Chapter 41: Spyro's Mate Vs Cynder

In an enclosed space, similar to the design of a hallway only much more detailed, walked along a carbon colored dragon. His secondary colors showed from chest, under, fins, and tail blade to a close summer night color. The back of his arms, legs, underneath his back chin on both sides, near the curved part of his legs near his back side, and even his shoulders placed fins. For his eyes, just the same as his secondary colors, they showed a nice summer night coloration. For his horns, he had four; two large ones to each side of the back top of his head, and two small ones that went diagonally inwards close to the back of his neck. This helped make way for his fins that individually spread themselves from head to tail, moving past these smaller horns. His wing span and size showed him to be at least twenty-five to thirty years old. Continuing his walk down the hallway, to his left were individual paintings, separated by pillars that halfway came from out of the wall. On the floor was a freshly waxed and cleaned floor, shining almost, though ahead, a red carpet leading to a door would later rid the look of this floor. To his right, same for the paintings, windows showed to the wall, allowing a look outside while giving the sun a way to look in. To keep light in the sun's disappearance, above him, evenly spaced and carefully crafted were diamond chandeliers that sparkled with elegance. After the walk alone, the dragon made it to the door. It was rather big, enough height for two fully grown dragons to stack on top of each other and still be able to access the entrance. The door, like the floor, was carefully crafted and cleaned to the tip, giving a vibrant color palette of Audacious and Vibrant. The door was guarded by two dragons, one on each side. One had the looks of a fear dragon, and the other, a shadow dragon. Both sat nearly like statues. The guards were laboriously stacked in armor. This armor covered their heads while still giving space for their horns. It covered the tops of their wings, back, tail, and even underbelly, leaving no stone left open, aside from obviously needed space near the face, wing flaps, neck, and tail area. It looked rather comfortable compared to a previously used set of armor back in the day to what they used. In one paw, they held spears that looked carefully crafted by a blacksmith from the use of Whetstones and a Honing Rod. The dragons paid no attention to him, keeping a straight face and a straight look, keeping their job at the up most importance. His paw raised up next to the side of his head, and to it was a device. It curved at the back like a circle, but curved like a flat oval to the front of it. Pressing a button to the top of it, he spoke, "Mr. Amara. I'm outside the door per your request."

Releasing the button on his mic, the door had clicked after he had spoken, signify that she was letting him in. Continuing on ahead, he placed a paw to the left door and pushed it open. Walking inside of the room ahead, to keep the privacy that the doors brought, he made sure to close it gently behind himself. Now turning back around to face the room he was in, it was unlike any normal room. It was similar in a design of the hallway. To the right were three windows, individually spaced, however, they were carefully crafted in all kinds of arts to give color to not only the glass, but the light too from the sun's rays. The top middle of the room circulated upwards rather then a flattened standard roof. At the very top was a chandelier similar to the ones in the hallways, and for good reason thanks to its craft. To the left of the room were other necessities, such as a bookcase made of black steel rather than wood, a sleek console table with a game on top that looked like chess. Lastly was a table. Above it was a small mirror that joined with sticky notes stuck to the sides, and products of some kind on the table. Making his way to the middle of the room, there were small steps up to a heart shaped bed, and a white female laying in a circle on it. She smiled to him, waking up from her slumber that she was mainly faking, "Oh, Axel..."

Standing up from her slumber, her body showed in what could only be considered as a light and color of that of an angel brought down from the skies above. Her white scales showed in a color that matched the purity of a freshly made cloud, but near perfect to the color of a white dove. There were really no signs of secondary coloring. Her eyes, her wings, her claws: they all showed white. The only different coloration was in her wing flaps and fin flaps, but even for those, they were only a slightly darker white then that of what she had. Her fins from head to tail all connected, being at their highest on her head, slightly shorter on her back neck; the back of her body, and slowly disappearing down to her tail blade. Even for her blade, she wasn't a combat female, showing almost a feather built blade compared to Axel's that was close to an axe. The horns she had were just as slick and smooth. The two she had to either side if her head curved up, slightly down, and the same going back up at the tips. Her body also had fins, though compared to Axel's, their showing made themselves know to the sides of her shoulders and back ends. The stretch she gave, the coloring shining in onto her, and her oh-so-soothing-movements, like a gentle snake, made Axel blush, just not heavily, being use to her by now. Now fully awake, Amara was ready for the day to continue, "Please, call me Mrs. Amara. You're here soon going to be addressing a married woman after all. Or at least, I hope that's the case. You said something about hearing from my mate, Spyro?"

"Yes, ma'am," The clipboard underneath his wing, Axel reached under and grabbed, going over what was learned, "One of our soldiers, Silas, the shadow dragon we sent with Alpha Squad to investigate and report back information regarding the capture information, incapacitating methods, or a way of direct confrontation with the purple dragon named, Spyro, has reported back a... success, story, however, he has some demands and apparently evidence of contact with the purple dragon."

"Evidence?"

Only needing a couple steps to make it up to the bed, on the clipboard and underneath all the papers above was a notebook. Un-clipping the notebook from his works, Axel handed it to Amara, allowing her to analyze it herself. She was quick to open it up and look through the pages, skimming as to find out as much as she could in as little as possible. In the process of her reading, Axel continued his talks, "The notebook has unfortunate scribbles and whatnot from Silas, which we expected from the state of which he left his lover to go off on this mission. Looking over the information, we've found Spyro's rather... unique..."

"Oh?! Do tell!"

"Silas was spotted and captured by Spyro, learning of the fact that we were investigating him. In the midst of the capture, he was threatened, but never acted upon. Apparently from the reports of Silas, Spyro's a rather kind hearted dragon. He could've burned the notebook, though after a talking down, he was heard out by the purple dragon. He had two dark dragons as allies that would've torn him to shreds, but that didn't happen either. Spyro seems serious when he needs to be, but very caring when the situation calls for it."

"Ooooooooh..."Amara shivered joyfully to hear, "So he's just as gentle as he is strong and handsome?"

"If you like more on what Spyro's said, he wrote down something at the end of the..." Axel stopped with wide eyes to see Amara immediately run through the pages and to the very end, in hopes of finding her mate's writing, "Book..."

Making it to the page, Amara smiled wide, blushing even to see such handwriting, "This is... Oh... Oh, oh my gosh~! I need him~!" Turning the notebook around to show Axel, she was in awe over Spyro's detail, "This font is Risotto Script! I'm not surprised someone of his stature understands how to write with such ease and delicacy but..." Feeling her body warm just thinking about Spyro now, her paw started to wave to cool herself, "Oh... is it... is it getting hot in here... Axel... what's the temperature outside because I feel like I'm burning up!"

"Sixty-eight degrees Fahrenheit and twenty degrees Celsius. Clear skies after last night's storm."

"Oooooh, I have to read this!" Trying to calm herself, it barely worked, but she was still able to read in an easy tone, "'Please refrain from the continuation of your information gathering. If you'd like to know more about me, or wish to discuss anything else, I'd be happy to talk with you IN PERSON TOMORROW!'" Jumping up and down on her bed now, squealing with joy, Amara couldn't believe what she was hearing, "Axel! Did you hear that?! Spyro would be happy to talk with me! And to think, he's already this excited to meet me! Imagine just how much more excited he'll be when he actually sees me!"

"Silas was also hoping for a job well done, he'd be able to get some extra cash to help pay for his up and coming mate proposal."

"Oh! Obviously! He can have double for making such contact!" Holding the book to her chest and falling down onto her back, the thoughts and understanding of being able to finally see Spyro made her heart flutter, "Oh, I can just see us now... How sweet he'd be... how amazing of a father he'll make for our hatchling... The late nights we'd stay up going at it for hours till we're dry, OH~!" Amara's moans and constant wish to move her fingers further from her stomach and more down made Axel back his head now, trying to ignore the movement and noises, "But wait! He has abilities to heal and cure! Which means, we could go for days! Months! Every waking second! Oh~, Axel... I need him in my life... I need him... In me~..."

"Ahem... I can, um... start the preparations immediately then..." Axel tried to stay strong, but once she rolled to her stomach and faced him in the eyes with a lust filled smile, he shivered, "Um... ma'am, are you... okay...?" As she went to look down near his hind legs, specifically between them, he was quick to block the view with the clipboard on hand, "Ahem! I should go before I embarrass myself."

"Embarrass yourself how, Axel?" Axel's heart raced through the roof to hear her lust, to see, and know what she was feeling right now, and even though he's experienced this many times, it still got to him, "You've been my... escort; therapist, I guess you could say for six years now. Anything you got hiding down there, hehe... no need to cover it... I've already seen it plenty of times before."

"AMARA!" He was at a lost for words.

"Hehehe, I'm sorry, I'm just excited to finally meet Spyro!" Her innocent giggle made him grumble, "If we are to head there though, we will need some soldiers at the very least, but who..." Thinking about someone in particular, her fingers snapped, having the perfect idea, "Oh! I know the perfect girl for the job!"

"Let me guess... Celina?"

"Oh, absolutely!" Amara was one hundred percent on board, "She's one of our top Assassins. There's no mission she's ever failed, and of course, the added bonus of the fact that she's a shadow dragon and cares little to none about human life is perfect! If there's someone who tries to get in the way of me or my Spyro, I'll have her execute them. Though she'll be a last resort. Don't want that blood on me or my mate."

"Not to be rude, but she's a dog without a collar. If you let her into a place unknown to her, especially a place we've never been before, nothing would stop her from killing someone she doesn't even like the looks of. We have reports of Malefor being a rather hefty joker compared to his original Dark Master self who was all about war. I get she didn't love her parents for the abuse they did, but with their deaths, what if she snaps and attacks him?"

"Then, oh well. Spyro's our only focus. We get him, we get out, and if he wishes for accommodations for his friends, there's already a mansion prepared in their honor," Since everything was sent in stone at this point, there wasn't much else to discuss, "So, get the team ready while I freshen up. I hope me talking long enough has given you time to... retract your, you know what... so you may walk about?"

"Amara..." He knew exactly what she was talking about.

"Oh, you're fine."


"How am I fine?!" Spyro yelled out in the hallway of his room, covered in water with Cynder off to the side to avoid having been covered.

"It's just water!" Malefor defended himself over by his door, whilst Carith stayed off near the entrance door.

"Bitch! I saw tongue while you were making out with, Carith! That saliva string is probably on me! And why the hell did you even shoot water at me in the first place?!"

"Because you surprised me at HOW MUCH OF A BITCH YOU ARE!"

"You want to go?!" Spyro erupted into his darkened purple form.

"I don't swing that way, so no, I will not 'go' anywhere with you!" Malefor got into his own dark form, "Stranger danger!"

"Alright, let's all just calm, down..." Carith made her attempt to bring things back, "Malefor, Spyro's right about the saliva thing. And Malefor, you're right about not swinging the other way. Especially not after the feeling of having your tongue shoot down my throat," While at first trying to keep on track about what was going on, her voice trailed off to much more, exotic thoughts, "Makes me wonder how that tongue would feel if it went down into another place of mine..."

"What?!" Malefor wasn't quite sure if he heard that right.

