A bit of a shorter chapter (shortest so far), but things go kind of crazy in this chapter.

I want to respond to a guest by the name of 'Derick Lindsey' and apologise to say that I may have accidentally forgotten Sparx completely in this story, in all of the forty-four chapters I've already written for this story. I might try and incorporate the little dragonfly in there somewhere, as there's still room for him, but not as much as there could have been. Even still, if I do decide to add Sparx into the story, it won't be for a long time. And don't worry, Spyro will get into trouble for his judgement on Aaron, but there's still a lot of story to go, and that won't come for a while. Although, Spyro's just come out of a harsh talking-to with Terrador that was mentioned in the last chapter, so he's in a little smidge of trouble. Not as much as he will be, though. (trying so hard not to spoil anything)

Anyway, here's the next chapter!


"Thank you, Spyro for cooperating. I hope you do not do that again or there will be consequences." Terrador said sternly, stopping and opening the door of the Warfang Temple for said purple dragon.

"Alright, alright! I got that the third time you said it, Terrador!" Spyro groaned, rolling his eyes and walking out of the Warfang Temple.

"You know I don't approve of sarcasm, Spyro!" Terrador growled, his face going a bright red colour.

Spyro came to a halt and turned around, his face filled with a mixed expression of frustration and awkwardness. He shrugged, a crude expression on his face. "Fine, I'm sorry!" Spyro muttered bitterly, looking down at his paws.

"I beg your pardon!" Terrador shouted, highly offended by the bitterness Spyro had directed at the him.

"Oh, didn't you hear me because you've got dirt in your ears?" Spyro asked mockingly before raising his voice into a shout. "I said, 'I'm sorry!'"

"Say it like you mean it!" Terrador thundered. "And look me in the eye!"

Spyro turned his gaze up at Terrador in an angry glare, his violet eyes burning with rage. "Sorry, Terrador." Spyro apologised, somehow making it sound legitimate through his anger and frustration.

"Thank you." Terrador said. "Now get out. I need some time to calm down."

"Yeah, you sure need it, Mr Grumpy." Spyro muttered as he turned around and walked away from the Warfang Temple.

"Spyro!" Terrador shouted through gritted fangs.

"Sorry!" Spyro said, before muttering quietly to himself, "Not…"

Terrador growled with frustration and slammed the door shut, the sound of the slam reverberating in the marble foyer of the Warfang Temple to be greeted by worried faces of the other guardians who hadn't dared interfered with Terrador and Spyro's conversation, especially when Terrador was as angry as he was. "Whoa, Terrador, are you alright? You're hardly ever this mad." Cyril said, eyes widened.

"Spyro was just really getting on my nerves! I've never seen this much sarcasm come from him!" Terrador exclaimed.

"If Ignitus was here, I'm confident that he'd be taking all the antagonism and shouting differently than we are. I contemplate that Spyro would be capable of managing it excessively and unquestionably better if our fiery colleague was here." Volteer stated, babbling on with large words as he always did. "After all, Spyro bonded furthermost with Ignitus, and particularly a lot sturdier than he did us."

"Shut up, dictionary breath." Terrador groaned.

"While I hate to agree with ol' motor mouth here, Volteer's right. I think Spyro would fare a lot better if Ignitus was here." Cyril added.

"But we all know why that can't happen." Terrador said solemnly, his expression changing to one of anger to one of sorrow as he looked over at the statue of Ignitus, walking towards it.

"Oh, Terrador. He's departed. We've just got to learn to accept it and admit that there was unquestionably nothing we could do to save him. Ignitus perished upon his own judgement and decision." Volteer said calmly.

"But it's been two years, Volteer. I miss him. When Spyro broke it to us that Ignitus was… was gone. I felt like I'd lost a brother." Terrador explained, his gravelly voice going weak.

"Oh, come on, Terrador!" Cyril said impatiently. "No need for the tears! You've still got us, and we have a job to do, especially with the elders beginning to come back and an ape on the loose!"

"Now just shut it!" Terrador yelled. "Just because you still have a brother doesn't mean that we have to be emotionless about Ignitus' death like you are, you icy soul!"

"Emotionless?! What in the ancestors' names are you talking about, Terrador?!" Cyril snapped.

"You have a perfectly good understanding of what Terrador means, Cyril! When Spyro stated the update, you scarcely responded!" Volteer shouted. "I have no acknowledgement or understanding of why, the one thing I am able to comprehend is that you didn't seem impacted by the newsflash one bit!"

