Cynder slowly opened her eyes, a groggy groan rumbling from her throat. She sat up, looking around to gain her bearings as she studied her surroundings. She was in the same cave she'd been living in for the past few days while she was recovering: Muras' cave. As soon as his name entered her mind she registered his form standing a few metres away from her, slinging a small leather satchel around his shoulder. Inside it was some of his personal possessions - a small piece of parchment that looked like it had a painting on it, as well as two books - and a few extra ancestral gems.
A large frown was painted over his lips and his violet eyes were glazed and distant as they stared into the vast nothingness of his own mind. Muras' scales remained their natural purple colour, and he lowered his head, looking down at his violet paws. With a saddened sigh, he turned his head to look away from his paws. An expression of absolute shame and embarrassment painted his facial features, and he closed his eyes tightly, trying to hold back a tear. He'd been acting like this for the past three days since he'd revealed his true identity and his entire backstory to Cynder.
As much as she didn't want to admit it, she'd actually apologised to him yesterday for making him relive his hellish life. That had been incredibly hard to do, especially with her mind screaming at her to instead maim and torture him, just as it was as hard to believe she had apologised to Muras, the dragon that had stolen her childhood. She cursed herself for doing it, and blamed herself for being soft. While she never used to mind being soft, she had all but thrown softness out in this time of war, so whenever it showed up she always cursed it.
Although Muras was very grateful for her apology, he still remained very downcast, sombre, and overly cautious around Cynder, knowing that she could snap at any moment and very well had the right to hurt him.
Muras looked over towards Cynder, flinching as he suddenly realised she was now awake and staring at him, as if she'd been watching his misery. He wondered if she enjoyed watching him miserable. He cleared his throat, taking in a shaky breath. "You've healed, Cynder. Fully. You can go back to Warfang now," Muras murmured.
"What about you? Why are you wearing a satchel?" Cynder questioned, raising an eye.
"Because I'm coming with you," Muras deadpanned, looking at her accusingly. "Don't pretend you don't remember what you said to me. You don't trust me on my own now that you know who I am. Even now I still see you're cautious around me, and I sense the distrust just ebbing from you. So, I'm following the orders you gave me, staying true to my promise of trying my best to be trustworthy, and returning to Warfang, my birthplace. The city I never thought I'd return to."
Cynder blinked. She didn't realise he was going to be so willing to follow her back to Warfang, until she realised she would have forced him along anyway, even if she had to knock him out to get him there. She would have also been pretty violent about it as well, now that she thought about it.
She also wasn't expecting him to bring some of his possessions with him too, but then again, this cave was his home. He was never going to come back here again, and he knew that. Cynder would never let him leave her watch when they returned to Warfang, and she'd likely also get him to help fight in the war, knowing how much of an asset he would be against Spyro, being a purple dragon.
Muras sighed, before speaking again. "I said I would do whatever it takes to get you to trust me again; I want to make up for what I did to you all those years ago. I know it was all wrong and I honestly feel terrible about how you were treated as a child. When Aloelle returned me to the world, I promised myself that I would right my wrongs and make up for everything I did, and I believe this is the way to do it."
The purple dragon looked at her with sad eyes that were beginning to fill with moisture. He inhaled shakily, wiping his eyes, before his scales rippled, slowly returning to the fiery-red colour they had been when she first met him. "But I'm not going purple where others can see me," he insisted with a sad huff.
Cynder stood to her paws slowly, before stretching out her wings and limbs with a long groan. "You don't have to. I don't want you to have to repeat that, and I doubt the Warfangian citizens will take the revelation of your true identity like I did. I'm the only one that really needs to know. I won't repeat any of this unless you want to,," Cynder replied.
She walked towards Muras with an expression of kindness on her face, before she faltered. Why was she being so kind to him? He used to be Malefor, for the ancestors' sakes! She cursed her softness once again, swallowing her doubt, before she added with a low, threatening scowl, "But just know that should the need come up, I can always use this information against you. Think of me as your jailor. I have you by the throat in chains. And I will choke you if I need to."
A tiny smile had tugged at Muras' lips at her original kindness, but now it had faded into a look of utter despair, his eyes averting from the elegant wind dragoness that he had corrupted all those years ago, not saying a word to her. He looked behind him at his makeshift home and chuckled humourlessly, before turning and walking out of the dark cave. Cynder followed him, and as they reached the mouth of the cave, Muras stopped as he looked out at the rainforest in front of him, taking in the beautiful sight. Vibrant green foliage scattered the forest, with bright rays of sun falling through the leaves of the trees that stood high above them, and bright coloured birds chirping and fluttering about the rainforest. Water dripped off the plants around them. An expression of loss appeared on Muras' face as he realised he was never going to see this beautiful green landscape ever again.