"I was wondering the same with Spyro!" Cynder gave a rather happy giggle, confusing the other two now to hear her in such a good mood.

"Same what? What did Carith say?" Spyro was at a loss.

"Cynder... I'm super glad so don't take this the wrong way but... why are you so... happy?" She questioned her friend, and even when she asked her, only a blush showed to her smile, not a frown, "I thought you'd be afraid, considering the day that's about to take place."

"Oh, I made sure to help with the coping of those fears," Reaching around to Cynder's back buttocks, his paw got a nice firm grip on one, causing her to jump, though she giggled, "And before you say anything, Malefor, no! It wasn't sex! Nor was it chains!" Malefor's lips smacked close, "Just simple love and a talk, that's all that happened... Which..." Coming out from his dark form, Malefor did the same, knowing he wasn't going to be a threat, especially not after what he had to say, "This day... I promised to Cynder..." His focus backed from Malefor, focusing his heart, eyes, mind, and soul on the smile and emerald green eyes that Cynder had, "I will make sure there's not a single time those lips won't go dry. Though, with what I want to do with you, I don't think us blocking our view from the others will conceal the moans and us laying on one another."

"I'm sure I could use my shadow powers," Cynder seemed much more happy talking on it now, "You need to just be careful. I've learned my powers have a way of becoming almost like a secondary body. So don't expect if you somehow feel my tongue while you're biting my neck."

"Ooooooh~" Spyro was happy to hear.

"That sounds like it would feel weird," Malefor questioned the actual enjoyment of it, "Then again, a female doing something that a male usually does for himself is a thousand times better so..."

"And what would that be?" Carith smirked, wondering if he was talking about something else.

"Oh? Well, if you're looking for the answer, just look for it in the name," Waving his paw to the sky while using his other to wrap around the back of Carith's neck, it was perfectly planned for him, "Ben Dover... Dixie Normus... Jenny Talia... but for the real answer to your question... I believe the name you're looking for is, Jack. Though, he was late for our little meeting, so we gave him the nickname, Jack-u-late."

"What was the meeting for? How to be an idiot? Because of course you'd be the president of that group," Spyro crossed his arms.

"Aw, come on, dude! It took me a while to come up with those names... why you gotta be so rude... don't you know I'm human too...?"

"Yeah, just for that alone, I'm taking one of your lungs."

"You're... You're what?"


"Pissed off!" Claire sat down in the bed with Ignitus in the Sleeping Chambers, still upset about last night.

"Babe, I didn't know things were going to get that spicy, I swear," Ignitus was rather afraid of how upset she was.

"Oh! Now I'm your, babe?! So you have the decency to seduce me, but not finish me?! So glad you're having the fun and enjoyment of getting off!"

"What?! No, Claire, come on. You know I'd always be a man and let you be the first to... you know..."

"No...! More...! Sex stuff...!" The two jumped, not realizing that Terrador and Trish had at some point, made it to the back room along with the others, "You don't understand what it's like to not have rooms that are EVENLY SPACED!" Terrador showed his eyes, covered at the bottom in purple having not gotten enough sleep last night over a debacle, "So, not only did Volteer and Ersa decide to take a ride to another dimension of moaning and sex stories; we tried to switch to the room that was next to where Flair and Cyril was. But NOW! Because those two are getting more close, they decided, HEH, LET'S HAVE FUN TOO!"

"They had sex?!" Ignitus and Claire both cried together.

"HELL IF I KNOW!" Terrador cried, "All I know is, I know what it's like to hear Volteer's name be moaned a hundred times, and Cyril's! Both parties wouldn't calm down with the horn-dog shit, so at like, six in the morning, we finally moved back over here and tried to get some GODDAMN SLEEP!" Rubbing his forehead after the night, it was like a coin flip to him, "I was use to us snoring back in the day, but now I have to get use to everyone moaning?! I'd... rather... die..."

"You could still use this to your advantage," Ignitus had an idea, "Think about what Malefor would do for you. I'm sure he'd be on this whole situation. He'd never shut up about both sides and what they did, so you'll be able to secretly annoy them as much as they annoyed you."

"Ugh... naw... it's fine... Me and Trish will probably stay back and rest a little more before coming back out with the others. The only reason I'm even sane right now is thanks to, Trish..." Almost like a sudden gust of wind, it hit Terrador at his realisation, nearly at the same time for Trish too, and she smiled rather wide to hear him say it out loud, "Wait... I'm... I'm happy! I'm not depressed that everyone else has someone to love, I'm not really upset that everyone was enjoying their time with the other because... we're here! Compared to back then, look at us now! Ignitus... I... you...!"

"It's going to be a much better adjustment than having to wake up being stabbed by an ape or a dark creature," A smile showed to both brothers, completely overjoyed with how things were going for them now, and even for Terrador, the two shared a tear, "I think me and Claire can give you two some privacy while we have our own little talk in the Chambers if you need it. I know Trish has done a lot for you, and... Trish... if you can hear me say... Thank you... I never knew Terrador would heal from his wounds, but your love and devotion for him healed him beyond any power I could ever use."

Terrador looked down to see the tear that dropped from her eyes, and since he smiled down onto her, Ignitus knew that she had heard. Understanding it himself too, thinking about where they were now compared to then made him rather enjoy the conversation he wanted to have with Claire now that much more enjoyable, "If it could make it up to you, what if I take you to the White Isles tomorrow?"

"No," She rejected him, crossing her arms and facing away from him even, "Because we'll get there, you won't show me your room just because you're scared something would happen, and we'd leave."

"And here I thought you'd like the fact that your moans could run as wild and as loud as you'd want them, having a place just to ourselves and all."

"WH...?!" Even though she was made of ice, she could feel fire wanting to erupt out of her mouth, and past her teeth, "We will talk about this, in the Chambers."


Taking a very heavy sigh now being alone with just Cynder, Spyro walked with her down the steps and into the hallway. Malefor and Carith had taken the lead, appearing much further down to a point of almost disappearing. Because of the distance, the two knew no matter what was to be said or done, they'd have privacy all to themselves. Spyro was more focused on it, noticing that Cynder was facing straight, just not in a normal way. Deep to her thoughts, she wondered and feared for the inevitable arrival of Amara, and all the way down from her shivers, Spyro saw right through these fears. Giving a gentle touch with his backside to hers, her head raised, facing him now and seeing he was smiling. Now with her attention fully diverted to him, careful words were chosen in hopes of easing her fears, "Hehe, don't worry, Cynder. Everything's going to be fine. Either way, at the end of the day, we'll still be together as we always have been. After all, you still own my life after saving me yesterday."

"How did I save you yesterday?" Cynder tilted her head some in confusion.

"Let's see... aside from your poison dump to give me a stronger stomach to poison; you smiled at me, talked to me, kissed me, nuzzled me: the list just goes on and on and on," She sighed, seeing what he was trying to do, and it worked enough to grab a smile, "If it makes you feel any better, I'm excited to meet her for reasons that don't involve love. Such as the idea of her actually having a powerful army. I am afraid that her only agreement to me being able to use that army is for us to become mates but... I'm sure there's something else that could be done."

"But... what if there isn't?" Murmuring low, Cynder ducked her head, having thought some rather awful scenarios in her head, "I'm confident in surviving on my own, and I know I don't always need you a hundred percent of the time in my life... but... Even after our night, I stayed up a good bit... wondering what could happen if you said yes to her deal... One possibility would be my darkness taking over out of rage to get you back, to show you that I could be your army... But then nothing would matter... At that point, you'd have already moved on. They would kill me without you knowing and as time passed, you'd... forget about me..."

"Cynder..." It sounded like a nightmare he would've had for her one day, only the roles being switched.

"I shouldn't be afraid, and it's another thing I know for fact... But... we don't know who these people are or what they're capable of... And what if... what if this day takes a turn for the worse?" Now being able to openly speak with someone about her racing thoughts, most of what she had to say just poured out, "What if they attack us, what if they have some, advance technology or strong dragon that can poison and paralyze us for an easy kill! What if they hold Warfang hostage unknowingly to you and try to use it as a way to force you into becoming her mate?! I just...!"

To her sudden surprise, Spyro made his move to calm her. They were close to the Chamber entrance but far enough away to get the privacy needed. Stopping a wing in front of her, touching a paw to her chest, and spinning her to have her back rest against the wall, he stood almost, same for Cynder. Moving his paws now, to give the understanding of how confident he was, while one paw rested off to the left side of Cynder's face against the wall to hold himself up, his other one grabbed hold of her chin: a finger to one side and a thumb to the other. Unable to really act from what he had done, all she could do was listen, "Believe me when I say... everything's going to be alright... If things go south, hide behind Flair and let me and Malefor take care of it. But know that, at the end of the day, what do you say we do something a little more... exotic... tonight?" Her eyes focused solely into Spyro's now, taking in everything he was saying and doing, which not only eased her, but excited the same, "What do you think? A story where you try to tame a savage beast such as myself but it doesn't work. So then, I make my own move to attack."

To the pleasure of both, almost like he was making the story up right now, the lips of both of the two connected, surprising her once again: not having expected him to go through with it. While pleasure was definitely felt from the two once having closed their eyes, Cynder feared herself, feeling the shivers in Spyro's lips, knowing her words had gotten to him in ways she had wished were kept a secret. Is he... shaking because of what I said... about what might happen... or... about me, and my desperate attempts and hopes to get back with him... and the inevitable loss of our memories together...? Shedding a tear to this idea, it only made the kiss more powerful. Spyro felt this shift of devoted love from her, enhancing the pleasure he felt, and he knew why, An army or not, what's the point of trying to save the world if the main one you're trying to do it for is gone...? I don't want Cynder to feel these fears... so then... Backing his lips away to continue the story he had, his eyes opened, same for hers, and he raised a brow, "Oh no... Looks like my attack has succeeded. Will you continue and use your powers against me, or give in and admit defeat?"

Growling to him now, this little play between the two helped get the edge off if even for a little, "Just you wait. I'll have a counter attack ready. Then we'll see who's admitting to who then."

"I look forward to it," Adding on to the love, Spyro made sure to give Cynder a nuzzle, something else that surprised her and definitely something she nuzzled back to, "Oh..." Keeping things together in the most perfect way possible, he didn't want for his head backing to be the end of their love session, and knew he needed something to have a lasting impact, "I have a mission for you, my little shadow," She didn't know why, but hearing him say such a thing made her scales shiver in excitement, "I expect our night tonight to be as I've said before, exotic, and as such, I'll need for you to stealthy find ways we can... excite... the other."

"Oh, I'm sure I already have something in mind," Cynder giggled.

"Care to share?"

"I'll only show you what I have if you show yours first."

"So then, tonight's a date?"

"I guess it is," Both smiled, promising the other in their own way of tonight's fun, keeping the excitement going by once again giving a heartfelt kiss.


