Chapter 28: A Change In Heart

"Flair..." Cyril gave off a soft, almost weak sounding voice. "If you ever die before I kill you, I will kill myself, find you in the afterlife, and kill you there then!" Flair cried, trying to hide her sadness by giving off a little more of a growl. Giving off a slight smile, Cyril tried to make things a little better, or at least, he hoped it would've, "It's... comforting to hear that, I'll still be able to see you even in the afterlife." Giving wide eyes and a soft gasp, she clenched her teeth shut before opening her mouth wide and yelling, "SHUT UP!"


Laying belly down on his bed faced straight to the door and near wide awake, Cyril couldn't stop thinking about what he had seen from Flair, what he knew was or wasn't the real side to her. While his head had rested on his two paws that laid out in front of him, he couldn't take it any longer and brought up his head now, only insuring that he wouldn't be going to bed anytime soon. Why does no one else see it? Maybe the girls do, or maybe someone else does but... they don't wish to speak up... And after what happened to Spyro, I could understand but, even still... This... This isn't right, something isn't right. I have to talk to her, one on one as I did the first night. Sitting up from his bed, while he was all for with his plan, there were still a few bumps that he didn't know how he would be able to face. But if she hurts me, how would I heal myself? I would have to go outside of Warfang to heal myself... or I could use the Training Room... But what if they wake up and see my wound? Or, what if she really does kill me this time? Scared of all that was to go wrong, he growled at himself with all the negative he was thinking about, rather then the positive. When she fell on my chest... She was calmed... Something about her was different. Surely she would've, could've, killed me, but why... why did it seem like she had given up? Why didn't she kill me? Cyril now had his mind made up on this situation as he could no longer ignore this gut feeling that he had. Moving his head to look to his left, he watched as the other two Guardians and the females all slept rather quietly; not even a single snore, just simple, easy breathing. Now that Trish is cuddled to Terrador, he's finally stopped snoring... Now it's rather quiet in here. Raising his wing slightly from his side, he looked to it, wondering, as he had hopes to make a change. Having her under my wing, even after all she has done brings me nothing but comfort... I... I need to help her, I have to. Tucking his wing back to his side, he turned to his left, stood up, and climbed down from his bed. Making it to the floor with a slight clicking from his claws as they touched the ground, he stayed low to the ground as he made his way over to the door. It was rather simple for him as he was very nimble. Making it up to the door, he did as normal, grabbing it, twisting it, and opening it.

Making it out of the Chambers, Cyril turned as he closed it, making sure no one noticed him once he had left. Not seeing anyone's head having been moved since he got up, it was a good sign that he was in the clear. Pushing the door shut, it clicked, making him let out a sigh as he now knew he was in the clear. But immediately, he let off a hard shiver as he stood up straight, scales doing the same as his body. Flair... wouldn't be waiting in the Chambers to kill me... would she? Swallowing hard, he was left with no choice but to hope that his begging would let her hear him out, "Flair... please, just... Let me explain," Turning his body slowly but surely, he was ready for an attack, but once he had turned around, the Chambers were completely empty, and for some reason, this made him frown, "Flair...?"


Why do I even bother... Flair gave off a sigh, sitting down on the bed in her room, still awake from yesterday, thinking about all that had happened since she had gotten here. You shouldn't be doing this. You're only delaying the inevitable because of what you've felt in the past... Don't let him get to you. Having thought about it, her mind started to drift off to all that Cyril had said to her, what he had done for her when she was sure he wouldn't have. Don't... Let it... get to you. Since these thoughts started to cloud everything she had been thinking about, it started to bring back her emotions of which she had shut off so long ago. Her breathing suddenly kicked up as she took a sudden inhale before exhaling. To make it worse for her, her chest started to burn, forcing her to bring a paw up and clench it on her chest. Damn it! Adding to her shivers grew a tear that tried to form in her eye, but she didn't allow for this to take form. Clenching her eyes shut, she warmed her body up quickly, letting the tear hiss as it evaporated on her face. Now with the tear gone, she opened her eyes up, but was only met with more watery eyes. Soon after, Flair gave off soft cries to how she was feeling, not wishing to feel this way at all. See what this brings you? Nothing but pain... So get over yourself and... Kill him. Shaking her head to her words, another voice in her mind told her otherwise. But I can't. Sniffling some as her tears now fell from her face, she didn't care to do anything about it now, feeling as though, even if she did, it would come back stronger then before. Closing her eyes once again, this let her tears drip down from off her eyes and onto the bed below, staining it with her tears. While her cries were loud, she was able to hear what sounded like a knock. Picking up her head and opening her eyes some, she tried to control herself as she listened. Was... Was that someone? Once again hearing a knock, it was coming from her door, which she paid attention to. Clearing her voice, she wiped off some of her tears and went back to her aggressive sounding voice, "Who is it?"

"Flair, it's, me, Cyril. May I come in?" He spoke from the other side of the door.

Cyril?! Flair said his name in her thoughts, now giving wide eyes for him even being out this late. Shaking off the rest of her tears, she showed her teeth, finding this to be a rather perfect timing for her. Making her way off the bed, she spoke now as to keep her voice at the back of the room, "You may come in."

Making her way over to the door as fast as she could without making a sound, she was able to make it with ease, now back first against the right side of the wall that connected to the door. Hearing the door click, she watched as it had opened, and the very first thing she was able to see was the slight frown on Cyril's face as he had entered. So you've come to die, have you? Now entered to the room, Cyril shut the door behind himself with his tail, and once the door had clicked, he picked his head up some to see the room was empty, which he questioned, "Flair?"

Unknowing of her being behind him, she acted fast. Coming off from the wall and down to all fours, she eased up to his left side as this was what she was nearest to. Using her arm, she swung it up to his neck and slammed it right in the middle. This sudden hit made him cough outwards rather violently. The force she used to push against his neck pushed him upwards, off his front two paws. Using her tail as she normally did, she brought it to his back two paws. Swinging her tail forward, this now got him off his back two paws as his body was now falling backwards. Without any support, there wasn't much for Cyril to do. Once his back hit the ground, he coughed upwards for a second before having his neck slammed back down to the ground by Flair's arm. Twisting herself around, she jumped up to the top of him, now looking down on him. Taking her arm from his neck, she moved it over his mouth now to shut him up as she once had before. Knowing she would've already needed to use it, she brought her tail blade around to her right side, closest to his heart, which she knew she was going to take out later. Hearing him breath out his noise in slight pain, Flair growled for the fact that he was even in her room, "You really are stupid, aren't you. You think this is a game? You think all cause I breath, that makes me good?" Seeing the sadness in his eyes, she also saw that he wasn't trying to struggle or anything of the sort to stop her from what she was doing, "Stop acting like you can help me! And stop acting like the good guy here. All you've been trying to do is get with me cause I'm an easy target. No matter where I go, you won't leave me the hell alone, even after all I've done to you. But now that you've come so far, you finally deserve that reward you've been waiting for," Sharpening her tail blade, she brought it right to top of his chest, and resting it there, she gave him a choice, "Alright, Cyril, I'll tell you what. You either fight me off of you, or, this blade of mine will go right through your chest, and I'll make sure it goes through that heart of yours."

