Hello all! It's time for the end of the fight scene.

In recent months I've moved away from Skype almost entirely, and now Imperia and/or 4Dragons are best found on Discord as 'Imperia#3126' Feel free to get in touch!

For this chapter I have two songs. The fist is 'Guide You Home' from the Dawn of The Dragon soundtrack.

The second is 'You Can Be King Again' by Lauren Aquilina, with it's sad and beautiful tone and such fitting lyrics.

Imperia sat in darkness, only the flickering torchlight illuminated the grey and black stone of the cell around her. She looked out through the bars of the door. Even knowing it was unlocked she couldn't help feeling trapped.

She was so helpless, she knew that the countless hours she'd spent studying the dark form of Cynder, tweaking and modifying the precious symbol which Malefor would, she prayed, be carving on Hope right now. It was a masterpiece, a flash of brilliance which was rare even for her. She wished she could be there to inscribe the dozens of supporting symbols herself. It needed to be perfect.

She had spent years observing the Terror of The Skies, learning the nature of her darkness, creating a symbol which would drive a wedge deep in between the light and dark energies with the aim to split them apart.

But she couldn't survive in Convexity. Not well enough to be able to fight there, at least. She had no magic healing, she had no way back, and she had no natural resistance to the corrosive effect of the deadly unfiltered starlight which filled that world.

She sighed softly and rested her head against the bars, feeling the cold steel, kind of soothing against her face. Pleasure had all the blankets, and Imperia didn't want to risk dancing or bouncing around as she would normally do to keep herself warm. And snuggling, her most preferred method of all, was simply not an option.

She shivered slightly.

"Are you okay?" The soft voice of Pleasure asked.

Imperia looked around, seeing that the black dragoness who had been sleeping had woken up and raised her head, looking at Imperia from the bed on the other side of the cell. She knew as well as Imperia did why they had to keep a distance from each other. Darkmire had taken a special dislike of Imperia due to the fact that Imperia was the only one who had the moral flexibility which might allow her to murder Pleasure in cold blood for the sake of saving the world.

At any other time Imperia would take that as a compliment, which was how she took pretty much anything. In this case she was no longer so sure. Being called out for heartlessness by the most evil thing she'd ever encountered, and being told that she would have it in herself to kill a Cynder twin. She didn't like that. And she didn't think it was true. Maybe it had been when she'd first laid eyes on Pleasure, but the more they'd talked and she'd seen how much Pleasure appreciated and improved from even the tiniest scraps of kindness they could provide. She was just too sweet. Imperia couldn't possibly bring herself to kill her.

Maybe if Darkmire could read her mind and know that then she'd be allowed to give Pleasure a hug.

"I'm fine thanks." She said, giving Pleasure a smile and rolling over so she could look at her more easily. "Just wishing I could do more to help."

"I know the feeling." Pleasure agreed mournfully. "Do you think they're going to be okay?"

Imperia smiled. "They'll be fine. I believe in them. I just wish I could be there, or at the very least I wish that Flare was here."

"Who's that?"

"You'd like her. If we're lucky she'll arrive here within the next few days." Imperia's gaze turned distant and thoughtful. "I could probably create crystals we could charge with five guardian elements… if we really needed a portal into convexity I could definitely muddle something together… I am brilliant after all. I just need Flare to arrive…"

"Well if you say I'd like her then I'm sure I will." Pleasure agreed happily, hearing Imperia was talking thoughtfully to herself about something or other. Whatever it was she could tell it was risky and that Imperia didn't actually want to do it, but that just knowing she had an emergency fallback option was comforting to the silver dragoness.

"How long does it take to beat a world ending superdragon?" Imperia grumbled. "Please be okay. Cynder, Malefor, Spyro…"

The sky was bright with energy. The beautiful colours which filled the starry midnight expanse of Convexity looked pale and washed out due to the sheer amount of light pollution which was covering the area.

From her position hidden in a small crater in the ground Cynder looked up, hearing muffled explosions while Hope and Malefor battled furiously above her.

By now Hope had worked out that she had gone to ground somewhere, and she'd been forced to create wind shields to deflect large explosions of ice and fire which Hope was shooting randomly whenever he got the chance to in an attempt to flush her out.

She needed to continue to focus on the mental connection she had with Spyro. That connection was giving Spyro the strength to keep fighting Hope's control.