"Carith, I feel like us girls need to have as serious talk with one another," Sat in the Chambers next to Ignitus, Claire spoke to her friend whom sat next to Malefor on the left wall, "Usually most men would jump at the idea of being able to have some fun with a female, but for some reason, it seems like they're taking every step possible to avoid us!" Carith knew exactly what she was talking about, taking a peak at Malefor because of this, "Flair has it lucky. Cyril's ready at any second to take that next step, but for me and Ignitus... it just feels like... we're not going anywhere. I don't know how many hints I have to give but... what if... the reason he's holding out, is because he hopes when Amara shows, he'll make an attempt to get with her instead."

"What?!" Ignitus hadn't even thought about it, "Claire, I just... I'm scared is all."

"Scared of what? Rejection? After being together for as long as we've been, what are you afraid for?"

"Yeah, come on, Ignitus. I know for a fact you could please a women," Malefor believed in his brother from another mother.

"I walked in at the wrong time," Volteer sighed, walking into the Chambers and making his way to the back with Ersa, "Let me guess, this has something to do that's sex related, and if I'm also correct in guessing that you're talking about Ignitus, I... surprisingly have to agree. AND NO! Not because I'm a women, Malefor!" Malefor growled to have been stopped, and now that Volteer was able to sit down and face the entrance with Ersa, he continued, "I don't know what is with you all. Things are going great right now. Why not use this opportunity to take that step and make the most of your memories? You say no now, but so did I with Ersa, and what a mistake that was."

"Which is actually why I didn't mind what happened the night before with Trish," Terrador walked in, standing by Ignitus's side while Trish stood next to Ersa's, "Honestly, if anything, being Trish's lover... I've... never been happier..." Hearing him speak so highly about her, Trish giggled, nuzzling her head against the side of his in a show of love, "Hehe..." Terrador chuckled, blushing even for the feeling, and once she backed, he made sure to look her in the eyes, wanting her to know the truth, "I love you too, Trish."

His words caused the drop of a tear, but his help didn't stop there. Since the others were around, the kiss the two shared was tamed, and the two liked it that way. Adding on to the group, Spyro and Cynder had finally made their way into the Chambers, heading over to the right wall to sit down and join in on the commotion. Rather questioning on to why Malefor would say this, Claire wanted answers, "And how are you so sure Ignitus would be able to please? Wait! Ignitus, are you scared that you won't be able to... perform, well?"

"It's not a performance issue," Ignitus blushed, "It's just the choosing of a right time and place."

"So, in a way, you do want to be my mate, you're just waiting for the right time?"

"I... I..."

"Then what better place then the White Isles and your bed!"

"WAIT!" Malefor cried, scaring everyone at first, even more so as he ducked to an almost attacking position with his ass in the air, "Do you all hear that?" The others listened, and sure enough, the sound was coming from the right side of the Chambers, and the others made out the whispering, "Is that... Cyril and Flair...?"

Everyone tried to listen as closely as possible to what was being said, unknowing to the two who tried to be secretive about their discussion. Cyril's back touched the wall, giving Flair the freedom to have all the open space she needed, not wanting her to feel trapped if it were the other way around. She was the one to sigh on today and what it could bring, letting her fears be known to him rather than to hide them, "Sorry, I'm just... scared... I know I shouldn't be, and I full heartily trust you, it's just..." Not facing him but rather looking to his chest, her paw reached up and rested to it, feeling the beat of his heart to help calm her, "Last night was... perfect... Past my little... display, when we first got to my room... I didn't yell at you... there wasn't a fight... a dispute, a reason to fear... nothing... After you helped me with my fear for having killed that dragon... I feel like I have no other reason to doubt you."

"But today and Amara showing has you pretty shaken up?" Flair didn't face him, only shaking to show that she was truly afraid, "Hey... as you said, there's no reason to doubt each other, especially not our future together. Hehe, as a plus: remember what you said? If I behave, I get a taste of those lips. You think a, disgusting male, such as myself, would pass on having such a feeling?" It wasn't something she could fight against, having said it plenty of times before, "Remembering back too, don't you remember the tears that we shed together last night, getting to know each other even more, cuddling together, flirting with one another... nights like those will continue from now and forever... I promise."

Blushing on last nights adventures, still keeping to the theme of being honest, Flair wanted him to know, "I really wish I had never tasted those scales of yours. Now I'm over here, begging for more."

"Were you not doing so all last night though?"

"Which only makes me wanting us to kiss that much more exciting, but... scary the same..." Her paw slid from his chest, falling down and alone to the ground, but keeping her from thinking that way, Cyril's paw grabbed a hold of hers, and she smiled to him for this, "I know you'll make me proud. And I know you may try to protect me if something goes wrong during this meeting, but let me handle everything. You're... too kind hearted... and it's something I love... I don't want you to turn into me, so I want to take over to be as ruthless as possible to get it through their possibly thick skulls that we shouldn't be messed with."

"I'm sure Malefor or Spyro can handle them if they're looking for a fight."

"It really all comes down to how you all really are. You all say that you love us, but when this occasion arises, it will really put you all to the test. So just... remember what's at stake here. If you do try to leave me, I will not hesitate to end your life, or hers, and I know you know that full well."

"I'm getting that kiss tonight. There's no chance in hell I'm messing this up."

"You say that..."

"I know that," Cyril was confident in his abilities, keeping himself at the highest he could be to show his strength, "For now, the biggest problem to worry about is going to be Malefor messing with the others, and I'm sure that will piss you off. And also my sexual advancements against you, which... while the others may be afraid to admit their feelings of being mates, what do you think our first night should be like? You thinking cowgirl, or, maybe reverse?"

"How about my blade?"

"Oooooh... I wouldn't mind laying back while your tail does some work."

"I'm not talking about using it like that," Flair growled, blade now cuffed to his neck to give him a better understanding to what she meant, "And don't think for a second you'll just enjoy yourself. I expect some work being put forth too."

"I'll be the six, and you can be the nine, that way you'll have my chest to lay on," Cyril's voice turned to pure lust.

"We will discuss this more later, but for now... I'm... going to have to go back to my more, aggressive side," Her blade backed from his neck, unfortunately making her frown and even somewhat him, being rather fun for the two to finally speak and act out of love and care, "It's going to take a little longer for me to trust the others, and I definitely don't want to show my... weak side on a day like this when someone could show who they really are underneath their lies," To his surprise, she pecked him on the cheek, helping turn both their frowns around into more of a soft smile, "I know what you've spoken about when it comes to the Guardians, so I do trust them. Once this day is officially over, or at least, when Amara's gone... I'll feel much safer."

Cyril nodded in understanding, "We will all wake up tomorrow as we always have. Only tomorrow, I'll be rocking out and having the time of my life to know you kissed me. Which... where do we go from there? Does that makes us... lovers...?"

"Today, just as every other day between me and you, is a test. Like I said, your scales were painfully delicious as it was... It was like tasting the greatest ice cube..." Shaking rather hard and suddenly, Flair wanted so desperately for some kind of way for a release over these fears, and she wanted to throw this out there just to see what he'd say, "I wouldn't lie... it's times like these where I wish we were more. Making out with you or... being able to have some fun as a way of release I feel like would help my nerves."

"Well, since I can't do either of those for you as of right now, I'll just take a page from your mother," Raising a paw up, Cyril showed an ice cube to Flair to which she blushed to see, "You... haven't really needed one of these since we've been together... but I know it should still hopefully help you just as much as it has before," Flair shed a tear to see he still remembered, wasting no time in taking it from his paw; dropping it into her mouth to taste its cool feeling, "I'll be sure to give you more throughout the day, especially once we're cuddled up to give you the easiest, coolest, and most comfortable time," Ending off their little discussion, his claw reached up to her cheek, wiping the tear from her eye to which she also appreciated his help on, "What do you say we go join the others now?"

Flair was in agreement; and so he knew what he was doing mattered, she was honest with him, "Keep acting this way, and maybe I'll take a blind eye to another kiss or two."

"Hehe, sweat."

The two turned together, and unknowing to them, the others in the Chambers almost all had their heads peaking out and around to see what was going on. Their turn made everyone jump, quickly heading back to where they were to sit, trying to reorganize themselves before any suspicions could be drawn to what they were doing. Malefor made sure to come up with something quick, knowing he'd be the first one looked at when the two arrived. Sure enough, Flair, under the comfort of Cyril's wing, showed her teeth to him as soon as they walked in. Because Malefor knew he was showing drops of sweat, he needed a conversation that would complement these drops. He was quick to find the perfect cover story, just not one that wouldn't embarrass himself, "And I didn't want to tell Carith, but once she rolled over, waking me in the process, I had to pat my head a couple of times to see she had such a smoken body for someone who's suppose to be made of ice."

"She's not, 'made', of ice, idiot," Volteer knew he was trying to cover things up about them having watched the other two, and them fighting helped that, "And I'm sure Carith would be devastated to hear you saw her from underneath."

"Which means I must not be appealing if he only looked but didn't act," Carith sighed.

"Hehe, don't worry, something was acting 'up' for sure," Malefor chuckled.

"Now I'm actually wondering if you're telling the truth or not."

"I wouldn't be surprised if I was or not. But, hey! Going back, Ignitus, what's up with the dodging, my man? Claire's looking for some fun, you'll provide, and everything will be alright."

"I..." Ignitus couldn't even get out a word.

"Are you scared of being a father? Like, because of lack of experience even though you should know all, or that you don't want to have one because you're only looking for fun?"

"No! I'm just...!"

"Brother! If it's a size issue, you're going to do fine!"

"I'm sorry... what...?" Claire was now in full questioning mode, just the same for most others, "What are you talking about? You know Ignitus's... size...?"

"No... maybe... who's asking?"

"Abort! Abort! This is a bad conversation!" Volteer and the other Guardians wanted to move on.

"Okay, now I'm curious too," Ersa covered Volteer's mouth for a second, wanting this to be cleared up, "Malefor... how do you know about Ignitus?"

"Look, when there's females walking around looken all thick and whatnot, your mind likes to dream about stuff. I've woken up at night before, tossing, turning, and whatever else, and I just... saw..."

"This is beyond uncomfortable..." Terrador growled.

"What?! Why is it uncomfortable for me to know that you're not a female?"

"It's uncomfortable that someone other than either our parents, or our mate, knows of such a thing!" Cyril was agreement with the others.

"Awwww... You guys are just upset because I could rate you all low and demoralize any hopes of y'all getting some puss."

"MALEFOR!" The Guardians all about had it with his constant talking.

"Malefor, we all know you're lying," Claire crossed her arms, seeing this as a complete false show of information, "If you're not, then what would you rate Ignitus from a scale of one to ten?"

"My boy, Ignitus...? Hmm..."

"Please don't answer..." Ignitus grumbled.

"I'd give my boy a nine point five!" Malefor laughed, finding this situations all too enjoyable.

"The fact that you had to go back and remember is... disgusting..."

"A... nine...?" Drool started to drip down Claire's mouth, watering and heating up just thinking about him now, "Nine... inches..."

"Hehe, oh, you looken for inches? I'd give my boy an twelve, close thirteen."

"Goddamn it, Malefor! Shut the hell up!" The scales to Ignitus's face showed the same coloration to lava they were so red.

"I just gave you props! What's wrong with that?"