Not saying or fighting against what she had said, all Cyril wanted to do was shake his head, which he only did slightly to show he wouldn't hurt her. This show of innocents only fuelled her rage, as did all the other times he had done something like this before. Clenching her teeth for only a second, she growled at him in a low, soft tone, "Then die."

With a quick thrust, her blade stabbed right into his chest, making him let out a loud, painful growl. Bringing his chest up some from the pain as he couldn't do anything to put pressure over the pain, he fell back to his back, breathing much more intensely through his noise as he tried to control the pain. Finding joy in what she was doing, Flair made sure to twist and turn her blade inside his chest, making things as worse as possible for him. This worked well for her as every time she had, Cyril clenched his eyes shut, let out a growl, and continued to breath through his noise as hard as he could. Now with her blade inside of his body, she eased her blade and started to search for his heart. Once having found it, she let out a small gasp, feeling it beat right against her blade. It was beating rather fast, but this was understandable, and she even called him out on it, "Awwww... Is someone scared of dying?" Caressing her blade against his heart, she was easy as she moved it up and down upon it, hoping to invoke fear in him, "What a lovely heart beat you have. Would be a shame if I silenced it. I mean, just think; All it would take is me sharpening my blade just a little, and, pop... No more pulsing. Kinda like what I said about your neck," Still her words had no effect on him and she watched as all he did now was clench his eyes shut and shed tears as though he wished for death, "Open your eyes!" Doing as he was told, he looked into her eyes to see she herself was started to tear up as well, but he needed to figure out why, "I'm not going to keep playing cat and mouse with you, understand! Now it's either you stop me here and now, or I'll pop your heart wide open!" Once again, he shuck his head, not going along with what she was saying, which once again brought up her frustration, "WHY!" Yanking her paw off his mouth and slapping it down right to his left, she begged for an answer, "Why won't you just attack me?! Aren't you scared of death?!"

"I... Told you, I'd give my life to make yours better... If this is what has to... happen... Then I'm okay with it," Cyril tried to soothe her, but as with all his words, all his actions, it made things worse.

"You barely know me!"

"Flair... we've been here before... I don't need to know you to know that you're hurting."

"I'm not the one with a blade in my chest with near seconds to death!"

"Hehe, you, got me there."

"This isn't supposed to be funny!"

"Flair, please, what will it take to show you that all I wish to do is help?"

"Nothing!"

"Do you wish for help?"

"No!"

"Do you need help?"

"I don't need help of any kind!"

"Then when you're feeling down and life knocks you out, who do you turn to?"

"I only need myself!"

"Does that not... get lonely after awhile?"

"I choose to be alone."

"And when you don't wish to be, who will be there for you?"

"I've never needed help."

"Then who helped you when you were a Hatchling? Who was there for you when you grew?"

"I had no one! I grew up on my own."

"Then what was it said yesterday? About how your actions made you lose everything?" Giving a gasp, she knew exactly what he was talking about, "It sounded like you had it all: A family, friends, a lover, and you lost all that. You said your actions made you lose everything, but why, how, and what made this all happen in the first place?" She didn't answer, but rather, it seemed like what he was saying was making her remember back to what's happened, and so, he tried his best to help, "Please, Flair... Trust me... Talk to me about what's happened."

"Once you learn the truth, you'll turn your back on me too!" Flair finally spoke, not wishing to say anything else afterwards.

"Is that why you've been so scared to talk to me about what's happened, because you don't what to lose someone else?" His words now made her give off shivers, but not from anger, but rather a realisation of sadness, "You enjoy living here, don't you? And by saying something, you think you'd lose another family?"

"Shut... up... please..." Flair begged.

Not wishing to cause her anymore pain, he did as he was told. Now that things had gone quiet, Cyril heard nothing but her cries as he looked up to her, watching as she cried over his chest. Not able to support herself anymore, she eased her body down onto his, which, feeling her body lay down near his wound put pressure near it, making him growl some more, but he didn't wish for her to hear this. Luckily, he was good enough about it that he took most of the pain. Now laid on his chest, Flair moved her head up to his neck before resting it sideways on it. Having this happened for the second time, he was barely able to see her as he looked down to she her laying body. Her fins had all eased out, her body moved only when she breathed, and her blade in his chest now rested on the top of his heart. Doing as he once had before, he brought up a paw, settled it on the back of her neck, and once he laid his head back, he started to pet the back of her neck. Moving his paw down her neck, he picked it up before putting it back up to the top of her neck and doing the same thing again and again. With things seeming to have calmed down, Cyril gave a nice, easy sigh, and feeling comfortable once again with her, this got him thinking about what he was feeling now, This is the second time I've felt so nice around here even after seeing all that's happened... Hehe... High risk high reward as Malefor would say... But... While her comfort is nice... I have to figure out what's wrong, I need to... But how do I get her to talk about it? Feeling her body starting to shift, he came from without his thoughts and took his paw from off the back of her neck. Watching as she stood up above him, he saw what looked like a blush, but rather then asking why, he stayed quiet.

"If you tell anyone what I'm about to tell you, I will kill you, understand," Her voice was much smoother, something he's never heard before, but it sent shivers through his spine, making him smile even.

"I promise, I won't tell anyone. As I've said, anything you say or do, I will not say anything unless you give permission," Cyril swore, hoping this would let her give him the trust he wished for.

She didn't say anything to his words, but what surprised him was the warning she gave him, "I'm... Taking my blade out of your chest so just... be prepared for the pain, okay?"

"Oh... Thank you, for the warning."

"Yeah Yeah, what ever."

Ready for the pain, she was nice, slow, and easy as she pulled her blade out. This surprised him as, with how easy she was, he didn't feel much pain at all. With how smooth she did it, her blade came out clean of his blood as it had rubbed against the sides of his wound. Now with the blade out, he reached a paw around to his chest and froze over the wound to keep the blood from spilling out. Once she had backed off away from his body, he was able to roll himself over back onto his fours. Letting off a sigh, glad he was still able to live and breath, Cyril stood back up, looked behind himself, and thanked her, "Thank you, Flair, for not killing me."

"Stop thanking me for things, alright," She tried to growl, but her voice was much easier then she would've liked.

Making it over to the bed, she climbed back up onto it. Now back in the middle of the bed, she turned around to face him. Bringing up a paw and snapping her fingers, she pointed next to herself, "Either get over here, or get out," He gave a smile to see she was truthful with her words, and as he was making it over to her, she gave the rules, "Listen, Cyril, don't act like you've changed me. I'm just going to tell you what's happened, then I'll be killing my witnesses as I should've yesterday," Once he had reached the bed and climbed up on it, he turned and stood to her left side, "You say anything during what I'm saying, I kill you. You lie to me, I kill you. You make fun of something that happened to me, I, will, kill you."

"So, all I need to do is just, not disappoint you?" Cyril asked.

"What did I just say, about talking when I'm explaining?"

"Oh... sorry..."

"But, to answer your question, I will give you three strikes, alright. You piss me off to the third, and I'll kill you."

"I will not disappoint, I swear... But, before you do start, would you, like some comfort under my wing?"

"I'm not falling in love with you."

"Flair, I'm here to help, not form a relationship... It's up to you."

"I'm... good... for now."

