When I was doing nice calm chapters or planning chapters I found myself wishing to do more action focused chapters. Now after a few action focused chapters it's nice that the story has stepped back into a moment of calm again. It's time for our favourite dragons to rest, recover, catch each other up to speed, and most importantly find some food.

Enjoy!

"How are you feeling Spyro?"

Spyro groaned slightly, reaching up and rubbing his head. The voice seemed to swim in his ears.

His whole body was aching terribly, not just his muscles but everything he could feel from his lungs to his scales was feeling unpleasant.

"Pretty awful." He said, raising his head. "Everything is sore, I feel like if I tried to spit a fireball I'd choke on it, but otherwise not too bad."

"That's pretty normal." Imperia said.

"I've felt a bit like this once before. After battling The Terror of The Skies in convexity. I lost my elements completely for a while." Spyro said in worry.

"You might have lost them for a day or two." Imperia said. "It can be hard to know. But it's a perfectly normal case of mana burn."

Spyro nodded. "I hope it's over quickly. Did I miss anything while I was out?"

"Nope." Imperia said, then she scowled playfully at him. "How could you have, when you have all the juicy details about what went on in the dream world? Cynder hasn't been sharing anything without you!"

Spyro chuckled, giving Cynder a grin. She grinned back smugly. "She's been begging to know for the last hour."

"I feel like I only slept an hour." Spyro sighed.

"You slept a lot longer than that, but you needed it." Cynder told him.

"Not too long though, right? Is it still the same day?"

"It's been a month." Cynder said, straight faced. For a moment she looked at him seriously, but he wasn't buying it, so she relented. "It's been about half a day maybe. Hard to tell down here."

"So can we go through the whole thing from start to finish?" Spyro asked. "I was only there for half of it, and I'm not seeing any memories from Hope, it was all a bit of a blur to him."

"I only have so much to tell." Malefor said. "For my part, I was working to keep Hope on the back foot. Giving Cynder some room to breathe, making sure that Hope didn't have a chance to cast his most powerful magics. I did not distinguish myself unfortunately. Cynder was put in danger multiple times and I lacked the combat instincts to properly defend her. Hope was intelligent and was intent on interrupting her focus."

"He got the seal onto Hope's forehead about halfway through the fight. Right after we did the ice storm thing." Cynder said.

Spyro nodded in understanding, while Malefor looked puzzled and Imperia looked like she might burst with curiosity.

"What's this ice storm thing?"

"Malefor tested and we found that Hope could not be pushed through the dome. It also blocks convexity beams." Cynder informed them.

"You are literally the worst, Cynder. Tell us about the dream!" Imperia laughed.

"Okay okay." Cynder said with a grin. "So I shot Hope with my love element, and I connected with Spyro instantly. It was so much easier this time, I could feel him reaching back for me. He was barely below the surface."

"Interesting. I wonder if you can do it at will now, or if Hope's mind was providing some sort of catalyst which allowed this to happen at all."

"I think I might be able to do it at will." Cynder said thoughtfully. "Anyway we found ourselves in this ocean, flying above it. I assume that the leaf Spyro mentioned was around somewhere, but I didn't see it."

"It was there. I woke up on it lie usual." Spyro confirmed. "I'm pretty sure it got frozen solid and then exploded."

"I'll send a flower to it's funeral." Cynder said with a laugh. "Anyway Hope was there, and he seemed to be, if not at full power then at least very powerful."

She paused for a moment, struck by a thought. If Hope had shown up inside Spyro's mind, but back in the deepest cell of the tomb when she'd gone to talk with Darkmire and had briefly entered Pleasures mind, did that mean she'd briefly been occupying the same dream location as a nearly full power Darkmire?

That yellow eye in the sky which had been replacing the sun. Was that more than just a vision, had it been the real Darkmire, showing her strength in a world that was meant to belong to Pleasure but which had been taken over and subjugated?

Spyro took up the slack in the conversation, starting to fill the others in on how the fight had gone. How Cynder had seemed to have almost unbeatable strength within the dream, and how they'd worked together to gain the upper hand against him over and over again.

"No wonder he was so lively in our world, and so desperate to get to Cynder." Malefor mused. "He must have realised he couldn't win in the dream battle."

Cynder nodded. "It felt really good to smack him around. He got lucky once though, managed to land a hit on me. That's why the connection broke for a little while."