Cynder walked up, stopping next to him as she looked at him without expression, trying to figure out which emotion to feel and to display. Concern or scorn? Compassion or hatred? Love or lust for his blood? The purple dragon beside her opened his mouth, forming no words as he stammered, trying to figure out what to say to Cynder's expressionless face. His lips twitched as his mouth hung open, wanting to shape themselves into words, but without success. He clamped his jaws shut again, pausing for a good couple of seconds before he found his words, opening his mouth to speak again.
"I'm, uh… I'm really going to miss this place, Cynder. It's been my home for the past five years, and I've loved it here. It's calm and peaceful, and its beauty astonishes me every time I see this place. I'll probably never end up seeing it again," Muras breathed, before hanging his head low and shedding a tear. He sniffled, swiftly raising a claw to wipe the tear off his face, before lifting his head and looking at Cynder with a faked confidence, puffing out his chest and the faintest hint of a fake smile pulling at his lips. "Alright, I'm ready to go."
Oh, poor Muras. He's had to hide so much, Cynder thought, suddenly and annoyingly feeling bad for Muras, who very visibly felt cornered. And now I know everything. All he's tried to hide. Now, because of that, he's scared and unconfident around me. He was so happy, peaceful and full of life before I found out his secrets. Dear ancestors, what have I done to him?
STOP FEELING SORRY FOR HIM, she snapped back at herself, still feeling scorn towards Muras and trying to figure out what to actually think of him. Your past Master doesn't deserve your pity after everything he did to you. Torture, corruption, forcing you to do unimaginable things. Forcing you to kill millions, most of which were children. He's coming with you so you can keep watch on him and keep him in check you fool, NOT to feel sorry for him. NOW GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER, CYNDER.
Muras stood staring at her, waiting for a reply. His face was contorted with a look of confusion. Had she been staring at him? Feeling flustered and awkward, she averted her gaze and stammered wordlessly, before giving the purple dragon the reply he was waiting for. "Uh, yeah I'm… I'm ready to go. Let's, uh… let's go then," she murmured, wincing at how awkward she sounded, before walking out into the rainforest, Muras following her.
They walked in complete silence for an hour an a half until they reached open air where they could actually start flying properly, as the foliage in the rainforest had been too thick for them to take off. Muras didn't hesitate to spread open his wings and fly off into the air. Cynder sighed sadly, before flying after him. She caught up and looked over to him, studying his expression. He was distant, tears threatening to leave his watery eyes. The piercing violet orbs turned to her emerald ones, and she flinched, looking away quickly.
Muras suddenly picked up conversation. "How's Warfang been?" he asked curiously. "I haven't actually… I haven't actually been there since… oh, about nine years ago, shortly after I was brought back from Convexity. I never returned to attack there afterwards, as my armies later on did that for me. And the golem, too. I was too occupied with other issues, like the apes that betrayed me, followed up by you and Spyro."
"It's… It's going well, I guess. There's been quite a few casualties since Spyro turned. The guardians included, as I told you a few days ago. I've gotten myself a job at the Warfang Army, so that's going well, I guess. But everyone's coping… alright, I guess. So far," Cynder replied, taken slightly off guard by the question.
"And how about you? Your social life? Made any friends?"
"Yeah, a few. Why? Why are you so concerned about my social life? That shouldn't be important to you."
"I just want to make sure that you're doing well and coping with all of this. I would have… I would have thought that social life would be hard for you. Especially since you… you know… terrorised the entire population during the Dark War."
"No thanks to you… But yeah it was hard to start off with. I made a few friends, although for one of them, it was really a façade just so I could be mentally and emotionally broken later on. Electrika… Electrika was pretty mean to me after she turned her back on me, which was also the day after Spyro turned as well, so that hurt a lot. Apparently she had never trusted me, and only dealt with me because my friends were also her friends and she didn't want to lose them. But, uh… We made up, I guess. Until she committed suicide because she was so grief-stricken over what she had said to me, and all she saw when we went to Dark Peak. Yeah, so that happened. And then another one of my friends was killed in Urgussen."