"How... bad will this story get...?"

"Just... Ugh... I shouldn't even be doing this!"

"No no no! Flair, please," Putting a paw over hers and looking into her eyes, he begged, "Please... Trust me... Please... I'll be right here if you need me, I swear."

Giving off a growl, she looked away from him for a second. Taking his paw back from hers, he looked to her in fear that she would change her mind, but once she had sat down, he gave a smile. Doing the same as her, he sat down with her, waiting with patience for her to start her story. Seeing her give off a rather bad shiver, he wanted to say something, but fought back against it as he knew he would've made things worse. Am I... really about to do this? Flair thought to herself. Bringing a paw up and looking down at her chest, she was honest with herself. I'd be lying if I said... I... wasn't hopeful... And if he does lie to me, then I will know for a fact that I can kill him. Taking her paw down from her chest, she gave a sigh, looked to him, and started her story, "This... happened more then a year ago... It was my mother's sister's birthday, and the sister was going to get married with her mate. And so... My mother wanted to go out and find something special for her sister. My dad suggested to see a blacksmith as they could make something for her, but my mother rejected it as she wanted something that couldn't be made, something that was special. Once having looked around many places, I... told my lover about what was going on, and his dad knew of a prefect spot. Unfortunately, this spot was, a good ways from Warfang; About a quarter mile... Once I told my mother, she was all for it, and I was, rather glad to have helped. My lover's dad asked if they would've needed help, but my dad said no as we would've been in and out before anything could happen... With us about to head out, I told all the girls in my group that I would grab a gem as well as, having been with Argus for so long, I was... ready to be his mate... Hehe, I mean, hell, we've been together for almost six months... And, if you were wondering how many girls were in my group... it was about five, each with their own lovers as well... Sound familiar?"

Cyril knew what she was talking about and ran it through in his own mind, If Trish joined Terrador, that's one. Then Claire, Ersa, Carith, and Cynder... That would make five... Which means... she thinks the past would repeat itself, doesn't she. Wanting to respond, he opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it, which she noticed. Instead of saying something, he gave a frown while nodding. Giving a sigh, Flair continued with her backstory, "I kissed my love before we left, promising him we'd be back. Before we left though, the dad of my lover saw that my mom was... pregnant," Letting out a gasp, Cyril already didn't see this going well and started to connect the pieces, "My mom said she would be fine, and even my dad said that, she was a strong women. And me, being his daughter, he said he didn't raise no weakling. So, the dad backed off and we... started our journey... It took us a bit of time to reach where we needed to, but once we found the spot Argus's dad had spoken of, we flew down and started our search. We started our search quick, trying not to waste anymore time then we needed to. It took some time but, after a while, I had found the gem we were looking for. Just as I turned to tell my mom I had found it... she fell to the floor... crying... bleeding... and in front of her were some dark forces that slowly grew in numbers."

Her shivering started to grew as she couldn't handle remembering back to what she had seen, what had happened, but this is where Cyril knew he needed to step in. Scooting over some, his side touched hers, and once he draped a wing over her back, he looked to her to see if this would've helped. It did seem to help a little as she was able to look at him for only a second, giving him a smile. This smile made his eyes grow wide as he hadn't seen her sincerely smile to him before, but he broke from this feeling of joy as he saw tears starting to form out of her eyes. Facing straight and not looking to him, she continued her story, "My dad responded quickly, rushing over to her and dealing with them. But as he had, more and more started to appear. After a while... it got... bad and... my dad was knocked down... and I... I tried my best... I... really did... But with my dad down, he looked to see my mother who was being attacked. He looked back to me and yelled with all he could... 'Get over there and help her'... I... I froze... I... I couldn't do anything... And I... I watched as they... Killed... my mother... I tried my best to snap out of it, I... I did but I... I couldn't...! My dad pinned me to be this, strong girl, but I've... I never knew such a day was to come... This is when my dad was able to get back up and run over to help my mother... Once he reached her, he killed the rest, and I... watched... as he pulled her to him and cried, yelled, begged for her to wake... But she didn't... We didn't know the area, there wasn't any gems around, he knew there were more enemies, and so... my... dad made the decision that she... she was beyond... saving..."

Hearing this now made Cyril's body tease, but not from anger, but pure frustration as nothing he was hearing made sense to him. This growl made Flair shiver as she believed it was for her, but trying her best, she ignored it for now, continuing with the story, "Once we had made it back to Warfang... This is when my dad... stopped talking to me all together... When we came back... Everyone wondered where my mother was... My dad looked to me, growled, and said, 'Ask my failure of a daughter'... This was when... my life... ended... And it was all because of my failure... because of what I did, because of what I was too scared to do...! I... failed... everyone... I lost... everyone after this day... My dad turned everyone against me and, soon... I was... all alone," Now with some of her story having been concluded, she didn't feel anything else needed to be said, "That's all I'm going to say, alright... I don't want you to have fire power to use against me when we fight again... And I don't want you searching for my dad to get to me... It'll only make things worse... Just... trust me on that," Looking to her left and seeing Cyril flustered with anger as he looked to the bed, teeth showing and what seemed like he was ready to attack, she growled at him, thinking this was to her, "You may speak now."

"Who the hell does he have the right to call a failure?!" Cyril finally blurted out now that he was able, and this sudden rage surprised her, "He's not a father and never should've been! If he had the strength to yell at you, he should've had the strength to get up and save your mother, his mate! He should've died that day, not her, and the fact that he gave up, rather then dying to try and save her shows just how much of a piece of shit he was! And after all that you went through, he calls you a failure?! What's your father's name so I can find where he lives and deal with him myself!"

"I'm done with that life, Cyril. What my father did has already effected me, and there's nothing I can do to change that."

"Why are you letting him off so easily?!"

"Because... Even with how I am... I don't fear death, nor do I fear killing someone... But after what he's said to me, after he... slapped me across the face... I can't... I'll freeze up in emotions as I have before and it will be pointless... I... can't... kill him... It would even bring up memories of what life I use to have, what I... what I lost... I've tried before... so I know what this all feels like."

"Then let me kill him."

"And if he kills you?"

"I'll make sure to over prepare and bring Spyro. He doesn't deserve to live."

"Neither did I... apparently..."

"Flair... don't listen to anything he has ever said to you."

"I control my own life. I don't need you backing me up, alright," Backing away from his wing, she moved over some before laying down on her belly and readying herself for sleep, "I gave you some of my backstory, and you don't need nor deserve to hear the rest. Now leave before I turn back and kill you for even having been in here when you should've died by me long ago," Closing her eyes, she rested her head down on her front two paws, and listening for him to have moved, she didn't hear anything at all, "Cyril..." Opening her left eye to look at him, she could see he was struggling on what to do, but she didn't give him a choice, "Get out of my room or else."

"You don't deserve to be alone!" Cyril rejected against what she told him to do.

"I'm not going to say this again, get, out, of my room."

"Flair, don't you miss that life? You said these emotions come back to the life you use to have, but what happened to your lover? Did he not become your mate?"

"Cyril! Out!" Flair yelled, standing up to her fours once again.

"You said your dad turned everyone against you! Are you afraid he'd do the same to us if you ever got attached and stayed with us?!"