"Calm down, motor mouth!" Cyril roused.

"JUST SHUT IT, CYRIL!" Terrador roared, causing Cyril to snap his jaws shut as his teeth clopped together.

Terrador looked at the shocked faces of Volteer and Cyril with rage burning in his eyes as he breathed heavily. He calmed down a little bit as to not let his next few sentences come in large outbursts of raging shouts, but Terrador wanted very badly to throw an Earth Missile at Cyril's face.

"If you don't remember, Ignitus was our leader! Even more than that, our brother! Not our blood brother of course, but he was like one all the same! Volteer and I never knew what it felt like to have siblings; we were the only children in our respective families! Losing Ignitus was hard for both of us, but I think I had more of a bond with Ignitus as I spent the most time with him! You two just stood around bickering uselessly instead of trying to put differences aside and spending time with 'family'!" Terrador growled. "I don't know what's going on but everyone is changing! Cynder seems distant, Volteer is sometimes at a loss for words, Spyro is mocking and acting nastily, I am completely losing the plot and Cyril is being a complete dork!"

"HEY, YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" Cyril roared. "I'M STILL TRYING TO GET OVER WHAT CYNDER SAID ABOUT MY BROTHER!"

"Do you see what I mean, Volteer?! He's way more agitated than he used to be, and is almost always bitter! To everyone! It used to only be towards you, Volteer, but now he's even getting angry at me! Cynder I get, especially given the circumstances of what happened, but me?!" Terrador exclaimed.

Volteer opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off as Cyril let out another shout as he continued to argue with Terrador. "YOU CALLED ME A DORK, YOU RUBBLEBRAIN!" Cyril shouted.

"I'LL SHOW YOU RUBBLE!" Terrador roared, and before anyone could react, the marble halls were filled with dust as the bass of the loud explosion reverberated through the Warfang Temple's foyer.

When the dust settled, Volteer gasped to see Cyril on the ground unconscious, blood drizzling slowly from his head as small fragments of an earth missile lay all over his body. His face was bruised and his body had gone dull as a layer of dust settled on top of the large cyan dragon's bulk. Volteer looked to Terrador with a look of horror in his eyes. Terrador could sense the fear in Volteer's eyes, and his face fell. Terrador looked down at Cyril and gasped with terror as he realised what he had done. "I-I-I-I'm s-s-sorry, I-I-I d-didn't m-mean to do th-th-that. I-I-I-I d-d-don't know wh-what c-c-c-came over m-me." Terrador spluttered as he shook his head and stepped backwards from the unconscious body of the ice guardian that Terrador had just knocked to the ground.

Volteer looked like he didn't know what to say. For once, the electric guardian, who had been called many names to do with his overuse of large words and the fact that he babbles on most of the time, was speechless and unable to speak, completely stripped of his voice as he had no idea how to comprehend the sheer unexpectedness of what had just happened. Volteer opened his mouth many times, but closed it every time as his words wouldn't come out of his mouth. Normally, it would have been a good thing to know that Volteer had the words ripped right out of his voice box, but now it was excruciating and painful, and it was too much for Terrador to handle.

Terrador looked at Cyril one last time before spluttering in fear and running off down one of the corridors to where his own room was. Volteer looked at the bloodied, bruised and dusty form of Cyril that lay unconscious on the ground, and almost felt the need to apologise. Volteer realised now how stupid the fighting looked. Even though Terrador and Cyril's argument was a lot more intense and serious than the arguments between himself and Cyril, it looked pretty embarrassing, particularly for dragons of their age and authority. Volteer didn't like Cyril any more than Cyril liked him, which wasn't very much, yet they did put up with each other when the situations called for it, but they fought almost all the time. Volteer realised it needed to stop. While he couldn't change Cyril's perspective of things, he could most certainly change his, and he decided that he would try his best not to get in arguments with the ice guardian.

But still, Cyril needed help, and fast. Volteer didn't know how much damage the earth missile had done. Damage was evident on the bloody cuts on Cyril's face, but the earth missile had walloped Cyril right in the head. Volteer didn't know how much harm that would have caused. While he knew that a couple of red gems could help Cyril come back to full health, he needed to make sure it wasn't too serious, so he burst out of the doors of the Warfang Temple into the sunset as he raced to find some of the mole healers.