Inside the dream world the storm was growing worse. Wind was swirling around them, a hurricane was forming and the ocean was roaring, waves rising and falling and smashing to foam. The island of ice which Spyro had created in order to more easily fight Hope was in danger of tipping over, forcing the two purple drakes to take to the air as the ice was turned and tumbled amid crashing waves.

They both beat their wings hard to try and get to Cynder's level, but she didn't allow Hope that luxury; dropping in on him from above and slamming him back down again. He barely caught himself, roaring in frustration, eyes locked on Spyro and burning with anger.

Hope was looking fine in the dream world, with the exception of the glowing symbol carved on his forehead which was gradually burning brighter and brighter.

In the real world, however, Hope was all but gone. The tailblade, the physique, even the horns. It was all Spyro. The only remaining thing was the glowing white eyes and the darkness which was constantly moving down his neck and then retracting as it struggled and constantly failed to shroud his entire body. His purple scales gleamed in the light of the fireballs he was constantly spitting.

However while Hope might have been only hanging on to his control by a thread in the real world, at the same time he had never been more dangerous.

He was straining, the light he was emitting no longer felt quite so hot. Hope sensed it and screamed in fury, giving up on the wide range beams and area of effect attacks which he had been relying on before now. He also gave up on his hopes of killing Dream Spyro. His only chance now was to locate Cynder and take her out of the fight, buying himself enough time to kill Malefor. Maybe then… maybe then he could still win this somehow.

Hope refocused his convexity energy into a narrow laser beam, the high pitched sound of air tearing and superheating around his mouth as he swung his head wildly. Carving massive gashes through the stone.

Cynder was finally forced out of her hiding place as a beam of white light started to burn the stone above. She moved, flying low around the edge of the dome, sticking to the rocky surface. She needed to be able to see the beams coming if she wanted to dodge them in time. Even she couldn't outrun a light beam directly.

She couldn't afford to leave the dome, if she did so then her connection to Spyro would be instantly severed until she got back inside, and she was sure they were so close to their goal.

Hope chased after her, that deadly beam seeking her out and never falling far behind her even with Malefor using element after element in an attempt to get in the way and slow Hope down.

While she flew Cynder looked through into the dream world, seeing Hope below them, just hovering. He had created a bubble of purple energy around himself which Spyro was shooting fireballs at. This might be their moment.

"Spyro! Go for the kill! We'll keep him distracted!" She shouted to him, and watched as Spyro folded his wings and plunged down towards Hope's level, now giving it his all to try and get through the bubble.

Cynder was forced to return her attention to the real world as the convexity beam surged ahead of her and swept back. She barely turned into shadows in time for it to pass through her, cutting the cloud of darkness which she had retreated into in half. She reformed on the other side, panting and continuing to fly. She moved up to the top of the rocky formation which made up their battlefield, using the mountain peak as cover as best she could, but the convexity beam was chewing through the stone rapidly.

Spyro flew down and blasted the purple shield, then he reached his paw into it, grunting in effort, wings beating hard to push down. His paw made the bubble bend inwards reluctantly, but Spyro responded with purple energy of his own, just clumsily pushing against it and fighting the shield. Inch by inch he pushed closer and closer, until his paw gripped around Hope's horn.

Spyro grit his teeth and bellowed in effort as he started to drag himself into the shield, getting his head and shoulders inside.

Hope looked up into Spyro's pale lavender eyes, seeing his mouth open. A beam of white light. Convexity energy. He felt a deep certainty that he was in the final second of his life unless he did something right now. Spyro was too strong to throw off, Hope was just too weak to do it. But if he could just get Cynder out of his mind then his dream strength would surge back and he would once again be unbeatable while Spyro would be nearly as weak as a hatchling.

With the energy of pure desperation Hope released one more fury nova. The blazing white light eating away the stone around him and exposing Cynder. She had to turn to shadows if she wanted to survive it, she didn't have any element to make a barrier. She was moments away from weakening her connection in order to duck into her shadows-

But there was Malefor, his scales being seared by the convexity as he dived in between Cynder and Hope, a shield of purple energy and a wall of ice erupting to protect them from the blast.

The light exploded and all three of them were flung backwards.

Cynder's control weakened slightly in the dream as she was hurled across stones, bumping and scraping painfully and coming to rest beside a battered and charred Malefor who was weakly struggling to his feet, purple sparks racing to heal the severe burns which had been done to his body.