Muras gave a low rumble of understanding and sorrow, upset that even after the war, Cynder's life remained a struggle. He felt responsible. He was suddenly caught off guard as a savage snarl escaped Cynder's throat, his heart lurching at the sudden sound and the raw anger he knew would be brought out of her.
"I had everything I wanted! I had a family! I had friends! Now, they are all being taken from me! I don't want to lose anyone else! All I want is for this… this… THIS HELL… TO BE OVER!" she roared, before she raised her head and released a long siren scream into the air.
She recomposed herself and looked over at Muras, anger still clouding her expression. His gaze was one of mixed emotions, terror and concern in his eyes as he watched her display of rage, but among that was a light of understanding in his eyes. Cynder hung her head low, her face still contorted with anger. "Sorry," she spat. "It's just been really hard."
"Given all you've been through, I know. I get it," Muras replied. "You've been through so much. You didn't deserve to go through what you did. I'm sorry."
They fell into silence again, leaving Cynder to her thoughts. She scowled inwardly at herself once more. Why the hell are you being so friendly to him? Why is kindness and a friendly nature the first thing you resort to when you speak to him? He used to be Malefor! Your damned job is to keep a close eye on his actions, not on his emotions and wellbeing, and most certainly not on his non-existent 'friendly relationship' with you, ex-Terror! she thought angrily, her own toxic words hurting her to her very core. Get your head out of the damned bog and snap back to reality! That monster is not your friend! Start treating him like an enemy! A prisoner! Or even better, a slave! Show him what it's like to be forced to do things against him will! Show him what you went through! Abuse him! Hurt him! Shed his ancestor-forsaken blood! He deserves it! SHOW HIM WHAT IT'S LIKE!
No, Cynder thought, fighting against herself in her head, trying to once more figure out how she felt about Muras, battling over whether he was good or bad. As he told me his story, I felt how genuine he was. He really didn't mean to do what he did. He really was sorry. He really was scared and ashamed by what he did. He actually wept. I remember feeling as hopeless as he is right now. I just… I can't just not be kind to him. He's a kind dragon; I've seen it in him. He healed me.
But what if it's a trick, Cynder? What if Malefor's just a really good actor, and he's luring you into a false sense of security? He'll snatch you up when you least expect it, and he's going to hurt you and abuse you all over again, damn it!
His name is Muras, and Muras wouldn't do that. I'm sure of it. He's a kind dragon, and cares about everyone around him. He wept for Jorgustus. He wept for his family when he told me about their demise, as he was incapable of doing so as the Dark Master. He truly cares, because he wept.
IT'S JUST AN ACT TO MAKE YOU FEEL PITY FOR HIM. Those waterworks were all FAKE.
It's not easy to fake crying as hard as he did. Or red eyes and shaking limbs.
He's a purple dragon! He said he could control water, which he easily could have summoned out of his eyes! Water in the eyes makes them go red! The shaking limbs could have been lightning that he'd sent throughout his body; he said he could control that too! All he had to do was babble on and make a hurt facial expression, which isn't that hard to do. IT WAS ALL FAKED. Who knows if that whole damned story was nothing but a FAKE as well?!
SHUT UP!
Cynder groaned. She was looking too deep into this, trying to find a reason to hate Muras. She didn't want there to be no reason to hate him; there had to be one. But clearly, there was no evidence of there actually being a reason. Maybe he really was good-hearted. Maybe he could be trusted. But she still didn't trust him. That didn't mean she couldn't try to be kind, right?
But trust is everything in a relationship, romantic or not. It was the same with her relationship with Spyro. It was built on trust, something they had built since they were fifteen. When he broke her trust, the relationship fell apart in the snap of a talon. Now, she despises him.
Ancestors, she didn't know what to think anymore. She was so confused that she didn't know what the hell was going on anymore. It was going to take a while to figure out what her true feelings about Muras were.
Before she knew it, Warfang had appeared in the distance. Had Cynder really been trapped inside her warring thoughts for that long? She looked beside her to Muras, who was still downcast, a frown curling his lips as he started down at the ground below him. This is going to be so weird, going into this with Muras pretending to be a completely different dragon. Well, I guess I'm just going to have to get used to it, Cynder thought.
And be ready to use his identity against him should the need arise, she added, part of her still believing Muras was out to cause more harm.