"Twelve..." Claire giggled rather happily, wiggling some before shooting stiff and falling to Ignitus's side, rubbing up against him even in a show of lust, and need, "Ignitus... If you ever need help for anything... anything at all... you just let me know... I wouldn't mind going on a round world trip... though hopefully we stop at pound town every once and awhile."

"Pound town! Hahahahaha!" Malefor was enjoying himself all too much, laughing and smiling to see such embarrassment from all the Guardians, "Hey, Hey hey hey, Claire. Make sure to use OxiClean to get those tough stains out once you two are done! HAHAHA!"

"So, Volteer... does that make you and Ignitus related because of the similarities in size?" Ersa purred to her mate.

"What?!" Volteer cried, "Hey now... I feel like we should all just back up and..."

"What's Terrador's size?" Trish was quick to ask next.

"We should ABSOLUTELY back up now!" Terrador backed his head.

"No, you know what, before anyone else gets their information... Malefor," Carith wanted her chance, "How big are 'you'."

"I don't know like, ten, maybe eleven foot."

"I meant below the waist."

"Oh, well... if my height is eleven, then it'd be like, six... because that's half my height."

"You're the biggest most professional virgin I have ever seen..." Volteer sighed, understanding what she was asking, the same went for the others.

"Actually, I'd consider myself a bye-sexual," Malefor wanted to correct his yellow friend, and his word use gave wide eyes to everyone, "A bye-sexual is being single for so long that you don't even remember what it's like to have romantic or sexual feelings... OH SHIT WAIT! That literary applies to all of us! It goes into the whole, how did we last the war for so long! it was because, we were, bye-sexual! Hahaha! That's perfect!"

"See, this is why we love Malefor," Cyril wished to point this out, "Because, he reminds us that, even though we're failures, there's always someone else out there even more disappointing."

"Oh come on... You're just mad that I have the power to tell Flair about what your boy be packing. Which... Flair... care to know?"

"What was it that I said I wanted to do a night or two ago? Something about how Ersa told me that bones actually taste really good?" Flair thought about all the ways she could violently mutilate Malefor's body, "First off: I don't give a shit. Second: If I wanted to know, I'd look for myself. And thirdly: don't you find it weird that you've seen more places in a man than you have women?"

"Uh, no. You see, I am a man of very high class. If you can't walk around all naked and free with your brothers, then you ain't brothers, your acquaintances."

"And also hella weird," Spyro finally spoke up to say something.

"Come on, Spyro! I feel like our friendship will transcend reality!"

"That sounds SOOOOOO, SUS!"

"If it makes you feel any better, if I were to go for a guy, it'd be Ignitus, so you're fiiiiiiine."

"I'M SORRY, WHAT THE HELL KIND OF SHIT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" Ignitus backed, completely disgusted in all kinds of ways to hear.

"Not like that! I'm saying like, I feel like I know you more than anyone else," Malefor tried to quickly explain himself, "In Wind Waker, you remind me of Valoo, or even the boat. DUDE, the boat looks very close to you even though he's supposed to be the King of Red Lions. And! And and and and! You remind me of Igneel! He was a fire dragon too... though... I couldn't stop crying when I read that he had di..."

"SPOILERS!" Volteer cried as loud as he could to cover this up.

"Bitch, what you mean spoilers? I know you've already read it. And you can't say spoilers on something that happened years ago. Or like, if two characters get married and have a kid later on, and you're just like: 'DoN't SpOiL ThE StOrY EvEn ThOuGh I AlrEaDy SaW ThaT ThEy GeT ToGeThEr,'" Malefor purposefully mocked his friend, somewhat a little annoyed to hear that kind of excuse, "All I'm saying is, Ignitus, I feel like we have a close relationship with one another, like some brotherly love!"

"Stay away from me..." Ignitus ducked to a growl.

"Don't make it wired."

"I have placed a restraining order on your ass and are not allow within miles from me!"

"I...!"

Everyone's eyes went wide, including Malefor's in the sudden shift of his body, like it was being forcefully pushed by an invisible force. Even though he was still sat to the ground, something started to push him, and the others watched his body as it slid on the ground. It was weird to see him being moved without him being the one to move himself, so it was like he was frozen in time. His body pushed past Carith, made its way to the entrance of the Chambers, and to make it even weirder, his body kept spinning around, claw raised to say something but didn't. Now out of the Chambers, Malefor just sat there, looking to the others and noticing all eyes were on him. Trying to reach into the Chambers, he couldn't, and was instead met with what felt like an invisible wall. Feeling all around now, Malefor was able to climb on it like a wall, but from all sides, he couldn't enter the Chambers. Slamming his paws down, there looked to be no way for his return, and Malefor cried for this, "Let me in... LET ME IIIIIIIIIIIN!"

"No! The restraining order shall stay in effect until you quit with this weird shit!" Ignitus wasn't allowing him any access into the Chambers.

"Oh, come, on! All I'm saying is, if I did swing that way, I'd admit that you're cute looking!"

"I WILL MAKE SURE YOU'RE SENT TO HELL!"

"Ignitus! Please! I'm all sad and alone out here! I'm sad... and thinking about Carith being over there... I'm sad and... hey, Volteer... can I use that 'H' word, or is that taking it too far?"

"Well, let's see our track record," Volteer decided to go through all the things that had just happened in the past week, "Cyril said he saw pussies, you're over here talking about our sizes, Ignitus had a little talk about his... rooster... so if you're trying to say the word that has to do with feeling or arousing sexual excitement... go ahead. Let's see just how bad you can make it."

"Carith! Please! I'm sad... sad and horny!" Malefor cried out loud, smacking the invisible shield with his fists in a show of tears.

"I've never in my life knew of a family this weird before," Flair had the same blush that all the other's had: one that covered their cheeks red to show a new look, that being a fire dragon.

"So you're saying... you don't like it here...?" Cyril smirked to her.

"Are you kidding? I'd take this over any kind of bullshit I'd have to deal with on any day!"

"Malefor!" Carith cried for her lover now, running up and over to him, "It's okay, my love, I... I feel like I can help you... in both ways," Turning to face Ignitus, she gave her plea, "Ignitus, please, I'll keep him in check! He's just confused is all! Let me teach him the ways of being a well behaved mannered dragon!"

"Now that I'm thinking about it, how do you all think Malefor would act if he actually did have sex?" Spyro asked this to the others.

"Probably the exact goddamn same," The four all agreed in grumbles.

"Damn dude... thinking about the fire dragon look alikes... Ignitus! Bro! I'm out here crying and shit thinking about your death! Let me back in!"

Spyro didn't like the sound of that and took a step in to end the fun, "Hey, Ignitus..." He got his father's attention, "Could you please just... let him back in... I'm sorry if I'm killing the fun but..."

"It's okay, Spyro," Ignitus understood with a full heart, thanking his son for looking out for him, "I understand your fears..." Going back to a different self for a second, he needed to make sure he was safe for a second, "You are not to be suspicious for the rest of the day, you understand me!"

"If you think I'm suspicious, then vote me off! But I'm telling you, it was red! It's always red! He vented!"

"Shit reference!" Cuffing his paws over his mouth, Volteer called him out on it.

Ignitus decided to let him back into the Chambers. Bringing up his claws and snapping his fingers, the barrier disappeared. Because Malefor had been hanging on it for a while, he knew the barrier had disappeared because of the fall he made back to the floor, landing to his front two paws and standing back to all fours. Smirking, blushing even, Malefor wanted to question his lover real quick, "So, Carith... I noticed, while I was hanging up on the barrier, you kept taking quick peaks underneath my hind legs," Carith's face immediately turned red, not knowing he would've caught on to her looking, "You know, if you really want to see, I can show you. Just, be warned. I'd say I'm the same as the other Guardians: packing a nice one if you know what I mean."

"Please, let's never speak of this ever again," Ignitus sighed, wanting this all to be erased from his mind.

"But I didn't get the answer to my question..." Trish murmured, a little sad to see and know that she wouldn't be getting the answer she was looking for.

"I'll show you later, how about that?" Terrador raised a brow.

"Really?!" Stars showed to her eyes having heard him say this.

"What about you, Flair," Cyril smirked to her, "Would you want to check me?"

"You know what... why not," Flair sighed.

"Really?!"

"Oh, absolutely. I've torn and sliced off plenty of body parts before, and you'll give me the last piece of a bloody puzzle."

"It puts the lotion in the basket," Malefor gave a rather evil sounding voice.

"Oh... ahem... I shall retract my previous asking..." Cyril ignored him.

"But, look on the bright side... If... Malefor is telling the truth... then I wouldn't worry at all for us not being mates down the line," She took her chances in admitting it.

"I'm both scared and excited."

Things had now died down within the family group, many going into conversation with the other, or they simply sat to listen in. The room had cleared once Malefor and Carith had moved back to their spots, giving Spyro clear view of the entrance, awaiting in nothing but fear to see the arrival of someone at any point. The constant needing for fear gave way to all kinds of signs, many of which he didn't want to show. There were hidden signs, like an increase in heart rate, racing thoughts, and inflated chest pains. But there were many obvious outside signs to how he felt: shaky claws, sweats, focused eyes on one singular direction, and the excessive back and forth on wanting to stand in case of an emergency. These emotions all compiled together, turning what should be an easy meeting into a nightmare. "Spyro, everything's going to be alright..." The emotions, even as strong as they were, were fought back against and slightly ignored to hear Kettu suddenly speak in support. "If anything happens, you can count on us for support. Just focus on trying to keep that promise to Cynder. We'll let you know if something's off." Xvar joined to help the same. The help they provided was massive for Spyro, and he made sure to let them know this. Thank you... both of you... I'm a little surprised to hear you two talk so freely though. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the idea of our alliance and friendships being known, it's just... it's a good thing to hear you two, that's all. It was strange for him to feel a sudden shift in his darkness. The feeling wasn't bad, but rather pleasant, almost like the darkness itself enjoyed the sense of ease. "Just be you. It's worked for us and many others." Sighing for a way to prepare, there wasn't much thought he could give on what he wanted to say. Bumping her side against his, Cynder was successful in getting his attention, "You doing okay over there? I'm guessing the sweating is just because you're afraid of losing tonight's episode, and me gaining the upper paw on the beast?"

"Whaaaaat? No way I'm going to lose, even though losing to you I still consider a very hefty win," Spyro smiled to which Cynder giggled, "But..." Rather being joyful, he sighed, "I'm still a little scared to meet Amara. I know the Dark Master may be afraid of her, but I'm confident in my abilities, just still cautious. I'm also afraid that, the only way she'd ever give me her army is by me giving her something of my own in return. Hopefully she's not as pushy to be my mate as Ember once was."

"Ember?" Cynder slightly snarled, "That pink dragoness that you've talked about before?"

"Yeah... her..."

"Have you ever had second thoughts about turning down her offer on you two becoming mates? Did you... wish you had accepted rather than declined?"

"Honestly... I don't wish to think about it... I feel like if we did end up getting together, The Terror of The Skies would've brought back the Dark Master, killed the Guardians, and the whole earth would've been taken with it. So on that note, no, I don't have second thoughts. It feels like no matter the chance I have to settle down, there's always something else at my ass, or trying to take it, considering Amara and Ember."