"You saved me." Cynder said, not exactly surprised, but still struggling a bit to process it. If the fury nova had exploded a moment earlier Malefor might have had his whole body burned to ash by the blast.

"It was the logical choice… Finish the mission while you can. I need a minute." He waved her away from him, grunting in pain as his wounds moved. Already he was looking better, but Hope would no doubt be looking better at any moment too. They only had a few seconds.

Dream Hope roared in triumph as Spyro was blasted back from him, but his real self was not faring so well. He could barely move, only his head and forelegs. Purple sparks were healing him, but he needed time. Needed time.

Spyro was onto him again, but the shield was indestructible now.

But then Cynder was winging her way towards him, closer, closer, she touched down on the scorched rocks right next to him and placed her paw on his head, and all versions of Hope screamed as she returned in the dream more powerful than she had ever been.

He couldn't even see her, the whole world was tinted a beautiful ruby red, strongest around Spyro. Cynder's presence was everywhere, all around them. With a single flick of her claw she removed the shield around him, and then her voice like music sounded through the whole world.

"Now Spyro."

Spyro flew forwards, mouth opening, white light spilling out. Hope screamed, but his voice didn't carry.

He had to-

He needed time-

He-

Cynder!

The real Cynder was in front of him, paw on his forehead. Vulnerable.

He jerked his head forwards in the real world, jaws snapping, seeking, finding!

Cynder for a moment considered her options. She could turn to shadow, lose her connection to Spyro, and waste this opportunity. Or she could let the bite land. It wasn't a hard choice.

She shifted, just a little bit, no more than was needed. Her paw steady on his head.

His jaws closed around her ribcage, making it crumple instantly like a dead leaf, biting straight through. She twisted her chest, giving him her shoulder and her collarbone, while keeping her vital organs from getting more than scraped. She looked down at herself with a clinical and neutral perspective as she watched her ribs crack and her flesh getting sheared away.

The only thing in her head was music, a faint memory of a song that she and Spyro had sung together before this had all started.

"I would die for you… cross the sky for you… I will send out a light burning for you alone."

For the moment, at least, she didn't even feel the pain. The bite would not be fatal, and that was good enough.

Spyro heard Cynder's voice, soft and soothing, her power flowing through him. Dream Hope was as fragile as tissue paper, burning away from between them. He knew instinctively what to do.

"And this fire will guide you home…"

A narrow laser, smaller even than the glowing symbol on Hope's forehead emerged from Spyro's mouth. Striking the symbol directly in the middle and shooting straight through and out the other side.

The storm calmed instantly, water crashing and rippling as the waves dropped away and the ocean tried to return to it's natural state. They were in the eye of the storm of a hurricane, but the hurricane was quickly dispersing now with no energy to keep it going.

For a moment the entire world seemed to be frozen in place.

The darkness in Dream Hope's body started to drip and flow, and it seemed to take much of his colour with it. The darkness melted away from Hope's head, down his chest, and out through his forepaws. Almost without looking Cynder created a bowl of wind in which to catch it.

Before long Hope was mostly transparent, only a pale purple ghost of himself. His eyes opened, and they were no longer filled with fury.

He looked down at the black puddle, so small it looked. Then he looked up at Spyro and Cynder, watching him.

Hope gave them both a faint smile and inclined his head. "Thankyou…"

His gaze turned to Cynder, and he stared at her even as he started to grow fainter and fainter.

He looked deep into her eyes, pale and fading yellow meeting vibrant and living green.

He looked at her like there was nothing else in the world but the two of them. His expression soft, peaceful and sad.

"Goodbye…" He whispered.

Then he was gone.

Cynder felt a surge of sadness, turning to gaze down at the black goo which had fled his body and left him to die.

Spyro looked down at it as well, taking a deep breath and opening his mouth much wider. With a roar of anger, defiance, and triumph he blasted it with the widest beam of convexity which Cynder had ever seen, her wind magic quickly was left with no wind to control, the whole world flashed white before fading back into view. And the black slime was blasted into smoke with nothing more than a faint unnatural scream, and then the smoke was blasted until not even the slightest trace of it remained either.

The dream world faded away, Cynder felt the connection disappearing. If she wanted to force it to stay open she could have, but she didn't want that. She wanted to open her eyes in the real world and see Spyro looking back at her.