Cynder and Muras began to lower their altitude, before landing just outside the gates. Cynder raised her paw and knocked on the large gates. She heard scrambling from outside and looked up to see a mole peer out from the top of the gates. The mole gasped, adjusting his spectacles, before exclaiming, "It's Cynder! It's General Cynder! She's back! Get Master Logron! Open the gates!"
At this, the gates slowly creaked open. Muras pawed at the ground nervously for a while, until a stocky fire dragon ran out from around the corner of one of the streets, startling him out of his nerves. It was Pyron. "I heard the cries! I can't believe you're back!" Pyron exclaimed, running up to Cynder and embracing her tightly. "It's been almost three weeks since the group from Urgussen came back without you! We've all been so worried!"
"I'm fine, Pyron!" she choked. "Air! I need air!"
Pyron apologised and stepped away from her with a chuckle as she inhaled hoarsely to fill up her lungs with air. Heavy pawsteps sounded from inside the city and Logron ran out from the streets to greet Cynder. "You're finally back!" Logron exclaimed, breathing heavily. "Ancestors, we were all so worried. Vetar had to fill in for you over the past three weeks and he was starting to get really worked up about halfway through last week because of how long you'd been absent."
"Rubblerust was starting to think you had perished as well. And trust me, that got Freeze really upset," Pyron said, before adding in a much quieter voice, "And me as well, to be honest."
"Well, I didn't die," Cynder replied matter-of-factly.
"I can see that. What happened?" Logron asked.
"I got pretty badly wounded by Spyro in Urgussen, so badly in fact that it got to the point where I almost did die. He even absorbed most of my essence core, weakening it to near extinction," Cynder explained, causing Logron and Pyron to gasp upon hearing this. "Muras here nursed me back to health."
Logron smiled, turning to the red-scaled dragon that stood beside Cynder. "You're a healer?" Logron questioned Muras.
"Uh… kind of," Muras stuttered, before clearing his throat and continuing. "I've been living alone in the rainforest just outside of Urgussen for five years, so I've learned to look after myself, and trust me, I've busted myself up a good few times. Some of the wildlife in that forest is pretty damn relentless. Plus, my brother was a healer so I heard a lot about different things related to the practice from him."
Pyron stepped up to Muras, who faltered. "Thank you for taking care of Cynder. She's been an amazing friend, the best friend I think I've ever had, and she's also a very important, helpful asset. We were all worried we'd lost her," Pyron said, nodding his head in respect.
The fire dragon suddenly paused as he looked at Muras in the eyes. Cynder and Muras both stiffened, guessing the reason of Pyron's sudden falter. "Your eyes are purple. That's odd for a fire dragon," Pyron remarked.
"Yeah, nobody really knows why they're like that. My father thought that one of our ancestors could have been a past purple dragon somewhere down the line. It's really the only explanation, according to him," Muras murmured, repeating the same lie he had told Cynder, before adding, "Cynder believes it might be a pigmentation disorder though, which could also be true. My eyes are actually the reason for my name. 'Muras' means 'purple' in ancient draconic."
Luckily, Pyron bought it, and so did Logron. Now that Cynder knew the truth, she knew how weak the cover-up story was and couldn't believe how dumb she had been to believe it. Like seriously, eye colouring pigmentations? It was a good theory at the time but even that's still a bit farfetched. She'd never even seen or heard of a thing even happening. Muras' original story of having purple dragon ancestry was also somewhat weak. However, she'd probably still be believing it now had Muras not slipped up and let loose an earth missile during the fight with the titan wolves.
"Must be quite rare then," Logron said with a smile. "You must be pretty proud to sport the colours of a purple, if that is the case after all."
"Yeah, I guess," Muras replied, shrugging. "Purple dragons haven't exactly had much of a good reputation these days though…"
"You're right about that. First Malefor, then Spyro. It's almost as if purple dragons are destined to be nothing but vile, demonic creatures, destined for nothing but destruction and death," Pyron muttered, causing Muras to flinch at the comment, but Pyron didn't seem to notice.
"Alright, that's enough, Pyron," Cynder snapped, causing him to back away. "Anyway, I'd like to see if we can find some accommodation for Muras. He's going to be staying here at Warfang from now on."
"Oh, yeah. Sure. We'd better head inside. No point standing around the gates all day," Logron said, turning and leading the way inside Warfang. Cynder, Pyron and Muras followed him, and the moles closed the large gates behind them.
Muras looked at Cynder with fear on his face. "That was close," he whispered to her.
"You'll be fine," she whispered back, before mentally kicking herself at how kind she was being towards Muras.
