The next day, Cynder slept in until noon. She slept badly once again the night before, her sleep haunted by nightmares of the past few days. Even her nightmares of the Terror of the Skies had begun to return, but in these nightmares, Spyro was the one behind her strings, not Malefor and Gaul. Even Forzen had haunted her dreams. The little dragon, her son, crying out in fear. Screaming. Shrieking. Crying out for his mother in terrible howls that grated against her ears. Cynder hated the sight of it. She just wanted to get it out of her head. She wanted to forget her old life, forget her mate, forget her son, and start anew. These nightmares weren't helping.

She figured that getting a quick start to the day will get the dreams out of her mind. It was only after she left the house that Cynder realised it was noon. She sighed. Half the day had already gone. Rushing off to the barracks, without even stopping to grab some breakfast, Cynder prepared herself for another hard-working day.

When she walked in, however, the training room was almost empty, only three or four dragons training and exercising. Cynder looked around with shock, walking forward. "Where's everyone else?" Cynder asked the dragons.

A fire dragon with one eye, named Chol, paused what he was doing and answered her. "Everyone's in the elemental training room. The two new recruits arrived today, and they're being tested by Vetar. Everybody left to watch. I think he planned on getting them in a duel at one point, to see how they fared against each other." Chol explained.

"Have they just started?" Cynder asked.

"Actually no. They've been gone for about fifty minutes." an electric dragon, Lagath, muttered.

"Okay, so I've missed a fair bit. Have you gone in to check on them or have you stayed out here for the whole time?" Cynder asked.

"I've been falling behind on my training recently, so I needed to get back into the swing of things. I think Chol and the others are the same." Lagath said, shrugging, before returning to clawing at his training dummy.

Cynder mumbled an acknowledgement, before leaving the room and turning towards the elemental training room. Loud cheers and shouts came from behind the door. She opened the door and walked in.

It was not a training session.

It wasn't even a duel.

Electrika stood on one of the training rings, shouting out at everyone, while the rest of the dragons cheered. Or, most of them anyway. Almost immediately, Jupal walked up to her from the crowd. Kryton, the other newcomer, was with him, a shocked expression on his face. "Jupal, what's going on?" Cynder asked.

"Madness, that's what. The two newcomers just finished their duel, and Electrika won. After winning, she decided to give a, in her words, 'little speech'. To me, it seems like an act of rebellion." Jupal scoffed.

"I have no idea what's going on. This escalated too quickly for me to catch up." Kryton stammered, shaking his head with wide eyes. "Does this usually happen?"

"A rebellion? No, never." Jupal murmured.

"Who agrees with me?!" Electrika cried, and Cynder turned her eyes to the electric dragoness. Electrika didn't seem to make any notice of her.

"What's Electrika wanting?" Cynder asked, struggling to hear her own voice as more cheers burst from the crowd.

"She wants to lead an expedition to invade Dark Peak." Jupal deadpanned, sounding uninterested.

"She wants to invade Dark Peak?! Is she insane?!" Cynder exclaimed.

"Apparently she is."

Cynder let out a growl as she needed to take things into her own paws once again. "ENOUGH!" she roared, and there was silence.

She walked through the crowd and up onto the training ring in front of Electrika, where she stared angrily down at the smaller, younger dragoness. "Cynder?" Electrika scoffed. "What are you doing here? Don't tell me you're with these guys?"

"I work here, Electrika. As a matter of fact, I signed your registration papers." Cynder deadpanned.

"Don't be stupid, Cynder. No one would trust a murderer like you." Electrika scowled, a dark sneer creeping up across her lips.

Cynder's gaze darkened. "The guardians did. They entrusted me to be the general and supervisor of this place. Logron and many others here trust me as well." she muttered.

Electrika reared her head in a laugh. "The guardians aren't here anymore, Cynder! And I'm sure these warriors here know well enough what you used to be, as they probably went up against you at some point in their lives!"

To Cynder's chagrin, some of the dragons mumbled in agreement, but she chose to ignore it. There were other issues to address here, starting with Electrika's disrespect for the dead. "You dare speak about the guardians like that one more time and you'll be sorry, understood?" Cynder shouted, to get no answer except a rolling of the eyes. "The guardians died with honour. They knew me much more personally than you ever did! So why don't you go along with their judgement? They've had much more experience in knowing what to think of others, and if they trust me, than I'm sure that makes me trustworthy!"

"You killed my parents."

"I know what I did!"

"Then get out of here, you murderer."

"Stop telling me how to do my job!"