"That's why I don't care for any of you! He'd turn you all against me just as he did everyone else! He didn't care, they didn't care, and if he spoke to you, history would repeat itself, and I'm not going through that again!" Sharpening her fins, Flair knew she had spoken too much, and that her emotions had gotten to her as they had before, so she knew this needed to be fixed, "I never should've told you anything! I should've just killed you! And now with easy access to your heart, I'm just going to end this quick."

"I'd never betray you, Flair!"

"Shut up!"

Jumping over to him, Flair grabbed his neck, forced him upwards, then tossed him down onto his back. Just as his back hit the bed, she was already ready, jumping up on top of him and blade to her right. Not even wasting time to cover his mouth, she simply moved on as she brought her tail blade right near the entrance of his chest, hovering over the ice that covered the hole in his chest. Tapping the blade right at the shard of ice, Flair growled to him, commanding even, "Move this ice! If a shard stabs you in the heart before I do, I'm going to rip that out, stab your neck with it, and then slit your heart in two! So if you want an easy death, MOVE THE ICE!"

"No!" Cyril growled against her, "You truly have no one to go to, no one to trust or understand you, and knowing that now more then ever, I won't leave you."

"You don't have a choice. And you're proving my point that, now that you know of my past, you'll use it against me. Another reason why I knew I shouldn't have trusted you."

"Flair, please just... If you could have it all back, would you?"

"No!"

"Why? After all that you had, why not?"

"Because I don't want to lose it all over again!"

"And if you knew you wouldn't?"

"Then you're just lying!"

"If you had that life with your mate, knowing you'd die sooner or later, why would you have ever even met him? Why would you care about anything if you knew that we'd lose it all in the end? It's because everything in life has meaning, no matter how small. We push out these thoughts because they aren't what matters, it's what we make of life that matters! Think of the life where you never would've met him, what then?! You would've had nothing."

"I prefer nothing!"

"Then the warmth he gave you, the love he showed you, the memories you made with him, you prefer to never have had any of that at all?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Because now all those memories do is haunt me for what I had! The memories of what could've been, the life I could've had!" Flair cried, and now with her thinking about such thoughts again, her fins all eased slowly back down to a resting state, "Even if I stay here and make more memories, you all will die sooner or later and I will once again be all alone, stuck with the memories of what I once had... I've already tried to kill myself before, and if I go through it again... I... I couldn't, do it... I... Don't want to die alone... But I don't want to die knowing I couldn't have been alone..." Her words made Cyril give a frown as he understood where she was coming from, but he didn't know how to help, at least, for the time being, "So if you want to help so badly, let me know that! Let me know that... I will die alone... And that this is the only way... please..."

Once again, she couldn't handle the emotions that were eating at her and fell down onto his chest, unable to support her own self. Crying down over his neck, Cyril gave a frown for this having happened once again, and he knew he needed to break this cycle. She can't keep doing this to herself... I have to say something, I have to think of what to say to her, Thinking of what to say, nothing came to mind for him to say, but rather then thinking about it, Cyril just spoke on how he felt about such a thing, "Flair..." Once again as he had done before, he raised up his paw, put it to the back of her neck, and petted her, "I wished my parents were still alive for me to talk with them... I really do... and when I lost them to the Dark Master... I was... kinda like how you are now... It took a while for me to get better, even with the help of the other Guardians, but one thing that helped the most was the fact of... I'm never alone no matter how much I try to be... Volteer lost his parents as well to the Dark Master... And while losing someone is... tough... pushing those away from you when you could've made memories with them will only hurt more as you'll just make more regret."

"What... do you mean?" She spoke, trying to control her cries.

"Say if you wanted to go to the beach with your parents. If you did, you never have to regret not doing it, cause you did. Doing all that you can in life makes it worth living. Even after I lost my parents, I look at all that we did, rather than not. And because of this, I laugh at all the memories I have being with them, and I enjoyed every second of it. If I was able to have my parents back, even though I knew they'd die sooner or later, I'd make every single second with them, as I always should've."

"But then when they die, it would hurt for them to leave."

"I wouldn't lie... Being alone would... hurt... But that's when I look to my family for help as I had before... Even after what the Dark Master had done, I don't hold Malefor against what he's done cause... that won't bring them back... And because I remember what my friends told me, I'm able to laugh, cry, smile, frown, and so much more... And these memories we create... Well... Volteer once told me... with all these memories you smile on, everything that you do... when you die... you can smile on what you've done, knowing you have no regrets... knowing... Life was amazing."

"And what will you do when you are the last to die, and no one is there to hold your paw?"

"Well... I hope to have a son or daughter in the future do such a thing for me... But if it was just me, dying by myself... I'd... smile... while it may seem I'm alone, all those who were with me, still are. They hold my paw in the afterlife, and once I get there, we can all live our lives all over again as we wish... Those memories of everyone will only make me smile, as they always do, knowing... Hehe... Life truly was amazing... And also, while I may lose many in my life, that just gives me that much more to look forward to once I die, all the friendly faces I'd see... It's all about those memories, the friendships you make... And even barley knowing you, Flair... I hope to make many more memories with you as well... That is... If you'd want to as well."

"But... Why...? All I've done is try to kill you... Why would you wish to make memories with someone who's only hurt you?"

"Malefor existing does nothing but hurt me, but I still make plenty of memories being around him," Cyril chuckled, but since she hadn't said anything after he said this, he knew this wasn't what she wanted to hear, "Ahem... Sorry... What I mean is, I see this whole situation as a dark enemy kind of threat. You have two sides to you; Your true self, and the corrupted side that's been effected by the darkness. You attacking me, I will always just blame it on the darkness. So, no, you've never hurt me. And also, no, I'm not going to turn against you if we ever fight and say it was all your fault. One, I'd deserve death for that, and two... I don't ever see me fighting you, so I'm not worried about such a thing."

"So then... you do agree that, if I give a good reason, I can kill you?" Flair asked, now picking up her head and looking down on him.

"Hehe, oh no. That means I did something and you are saying this so you can kill me. Am I right?"

"For once... No... I'm not, trying to kill you... I just want to see how powerful this trust is that you're laying on."

"As powerful as Spyro, that's what this trust is."

"Mighty powerful then."

"Don't you mean mighty beautiful?"

"Who? Spyro?"

"Hehe, no, not Spyro. You, Flair."

Giving off a sigh, she couldn't help but smile some which she showed her teeth for, "Alright you kiss ass. Your life is already saved, you don't have to keep up this buttering."

"You know you love it."

"Don't tell me what I should or shouldn't love, understand."

"Sorry... Yes ma'am."

"I do have to ask though. Why do you pet my fins knowing what they could do to your paw?"

"Oh, sorry," Taking his paw back from the back of her neck, he explained himself, "I just find it, so soothing. I know you aren't deadly, I know you can be kind and caring, and when you rest on my chest, when I feel how soft you really are... It just shows that you never deserved what happened to you in life, no one ever should experience such things. I also do it cause I, hope it brings you comfort, knowing someone is there for you and what not... If... You don't ever want me to do it again, you can..."

"No," Flair was quick with her response, "Just wanted to make sure you weren't trying to seduce me."

"Hehe. Why do you keep thinking I'm trying to mate with you?"