"Am I one of those nuisances?" She murmured.

"What? No, Cynder, of course not... Our love happened in the best way possible. It felt like I'd never get the chance to tell you that I loved you, and because I never knew if you loved me, I felt like I'd just, die alone... Which I guess is another reason why I don't care to give up my life to save the world..." Looking to his paws below, Spyro gave a rather depressed sigh to know what he is and was, "I'm not trying to be arrogant and put myself up on a pedestal, but... I feel like I'm the hero in the world... nothing more... I'm meant to live, save it, and die trying. And every day something catastrophic happens, we just barely scrape by... I... scrape by... But then... what happens when the day comes that my luck... runs out...?"

"Hey!" The growl of frustration and anger scared not only Spyro, but the others the same to hear Cynder so upset, "It's not called luck, it's called a family. You're just as much of a helper as we are to you. Your near death experiences were not, luck, based, they were 'me' based. I was there in the Volcano to save you, I was there to heal your lungs, I was there for the second battle against the Dark Master, and I was there for the Destroyer! So don't think your luck running out has anything to do with it. That is, unless you think I'm your luck, which in case, I'd never run out on you... because I love you," Spyro had no words; stunned to feel like he had been put in his place, and the way she acted, violently enough that her tail even flicked up to his neck in a show of intimidation, Flair smiled to see where she was getting this side from, "Stop talking about your death before you piss me off even more than you already have."

"Yes ma'am..." Spyro whimpered.

"But... hey..."

Dropping her tail down, Cynder understood all that he was going through, and didn't wish for him to have something else to fear. Her paw raised to his cheek, resting there and giving her something to grope, wanting to feel his scales and see his smile. The smile she gave to him, and the gentle back and forth of her thumb on his cheek made him smile to see her support, which was exactly what she was aiming for. Taking more of a step towards him, near chest to chest, a blush showed to both, and lust grew within her voice, "You're a hero to all... but a lover to one... You may believe that you'll die a hero, but your more made, and built... to be a father..." She felt his heart suddenly race, saying this after the fact on their chests touching to truly feel his reaction aside from just seeing, "I've missed our time being parents... so... If there's one thing me and you can do later on... what do you say we get back together with our hatchling... and really ease away the worries of the world?"

"Wa-wa-wa-wa-wait," Flair waved both her paws in front of her face, "You two... already mated? Then, Cynder, what was with all that fear you had of Spyro rejecting..."

"Full story is needed I see!" Cynder was quick to cry over her voice.

"Speaking of hatchlings: Spyro, Malefor, I forbid you two from ever doing anything heroic that's in the public eye for at least a month," Ignitus for some reason gave shivers for something that had happened that he was subtly getting to, "My clones and I need a good month or two to wash out the stories that so many dragons have written over the course of yesterday alone."

"Oooooooh, stories? What kind of stories?" Malefor hoped that they were juicy.

"Make that three months for having to make me remember..." A hefty sigh dropped from Ignitus's lips, recalling all the stories that were written from yesterday's event, "Malefor, your stories in many women's minds consist of you feeling terrible for all the dragons you killed, or were, forced to kill. To make up for it, you... go around and mate with every female in Warfang to repopulate the lost lives."

"Aw, hell yeah!"

"WHAT?!" Carith showed teeth in an instant.

"No no no! Not like that! I just mean, it's cool to see others believe the truth. So I'll no longer be seen as a villain, but rather... Ignitus, in the stories, how big is my...?"

"However big the women wants it..." He shivered in disgust.

"Once again... Hell yeah! Oh, Carith, would you be down for us to do something like that? Where you feel bad about it too, or, NO WAIT! What if, and hear me out on our story!" Malefor smiled rather wide, blushing on just the thought and excitement, "So, I'm crying on our bed about what's happened, so you walk in and try to comfort me, but nothing works. As a fall back plan, you ask if I'd do anything to make things better, and I quickly agree. Then, you ask for me to mate with you, and boom! It will absolutely happen!"

"You'll mate with me tonight?!" Carith didn't mean for her to sound so excited about it.

"Gotta work on the story some more though... You can't make a hatchling if your gettin some head."

"I'm sorry... head?" Flair was confused along with some others.

"Yeah, you know. It's another word for blow..."

"Moving on!" Ignitus nearly stepped forward to stop Malefor from saying anything further, "Spyro, the stories you have on you are just... well... you're very much a... promiscuous... apparently..."

"What does... that word... mean?" Spyro was confused to where he fits in to this.

"Hehehehe, damn, Spyro," Volteer and Ersa of course knew exactly what that word meant, "Cynder's going to be real pissed hearing you have sexual relations with a number or different partners on a casual basis."

"Hehe, yeah, look at how pissed I am," Past her closed eyes, fake smile, pulsing vein to her forehead and blade placed dangerously close against Spyro's neck, Cynder tried to hide her anger.

"I didn't do anything! I swear!" Spyro raised both his paws, afraid of the tension that her blade gave to his neck.

"So, Ignitus... what happens in these... stories...?"

"They want... everything he has to offer... The use of his dark powers, his light ones: A threesome, quadsome, late-night gaming where Spyro would spin a bottle and who's ever name it lands on, he simply shrugs his shoulders and mates with them... It just... it goes on... and on... and on... And that was just from one day alone..." Ignitus continued to shiver over the looking back he had to do on plenty of the stories he'd wish all were erased from his mind for.

"Looks like I'm going to have to get back in to murdering people then..." The blood thirsty nature showed back for Cynder.

"You know... we could actually play that game you and I," Spyro smirked, not looking directly at Cynder at first, allowing her to turn around and face in shock and awe before looking back to explain, "I don't know... Maybe we could do the spin the bottle thing, though it would always either land on you or me. For some challenge ideas, maybe we could, oh, I don't know... make out for five minutes. Stretch out and stand to our feet, but you must show your front to your partner, not your back," Cynder's tail blade dropped to see the smirk, getting her rather excited, liking the idea of playing around with all forms of romantic interaction, "Uh oh... I spun the bottle and landed on a make out session. The other partner chooses how long the kiss will last, and... If there's tongue."

"Oh! Oh! Oh! If we're playing games, I have an idea!" Malefor was all for the gaming idea, "Sexy truth or dare! Flair! Truth or dare!"

"I'm not..." Flair could barely even speak.

"Just one and I'll shut up for the next whole minute! I promise!"

"Please just go through with it!" Everyone begged aside from Carith, seeing his silence as a heavenly gift.

"UGH! Fine! It'll take your stupid truth!" Flair nearly spat out her mouth, already knowing what it was going to be.

"Is there anyone you'd mate with right now?" Malefor gave his question.

"Oh wow, how original. Piss off! I'm taking a dare then."

"I dare you to tell me who'd you mate with right now!"

"No one!" Flair's paw slapped to the ground, "Stop thinking me and Cyril will have sex when I haven't even known him for a week!"

"What about once the week's over?"

"I'll make extra sure you won't see the light of day."

"Awww, you're a lot of fun. But, going back: Ignitus... Why won't you admit that you want Claire as your mate?" Ignitus gave a sudden, rather serious look to his question, almost like he was pissed for him bringing this subject back up, "Whoa whoa whoa! Dude, I was just... asking... a question..."

Malefor noticed his vision wasn't directed to him, but the entrance instead. Looking there the same, he, along with the others, watched three dragons of secondary elemental users in full armor and gear walk down slightly to the far end of the entrance. The two dragons that could face into the Chambers faced straight: tall and proud with their weapon and shield's bottom supporting them from the use of the floor below. The third dragon faced down the hallway, keeping watch for anyone who may attempt an appearance from down there. The same was for three more dragons that were shown to the left, however, the third was hidden. This was because a seventh dragon, not like the others in full armor, stood to the middle of the group. The white wind female wore a scarf around her neck that wrapped and hung down to her chest. The Guardians and Malefor all knew of who this was, and to keep the greeting short, Ignitus wished to greet her, "Hello... Amara."

"Ooh, what a greeting," Amara giggled once having sat, covering her face so elegantly, trying to hide the blush that only added to her beauty.

The girls all grew defensive, showing teeth without even knowing her personality yet. But the looks alone gave them red flags, adding on to their fears to see that the Guardians were right about how she looked. Shit! They weren't lying... she's probably the most beautiful women I've ever seen, Flair didn't like the competition, and in some what of a thankful eye, she looked around to see the same was for the other girls, so she wasn't alone. Looking around only made things worse, now seeing the blushes and slight jumps some of the male bodies gave from their raised heart rates. Flair's focus was quick to direct, wanting to see how Cyril was handling her appearance. Past his blush, shivers, and obvious liking of what he was seeing, she could tell he was trying: all the men were trying their best, aside from what looked like Spyro. Cynder was afraid of how he'd react. And for many, they couldn't figure out what he was feeling. His body bounced from his heart, but he wasn't blushing. His eyes were focused, checking her body from top to bottom, but his mouth didn't water. Even for his sweats, they had no idea why he looked scared in a way. Without anything to go off of, not even his own voice, they couldn't understand anything from him. Amara noticed Spyro checking her out, and in a near seducing fashion, her shoulders closed in on the sides of her chin, showing the smoothness and near perfect nature of her body as it flowed, "Hehe, see something you like, my mate?" Cynder tried to control her growl, but her teeth still showed, "Don't worry, this body is all yours in do time. And must I just say, for someone who's only sixteen, you look deserving of a Ancestor's holy body, though I hope mine will do just fine for you. As time goes on, and you grow to an Adult, don't worry if your legs don't work. I shall have my military look over the world while our bodies connect throughout the days and nights."

"And is this... the only way for a... peace treaty?" Spyro finally spoke.

His voice made her body melt, and yet the other way around for the others, believing he had made up his mind now on seeing her in person. It was a constant look back and forth for many. They wanted to focus on Spyro, and yet, at the same time, Cynder had a reaction of her own, and same went for Amara. For many, the air around grew uncomfortably heavy. Amara didn't notice it, knowing she had all the cards in her paws to do however and what ever she pleased. Cynder full well knew this too, only making it worse for her to endure what was happening, I can't... I can't tell what Spyro's thinking right now! If I act, will he hate me?! If I ruin this chance for him; if I'm the cause of this peace talk going off the rails... he'd... he'd hate me for it! He wants peace, and this may be the only way to get that, aside from the Dark Master! Talking to herself made it all the more painful to watch, perceiving the gravity of this situation. The sweat and fears that were horribly shown out to all gave Amara a hidden smile, seeing Cynder nearly desperate to the point of crashing under pressure. Just wanting to make things worse while still keeping to what she came here for, Amara was steady on her decision, "But of course, Spyro. It's a win-win for all, don't you think? As you can see from my men here, they are highly trained, heavily equipped, and ready for any war thrown their way. Our military ranges from Private to General: each having a very high statues for a good reason. Our dragon's weapons and armor are made from a heavily reinforced yet light material known as: Amalinstro. It's so deadly, it could easily slice a dragon's limp clean off, and made from the best and finest blacksmiths."