"I'm…"

"Shut the hell up, Electrika! I'm not finished." Cynder paused to take a deep breath, before continuing what she was originally going to say. "You're a newcomer. You don't have experience. You don't know how to lead a battalion, and you sure as hell don't know how to fight an army of dark dragons. So, leading a bunch of warriors to Dark Peak is a death wish."

"Well why can't someone else lead it?"

"Because going to Dark Peak is a death wish! Did I not just say that?! We don't know what it's like there!"

"And you don't think going there will give us that opportunity? Besides, they've invaded Warfang twice already."

"You don't get it, do you, Electrika? War is dangerous. We can't just go wandering into the enemy's camp without an idea on what we're doing. We need to be well planned, and we need to understand how to kill off any of the dark dragons should we be attacked, which is almost certain. We still don't know much about our enemy, so until then, we practise with magically created opponents until we figure out ways to fight against the shadowclaws and venomfangs."

"Lots of other people like the idea of going."

"Well we're not going. Not yet, anyway. When the time comes, we will go to Dark Peak, but not in the near future. I'd probably say, to a war of this extent, and with the types of enemies we're dealing with, we'd have to wait about nine to twelve months."

"A whole year? Really, Cynder, no one's going to want to wait twelve months to attack those who attacked us."

A few cheers rose in the air, but some of them were only half-hearted, and most of the dragons who were roaring in agreement earlier were silenced. Cynder didn't know whether they felt they didn't want to betray Warfang, or if what she had said earlier had brought sense into their minds. Cynder looked around. "Alright, go off and do your own thing. Electrika and I will talk alone." she ordered. "And I want no more talk about going to Dark Peak, alright?"

She was answered by mumbles of agreement. She turned to Electrika, who was glaring daggers at her. "You can't tell me what to do." Electrika scoffed.

"I am in charge of this place, so technically, I can. You and I will leave this room and talk in private. You understand me?" Cynder said in a low, dark growl.

No answer.

"I said, do you understand me?" Cynder repeated with a little more force, speaking through gritted teeth.

Electrika let a growl rumble from her throat as she nodded, glaring angrily at her. "Good. Follow me." Cynder said, turning and walking off, looking behind her to make sure the nineteen-year-old electric dragoness was following her. They walked out of the elemental training room, surrounded by others who were going into other rooms, and Cynder turned down the corridor towards her office. She turned around once she was inside and saw Electrika follow her, glaring angrily at her.

They stared at each other for a while, before Electrika spoke. "What?" she spat, quite literally as spittle flew from her lips, her yellow eyes dark with malice and hate.

"When I signed your registration paper, I must admit I hesitated, given our past; the things you've said to me, the things you've said about me, both behind my back and in my face." Cynder growled quietly. "But I wanted to put our rivalry aside and start anew. Plus, it wouldn't be fair on you if I declined you based off our personal affairs. That's why I signed it.

"But now I think maybe I was wrong. Maybe I shouldn't have signed that paper. You have no understanding of the dangers that war brings upon us, and what we need to do to ensure our safety, as well as the safety of the citizens of Warfang. Especially of the citizens of Warfang. That's our job. To protect them. But you're impulsive, you're reckless, you're rebellious, and you only think about yourself.

"So I suggest that if you want to stay here, you behave, and adhere by how we do things here. Those around you will help you, and you have Kryton as well. And I would gladly help you out. But not if things are going to go this way. I'll give you one more warning if something like this happens again, but after that, you're out, because after what I saw just now, you're a danger to all of us. Got it?"

Again, Electrika didn't answer Cynder. The dark purple dragoness was beginning to lose her patience as a roar bubbled up in her throat. She tried to suppress it. "Answer me when I speak to you, Electrika! Do you understand any of what I've been saying?!" she shouted.

Electrika jumped backwards at Cynder's sudden outburst. She recomposed herself, clearing her throat. "Yes, Cynder." the nineteen-year-old muttered, her words slurred together by her mumbling.

"Speak up so I can understand you."

"Yes!" Electrika snapped, before clearing her throat again and repeating herself calmly. "Yes, Cynder. I understand."

"Good. Now out you hop. And I'd better not hear any more of this Dark Peak nonsense from you." Cynder ordered, and Electrika turned and walked out of her office, down the hall, and into the elemental training room. Cynder followed Electrika out into the foyer, watching her as she entered the room.

What am I going to do with her? Cynder thought.