And that's exactly what she did.

She gazed at him, a smile slowly growing on her face. He smiled back, his teeth red with her blood, a confused look crossing his face. Then his eyes widened with shock and horror.

"Cynder! Your chest!"

She attempted to make a witty reply. Something like 'Hey, I was enjoying the moment.' Maybe. But she only got as far as a reassuring grin. "Heyyyy- aah… rrgh… damn that… hurts."

The moment she talked she began enjoying the moment a lot less. It really hurt to speak and breathe with crushed ribs.

Spyro gave her a light kiss on the cheek, then resumed his worrying.

"It looks bad. Stay still. We'll need to get a bandage or something. I can try using my wing."

He reached out and carefully put a paw on her chest, grunting with effort and closing his eyes in focus as he tried to send healing purple sparks down his arm and into her.

A few sparks wandered down his foreleg and sank into Cynder's body, healing her a little bit and making her sigh in relief. But Spyro was almost totally drained of magic, and no matter how hard he tried that was all he could manage. He looked up at her apologetically.

"I'm so sorry Cynder. I'm completely out."

She grunted in amusement. "Its fine. I'll live. How'd it taste?"

His eyes widened as he realised his mouth was full of Cynder's blood and some torn off scales. He hurriedly spat and wiped his face to try and wash his jaws clean.

Cynder would have laughed if her ribs had allowed it, but instead she just wrapped her wing around her chest to stop the bleeding, groaning in pain.

"Love the taste of blood. Tastes like victory… We did well, huh?" She said with a smile. "Barely scratches. Malefor better have enough mana to heal us and get us back though."

"Indeed I do." Malefor said, stepping up beside them. He looked almost annoyingly pristine, but then his job had been the one which didn't require constant mana drain during the entire fight. Cynder and Spyro had been forced to spend their entire reserves, and theirs weren't even as big as his.

She was grateful for how good of a shape Malefor was in once he started with the healing though. She groaned in relief as her ribs sprung back into shape, bones melding back together and scales covering it again. Her left foreleg, which had been nearly dead, corrected and reconnected itself, and she sighed in relief as she wiggled her toes. A quick pulse of wind magic around herself wiped the blood off her scales and she stood up, offering a paw to Spyro.

Spyro, even after healing, was still weakened and exhausted, but he accepted her paw without hesitation and allowed her to drag him to his feet. He rested some of his weight on her, while she rubbed her head against his cheek, sighing in contentment.

"We did it."

"Indeed it would seem so." Malefor nodded in agreement. "I would very much like to be filled in on all the details. But as the symbol was rendered inert and you seem to be in full control I think we can assume that it was a complete success."

"He's gone. I can say hope again. Hope hope hope hope." Spyro said with a laugh.

Cynder couldn't help but feel a small pang of sadness. "I don't think he wanted to do it. He looked almost relieved when we finally did it."

Spyro nodded. "He really did. Maybe he wasn't the corrupting influence, but just another side of me which had already been corrupted."

"Corrupting influence, you say?" Malefor asked. "Are you sure it's gone?"

Spyro nodded. "Completely gone. We drained it out of Hope, and then I lasered it until it vanished. Nothing escaped."

"It's really done then." Malefor said softly. "Of course we'll perform tests to make sure, but… It's done."

He gazed out at the pink and blue hued sky of Convexity.

"Fantastic."

He turned back to them.

"It's been a pleasure working with you both. I can see I have a lot to learn, and much to think about. Now, allow me to take us back to Imperia and our temporary home."

He extended a paw, which Cynder accepted. Spyro remained against her other side.

With a gesture Malefor carved open a rift in space through which dark stone could be seen, and together they stepped back through.

Imperia's eyes raced over the group. Malefor and Spyro stood out immediately with their vibrant purple, and there was Cynder in the middle!

All three looked to be unharmed, although Spyro looked as if he might collapse from exhaustion at any second based on how heavy his steps were and how he leaned against Cynder for support.

"Did you do it?" Imperia asked excitedly.

Spyro gave her an exhausted nod.

"That's amazing!" Imperia squealed. The door to the cell popped open and she ran to them excitedly. "Are you all okay!?"

Cynder nodded. "Healed up now. We all took a few hits though."

"Convexity beams are not so forgiving to scales." Malefor agreed. "But we pulled through."

"I don't know who to hug first!" Imperia laughed, then wrapped her wings around all three of them. "I wish I could have helped more though."