"I was wondering." Spyro said. "Right after you were gone was when he raised all of that ice."

He looked to Malefor and Imperia.

"It was a lot of ice. A whole mountain worth of ice! He just raised it right out of the ocean, like lifting up an entire continent!"

Imperia looked suitably impressed. Malefor was much more reserved though. "That sounds like it would require a great deal of mana. Is mana an issue in the dream world?"

Spyro nodded. "Yes… but not in the way you'd think. It's kind of hard to describe, but it felt like the closer Cynder was the more powerful I became and the weaker Hope became. While Cynder was strong Hope was limited to only moderately powerful attacks. But when Cynder was gone…"

He shook his head.

"All I could do was run away. He was just too powerful to fight. I had to hide and wait for Cynder to come back."

"After she suffered a blow to the head we collected ourselves briefly outside of the sphere." Malefor said. "Her head injury was severely impacting her ability to fight. We got back to you as soon as possible, of course."

Spyro nodded. "I'm glad you got her out of there and healed. I was able to handle it for a while, but if things had kept going I would have had a really bad time of it."

"I got back in there to see this gigantic mushroom cloud of ice." Cynder said, returning to the story.

"She came back and I felt myself come back to an equal power level with Hope. So I took over his storm and dropped it on his head." Spyro said with a grin.

"That hit him hard in the real world as well. That's about when Malefor and I grabbed him to put the seal on his head. Before he could recover from that we bounced him back up through the falling ice, and then I smacked him right back down into it again."

Spyro nodded. "He was thrown around like a ball."

"After the symbol was applied he got really angry, blasting convexity all over the place in the dream and the real world. That's probably why Spyro is suffering from so much mana overuse now." Cynder said.

"The fight ended with Cynder suddenly becoming even stronger than before, and then Hope was the one who was incredibly weak, and I felt like I had infinite power. I saw the darkness all gathered on his forehead, and I just shot a beam of convexity right through it."

"That was only possible because I was standing right next to him in the real world." Cynder added helpfully.

Spyro's face turned sombre and thoughtful as he remembered what had happened afterwards. Thinking about Hope's expression, and how it had changed from twisted with hatred to having a certain look of peacefulness about it.

"After that it was pretty much over. He turned sort of clear, like a ghost. Or like glass. The darkness all sort of drained out of him. And then he just looked… calm."

"He looked right at us and he thanked us. Then he said goodbye and just faded into nothingness."

"I suppose he knew in the end that it was best for the world." Imperia said thoughtfully. "Although it sounds like he gave it his all in the fight up until that point."

"Once the darkness was out of him I think he understood. He mostly just seemed relieved and a bit sad." Cynder said. "But then we blasted the darkness and it disappeared."

"I wonder what it was." Spyro said thoughtfully. He looked at Malefor. "You must have some idea what it was, right?"

"Indeed." Malefor nodded. "My theory is that it came from The Ancestors. Our other sides are untable, dangerous, and more powerful. But that doesn't mean they should all be intent on destruction. Some other influence seems to inflict us with a tendency to develop a dark side which attempts to end the world."

"Some balance." Cynder muttered. "Just adding more evil into the world."

"Indeed a dark dragon rises up, then a hero rises up to smite them. Again and again, balance seems only to mean conflict. Even resetting the entire world by finishing the ritual of the destroyer would only halt the cycle of bloodshed for a time, and then the world would begin again and fall into the same pattern."

Malefor inclined his head.

"I'd very much like to hear every single detail about this darkness you observed. But I suppose that can wait."

"We've already picked another fight. One that we can start dealing with right away, and one with a clear good and bad side." Spyro said, gesturing towards Pleasure. "Let's just focus on helping her. I don't know what the future will hold, but I'm willing to give you information at least. Let's just focus on doing what we already know is the right thing."

Cynder nodded. "I agree with that. I don't like the idea of some crusty old council of dragons deciding there's too much goodness in the world and it needs some balancing out. But also I'd prefer to just take each day as it comes."

Imperia giggled. "Crusty old council? How delightfully unceremonious of you Cynder."

"What? I hate ceremonies." Cynder said.

"Well how about celebrations then?" Imperia offered. "All three of you did amazing work, and you recounted the events inspiringly enough to get my imagination working. I think we deserve to do something nice!"

"Like what?" Cynder asked.