"I just don't... trust any one any more... And... before I met Argus, I did have another guy who was trying to be quick with me. But since he didn't get with me in the few days we were together... He up and left... And then I met Argus... And now that he's left me, and you're trying to help me... I just... I don't care to get attached emotionally if I'm just going to keep bouncing to one guy after another."

"I'm here to help, nothing else. No love, no kissing, just comfort, I promise."

"Another promise? You know I'm not stupid. I'll remember all these so I can have a reason to kill you sooner."

"You think that scares me? I know I won't disappoint you."

"While I would say something against that... You never even got one strike from me while I was talking. So I'm rather... impressed."

"As Malefor said; It's all about that respect."

"Don't listen to him."

"Hehe, I try not to most of the time."

With their talk having concluded, Flair felt there wasn't much more to be said. Standing back up and off of him on her own, she backed off from his body which allowed him to roll back to his four paws. Once he was able to stand, Cyril watched as Flair laid back down near the middle of the bed, belly flat and paws in front of her, which she rested her head on. She didn't say anything to him, but instead, she just closed her eyes, and it seemed like she was readying herself for bed. Cyril stood there, being quiet for the time being as he didn't know what to do or say as he didn't wish to upset her.

"Either stay here, or get out," Flair finally spoke, making him give wide eyes to what she was saying.

"You'd... let me sleep the night with you?" He asked in awe.

"Cyril... Either stay, or get out, I'm not saying again."

Now with a wide smile, Cyril knew exactly what he wanted to do. Moving over to her, he turned to his right, then his left, and now facing the door, he laid to his stomach right next to her. With his paws out in front of him, he gave off a pleased sigh that everything turned out okay. Looking to his side to see a tear drip from her eye, this made Cyril smile as he had an idea as to why, "Don't worry, Flair... I won't ever betray you... I promise... Another one... that I will protect you."

"I don't need protecting," Flair growled, but once she had said this, she eased her self and said something else, "But it's... good to know I have someone watching out for me."

Finishing her words, Flair scooted her body some, enough so that her entire side touched Cyril's, making him give wide eyes to her movement. Knowing he shouldn't say anything to what was happening, this was the time for him to go with the flow. Bringing his wing from out between his side and hers, he raised it over her body before draping it down over her, covering her side in his cool blue wing. He could feel her body was rather warm, so, taking initiative, he cooled his body down, which in turn, did the same to her. Waiting to see if he would get a response, a shiver from her was a good enough one that he needed to warm himself up some. Easing off his powers, Cyril felt Flair snuggle up to his body some more, and since she hadn't said anything, he looked down to see if she would've had a reaction to what he was doing. Once having seen the slight smile she had given, he too gave a smile to her, knowing that she was as comfortable as she wished to be. Comfortable, eased, and happy, this now gave him hope that he really had helped her, and he thought about this as he laid his head down to his paws, I really hope I was able to help you, Flair... I really, really do. With his head laid down close to hers, the two could each hear one another's breaths as they were so close to one another. Having her so close to me, hearing someone else next to me and knowing who it is, it's rather... nice... and I'd be lying if I said I'm not going to enjoy this night. Closing his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief before his body eased up, easing up enough to give him a warm sense of comfort before falling asleep. Opening up her left eye to look at him, Flair was surprised to see he really had laid next to her, that he really was staying the night with her So he... actually stayed? And he's even smiling, even though he knows what I could do to him in his sleep, just how easily I could kill him? Remembering all that he had said to her tonight, this made her let out a short sigh as she knew why. He really... doesn't view me as a threat... I... knew it... I knew I should've killed him when I had the chance... Cause now that I didn't... I don't want to lose him. Closing back her eye once again, hearing as his breathing grew soft, hers did too as she fell asleep with a smile on her face.


"I really wish there was something I can do, but if I see one more wound on your body from her, she's gone. I don't care what you say, understand?" Cyril didn't respond to him, only giving a sad frown, looking somewhat to the ground even as he wished he could think of something to do, "I'm sorry if what I'm doing will hurt you... But... I can't sit around and possibly have her do the same to you that she did to me," Now that he had taken his paw back down to the ground, Spyro looked back to the other Guardians and wished them a goodnight, "If she tries anything to any of you, report it. But for now, I shall be off to bed."


Having left out an important detail, Cyril's body shivered as it woke itself up, remembering something that Spyro had said to him. Giving off a small growl as he didn't wish to wake, the wound that he knew was very much visible to any one had to be healed, or even at least hidden better. Damn... I forgot all about what Spyro had said... And I can't think of anything to play off for my injury. Raising his head up from off his paws, a stabbing pain shot through his chest. Looking down to his wound, it didn't seem to have gotten any better, but much worse as the area inside of it which he could see was turning blue, almost a purple color. That's... definitely not good. Bringing his paw up and covering it over the open wound, he knew he needed to get the wound healed, but he didn't know who to go to. Spyro will surely kick her out, Ignitus is already suspicious, and... I don't know if anyone really would turn her in... I could just go to the Training Room, but... Taking his paw off the shard of ice that covered the hole, it seemed beyond help of what a normal gem could do to help him. I need something more then just a red gem. Knowing of only one place he could go for help, Cyril took his chances as he stood up on the bed, agreeing with himself, I have to trust Volteer and Ersa... I know I can trust the others, I know I could... It's mainly just Spyro... And while I understand him, I wish... he'd understand me just as much. Taking his wing from Flair's side, easing himself down off the bed before finally making it to the ground, this new feeling of loneliness made him shiver. That's... new... Taking a look back behind himself to see Flair, he never felt such a pain before, but only something similar, I've only ever felt this way when coming close to losing a friend, like with Volteer or Spyro... But why when I leave Flair... I... feel the same way now? Giving off a sigh for the time being, he tried his best to ignore what ever was going on with him and continued to make his way to the door once he had turned back to face straight. But another sharp pain stabbed at him, different then that of what he felt before, and this pain made him stop, look back, and think to himself on another topic. Should I tell her where I'm going? It looked as though she was sleeping rather peacefully, smiling even, and rather then disturb her, he once again turned straight, gave a sigh, and breathed, "It's okay... She's okay... Just be quick."

Now trying to ignore the rest of his pain, Cyril headed straight for the door, trying to ignore any other thought that may stop him. The longer I take, the higher of a chance someone will wake up and notice. Making it up to the door, he reached his paw up, grabbed the door knob, twisted it, and slowly pulled the door inwards. Ducking his head out the door some, first he focused to his left, then his right, then his left again as he looked down the hallway. With no one in the halls, this gave a rather nice sigh for him, knowing he wouldn't have to worry about bumping into anyone else. Walking out into the hallway while grabbing the door with his paw and turning, he eased it to a close, but stopped just as the door touched the side of the frame. I need to be quick about this. Backing his paw down from the door knob, Cyril turned to his left and started to make his way to the mate's room. No one better be in those Chambers. Fearful of someone being out here without him knowing, the Chambers were just to his left. Passing right by the edge of the wall and looking into the Chambers, no one was there, making him give a huge sigh of relief. Thank Ancestors. Passing by the Chambers and making it over to Volteer and Ersa's room, he stood by the door, raised a paw, and gave a sigh. Please... Don't be doing anything in there. Knocking on the door, nothing. Trying once again, he got a response from what sounded like Ersa, "Come in."