"You did a lot." Spyro said with a smile, giving her a light kiss on the cheek. "I think so."

Imperia laughed and let them go, leading the way back to the cell. "So what happened? We're dying to hear the censored version of events!" Imperia said excitedly as she plopped herself down in the opposite corner to where Pleasure was sitting.

The black dragoness looked up at them, her eyes drinking in the sight. "Did your other side make you wobbly?" She asked Spyro curiously.

Spyro laughed and shook his head while Cynder snorted in amusement. "No. I'm just tired. A few months nap is all I need."

Pleasure nodded happily. "You look brighter. Even with your head held low there is more joy in your face."

"Thanks for noticing." Spyro said with a smile. He bumped Cynder with a shoulder playfully. "When were you going to notice my extra joy, huh?"

Cynder rolled her eyes. "You could change your underbelly colour and I probably wouldn't notice as long as you still loved me."

Spyro laughed and leaned in for a kiss. Too tired to make it passionate, but it was still very loving. Cynder melted in enjoyment, her legs bending as she allowed them to come to rest on the floor.

Pleasure clumsily pulled off her blanket and threw it towards them. It only got halfway, but Imperia used wind magic to catch it and drape it over Spyro and Cynder, tucking it in comfortably.

"Are you sure?" Spyro asked. Pleasure did look very skinny without the blanket, as though she'd get cold easily.

She nodded. "You deserve. Rest now, Spyro and Cynder."

"Sounds pretty great to me." Said Spyro, laying his head on the floor. His eyes kept on drooping, but he pushed them open.

"Go to sleep before I smack you unconscious." Cynder said to him, poking her tongue out. "You've used more mana than most dragons would use in a year."

"And using convexity takes even more of a toll on the body than that." Malefor added.

"Okay okay…" Spyro said sleepily. "Don't talk about anything too interesting without me."

"They can't. You and I are the only ones who know what happened in the end." Cynder said to him.

"Right… Heh… Good… Just… gimme… a few… minutes…"

"I wont tell them anything until you wake up." Cynder promised.

Spyro hummed in approval, then his eyes closed and he began to breathe deeply and evenly.

"Well… guess we'll just die of curiosity for the next eight hours then." Imperia said with a laugh.

"You sure will." Cynder nodded. "Meanwhile I think I'd like to take a nap as well."

"Probably wise." Malefor nodded.

Imperia groaned. "You guys are mean. But okaaaay…"

Cynder laughed and lay down her head right beside Spyro, tuning out the conversation as Malefor and Imperia continued to bicker, with Pleasure occasionally chiming in.

Spyro was so comfortable, so warm next to her. Feeling his smooth scales, the movement of his breathing… She laid her head against his chest instead, listening to his powerful heartbeat. The slow rhythmic sound lulled her into a much deserved sleep.

Cynder dreamed while she slept. Peaceful dreams. She couldn't really remember the details of it, but she was there, and Spyro was there. There was light rain, dark clouds on the horizon. She was sitting on a mountaintop, Spyro beside her, and they were looking down at a valley.

They were talking, some sort of nice conversation. Cynder couldn't tell what they were talking about, but eventually she noticed that the conversation was repeating.

The realisation that the conversation wasn't going anywhere led Cynder to realise she was dreaming. That was enough to wake her up.

Her eyes flicked open and she smiled slightly. Her normal dream was nothing like a magic dream, she couldn't control it all. Her emotion magic didn't give her any special control over normal dreams, and she was kind of glad about that. Having control over her own dreams would be far too much power.

She raised her head, smiling and glancing down at the still sleeping form of Spyro.

"You're looking happy." Imperia said.

Cynder looked around, seeing that Spyro, Malefor and Pleasure were all asleep. Imperia was awake, idly playing with a torch.

"Sleep well?" She asked with a smile.

Cynder nodded. "Good dream for once. I hope I'll get a lot more now that we've saved Spyro."

"I'm sure you will. Personally I think that cuddles also improve dreams." Imperia said brightly.

Cynder yawned, nodding. "Sounds good to me."

"So what did you dream about?"

"No idea. I was there and Spyro was there. Has anything happened while I was out?"

"Not really. I chatted with Malefor. Pleasure twitched in her sleep a few times."

"Do you wish you could fly?" Cynder asked. "Like properly fly, out in the sky?"