Imperia laughed and shrugged. "No idea. I could go up and ask the guards for some nice food. I wonder if they have any alcohol."

"I would presume so." Malefor said. "Shifts here are long, with little to do. But I would prefer to maintain a clear head. I know that the stuff is meant to be harmless up until a certain limit, but I would prefer to just avoid it entirely in order to minimise risk."

"Aww… that's boring. I'd have loved to find out what drunk Malefor looked like." Imperia giggled. "But each to their own. Spyro, Cynder? Would you like me to try and get us something more interesting to drink than water?"

Cynder shook her head. "Having it once was enough for me. Some more water would be good though."

Spyro shrugged. "I didn't really mind either way, but if those two are passing on alcohol then I will too."

Imperia nodded. "Aww, you guys are making me feel like I'm a bad influence!"

"You don't drink all that often though." Spyro pointed out to Imperia.

"I know it's special, but it's hard to celebrate." Cynder admitted. "Maybe that's just because I'm tired and thinking about how we're going to have to do it again for Pleasure at some point soon."

"It would feel more special with drinks." Imperia told them. "That's one of the reasons why people love having them so much. But some nice food can do the same trick. I'm sure we can figure something out."

"We're expecting Flare to arrive with reinforcements, chalk, supplies and food, yes?" Malefor asked. "The guards might not be willing to part with their better food until new supplies arrive, but I suppose it might be worth asking. I could certainly see myself enjoying some sort of nice food right now."

"She could still be a whole day away though." Imperia said.

Cynder rubbed her belly. "I'd like some food right now, even if it's just basic stuff. We should go and ask."

"You and me?" Imperia said, getting to her feet.

"Sure. Lets go." Cynder hopped to her feet as well. "Will you three be alright without us?"

Spyro nodded, Pleasure and Malefor doing the same a moment later. "We'll manage. You don't have to hurry back."

"You don't have to come back with additional food either." Malefor added. "We can survive off the salted meat cubes. There are still half of them left. But some variety would be appreciated."

Cynder and Imperia walked to the door and departed.

Cynder let Imperia do the talking once they arrived at the locked door leading up into the fortress. The silver dragoness had a way with words, but despite that they were still waiting for ten minutes for the captain of the guards, Scara, to arrive before they were allowed up into the fortress part of the prison.

Scara piled them with questions, first about what had so far transpired below. His suspicious and worried demeanour quickly turned to relief as Imperia gave him the good news. He nodded in approval as she described briefly about Hope's defeat, and her confidence that the same thing would happen to Darkmire soon enough.

She was able to spin those nods into continued nods when she started asking for this and that food item, things they could have to celebrate a little. She displayed a surprisingly good knowledge of the Tomb's food storage situation, which Cynder realised was probably because she'd been monitoring the defences and had been in communication with Gracious and Seth, the two ice dragons who had previously been operating it. If Scara realised the same thing and was offended or bothered by it he gave no signs. He did question when they could expect fresh supplies, but Imperia was quick to tell him that Flare was bringing a squadron of dragons from Warfang to support them.

With his concerns satisfied Scara gave them full permission to help themselves, and told them they were free to come and go as they pleased, with the obvious exception of Pleasure.

"I could really go for a fly around." Imperia admitted. "But I don't think Cynder is interested, considering how cold it is outside."

"Correct." Cynder nodded.

"In that case I'll restrain myself for a little while longer." Imperia said with a sigh. "Instead we'll go check on that spooky crystal which I put in one of the rooms for safekeeping.

"Feel free. It hasn't been touched." Scara gestured to the stairs. "Up there. The room with the magic rune on the door. But you'd know that, seeing as you're the one who put it there. As for the storeroom it's next to the kitchens. Help yourself. I'm trusting you that more food is coming soon though."

"It will be. Promise." Imperia smiled and winked. Then she turned and headed up the stairs.

Cynder followed her as they headed up to the door. Imperia bit her tail tip to get a drop of blood, then wiped it between two points of the rune which was protecting the door. It glowed brightly and then faded away, allowing them to enter.

The crystal sat in the centre of the room, an angular dark piece of purplish crystal. It looked small and relatively harmless, and Cynder gazed down at it thoughtfully.

"I'm very glad we didn't end up needing it." Imperia said.