"I hope I'm not missing anything here," Pyron muttered, moving to stand in between them, a curious look on his face. "You two seem pretty close. There's nothing… between you, is there?"
Muras stammered, looking away quickly and flushing with embarrassment. "Pyron. We're just friends," Cynder said flatly, trying not to choke on the word. "There's nothing between us except you."
"Ha ha! Funny!" Pyron replied with an exaggerated smile, exposing his bright, gleaming teeth, before the smile was replaced by a solemn look. A look that seemed almost a bit too solemn. "But in all seriousness, you're not… together… are you?"
"No, we're not. Like I said: just friends," Cynder growled irritably. "Now shut up and stop making a scene."
Pyron huffed and rolled his eyes. "Same old Cynder," he murmured under his breath, mixed among a relieved sigh. "Just… curious, that's all."
Cynder raised an eyebrow, curious. It wasn't like Pyron to butt into people's lives like that, especially just outright asking them if they were a couple or not. He would probably be a lot less upfront and confronting about it, if such a conversation ever did happen. Plus, he had a strange look on his face when he asked the question. It was almost competitive.
The dark purple dragoness just rolled her eyes, putting the thought behind her.
They finally got a spare room in the Warfang Temple set up for Muras, and he spent the rest of the day there alone, taking in his new surroundings and getting used to them, as well as recovering from the long flight from his old home. Cynder, however, had gone to see Freeze and Rubblerust to let them know she was back and in perfect health. Logron had gotten Vetar to look after the army once more while she was off doing that, deciding it would probably be best that Cynder have the rest of the day off, especially since not only had she missed over half of the day already, but she needed to get settled back into Warfang after being away for three tough weeks.
Luckily, Cynder and Pyron didn't have to go searching too much for Freeze and Rubblerust; Freeze had only just left home about thirty minutes earlier to catch up on some reading in the library, and Rubblerust happened to be there too. Upon arriving, Freeze was quick to leap up and envelop Cynder in a crushing embrace once she saw her. Rubblerust wasn't one who enjoyed hugs, so he welcomed Cynder back warmly with a firm pawshake once Freeze had stepped away, a relieved smile stretching across his lips. "So, where have you been these past three weeks?" Rubblerust asked after they greeted each other.
"About a kilometre or so north-west of Urgussen in a very dense rainforest, which was also pretty beautiful might I add. It was honestly pretty relieving to know that there's still beauty in this world despite the hellish warfare going on around us, but that's besides the point. I met someone in this rainforest who lived in a cave there, who helped heal me back to full health after I was badly wounded and almost had my entire essence core sapped out of me," Cynder explained.
"Wait… your entire essence core?!" Rubblerust exclaimed.
"It must've taken a great deal of energy to do that!" Freeze added.
"Yeah, it was Spyro that did it to me," Cynder replied, causing Rubblerust to groan and roll his eyes, surprised that he didn't expect the obvious. "Muras, the dragon who healed me, said that without my aid, my essence core would have died out; it was almost out of ancestrite."
Rubblerust winced, hissing air through gritted fangs. "Yeah, I realise now why you were gone for as long as you were. And with someone with as much ancestrite as you, since you're able to wield four elements, I'm not surprised that it took as long as it did. Normally ancestrite repairs fairly quickly, feeding off mana, but obviously in a case as serious as this, your mana wasn't enough."
"Yeah, Muras tried feeding my essence core spirit gems to help it heal and for the first few days my body just refused the gems. It also doesn't help that although my essence core is a strong one, it is a fragile one. It came from origins of being a wind dragon, wielding only one element. Suddenly wielding four elements had damaged it quite a bit, making it super fragile."
There was an uncomfortable silence for a bit, before Freeze broke it, changing the subject. "So, how is this… Muras person?" she inquired her friend.
"Yeah, he's pretty cool. He's kind and careful, and he knows a lot of stuff," Cynder replied, being cautious at how she replied.
Freeze chuckled. "It sounds like you have some sort of… inner appreciation… for this Muras guy," she said slyly, raising an eyebrow cheekily.
"I don't feel that way about him, Freeze! Ancestors, you're as bad as your brother!" Cynder scowled, her mind snarling at her that Muras should be hated, and Pyron made a playful offensive look. "He saved my essence core! If he hadn't been there, I would have nullened!"
Pyron and Freeze gasped at this. "You're not serious!" Pyron exclaimed.