"And how could this military keep peace within the world?"

"Oh, please, it's not even a challenge for our forces. After all, we made the Dark Master himself run tail between his legs from our power, and from there, we only grew stronger," Amara was very pleased to talk about their military power, "Our dragons could easily take down the Destroyer. After all, we've rebuilt our own in a training course. The material that we grabbed from your previous encounter at the Dam: we picked up a few pieces, researched it, reshaped it, and made it only stronger. However, from it being such an old rock basically, it's proven to be a simple cut and dry operation if needed to be taken down," Hearing how powerful their group really was forced eye brows to be raised from all, excluding Spyro, deeply listening on all before showing a reaction, "But see, we don't just brute force everything. We also have many subdivisions: assassins, heavy hitters we call Tanks, hyperactive ability users who's abilities have far surpassed our own, and of course our science team who've been hard at work to give us plenty of tools that come in many forms of advancements."

"So then... what could that work... do, for all of the people here in Warfang?" The others tried not to hold their breaths, hearing what sounded like hope, and an inch forward being given to Amara's side thanks to Spyro's voice.

"We could do an absolute makeover. We don't rely on walls to keep our citizens safe. In fact, we simply use checkpoints and watchtowers in key locations we've placed all throughout our borders. They report in every five minutes or so to our team tower. This allows dragons to freely move in or out of our city for miles with no need to fear otherwise. Also," Looking around at the interior, and noticing it as they had walked in, Amara suggested some changes, "If you'd like too, we could change the color around here, as well as upgrade the lighting for a more, remarkable feel. It's well lit, and the lanterns around and on the walls give off the same light and shine as a light bulb which is very impressive, but... Maybe we could up that. We could install lights on the ceilings heading down through the halls: paint over these modern colors which, I'm assuming you went for a, Natural and Earthy? It works very well in keeping with the outdoors and blue sky, but I'm sure there's more we could do here."

"I actually like the home I have," Cynder smiled to see the step back Spyro took now, not appreciating the hate she had given, "If it has a roof to protect, and you have friends and family there with you, you could make anything a home. I use to sleep outside over an overgrown mushroom and a tree for ten years. There is more comfort and love put into this place that I could ever ask for."

"Oh! But of course! If you wish to keep things how they are, I completely understand and would never push the renovations onto you, my love," Amara took this simply as information, knowing now not to make such a mistake again to anger her mate, "But, I'm sure we easily come to agreements that taking those walls that cover Warfang down would really brighten moral. No need to keep others from fearing on a war that no longer exist."

"It actually... still does..." Spyro sighed, "There's another dark master out there..."

"Who's building another army with plenty of followers along the way, yeah, we know of him."

"Wait... You already know of him?!" This was shocking news to hear.

"Well, we don't know their leader. We've interrogated his followers before, and it seems he only gives his name out to his most trusted and loyal followers. We are slowly gathering information here and here. We have an idea where he is, as well as the fact that he's a fire dragon user, but other than that, we're in the blind. But, that's the best part about shadow dragons. You see, nearly every ability has a secondary use. For shadow dragons, because they basically live in shadow, they possess the ability of night vision. This really helps with our Intel gathering, so here soon, we should know his identity, so I wouldn't worry."

"It's... really... that easy..." Looking to his paws in awe, he didn't expect for them to find and do so much more than he ever had.

"I'm sure you could've done it all on your own though, Spyro," Amara knew this would be a perfect hidden jab at how Cynder treated him, "We know of your skills and powers, and there's doubt in my mind you could easily handle his army. But don't worry, unlike your... ahem..." Dodging even the idea of Cynder being Spyro's, a correction was needed, "Sorry... unlike 'that' female, Cynder, I won't hold you against your training. Our rooms are outfitted with the most powerful and up-to-date combat scenarios. It's much easier to grow stronger in a short amount of time by sparring with some of our best! I won't hold you back against your training because I'm not... obsessive..." Giving her an intense look, Amara watched as Cynder backed her head, growling, but not saying anything against her, "I do require we have sex at least three times a day. Once in the morning, another in the afternoon, and before we go to bed. If you wish to do more, we will go for as long as you wish."

No one really had anything to say, knowing this was a conversation of the big boys. Cynder tried her best to sit still and listen, hoping Spyro would make the right decision, but to see him really thinking about it now, she couldn't sit by any longer. Clenching in rage, she made her stand, and made sure her voice was heard, "So you don't actually care about the lives of others?" Amara raised a brow to this, and for Spyro, he stopped just to listen, "If you know all of this is going on, and you know what you could do about it, you choose not to? So while others are out there, dying, and living in constant fear for tomorrow, you're sleeping soundly at your safety compared to others?!"

"Being completely honest, you all could've done the exact same a while ago, but you know your weaknesses," Amara tried to keep her cool, "Spyro's your only ray of sunshine for you... all of you. The reasons he can never get anything done is because you all hold him back!" She was successful in making everyone feel awful for how it did seem, "He has to fight your wars, fix your mistakes; your previous screw-ups! Tell me, who around here has not relied on Spyro's help at least once in their life? Huh?" No one said anything, many looking off to not show their embarrassment, "And I bet you all constantly go to him for help almost each and every day. He has to keep someone in line, he has to deal with his obsessive lover, the other purple dragon, and even the citizens all by his lonesome because you all are too weak! You all couldn't even handle a hostage situation without Spyro having to swoop down and save everyone himself!"

Repeating what's already happened, there was no say against what was factual: all feeling horrible to hear it out loud at just how much they really did rely heavily upon Spyro and who he was. Amara scuffed to see their weakness, "You all never give a moment to Spyro, do you? And even when he gets it, it's cut short, or turned on its head, isn't it?" Once again, no one spoke, each trying to look for something to refute her statement, but nothing came to mind for anyone, "This is really the life you wish to live, Spyro? Sooner or later, they'll want your help on something that you'll fail at, and all the trust; all those memories you made with the ones who are supposedly your friends, will turn on you. Trust is hard earned yet easily lost. You're simply everyone's punching bag here. You take on everyone's hate, aggression, past, and sadness all by yourself! And you get nothing in return for it!"

"YOU'RE WRONG!" Spyro was fed up with his family being bashed in all of the worst ways possible, and all gave wide eyes for varying reasons, "No one here was saved, SOLELY, because of me! I didn't even save Malefor, Carith did! Cynder saved my life, not the other way around! And the same goes for everyone around here! They all put in their own work and effort to get to where they wanted to be. I'm a shoulder for them to lean on, a breath of fresh air when something goes wrong that they can't handle. The way they handle things, I couldn't have asked for any better. If they would've acted during that hostage situation, someone would've died, and we all would've had to live with the fact that those lives, the blood that was spilled, was on our paws."

"The Guardians don't care about lives, Spyro. After all, look at what happened at the Temple. An absolute bloodbath. We could've helped too but, we were just in their way. Hehe, and, I find it pretty funny. The first pair set up the dumbest idea to collect all the hatchlings, go after the Dark Master, and die, leaving you remaining four to fend for yourself. What hero's, am I right? Then again, you four wouldn't know. Couldn't save those hatchlings, couldn't save the world. Seems like nothing you've done has been worth anything without, Spyro."

"We never wished for things to go the way they did," Ignitus hissed through his teeth, "We recognised the mistakes of our previous helpers and tried to make things right. We reached out to your group when the four died, and you rejected us. We knew we were fighting a losing battle, but we still kept trying. You couldn't imagine what it was like to understand your life was useless! We knew we would've lost, and we did! We knew we would've failed... and we did! Every step of the way, nothing went our way... and all we did was suffer for other people's mistakes!"

"Sounds to me like your lives should've ended a long time ago," Amara nearly brushed her shoulder in saying, giving no regards to how the Guardians felt, and Spyro gave a massive shiver for this, "You all are old: a thing of the past. You weren't able to accomplish something then, and you can't even do that now, so why bother waking up every morning and act like you'll actually do something, knowing you aren't benefiting anyone?"

"It most feel nice to have everything handed to you with no work done to yourself," Terrador couldn't believe that he was almost agreeing with her about their weakness, but he stood strong, "While we were off trying to heal the wounds of the past, we were constantly turned away to. You woke up every morning in peace and solitude, whereas we were forced to wake up to screams and the color red nearly every day. Sorry we weren't only focused on one thing, because it's not like we had to deal with deaths within the family, relationships issues, post traumatic stress, or the thought that a day may come where we'd have to kill our very own friend... our brother!"

"Excuses excuses," No care was given to the Guardians, "Spyro was ten years old. He probably didn't even know how to fly, how to fight, or even how to use his abilities, and yet, he saved you all, saved the world, and ended the Terror Of The Skies. And what were you four doing? Probably shit all. Funny how history repeats itself at least twice. You all were pathetic then, and it appears like it will forever stay that way."

"Shut up, you stupid bitch," Flair spat, immediately grabbing Amara's attention.

"Oh? Are those your last words?"

"Let me be the first to apologize for you. I know your brain likes being the size of a blood cell, but there's more that happens in people's lives than simply saving the world. Volteer was suffering the loss and maybe even death of Ersa. Ignitus had to act like a big brother to all while still shouldering his own issues. Terrador was used by two women, each who abandoned him for being too kind. And Cyril had no one. He lost his brother, was used by his mate, abused by her, lived in constant fear over her, and all while losing his parents. Sorry they weren't mentally prepared to be ducked out on! Sorry they weren't the reason you all got pussy hurt for what the other Guardians did! And I'm deeply sorry you only know how to be a massive waste of air when literally anyone else could be using that extra space."

Amara found this rather amusing at this point, "Wow... you're a real piece of shit," Snapping her fingers, the four shadow dragons readied their weapons, "You talk a lot, but let's see who's having the last laugh when blood starts filling your lungs."

The four shadow dragons took a step forward to advance, and while Cyril knew of what was spoken about, he still jumped in front of Flair who was already on the defense. But this show of force was beyond unacceptable. Walking from where he sat, Spyro stood in front of the four soldiers, not allowing them to pass, and not even seeing a need for his dark form. Amara snapped her fingers once again. The four stood down, backed away, and went back into a defensive stance. Now that he stood in her way, she knew she couldn't harm him, "Spyro, my love, careful. I know Flair's been a rather big pain in your ass. After all, we saw the scuffle when you were ambushed by all those dragons, or at least, the females. Flair seems like a real ruthless killer, and after how she killed that dragon, I'm sure a heart doesn't reside within that soulless shell."

"If this little talk is to continue, there's going to be a couple of ground rules," Spyro had some demands before this was to ever continue, and Amara listened to them, "One: leave my family alone. Last I checked, I've leaned on them far longer and for many more reasons than they have for me. Second: if you harm anyone I know or love, or the citizens within Warfang, I will not hesitate to act on a singular war fought on my own. And thirdly: this isn't supposed to be about the past and how shitty it was, both in decisions and actions. This is supposed to be a peaceful conference, and I would like to politely ask that you keep it that way."