Didn't expect them to actually be awake... Wait! If they are... No... No no no. Pushing out the thoughts he had, Cyril proceeded as normal, opening the door now that he had permission. Once he had, he saw Ersa had picked her head up to look at him, still awake even during the middle of the night. Things for now seemed normal to him as he saw how they laid with one another. As normal, Ersa and Volteer both laid side by side with one another on their bellies with Volteer's wing being draped over his mate's back. Now having entered into the room, Cyril made his way to the middle of the room and went to speak, but Ersa spoke first, giggling as she had to mess with him, "I was talking to Volteer, Cyril."

"Talking to him about what?" Cyril questioned, not catching on at first, but once he had, he nearly threw up, "Ugh! Ew! Why did I need to know that?!"

"Stop messing with him, beautiful," Volteer chuckled, picking up his head and nuzzling his mate as he did, "Don't worry, Cyril. Me and Ersa were done hours ago."

"Stop! Talking!"

"Hehe, sorry, just messing with you."

"So what did Flair do to you this time?" Ersa asked, and seeing his wide eyes, she pointed to his chest, "That looks rather painful."

"No no no, it wasn't Flair, it was..."

"Cyril, we aren't going to tell Spyro."

"But... Why not? After what she said to all of you, I thought you all would've turned on her."

"One day we will get to her, I know we will, but constantly showing hostility to hostility will not change anything. But I'm hoping you had luck talking with her?"

"You could... say that... Let's just say, if I ever do wrong by her, I'm very much dead."

"Oh, so you should be fine, right?"

"I'm... Not ever going to disappoint, that's for sure. I've already made many promises to her, and I wish to keep them, all of them."

"Well, we believe in you."

"Thank you for the back up you two."

"Of course. But I'm assuming you came in here for some healing?"

"Hehe, yes, please."

"On the third table, closest to the bed. We should still have an enhanced red gem in one of those bottles."

Moving over to the tables, he made it to where he was told to go. Standing in front of the table, the first one that caught his eye was a red glowing liquid that shined in the bottle. Reaching over, picking up the bottle and inspecting it, he turned to face the two and asked them, "Is this the bottle?"

"That, looks like it," Ersa said, but once realising what that bottle was, she tried to stay calm as she warned him, "Actually... Hehe, you're going to laugh, Cyril. That bottle is a near molecular acid that will melt your insides if swallowed."

"Uhhhhhh... What?"

"Well, it would burn through your throat and neck, so you wouldn't really be able to swallow it. But uh, don't shake it cause, If you do, it may over spill and melt the scales on your paw... And the bone..." Swallowing hard now that he had looked at it, he was very, very careful as he turned to place it back down on the table, and once he had, she looked past his arm to see another red shining potion, "Oh, Cyril, that one next to where you just put down the bottle, that one should be it."

Looking to the right of the bottle, Cyril saw the other one, and picking it up slowly, he looked to her and asked, "This one?"

"Yes."

"Hehe, Ersa, are you trying to kill him?" Volteer chuckled, making both the two look at him, "That bottle is an experimental liquid firecracker. If he drinks that, his stomach would pop into a million pieces."

"Oh, hehe, sorry, Cyril."

"What did I ever do to you, Ersa?!" Cyril cried, feeling as she was out to get him, "And why in the hell do you two have such deadly things just lying on the table?! I mean, what if one of them fell and they all activated at the same time?!"

"That's what the gem underneath the table is for," Looking away from him for a second, Cyril looked underneath the table to see a glowing green and blue colored gem, and once having seen it, he looked back to Volteer and listened as he continued to speak, "That gem detects when something goes wrong. So if you were to drop that liquid firecracker on the floor, it would launch out from its spot and absorb the fallen liquid, almost as though it has a mind of it's own."

"That... Actually sounds really cool. Can I drop this bottle then?"

"No. One, that took a while to come up with so you'd be outside of Warfang grabbing all the stuff it took to make it. And two, that gem can only handle so much, and I'd prefer to not waste the space inside of it for something that was done on purpose... And also that gem is pretty rare to find, so you'd be digging through the earth in search for it."

"Most of these gems, I was the one who grabbed them." Ersa wanted to point out

"You grabbed these gems?"

"You got a problem with me grabbing those gems?"

"Yeah, how come it wasn't me you grabbed?" Volteer flirted with her, moving in close to her lips.

"Get on your back right now and I'll fix that," Ersa purred back to him, getting close enough for their noises to touch.

"Can I please just get healed so I can leave!" Cyril cried out, not wishing to be here any longer.

"Oh, yeah... Ahem. It's the one next to where you picked up the second one," Volteer controlled himself for the time being as he backed his head up from his mate's to make sure Cyril grabbed the right one.

Looking back to the table, Cyril placed down the bottle he had in his paw, and to his right was another red looking liquid which he pointed at and asked, "Are you sure it's this one? Like, super positive?"

"Yes, it's that one. The rem gem liquid has some green floating in it as we added some green gems as well just to give a little more kick," Seeing Cyril now pick up the bottle, Volteer watched as he went to drink the bottle as it was already opened, but he stopped him, "Cyril, wait!" Brining the bottle down some, Cyril gave a sigh as he wondered what it could be this time, "I forgot. You might want to take that ice from your chest. With how much stronger this is, as it heals you, there is a possibility that your new chest cover once it heals back will crush the ice, sending the shards both out, and in... possibly stabbing straight into your heart."

"Why, if you're so smart, is it taking you this long to tell me something like that? Especially you, Ersa. Do you two want me dead or something?"

"No, we are just... come back from what we did."

"Oh sweet Ancestors, why the hell did I ask."

Sitting down to the ground, placing a paw over his chest and readying the bottle by his lips, Cyril thought about this the best he could, I guess I should cool down my body to slow my blood flow. Than afterwards, I can drink the bottle and hopefully not have to worry about any blood to clean up afterwards. Doing as he said he would, first, he cooled his body, which didn't prove to be a challenge at all. Now cooled to the point where even he shivered, next was to drink the bottle. Alright, let's be quick about this. Brining his head back some, he put the rim of the bottle to his lips. Using the paw that was on his chest, the ice that covered the hole slowly shrunk before falling down into Cyril's paw. Now with the wound exposed, he downed the liquid as quick as he could. Swallowing the remains of the liquid in the bottle, just as his lips backed off from the bottle, his wound healed inwards, stopping the flow of blood that was about to spill from his wound. The small ice cube shard he now had in his paw, he crushed, getting rid of it and letting the small shards fall to the ground. Now done with the bottle, Cyril placed the bottle back to the table before looking down to inspect his chest, which looked good as new. Now satisfied, he wished to thank the two. But as he had turned, immediately, a blush formed quickly on his face as the two had once again been flirting, and it was Volteer whom was speaking to his mate, "You know, we do have some green gems we can take if you're down for round two."

"Round two? Hehe, we'd be on round four just for tonight," Ersa smirked, taking up a claw and rubbing it around in a circle against his chest.

"So, yes?"