"She is," Rubblerust confirmed. "If an essence core dies or loses all its ancestrite, it cannot replenish, and a dragon goes null, losing all their elemental abilities. If that had happened to Cynder, she would have lost all four of her elements, not just her birth element. I'm not surprised she thinks highly of Muras since he saved her essence core, and her elements with it."
"Anyway, enough about me and Muras!" Cynder exclaimed, flustered, wanting to avoid this awkward topic entirely. "What have you all been doing for the past three weeks?"
"Worrying," Freeze said blatantly.
Cynder scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Apart from that. It's been three weeks, surely you've done a decent amount of stuff."
"Well… I've been doing a lot of reading, as usual. I picked up a really good novel three days ago and I can't put it down. In fact, it's the one I'm reading right now. It's called Love of the Fallen Blacksmith."
"I've heard of it. Apparently it was one of the best romance novels back when it was written fifty thousand years ago."
"It still is!" Freeze replied enthusiastically. "It's long, but it's really good. It's got the perfect mix of romance and action, and there's a lot of tension, especially where I'm up to now. Right now, the blacksmith is just about to get into a fight with another guy who's also got a crush on the peasant girl he also loves, and it looks like the blacksmith is going to beat the hell out of him with…"
"Alright, don't spoil it for me!" Cynder exclaimed with a chuckle. "I've been thinking of reading it myself as I've seen it recommended quite a fair bit. It's just a shame this whole ancestor-damned war has gotten in the way of everything."
"It is a shame, but yeah I really do recommend it. It's great. I reckon you'll enjoy reading it, I can promise you that!"
"What about you two?" Cynder asked, addressing Pyron and Rubblerust.
"Not much, really. Exercise and training," Pyron stated, flexing his muscular forelegs.
"As usual," Cynder scoffed with a roll of her eyes. Pyron wasn't like this often, but this was just one of those days where he was a bit egotistical and trying to show off. However, this time he seemed even more egotistical than normal, and it seemed like he was doing more than trying to show off. It was like he was trying to impress someone.
Cynder just shrugged, before turning to Rubblerust. "Rubblerust? What about you?"
"More research; I do like history and science and stuff. I found out that apparently, the ancient race of nightskipper bats actually never went extinct," Rubblerust replied. "I've been looking into primitive animals, and I've actually found out that some sentient races have devolved into primitive states, and the nightskippers were among those species. They devolved into smaller creatures that eventually became more suited to living in caves than in trees and even rainforest villages. A report was written by a lioness who was quite close to the nightskippers about it, as she actually saw a nightskipper visibly devolving in front of her. They apparently shrunk and grew longer wingspans. They may still be alive."
"Of course only you would find that interesting," Pyron scoffed.
"Hey, it's good to know what's going on around you, and you never know when it'll come in handy," Cynder said. "Muras and I came across some devolved titan wolves a few days ago, and by the ancestors, they put up one hell of a fight. Had I known about them sooner I probably would've been more prepared. Although I did have to fight without my elements since my core was still healing, so…"
"You got beaten up?" Rubblerust asked flatly.
Cynder just nodded in reply.
They sat around talking for a little longer, before Pyron left to go and do some more training in the arena, and Cynder decided to go and find a book to read. She needed a little down time to just sit and read, like Freeze was doing. She actually found another copy of Love of the Fallen Blacksmith, and she sat down and started reading it, conversing with Freeze about it on the occasion as she read through it.
So, as the library's closing hours neared, she borrowed the book out and continued to read at home. She then went out for dinner with Freeze, before night fell, and she returned home to fall asleep. It was good to be home again, and to have a much more peaceful day to just spend time with her friends.
Tomorrow, however, she would be back at the barracks, thrown back into the world of hell she had now become accustomed to.
Well, a bit of a down chapter after the events of last one lol. Hope you all liked it. Also, a huge thanks to everyone for 10K views! This is my second story to hit five digits and I'm so happy about it. Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed.
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lord typhlosion: Thanks for the review man. And yes, much chilling.
Derick Lindsey: Yeah, intense ain't it lol? Also yeah, if Spyro, Cynder and Sparx would be reading this story they'd be like what the crap is going on lol. And yes, go Muras!
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Anyway, thanks for reading, and also thanks to Just Shooter who's now my second beta-reader for the story. Also, I've posted a oneshot as well as Chapter 2 of Grand Elemental Master so if you haven't checked them out already, go have a look if you're interested.
Looking forward to the next chapter; see you then!