"Anything for you, my love," She was all for it and on broad, "Going back to the matter at paw, when would you like to get married? I can set us up in any location needed. Everything you can choose. That includes location, the proposal, the gem, and even the accommodations. Don't worry about not being ready. I'll have some men fetch whatever you need to get ready. Oh! And, what kind of cake would you like to have? Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, or maybe a cake made out of cookie?"

"Amara..."

"Yes, handsome?"

"I called this meeting here to tell you that... I... I... won't... be your mate."

"Hehe, your so... wait, what?!" Cynder gave a wide, hopeful smile to hear he had made up his mind on the whole situation, and where she gave a happy giggle, Amara gave sweats, "Bu-but-but... Spyro! Look at me...! How could you reject our love together?!" Spyro opened his mouth to explain, but Amara was so quick and desperate to find the answer, "There's no way your murderous female over there could ever be any better than I am! You could actually get a good night's sleep next to me! I could give you the best sex for the rest of your life! You could have your own castle! You can't actually be serious about turning me down! I mean... just think of the fun we could have with my ability and all the different ways I can use it to pleasure you!"

"Hey, Carith, I just realized something," Malefor surprisingly got her attention, "I have the power of wind, right? Well, not only could I blow... but... I could also suck just as much... So I wonder, how would that make a women feel down below...? Care to... take the test?"

"I... I... I..." Carith immediately broke from his words.

"Don't worry, I'll still use my tongue too."

"Amara..." Spyro sighed to see how defensive she was getting; rather unfortunate now to see she wouldn't go down without a fight.

"Spyro, look at me!"

Almost standing up to her feet, her wings stretched out, as did her arms, showing off all of her body in its otherworldly beauty. Flair's paw quickly snapped up to cover Cyril's eyes to which he didn't fight back against. Ersa needed nothing to do after what she had said, and the anger; the frustration the three remaining Guardians had was too much for them to even consider her something other than disrespectful. That didn't stop blushes from forming however. Even for Malefor, he tried to keep himself together, but seeing her body made him cough incredibly hard: chocking on his own spit for not expecting her to do such a thing, "Ack! Uuuugh... Ack! Holy... ugh... holy fricken shit... ahem!"

It was unfortunate for Cynder too, seeing at the corner of Spyro's cheek was a blush. Things only got worse the more her body moved: the more Amara spoke on her beauty, "My scales show like clouds; feel like the most comfortable of fur and cotton, and act as a perfect resting place that no bed or parent could ever provide! The warmth I can provide, in and out, far surpasses the warmth of any fire female you could mate with, and like a swan: I act as a permanent partner, and use my angelic features to give my soul mate the quintessential life!"

After hearing all that she had to say, Cynder felt at a loss in her league and statues, Spyro knows I'm not perfect... He knows there's others out there far better than what I am... I've never had the experience or knowledge to truly give him the loving life he deserves... but... it sounds like she could... So... would it be best if I... agree... to let him become her mate...? Spyro still hadn't responded to what Amara let out, almost like he was mesmerized by what she had said, finally showing an understanding of just how perfect she really was. Thinking deeply on it; thinking about giving Spyro up to someone else, her soul burned, uncomfortably from heart to stomach. No! I'm not going to let this bitch take him! Not after all the hell we've been through together! Ready on her advance, she made one step before Spyro finally spoke, "Hehe... Hehehe... Hahahaha!" His laugh confused all, especially Amara, thinking that he saw her as a liar, which she was ready to prove him wrong at any point, "Every time someone talks about how Amara is this or, this is how Amara acts... I always think of Cynder on it."

"WHAT?!" Amara was disgusted to even think of herself in the bottom barrel with someone like her.

Spyro... Cynder tried to hold back tears.

"Spyro... don't put yourself so low! I mean, come on... have you seen yourself?! Once you grow to an adult, your looks will out match and become history in its handsome features!" Still trying to keep up the pressure, she wanted him to understand he could do better, "Why on earth would you want your... legacy, to reside, inside of a women like that?! You know what she's capable of! You've experienced it! Our child, or children, would start the next generation in genetics: beauty, strength, intelligence! What could Cynder offer? All she'd do is hold the hatchling back from understanding what's right from wrong."

"I don't want my child to be stuck up, that's for damn sure. So if you want to play this game, let's go," After hearing all the shit talking that Amara gave to Cynder, Spyro cracked his fingers in preparation for all he had to say, "My, murderous female, could kick your ass, already proving much better strength than you. As long as I have Cynder, I have perfect nights of rest. I care for heartfelt sex, I already live in my own castle, and what pleasure with your abilities could you give me that Cynder couldn't, considering she has four to your one?" Amara was ready at all arms to attack back against that, but he wasn't done, "Cynder's scales show like a storm cloud: blocking the sun's damaging lights and giving me hope and ease on the approaching rain. Her scales sing to mine; relaxing them in a way that gives my body away to her, and the warmth she's provides both in and out has far rivaled my purple flames. And as we are swans; she's my pen, where I'm her cob."

Cynder was in a show of tears for the overwhelming support that Spyro had given her. All from his voice, to his body language, and even the smile he had shown the entire time, everything was sincere and from the heart. Volteer knew just as much on what those two words meant, and while he wanted to be the one to have said it, Ersa couldn't help herself after Spyro's display that she incredibly appreciated him doing, "But, Spyro. Usually the pen and the cob mate for life. Are you still going to stand by her being your pen? Your mate?"

"I'll dig my claws to the ground in order to stand by it, even in a hurricane," Spyro looked back just to give Cynder a smile: feeling it hit her directly like a warm flame.

Her heart now slammed to see him in such a light. Everything was perfect for her, and even with Ersa saying what she did, to see Spyro agree in ease was everything she could've ever asked for. One good thing lead to a bad however, and Amara bit her lip for what Spyro had done, "You rejecting me only wants you more..." Spyro didn't trust what she was to do and made sure he gave her his full attention, "Dragons have turned on others just to talk with me. I've turned brothers against brothers, lovers against lovers, and even mates. But you just won't budge... The worst part too: I've read that a man dedicated to his female in the way you are... packs a rather nice size..."

"She's telling the truth," Ersa nuzzled Volteer thanks to her shoulder, "You were solely dedicated to me, and then... bam... hello gigantic."

"Terrador wants to be the same with his future mate!" Trish giggled happily out loud, making Terrador blush, "Oh, hehe, sorry, my love. But, both disgustingly and thanks to Malefor, I already know... which... Ooooooooh! Does it make me excited for our future!"

"Psst... Flair..." Cyril tried to grab her attention, mainly as a way to look away from Amara since Flair's paw no longer covered his eyes.

"If this is about your size, I will cut you in half, but specifically, 'it'," Flair growled, knowing he was going to ask her this.

"So, I'd go from twelve to a maybe six or seven... you like it small?"

"You better not be lying about that twelve..." Cyril gave wide eyes to see her blush and hear her lust within that singular sentence.

"Flair... are you... even more excited about us becoming mates now?" He raised a brow to her.

"You just better not be lying! End of conversation!"

"It's unfortunate too," Amara sighed to a failure, "We asked our spies to find out your size, but they were unfortunately unsuccessful."

"DUDE, WHAT?! HAHA-HAHAHAHA!" Malefor found this incredibly funny where Spyro found it incredibly uncomfortable, "Dude, Spyro, that means, behind your back, there were probably only dudes trying to check you out! HA-HA-HAAAAA...! Which... which... hehe... wait... actually... now that I'm thinking about it... man... that must've been super weird for a dude trying to check another dude... A really hope no one was in to it in a creepy way."

"Malefor! Shut! Up!" Spyro growled at him, trying to hide such an image, "Amara, I... ugh..." After hearing this news, two claws rubbed between his eyes, "Listen... I don't want anymore of your spies or, assassins, or... anyone for that matter that works for or even against you constantly giving updates on my family and their well-being. I wanted this meeting to end in the win for both sides. If the past was already a failure, that means we have so much to learn from here and now, and what we do and make of that information and time will shape the future for the next generation. So while I can't be your mate, there has to be something else I could do to show good faith."

"Spyro, what better way to show then to give?" Amara had another idea of a win-win, "How about this. You can have me as your mate, and Cynder. If I end up getting pregnant, hooray. But if Cynder does, our scientist can kill the hatchling before it's even born, so it won't..."

"STOP!" He couldn't allow something like this to be continued, and all in the Chambers ducked their heads back in fear for what she was saying, "What the hell is your problem?!"

"Spyro, it's call an abortion, it's nothing new to many," Having known about something like this for so long, it flowed for her to say, "Abortions are a perfect way for any parents to continue their lives..."

"While the life they make DIES?!" Out of the thought alone, the darkness within Spyro grew active to a point of showing through his scales and voice.

"What? No, of course not. You see, the way we do abortions works in a gentle manner. If the fetus is under twelve weeks, the parents can choose if they want it gone. It hasn't past any major stages, such as memory, feeling, or emotions, so no harm no foul. The latest we allow is twenty-four weeks, and after that, there's nothing we could do, well, aside from other methods."

"No harm no foul...? You say that with such ease! I may not know much about how the life cycle of a hatchling inside a female works, but reproduction still happened and all you did was murder someone, a young one who wanted to come to this world in the comfort and arms of its mother and father!"

"Spyro, you misunderstand. There's plenty of reasons why an abortion is a good thing. Two dragons have a late night stay and do something they thought would be valuable but ended up faltering. A husband seeming nice at first, but the thought of him being a father makes him abusive, so rather a miscarriage, we take care of the unfortunate. There's also a worst case scenario of someone being forced into an awful situation. We don't just take lives as you say because it's wrong, but because it's right."

"If you know how awful something like this is, what are you doing aside from making life a living hell for the female involved?"

"Oh, don't worry. We have cameras set all throughout our streets. If such a thing is caught, our guards are deployed immediately. There's a choice for the victim to give the attacker life imprisonment, or death. Since our steady and easy rise in power, such things are very rare. Many used the war as a means to take advantage of the weak, so we acted fast."

"Taking advantage of the weak during a stressful situation... sounds like someone you use to know, Cyril," Flair wanted to point this out to him in hopes he would further himself from Freya.

"Spyro, I know how awful it is for something like this to happen to anyone, and that's exactly what my men and our city tries to end. But let's not worry about such a thing as it has become a problem of the past at this point. Now, many have found perfect mates, perfect housing, and a dashing location to boot. A perfect place for anyone to find love: to settle down and find a mate in. Which is why I'm here: to tie the knot, end the tension between our city and your smaller one, and we can be on our marry way."

"No..." Now understanding more of what's been going on, the anger within Spyro couldn't stay down, and rather a showing of his Pitch Black Form, his teeth grinded to his Darkened Purple Form, "You know... I've been discussing the past with the Dark Dragons for a little bit now, and the more I think about our kind, the more I despise it... You're really going to stand here in front of my face and tell me those females have chooses, AND YET, YOU THREATEN TO KILL MY HATCHLING INSIDE OF CYNDER IF THE DAY ROSE?!" The guards readied themselves from his voice alone, but the constant clanking from their armor shaking and smacking together made their fears known, "You have done nothing but bashed, attacked, threatened, and disregarded everyone here for their actions that were near uncontrollable! I had hope with what the Guardians said yesterday that you'd be different, and you know what? You are. You're the biggest HYPOCRITE, and most self centered person I've ever met!"