"Me too." Cynder agreed. She reached out and touched it, feeling the magic within and taking a moment to verify that it belonged to Spyro. Sure enough it did, just further proof that when Darkmire had tried to lie and turn them against each other that it really had been nothing more than lies.

The dark dragon had told her that Malefor was going to use the stone to save himself, and while she hadn't believed it she was still pleased to have the chance to personally verify that the claim was false. She smirked grimly, relishing the thought of fighting the dark dragon. It might be difficult, it might be dangerous, it might not even be possible. But she could hardly imagine a dragon who was more deserving of being taken down.

"So should we give it to someone?" Imperia asked, looking at Cynder pointedly. "You're the love dragon after all. You'll probably be Darkmire's main target. Would you like a bit of extra safety?"

Cynder shook her head. "No thanks. I don't want to have it. I'd be happy for you to have it back honestly."

"I really don't need it." Imperia said, shaking her head. "I guess Spyro can keep it linked to him."

"Maybe we should smash it?" Cynder suggested.

"It's not good or evil by it's nature. If anything it might be good by it's nature, as it takes the pure part of Malefor and Spyro, without taking their dark sides as well."

"Fine, I guess the crystal can live then." Cynder said. She gave the crystal an 'I'm watching you' gesture, and then drew her claw across her throat threateningly.

Obviously the crystal didn't react in the slightest, but Imperia giggled and that had been what Cynder was aiming for all along.

"Let's go to the food stores then." Cynder said.

"Heehee, as you wish; love dragon."

"I hate you."

"I love you too."

"You're the love dragon." Cynder said, rolling her eyes.

"Aww, I try to be." Imperia responded. "Loving every handsome drake and lovely ness I meet."

They left the room, Imperia reinstating the magical protection by carefully wiping away the extra line she'd drawn. They descended two sets of stairs, passing a row of narrow windows.

Imperia looked out dreamily, seeing slivers of sky and desperately wishing she could take wing. But they were both also struck by small currents of cold air, which made Cynder feel perfectly content with knowing that they were staying inside for now.

"We can come back when we have a nice warm Spyro or Malefor to create us a heat bubble." Cynder told Imperia.

Imperia nodded. "I can hardly wait. Anyway, here we are." She gestured to a large door, and the two of them entered the kitchen.

A sleepy looking guard was sitting at a table, empty bowl in front of him, creating a flame on his tail tip and just watching it. He saw them and started to scramble to his feet, saluting them.

Hw was one of the guards which she had zoomed past on her way down to look for Spyro; but Cynder had flown past him far too fast to have a chance of recognising him. As far as she knew or cared this was the first time she'd ever seen him.

"At ease." Imperia laughed. "We're just here to grab some supplies." She blew him a kiss, then led the way to the storeroom.

Cynder waved, the guard waved back, then she joined Imperia in the storeroom, looking around.

"This is nice." Imperia said brightly, starting to poke around in the cupboards and sacks. "Dried fruit, salted meat. Ooh! But what's this? Smoked ham!"

Imperia dived into a cupboard and came out with several large legs of smoked ham.

"What do you think? Will two be enough between five dragons? They have six, but I don't think we need all of them."

"Makes sense to me." Cynder said, then her stomach growled. "What else are we going to get? I'm hungry."

She started poking around among the food as well. There was flour and rice, but she wasn't that interested in those. She sniffed about, following her nose as much as her eyes among the cluttered shelves.

What did catch her interest were several huge leather sacks which smelled distinctly of fish. Opening one revealed that it was full of fish preserved in oily stuff. Cynder casually moved her wing between herself and Imperia and devoured one of the fish right away, practically slurping it down like spaghetti, before slinging the sack which she had chosen over her shoulder.

"We're taking this too."

"Hey, do you think Pleasure is able to eat spicy food, or is that too similar to pain?"

"I think she would probably explode." Cynder said. "She'd turn evil within moments. We're not giving her anything spicy."

"Luckily I don't think there is anything spicy here." Imperia said, looking around through the cupboards while grabbing up some loaves of bread and fruit. "Just a lot of salt and things which last for a long time."

"Lets get back down to the others. I want to eat!"

Imperia laughed and nodded, gathering some extra waterskins as well, and then they turned and made their way back down through the fort, through the doors which were closed and locked behind them, down through the long dark crevasse leading deep into the mountain.

They arrived back at the cells, Imperia singing out cheerfully.