Imperia closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "Almost as much as you do, I'm sure. I miss the wind, I'd even take the snowstorm if it meant feeling a real breeze."

"I probably wouldn't." Cynder admitted. "My hatred for snow surpasses all other-"

Pleasure twitched in her sleep.

"Uh… my… lack of appreciation for snow surpasses all other priorities. Even flight." Cynder corrected herself.

"Not so easy to carry a conversation is it? I look forwards to being able to speak freely again."

"Yep." Cynder nodded. "It's going to take a long time to rehabilitate her properly isn't it?"

Imperia nodded. "A long time."

"Well we can't start until we get that bad thing out of her. We did all the planning and stuff already, we can probably try to fight it as early as tomorrow."

Imperia giggled. "Nobody would fault you for taking a few days to enjoy this victory. I'd even let the guards know that you two were allowed to leave if you wanted."

Cynder shrugged. "I guess so. But I'm staying until we have Pleasure rescued too."

"That's very sweet of you. Spyro might need as much as a week to recover properly though…"

"We'll find out I guess. He did burn through a lot of mana." Cynder agreed.

"Not much point us discussing this alone. We might as well wait for the others to wake up." Imperia said.

"Hey here's a question: How powerful do you think Pleasure is if we remove her dark side?" Cynder asked curiously.

Imperia tilted her head, humming thoughtfully. "Hmm… that's a good question…"

She clasped her paws together, going into her teacher mode.

"Well we'd have to test her instincts to see what she could do without conscious direction. She's able to walk and operate all of her limbs, so we could assume she'd have access to her basic instinctive powers. Turning to shadow when she's in danger, simple pulses of energy, and natural venom. But she doesn't appear to have memories of her time, the last million or however many years have all blurred together for her, and she hasn't done any training during that time that we know of. So she would be pretty weak in a combat situation."

"Makes sense." Cynder nodded.

"Although there is also the matter of her natural energy pool. How much mana she could put into attacks and defences, and how long it would last before she needed to recover."

"And what's the answer to that?"

"Much like Hope, I would think, her body would give out long before she reached the bottom of her own mana stores. Without fine control she'd damage herself throwing around massive blasts with no real ability to channel them properly."

"Massive blasts, you say?" Cynder tilted her head. "You think the amount of mana she's able to store has been increasing with age for all this time?"

Imperia hesitated slightly, then nodded. "Quite likely. Malefor's certainly did."

"So then… her mana stores could be… huge. Millions of years huge."

"Very much so. And her dark side will be able to use them."

"Huh. We could be in a lot of trouble then."

"Yes." Imperia nodded. "Yes we could be."

Cynder sighed. "Well that sucks, but it's tomorrows problem."

"Exactly. Today is a day to celebrate." Imperia smiled brightly.

"You look like you deserve a cuddle." Cynder said playfully.

"Aww, well I wouldn't refuse… But Spyro looks so comfy beside you."

"Meh, he's asleep. He won't mind." Cynder turned to shadow and slipped out of the blanket, the shadow engulfing Imperia before reforming into Cynder under her wing.

"Ooh! That was weird. I liked it."

"Course you did. You like weird things." Cynder said with a smile. "That's why I like you. Plus a bunch of other reasons."

"Heehee, you should list them. I'd love that." Imperia purred.

Cynder rolled her eyes. "As if you need more flattery. Let's chat about something. It's been too long since we just talked."

Imperia nodded in agreement and nuzzled Cynder's cheek. "It really has been. I'll start then: Isn't it so crazy that Cyril voted to support me in the trial? I'll never be able to look at him the same way again."

"Are you developing a crush on Cyril?"

"What!? No!" Imperia laughed.

"Good. Because that would be too far. Flare, Malefor, Spyro. I can live with that. But Cyril? I would lose all respect for you."

Imperia giggled. "I mean he is impressive, with an… intense… personality. And he's not that bad looking…"

"Oh shut up. Talk dirty about Spyro please."

"I just might." Imperia said in a singsong tone. "Seriously though, I'd love to hear your thoughts about the trial now that we've had some time to come to terms with the results."

Cynder nodded, letting herself into the conversation and letting it take them where it willed.

I have to say that Hope's death made me cry more than a little. I'm glad he got a small moment of peace.

Hope you all liked the chapter!

Thanks so much for reading. 3

-4Dragons