"What?!" Amara gasped to hear.

"You don't care what happens to other people as long as it doesn't happen to you! You attack the Guardians for mistakes they made, even when they were trying their best on all fronts to be better people! And yet where you call them monsters, you stand here and disregard who they are. Going as far as THREATENING MY LOVER!" The darkness within couldn't stay contained; exploding outwards in a powerful burst, weighting down the seven in the front and being felt slightly to the others in the back, "I'm done with this back and forth bullshit. Either you start taking this seriously, or we're done. I'm not about to have my time wasted on your one-dimensional ass!"

"Spyro... I'm just showing you how much I care... That I want you to be my one and only."

"No... you're exactly what Flair feared from us... Something about you is just... off... And I'm sure if you weren't breathing and your heart wasn't beating, I'd mistake you for something that didn't even exist."

"What would you like to know to see that I have human morals?"

"What do you fear?" Spyro was straight to the point, "You've acted the exact same way, and have spoken the exact same no matter the subject. The only surprise you've given was when I rejected you, but that didn't really cause a stir: a realistic emotional response. It's like you act that everything will go your way, and you've been groom for success your entire life, but once knowing you'll fail at something, you hate knowing you're not perfect."

"And Cynder is?" Amara giggled under the weight of pressure, raising a brow even, knowing she was far superior.

"No one's perfect, because being perfect means you never have to improve, and even to our deathbeds, there's always something we could've improved on. I don't want Cynder to be perfect, I want her to be mine. Now I know I just shattered your world now that you understand it doesn't revolve around you, but it just proves my point on learning something new, because even right now, you're learning your place," No one dared say a word to Spyro, not even those that knew him, clearly seeing and hearing it in his voice and actions, "How does it feel now, knowing you aren't above everyone that lives? Knowing that you the same will die in the same dirt that many others have when they fell protecting you while you slept."

Now after this, a reaction was surely to be had by Amara for how Spyro was treating her. All saw themselves as victims: lines of fire if something were to go wrong or frustrate her to a point of attack. But surprising all, it did seem Spyro's words had gotten to her. Not by a show of a emotion, but rather a desperate need and another reason she wanted him, "You're one of a kind, Spyro... You're protective in the right ways... loving the same... and the passion you have to protect what's yours: the hearts that rest within you from others... I don't lose much, but when I do, I acknowledge it, and I'd gladly give the first victory of many to you, my mate."

"I'm not your mate," Spyro hissed through his teeth.

"Oh, just not in this time... But I have to wonder. If you were to have never met Cynder, where would you be? Who'd you be with?" Something seemed off to what she was saying, like she was stalling, maybe even planning to do something, and he stood fully prepared and at the ready, "I can see it now... Me and you, perfect mates... however, the time crystal information we've gathered on your age does put us at a disadvantage, but to keep you from biting, let's say this is the day after your exit from the Volcano. We rescue you from Avalar and leave Cynder to her lonesome. Now, back at my room, you wake up to me, bouncing above you and giving you the best wake up you've ever had in your life. Life's perfect to know what you have now, don't you think? And now that you're with me, we have the army to take out the Dark Master, to keep the second one from ever appearing, and ending the war right then and there. From there on out, you make friends, train to become the strongest dragon to ever live, and our life as mates flourishes like a beautiful flower," Amara saw no loopholes with this perfect life, believing nothing wrong with how she envisioned their future, "Now... doesn't this life without Cynder sound magnificent?"

Spyro took a deep, annoyed sigh to see she still didn't understand: still hadn't learned from what had been talked about, "You still think the world revolves around you, and I couldn't imagine what would become of you when you fall and no one's there to help you," Amara raised a brow to him, "Let's take your supposed perfect vision that should work both ways so that way, the world doesn't look like it's revolving around you. Worst case, Cynder dies being alone and weak. Even worse, the Dark Master corrupts her and attacks Warfang with his army and her. Because you can't intervene from your pissy little vendetta from the last pair of Guardians, my friends die, Ignitus would show up and plead for my help, and once we show up with your army, I'd still be too weak, and with no voice or power, you'd execute both Malefor who'd I'd have no memory of for being a good guy, and the love of my life, so Carith's body stays at rest for all of eternity, and my father sits by himself in a pool of tears and probably kills himself."

"Goddamn, dude..." Malefor cuffed a paw around his neck, sweating a little from fear of what that timeline would've done to him.

He wasn't the only one. The imagine alone got to everyone, including their females thinking about where they would've been without who they were with. Down the line, each thought about how lucky they were, and Claire was first to start, Without Ignitus... I could've gone deeper in become even more of a monster than what I already was. But here I am now... joking about his... size and whatnot. Trish was next up, Ivan would've surely killed me if it weren't for Terrador... Even for my parents, I begged them to stay away once I told them I'd meet up with Terrador... Now we're lovers... and I have no fears of a future with the one I love. Ersa knew nearly pinpoint of her future without Volteer, I definitely would've killed myself... no way I wouldn't have. The whole point of my fight... the whole point of my journey... was to make it back to my loyal partner... and loyal he was. Flair herself thought about it, but wasn't surprised that she, in a way, agreed with herself, If Cyril hadn't helped me as much as he did... what if my dad came back to kill me...? What if my... what if, Argus... came back just to manipulate me...? I never thought I would've ever said this... but there's no place I'd rather be... than by Cyril's side. Knowing of how things already played out, Spyro wouldn't have had it any differently, and it was a silent thank you to the group for bringing things back to normal, "Everything played out exactly how it needed to, and there's nothing I'd change about it. The Destroyer was a very difficult appearance for many, but I met brothers I never knew I'd find from the most unlikely of places and side. Kettu and Xvar have shown what life can be like when both sides work together. So if this... If you're, the only one I can put my trust in... I'd rather take my chance with the Dark Master."

"The Dark Master?" Showing a raised brow to hear, Amara was interested in this, "You mean the one who forced the world to explode in the first place? And had an accomplice to kill your parents and the whole world in his absence? Remember what Cynder did? You really trust those two? I mean, I know the war hasn't been kind to your young mind, but I love you all the same, and I hold nothing against you."

"I wonder if you'd beg for forgiveness once I corrupt you, and force you to kill the entire population within your city. Let's see who really believes the monster was," It was a challenge Spyro was seriously considering putting her through, "See, here's the thing. The Dark Master doesn't give a shit who he kills. If I so wanted to, I'd get him out here to kill you and your army, and we'd just be done with this already, but that's not what needs to happen, nor should it. So, what's another demand we can reach to get this conversation over with?"

"Oh, I have something in mind. Though, I do have to wonder, and these are simple questions that have no real meaning, so no need to be upset, my love," Strange for her to ask, but more was to look to, noticing along with the others that she backed away from him, "You say Cynder's your lover: the love of your life as you always say. She's this, that, and another, and you defend her to your dying breath. But what happens when you can't trust her anymore? What happens when she turns on you, and you question her nature?" Spyro didn't like the sound of where this was going, and it didn't stop there, "You fear her... I can see it... I know a man's body language, and everything within you is wishing for an escape from her and to a new life. But you're afraid... afraid of what she might do to you if you try to back out of this relationship she forced you into."

"You must not understand the complexity of my body language then. Everything you said was beyond wrong on level eleven of ten."

"Hehe, no. See, I'm never wrong, and that's the best part: seeing those who think their right crumble is a joy. I don't wish for that to happen to you, but we will recover in do time. All we needle now, is a plan of recovery."

"I'm sorry, what? Did you mean to say need, or...?"

Not noticing it, the shadow dragon to his far right pulled a hidden attack. Similar to what Silas had showed, there was a needle hidden within the cheek of the dragon. Shifting from the inside of his cheek to his mouth, the shot was clear and lined up. Kicking the needle from his mouth from the help of the shadow powers, the spit he made was silent, but fast. Nearly invisible to the untrained eye, and because no one was too focused on what the others were doing, the needle easily passed by the vision of all. Connecting with Cynder's scales, it stabbed to hear neck before digging deep: becoming nearly invisible and impossible to pull from the scales themselves. The force and sudden feeling made her jump, cry even, to which Spyro was quick to respond to. They all watched as she touched the side of her neck, growling some to feel the point of entry. Seeming fine at first, her body suddenly locked inwards. No support stopped her from falling to the floor, however the support from her arms helped stop her descent down. The sight of her body collapsing sent Spyro into a blood fueled frenzy, "CYNDER!" Throwing his tail in a slashing manner, the guards blocked Amara and held strong, not allowing the wind to knock anyone down, "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!"

"Oh no, Spyro. It looks like the beast is to show itself. Does that not scare you?" Amara giggled, seeing she had the upper hand, "May the Terror Of The Skies once again bring a disaster to this planet. But now the question is, how will you tame the monster when you have no options? Fight or flight, Spyro. Your life, or Cynder's."

"Oooh. Looks like it's my turn to stir up some trouble," Malefor was surprised to hear the Dark Master suddenly talk within his mind. He wasn't even able to question what he meant before feeling his brain, veins, and muscles all lock under what felt like lost control. Falling to the ground himself now, he knew exactly what the Dark Master was planning to do. Trying to take a hold of this situation and make it worse, it was impossible to see the smile the Dark Master had, but he showed one for sure. It didn't help anyone to see him struggling now the same, and Carith gave out her cry for the one she loved, "MALEFOR!"

The Guardians all stood: same for the females. Stretching out their numbers, Ignitus, Claire, Terrador, and Trish tried their best to help Malefor. For Cynder: Flair, Ersa, Cyril, and Volteer were all at the ready to help. Now feeling like he needed to go all out, Spyro held nothing back. Kettu showed to his left, whereas Xvar showed out to the right. Past all the bloodthirsty drooling the two had, thanks to their teeth being clearly visible like rabid dogs, Spyro had to take control of this situation, "Kettu, go help Malefor, and I'll let you take a free tooth from him later! Xvar, go assist Cynder and you can have that lung I couldn't grab from Malefor earlier!" The two waisted no time, disappearing and reappearing in front of who they needed to help, "As for your little squad."

One of the men tried to take a jab, hoping it would prove successful. It was, and the spear that was used connected directly to Spyro's chest, right over his heart. Successful in attack was about it. The blade didn't pierce the scales on his chest, and rather him breaking, the sharpened and supposedly next level crafted blade did. The seven all stood up straight, now knowing their only weapons to which they had spoken so highly on was shriveled into nothingness. Grabbing a hold of the remaining stick, in a show of pure colored rage, the stick burned in purple fire. The strength raging through him was unlike anything he could really remember, and it made Spyro lose it, "I'm, not use, to feeling this power... Then again, that's cause I, black out, when ever I use it. So if that happens, I'll make sure you can at least beg for your bones to be removed from your eyes."

"You won't hurt us! We know you. We studied you! We've seen your rules!" One of the shadow dragons dared speak up again Spyro in the way he was.

"You attacked my family... their morals, their females... and worst of all... you... hurt... Cynder... the rules changed."