"We're back with food! Did you miss us?"

She strolled into the cell and deposited their haul proudly. Spyro's eyes lit up with excitement as he saw the variety of foods they'd brought.

"Yep we missed you intensely. Is that ham?"

Imperia grinned and nodded. "It sure is. Let me do some slicing. Malefor, you have to try this as well. It's so good."

"I'll have some too." Cynder chimed in, depositing her load, which mostly consisted of the large sack of fish. "Hey Spyro do you think you could fry me one of these?"

"No problem." Spyro picked up one of the fish, then made a face. "Slimier than I expected." He focused his energy on it, struggling slightly, but as it was such a small amount of magic he was using he didn't have any issues with his mana. Cooking the fish rapidly before he handed it back to Cynder. She licked her lips eagerly and devoured it bite by bite. It wasn't terribly well cooked, but it was still delicious. She followed it up with a thick slice of the smoked ham which Imperia offered her.

"Now this is a proper celebration." She said with a grin.

Pleasure got up, very wobbly, walking a few steps and sitting down near the food, eyeing some of the dried fruits hungrily. "Can I have some too?"

"Of course!" Imperia nodded, gesturing to the food. "Would you like an extra thin slice of smoked ham?"

Pleasure nodded. "Yes please."

Imperia immediately provided one, and Pleasure gladly accepted it. She cautiously bit down, then chewed and swallowed.

"That's nice I think." She smiled.

Malefor nodded in agreement as he finished his own slice. "I hadn't thought that smoke could be an enjoyable flavour, but I suppose I like it."

They continued eating, and Cynder sighed in contentment as after she'd eaten her share she felt pleasantly full and relaxed. She saw similar expressions in the faces of the others, although Pleasure looked like she'd eaten a bit too much for her stomach to handle even though she'd eaten the least out of all of them.

As they were starting to finish up they heard the sound of distant voices. Imperia raised her head hopefully.

"I wonder if that's Flare?"

They listened as the sounds got closer, and sure enough a soft red glow illuminated the corridor and Flare rounded the corner, walking gracefully towards them with her tail whirling around her as it usually did.

The fire guardian dragoness looked over them all keenly, taking note of the relatively fancy feast which they had laid out for themselves.

"I presume you have good news to share? And who is this?"

Her eyes picked out Pleasure and narrowed slightly in suspicion, before giving her a polite smile as she decided she was not an immediate threat.

"We have fantastic news!" Imperia said happily. "We did it. We saved Spyro!"

Flare stared. "Really? That's much better than I dared hope for. Is everyone okay? Do you need urgent care? Spyro how are you feeling? And once again who is your new companion?"

"Heehee, we'll never get to that question if you keep asking three questions for every one you get answered." Imperia giggled. She and Spyro had both cheered up even further at the sight of the red dragon, and Cynder couldn't help but feel some of the same mood. Flare was comforting to be around.

"We're all okay." Spyro said with a reassuring smile. He got up, going to the cell door and opening it, then giving Flare a hug. "I'm really glad to see you. I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye."

Flare smiled and rested a paw on Spyro's back, returning the hug. "No need to apologise. You've done an outstanding job. Coming here to seal yourself was a stroke of genius. Welcome back to being your normal self. You're sure you're okay?"

Spyro nodded. "I've lost most of my powers… again. But I can feel them coming back slowly. It won't be too long before I'll be back to a hundred percent."

"That's good to hear." Flare said, then she looked at Pleasure once again, and Imperia spoke up.

"This is Pleasure. She was trapped in the deepest cell of this prison. She's a sweetheart, but she's suffering from the same problem that Spyro was until recently."

Pleasure flinched slightly as Imperia said the word 'suffering' but she seemed to mostly resist it due to her curiosity at seeing Flare. The glowing red creature and her beautiful spinning tail seemed almost designed to enrapture her, capturing her attention and making her stare in amazement.

"She's exactly who you think she is, she's exactly as old as you think she is if not older, and there are a few words that we really shouldn't say while she can hear us otherwise we might trigger an episode. The major culprits are the name of the place we're currently inside, and anything relating to that feeling which is the opposite of pleasure."

"Makes sense." Flare nodded, taking it all in. She stared at Pleasure for several moments before speaking. "It's very nice to meet you."

"You too…" Pleasure said vaguely, her green eyes still obsessively following Flare's dancing tail around through loops and figure of eights and countless other shapes.