"I don't see why not," Looking over towards her table, Ersa jumped in a shiver, blushing just the same as Cyril as she had forgotten he was even there, "Oh! Cyril! I uh... thought you would've left by now."

"That sounds like an amazing idea..." Cyril gave a nervous chuckle, turning away from the two slowly, but once he had, he then faced to the door and bolted over to it.


"Don't worry, Flair... I won't ever betray you... I promise... Another one... that I will protect you."


That damn dragon... Flair sighed in her thoughts as she had been woken up by sometime, but she couldn't tell what it was. I haven't gotten good sleep in a while... And I thought... maybe being with Cyril would've helped that; being so close to my target and all but... Why am I still waking up? Shuffling some in bed to help get into a better sleeping position, she rolled over to her left side before continuing to think to herself. Maybe it's because... This isn't really what I wanted... Then again, it would feel better if I was still cold. Which, now thinking about it... Why aren't I? Now wanting to open her eyes, instead, she woke herself up now as to get a feel of her surroundings. Out from her slumber, her body shivered, fearful, as nothing seemed right. Why don't I hear him breathing? Why don't I feel him? Once again rolling to her belly, she extended her left wing, feeling around the bed for any sign of his presence, but she couldn't seem to find him at all. Now giving out a growl as she was starting to get upset, she called his name, "Cyril, I'm not messing around. Where the hell are you?" Not getting a response, her frustration now grew to where she had to open her eyes, "Cyril!" Having looked to her left, he was gone, making her gasp, "Cyril...?" Standing up on her bed, first she looked to her right, then left, then spun around as she looked all around for him, "Cyril! This isn't funny!" Ducking down on the bed, she looked underneath it to see if maybe he was hiding under the bed, "Cyril!" Facing the door to see it had been opened, her heart skipped a beat as now she knew where he must've gone, "He... left me...?"

Falling back down to her backside as she looked to the bed with cold, dead eyes, Flair first questioned as to why. Did I... say something wrong? Did I upset him? These thoughts she didn't think too long on as the sadness she felt melted away into pure anger, No! What the hell am I talking about?! I knew this was to happen! I knew he would've left me! A sharp pain stabbed to her heart, forcing her to bring up a paw and rest it to her chest. But if I knew... Why does this still hurt? Hissing through her teeth before taking her paw down from her chest, Flair saw this as a good thing. What ever. Now this just gives me clear indication that I can kill him now more than ever... Easing her body down from her frustration, now, all she could do was sigh as she thought about it. I knew he would've left once he realised what I've done... What ever... I guess... But what could he be doing now? She was quick to think about it as she let off another gasp, giving off wide eyes even. What if he's showing his wound to everyone?! That... That would mean that he's probably talking to Spyro right now about what I've done! If that's the case, how will I ever be able to get back up here and deal with them?! Looking up and to the door, for a glimpse of a second, she was able to see something blue standing at the door. Time for her froze as she thought quickly about it. If that's him, that must mean that Spyro would be right behind him! Standing up, sprinting off the bed and making it to the ground, she made it halfway before the door had been pushed open by someone. Just as the door had been pushed open, Cyril looked straight to see Flair running right towards him, fins sharpened and blade to her side, "Flair...?"

Softening the fins on her head, she ran head first into his chest, making him let out a pain cough. It was enough to lift him some, which, as she's done before, gave her easy access to his neck. Grabbing his neck, Flair threw him back, sending his body straight to the back wall. Just as his back had hit, she dashed forward some to catch him before he fell, which was easy for her. Grabbing his neck, pinning him to the wall, and standing up on her back two paws, she forced him to do the same as she raised him up some, all from the force of his neck. Swinging her tail blade around, it made it to the top of his throat, just above to where she had grabbed him. Feeling as the fins were getting too close to his throat, Cyril looked up some, trying not to get stabbed from them. Closing his eyes as he struggled, he went to speak, but Flair was the one who did, "You move, and he dies!" Once she had looked over to her right to see where Spyro should've been, he wasn't, which only confused her, "What the..." Focusing her attention back to Cyril, she looked to his chest to see it had been perfectly cleaned, and even healed, which she knew exactly who could've done such a thing, "Who did you go to! Ignitus?! Spyro?! Who healed you?!"

"It was... Volteer and... Ersa," Cyril struggled to say.

"Bull shit! You're lying!"

"Flair... please... let me explain..."

"You left me during the night! As far as I'm concerned, that's a betrayal of one of your promises. I told you of my past and you left me, which means I get to decide on your life now. And since I don't appreciate what you did, I feel like that deserves the loss of your life," As all the times before as she threatened his life, he didn't move at all as it seemed he was accepting what he had done, "Of course you don't struggle..." Giving off a sigh, she wished she could've gotten him to fight back in some way by her threats, but at this point, she knew it would be a waste of breath, "Fine! I'll let you breath."

Taking her paw back away from his throat, she backed off of him and went back to standing on all four paws. Now able to breath, he fell down to his fours, tripping a bit as he fell to the floor, still trying to catch his breath. A sigh escaped his mouth as he was thankful for what she was doing, "Thank you... Flair..." Once he regained his balance, the first thing he noticed was her frustration, but because he caught on quick, he stopped her, "I need to stop thanking you for things...! I remember, I remember," Since he got something right, she backed down some, shutting her mouth and easing her fins, "I'm so... sorry... I didn't know you'd be awake. I was hoping I would be able to get healed and come back before you woke up but... Hehe, you know those two mates; They are rather... frisky."

"Get to the point."

"Oh, yeah. So, you didn't hear this but, Spyro said that if you ever put another wound on me, he would finally banish you. He even told everyone else that, if they saw anything out of the ordinary, or if they saw the wound, then they should report it back to him."

"So you went to those he told to report me?!"

"I knew I'd die if I went out of Warfang, and I didn't want Ignitus or Spyro to know of this wound. So, my next best option was to go to Volteer and Ersa. While I could've gone to the Training Room and healed up in the gem room, I didn't want to risk them being awake or something, and the wound needed more then just a red gem. Lucky enough for me, Volteer and Ersa very much wish for you to be good, and Ersa especially knows calling you out won't help. She wishes to help you just as much as I'm sure everyone else around here would."

"You think Spyro putting a hit list on me helps?"

"He doesn't know of your past. And now that I do, I can back you up and we can talk to him about what had..."

"No!" Flair yelled out, shaking hard enough for even Cyril to see, "Look... Maybe... Maybe some of your words were true... Maybe I just want a new life... I just want my past to be forgotten about, I just wish to move on, and I hope that my past will die with me and you, no one else... I don't want anyone else to know my brother or sister's death was because of what I failed to do."

"That's not true, nor is that fair to you. And what your father said is not anywhere near appropriate."

"Let's not discuss this in the hallway..." Turning away from him and facing her room, she didn't wish to say this to him, but she knew she couldn't handle waking up like that ever again, "Cyril... please just... go back to the Chambers... I've woken up from some pretty terrible nightmares and all, but having you next to me, even after what I feared of what could... what would, happen, and then you up and leave, I don't... trust having you by my side," She made sure to pause after this just to see if he would respond, which he did, but only with a frown as she continued before he could say anything, "Just be lucky I let you live."

Taking only a couple of steps towards her door, she didn't even make it to the doorway before Cyril spoke out, "I promise!"

