volteer said.

"But-" Selverous started to say.

"I said let's go! He's right. We're not acting properly, so how are we to judge his actions when our own are out of line!?" They all backed out of the small room, and Spyro laid back down on the bed.

"Are you alright?" Cynder asked, going back to his side. Spyro smiled.

"Yeah, just, please grab those gems." he smiled.

"Oh! Yes, of course!" Cynder said.

"Cutie Pie! Are you alright!? Hello!?" Ember said at the door. Spyro used his earth ability and pulled up a wall, a thick earth wall that concealed their room from sight.

"Sorry, Ember! I'll have to meet your family another day!" Spyro said as the wall finished itself and concealed the whole room. Ember pouted as she left with her family. Spyro turned to Cynder. "Better?"

"Oh lots!" she said with a grin.

Spyro released the grip he had on his side and growled as Cynder put on some of the herbs. His side was badly bruised, and it was due to the crumbling house. Spyro was forced to use his ice breath, but that only happened after he had the two dragons with him, trying to leave the burning building, as a foundational pole fell and hit his side. The two dragons he was helping came back to try and help him, but Spyro broke the floor beneath them, and they fell. He used his ice to build a huge container that held them in safety. The dragons and moles were coughing up a storm and failed to realize Spyro's ice cavern. As the house collapsed, they emerged alive.

Cynder handed Spyro the red gems, to which started healing his side instantly. "Spyro, what were you thinking?" Cynder asked.

"I was trying to help." He said.

"I'm talking about going into a house on fire and trying to hide your identity all at the same time."

"Oh, that," Spyro said.

"Spyro, why don't we just, I don't know, tell them who we really are," Cynder asked, looking at his side in sadness.

"And throw away all the time I get to spend with you? No thanks. I'd rather spend an eternity in a cave with you than talk to, Severbones or whatever his name was again." Spyro said, chuckling. Cynder smiled.

"I don't know. Having a cat around is a lot of work." Cynder teased. Spyro smiled and shook his head.

"Well, if a cat is what you want, then I can be a cat. 'Meow meow'." He said, making them both laugh.

"Spyro! I'm being serious!" Cynder said, taking his talons in hers. "Why not. You won't be harmed, and, well, you'd be honored."

"*Sigh*... If we show the world I'm alive, that makes this place a target. The population is bound to increase again, just to see me and you. Crowds upon crowds of moles and dragons and wyverns just don't seem to be a very nice way to live. They would come from around the world, not even to meet me or you, but to see me. Just to get a glimpse of purple. Just to see if the "Terror of the Skies" is really gone in you. You and I would be worshiped, and I don't want that. We're not God. We will die, and we won't be perfect."

"I-" Cynder was cut off.

"If you want to show the world we're here, in Warfang, I will gladly stand by your side and be there."

"Always putting my interests above yours. Quintessence was right. Quite a bond we share."

"Yeah." the two smiled at each other for a little.

"*Yawn* I should, I should probably get some rest," Spyro said, getting up and heading for the downstairs trapdoor. Spyro closed his eyes as soon as he reached his rocky bed.

"Yeah." Cynder enjoyed these times, yet she wondered what he meant about losing these moments if they were to reveal themselves. "Spyro?" Cynder peeked her head down the trapdoor a little.

Spyro opened his eyes a little. "Yes?"

"Why would we lose our time together?"

"If we were to reveal ourselves?" Spyro finished her question.

"Yeah," Cynder stated. Spyro took a deep breath.

"Well, I'd have to marry, her majesty Apropia," Spyro said sarcastically, "and since we're important figures, that'll mean-"

"Responsibilities."

"Yeah. Some that only adult dragons should handle. After all, we're still kids."

"Huh. You're right. Well, goodnight Spyro." She retreated back to her bed. She looked around the ruptured room and saw his bag. She walked over and looked inside of it. She was about to reach it, but she realized that Spyro had his right to privacy, and she left it alone. She went back down to the "basement" floor and watched Spyro sleep.

"I can't believe you would do something like that Selverous," Terrador said.

"We need to keep a closer eye on them," Selverous said to himself.

Terrador didn't hear the exact wording but caught enough of it. "Excuse me!? Selverous, I've had it! You are not acting fit to be a Guardianite!" Terrador was in a rage.

"What? I said we need to repay them. Maybe a room closer to the center or Warfang. Plus, that room looked pretty cramped." Selverous said in an attempt to redeem his previous words.

"I doubt that's what you even said, but yes, we do need to repay them," Terrador said. They waited in the town hall for the others to arrive, and all the Guardians discussed this issue.

"Selverous did what!?" Cyril demanded.

"You need to enforce ground rules, Cyril," Terrador said.

"Oh, more than ground rules are being established!" Cyril shouted.

"I get it, but he meant well," Terrador stated.

"Well, splendid, terrific, what did he do? Accomplish? Complete?-" Volteer said, coming in late, but was interrupted

"He forced himself into another residence. That residence happened to be in the WYR room section." Cyril shouted.

"The Waiting for Your Residence Rooms? The…" Volteer said.

"Yes, Volteer! Those!" Cyril said.

"I know. I was there." Volteer said, snickering a little. "Come on, an old dragon needs a little fun in his life." Terrador rolled his eyes.

"Oh, Selverous is going to apologize!" Cyril shouted.

"Yes, by delivering this." Terrador showed a bag and tossed it on the table. Volteer reached for the bag and pulled out a key to a residence, and a letter.

" *Reading to himself * Terrador, this is a mighty big room. And so close to the town hall. And these dragons, we have no information on them besides that one saved a few from fire and where they live. And not to mention the size of this room! Especially for one dragon. Very young dragon at that too! Say where are his parents? His Guardians?" Cyril said.

"Two dragons. One dragoness as well. But I agree with Cyril. This is a mighty big room for a couple of children."

"Yes, children who saved some from a fire. Besides, now we can keep a closer eye on them." Selverous said as walked in.

"Boy, I'll have a word with you later!" Cyril said.

"Yes, sir. May I speak?"

"Fine," Cyril said.

"This guy is an earth Dragon, or so our sources say. But…" Selverous was interrupted.

"I don't care! That does not give an excuse for your actions!" Cyril shouted.

"Just hear me out!" Selverous shouted back. "I know I did wrong, but there was an ice room in the collapsed building, and no other ice dragon lived around the area."

"You're the point?" Terrador asked.

"My point is that I think this dragon knows more than just the earth element."

"Well, our sources could be wrong. Did the victims of the fire tell you he was an ice dragon?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Then I highly doubt he knows more than one element. Besides, it's so rare for a dragon to have two elements, especially if they've mastered them at their age.