"Did you bring food? We kind of stole a lot of theirs." Imperia said with a giggle.

"Indeed we did." Flare nodded, letting go of Spyro and joining them in the cell. "More than enough to last for a few months. I also have your magical inks, chalk and carving tools. I've brought four fire dragons with me, they're upstairs with the supplies."

"We might not need the magic crafting materials, we were able to deal with Hope well enough without needing them. Still every advantage we can get would be nice to have."

"is there solid space in Convexity which you can use? Are you able to draw on convexity air?" Flare asked curiously.

"There is solid rock. A lovely bubble with a stone floating island in it. It's absolutely perfect for what we need." Imperia said brightly. "I could spend hours drawing on that stone, seals, runes, traps… And the bubble itself is so pretty too. And the sky! It's so romantic actually."

"Well that's good." Flare said, amused. "I suppose I'll have the ink brought down here then."

"Why is she so pretty?" Pleasure asked to nobody in particular.

Flare smiled warmly to her. "Lots of practice. Thankyou very much." She gazed around at them all. "It's good to see you. Now, would you like to tell me about what has happened here so far?"

Flare remained standing, continuing to spin her tail and sway idly as they started to fill her in on everything that had happened.

Flare made for a very polite audience, although her most notable reaction was an intrigued raise of her eyebrow, even the most exciting moments gained nothing more than this. She didn't really show her feelings outwardly, but she was clearly interested.

Eventually she was fully caught up, and she smiled.

"Quite a battle then. I'll go back up to the surface to let the other dragons know what to do next. I figure that you'll be remaining here until Spyro is well, and then attempting to perform the same operation on Pleasure. Our Warfang dragons will bring Imperia her supplies, and then will aid the guards of the tomb in their duties. I will join you here, if you'll allow me to do so."

She glanced at Pleasure, who was still mesmerised.

"I do seem to be having a relaxing effect." Her lips quirked slightly in gentle amusement.

"Would you like me to go up instead?" Imperia offered. "I get along with Pleasure really well, but less well with the bad side."

"Feel free." Flare waved her towards the door. "I'll stay here then."

"I'll be back soon!" Imperia said, jumping up and zipping out of the cell.

"In the way only a wind dragon can be." Flare nodded, smiling.

"How are things in Warfang?" Spyro asked. "Did I cause a lot of trouble? Did anyone get… badly…" He glanced at Pleasure. "Y'know?"

"Not at all. Thanks to Cynder providing a distraction the city was fully evacuated. The only damage was done to buildings, and if I'm honest I think that Seizo and Terrador had a great deal of fun doing their bit at repairing that. The buildings there look nicer than before, in fact, and a larger garden has been added. I look forwards to seeing it take root properly and begin to grow."

Spyro nodded in relief. "That's good to hear."

"Unfortunately we have gotten reports that Hope visited Shattershelf, and while he was there he pulled the wing off one of their young fire drakes."

"Suna…" Spyro said, regret in his tone. "He went after Suna for flirting with Cynder. I'll have to go there and apologise."

Cynder thought about making a witty and sassy comment. Something about how being in love with her was dangerous. But the thought just made her feel self conscious and kind of guilty.

It was lucky she had Spyro and other precious friends around her, and equally good that Hope was dead now. If either of those things had been false then she might have felt a lot worse and wanted to isolate herself from others to keep them from getting hurt. But that idea, in hindsight, was incredibly stupid.

After a few moments she decided to make a comment anyway, but a much more respectful and, to her mind at least, mature one.

"Well if he still likes me after this then he must have really really liked me." She said. "And if not then I guess it never would have worked out anyway. Either way I should probably give him an apology too."

"Apologies?" Malefor mused. "For something you are not to blame for? Does an apology constitute an admission of guilt?"

Cynder frowned in confusion.

Flare spoke up. "Legally speaking, no. A general apology won't make a case against you by itself. Sometimes an apology costs you nothing, but it means everything to the one who needs it."

"Hm… Perhaps I offer some of these general apologies then. It might aid with the healing process. Assuming I stay in Warfang, that is."

"Assuming we all survive." Cynder said.

"I think we will." Spyro said, giving her a reassuring smile.

Next time battle plans will be drawn, and magic sealing symbols will also be drawn. Darkmire is waiting.

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-4Dragons