Stopping from her steps, she looked behind herself and asked, "Pardon?"

"I promise I won't ever do such a thing ever again!" She was intrigued of what he was to continue saying, and so, she turned to face him, "I haven't seen you smile before, like, a real, joy filled, smile. I knew I needed to have my wound healed, but I didn't want to leave you. But then I saw the smile on your face as you slept and you seemed... genuinely happy... I knew I should've said something but, I didn't want to wake you and ruin that smile. Which is also why I said that I wished to return as quickly as possible but, since the two had some fun, they were... rather slow... So please... Please give me that chance again. I promise I won't do such a thing ever again."

"You think all because you promise me something, that would make me just say yes?" Flair growled at him as she saw what he was doing, "And I know you're lying. I'd never smile in my sleep."

"Flair..."

"I want to be alone for tonight, alright!"

"I know if I didn't mess things up, I'd still be in there while you slept, smiling cause you and I both knew, things were rather nice."

"I wasn't smiling!"

"Do you not trust me?"

"Just leave, Cyril!"

"I know what I saw, and knowing you're there, knowing I can help you, you know I'd rather you kill me then for me to turn my back on you."

"And if I just wish to be left alone?"

"I understand that, but..."

"Then I just wish to be left alone."

Giving off a sigh, Cyril didn't know what to say as he knew she would have something for everything that he did. Having more of an idea of what it could be, he asked her, "Did I... betray you?"

Already remembering his words that he said to her, she growled at him to see what he was doing, "No, you didn't betray me, but you sure as shit pissed me off."

"Then... Wait... No, no, you know what, Flair, you're right!"

"The hell you talking about?"

"I must've been delusional. It wasn't a smile I saw, but a tail blade!"

"A tail blade?"

"Yes. In fact, the reason I woke up was because I felt your tail blade on my neck. If we would've been asleep as we were for any longer, you surely would've killed me. So you know, if you really do want to kill me, I will accept death this time," Flair now gave off a growl to his words as she knew what he was trying to do, but unfortunately for her, she liked the fact of what he was doing; understanding and turning around things to help her out, "Flair... please... remember all that we've said and talked about over these past few days, just even tonight alone... I'm truly, deeply sorry... I won't ever make such a mistake ever again... I, promise."

I... can't believe he's actually... changing my mind. With a sad, defeated sigh, her attitude changed towards what she felt previously as his words had gotten to her, "Listen... I will take this promise, and if you ever make this mistake again... You know what will happen," Since he stayed quiet while she talked, it was another reason she started to feel at ease, but feeling a smile starting to go across her face, she growled out, "Look! Either stay or leave!" Immediately, Cyril smiled wide, running past her and into the room before heading straight to the bed, making her give wide eyes as she looked over to him, already jumped up on the bed, laid down, and wing out as he waited for her, "Damn him," Making it into the room herself, she reached to her side, tucked a paw from behind the door, and pushed it with enough force to shut it behind her, "If you're lying to me, and you don't wake up dead in the morning, then I will make sure it happens, understand."

"Hehe, it's all up to what your tail blade does," He chuckled.

"It's already twitching, wishing it could kill you."

"Anyway I can help it out?"

"Well..."

"Without it killing me?"

"Hehe, well, never mind then," Not noticing it, she had giggled, and even he had chuckled along with her, but once seeing his smile as she neared the bed, her attitude changed up, "You shouldn't even be laughing! Literally by tomorrow, you'll either die in your sleep, or you'll wake up to your death!"

He still kept a smile on his face even after her threat. Climbing up onto the bed, she went to where she was before; making it to his right side before turning around, facing the door, and laying down to her belly. Not wishing to say anything, Flair looked to her left to see Cyril smirking at her as his wing was still raised, waiting for her to scoot over and join him. Blushing some, she made sure to growl to help keep her embarrassment under lock and key. Scooting over to his side, she snuggled up with him, only this time, to make sure he didn't go anywhere, she rested her head over his paws. Now with her snuggled up to his side, Cyril draped his wing down over her back, eased his head down, and laid his head on the back of her neck.

"Head up," She spoke, which surprised him, but he did as he was told.

Shifting her body, she rolled over onto her left side before scooting back up against his body. Laying her head down on his paws, now sideways, she knew he would've wanted answers, and she made sure to deliver, "Sorry. Just needed to make sure of something, and just so you aren't left wondering; I made sure to have all my fins facing right into your body. So, let's say I have a nightmare; All my fins will sharpen, making you bleed all throughout the side of your body. And since the top of my head is against your chest, there's a fifty fifty chance it'll hit your heart," Hearing as he swallowed hard from what she had said, she was glad to have this fear and reality sink in for him, "You could always just get up and we can talk tomorrow, or risk death now rather than later."

Ignitus, I swear to everything, you give her a nightmare and I'm going to kick the shit out of you. Cyril swore in his thoughts, but now that he was done dealing with one dragon, he knew he needed to help another. Wrapping his tail completely around hers, he didn't see her give wide eyes, but he felt as she shivered, surprised by the sudden tail. Giving off a chuckle, he didn't see her threat as anything to worry about, "You really don't think I trust you? Hehe, I guess I should add more to the trust by putting my tail into the mix. What do you have to say to that?"

It went quiet for a bit which made him think that she didn't care about what he had done, but feeling her body starting to shiver, he felt a cold drop of water touch his paw, which he knew quickly as to what it was. Hearing as she gave off a slight sniffle before growling to control herself, he wished this to be the best time to ease her, "Like I said, Flair, I know who you are, and I'm not afraid of that. I trust you, I care about you, and I'll do anything to keep you happy."

"Fine!" Flair yelled out, making him shiver now, but just from fear, "I won't kill you tomorrow, alright! Does that make you happy?!"

"Flair, my life is in your paws. You choose what happens to me."

"Then shut up and go to sleep!"

"As you wish."

Laying his head down over the side of her neck, he made sure not to ruin this, so he didn't say anything, but instead, closed his eyes, eased his breathing, and went to sleep after some time. Flair tried her best to close her eyes as well, but some tears got in her way which made things a little difficult, but once warming up her face, the tears hissed from off her skin. Damn him! Why! Why didn't I kill him?! Why shouldn't I just do so now! Since her face had warmed up, her body shivered as it started to cool down, and once again, this made things for her difficult. I should've killed him... I should've... But now... After tonight... I shouldn't get attached to this family... I shouldn't...! But... after all he's said... what he's done... how he's protected and covered for me... What... do I do. Trying to forget about it, this proved to do nothing for her as she couldn't. His words were enough to bring out a side of her she never knew she'd bring back, but her lips just moved, "Thank you... Cyril."

Flair didn't feel regret to what she had said, nor did she feel a force fighting against her on what she needed to feel, so rather then try to push it away, she gave a smile. Making sure this time, she gave off a growl to take away this smile so he wouldn't see it, but she couldn't, so instead, she gave a sigh. He really was... right... And now I can't get rid of this smile... But... do I really want to? With her body being both comfortably warm and cool, she brought air through her nose before exhaling through the same, easing her body to perfectly comfortable. Happy, comfortable and controlled, Flair thought once more before falling to sleep, Please keep your promise to me.