A week passed. Electrika had been behaving herself, and Kryton was learning and adapting well; Cynder was happy to have things finally going much better than they had been. She was getting into a few training sessions as well to keep her skills up and to help improve the skills of other dragons, and Logron had found some spare time to have his duel with Cynder, as it had been postponed after Tyrax's horrible experience of Cynder's fear element, followed by the events of the siege and many other issues that had come up.

Today, she was giving every dragon a big run-through of the two types of dark dragons in Spyro's army in the magic training room, explaining the anatomy of the dragons and where their weak spots were. She then decided to form two shadowclaws and a venomfang in the middle of one of the rings to show everyone else what a real battle with the creatures looked like, or a simulated version of it, at least. Cynder had gotten out of the fight with a cut wrist and a red eye, having been shouldered in the left eye by a shadowclaw. She had killed all three dragons quite quickly, and took some time to explain to everyone after the fight what she had done, showing them the corpses and what they were all looking for (it was pretty gruesome to do so nonetheless; it seemed much like a biology class during that part of it).

Now she was getting volunteers in the rings, one at a time, one ring dedicated to shadowclaws, the other dedicated to the venomfangs. She had brought a few moles, panthers and dragons from the infirmary to help if there were injuries, and if there were any poisoning issues, Cynder had her own poison element ready to absorb the acid.

They were taking it slowly, one shadowclaw or venomfang in the ring at once, to get the warriors used to the creatures they would eventually be going up against. Cynder had allowed Tyrax, Vetar and Blitz the privilege to go up against two shadowclaws if they wished, given that they had already fought shadowclaws and venomfangs in real life, and made it out alive. Tyrax and Vetar had accepted the offer, but Blitz wanted to get used to the feeling first, instead of being thrown into the fray like he had earlier.

Right now, Apata and Jupal were in the rings, Apata fighting a shadowclaw, and Jupal fighting a venomfang. Apata was doing well. She had managed to deal quite a lot of deep cuts on the shadowclaw, but she couldn't get close enough to the dragon's chest or neck without getting hurt. She was unscathed so far. Jupal, on the other hand, had been clawed across the right flank, and he was spilling blood, but he had been quick to dodge when the venomfang released a glob of poison at him. Cynder had even decided to create large see-through walls with the magic of the training ring so that no stray shots of poison would fly anyway and infect someone else. Cynder smiled as Apata suddenly lunged at the shadowclaw, pinning it to the ground, a flailing mess of limbs with its chest facing Apata. She raised her claws and plunged them into the shadowclaw's chest. There was the sound of a shatter as the crystal inside the chest was destroyed, and the shadowclaw fell still. After a while, the magical hold on the shadowclaw was released, causing it to disintegrate into nothing.

Apata stepped out of the ring, beaming, and Cynder congratulated her. She looked to Jupal, who was beginning to show signs that he was struggling with the venomfang. "Are you alright?!" Apata cried.

"I'm fine!" Jupal replied, ducking as a glob of poison flew over his head, before he raised his head up, shoving his horns into the venomfang's neck, skewering it atop his head. Jupal quickly threw the venomfang down onto the ground with a heavy slam, and Jupal hacked at the venomfang's head before it could recover. The venomfang quickly jerked, throwing its head high into to the air with a spray of its own green blood, slamming its horns into Jupal's chest, blood flowing from the wound as he flew through the air. He landed on the ground with a heavy thud, winding him. Jupal quickly recomposed himself however, before he swiped at the venomfang, which was also now standing. He managed to catch onto the flesh on the venomfang's neck, but it wasn't bothered. It let out a roar, showing green flesh inside its mouth. It shot rapid globs of poison out of its mouth, and Jupal leapt around frantically, trying to dodge them. The venomfang then closed its mouth and lunged at Jupal, who swung his tailblade in a huge arc, and he felt his tailblade cut through heaps of flesh. The venomfang let out a shriek as it fell to the ground, a large, bleeding cut across its face where its eyes would have been. The venomfang continued to shriek in pain, green blood flowing from its eye sockets, giving it a horrific possessed appearance, before it was silenced as Jupal finished his job at hacking through its forehead, and then the venomfang fell silent. Jupal turned to Apata with a smile. "See? I told you I was fine!"

Jupal stepped out of the ring as both the venomfang corpse and the wall disintegrated. He walked towards Apata and they nuzzled each other lovingly. They had begun dating three days ago, Jupal being the one to ask her out. Cynder couldn't help but watch upon them with a mix of happiness and jealousy. She was happy for them, but she was jealous because she had lost her love to the darkness. Spyro. The name echoed in her head. She had loved him so much, and now he was gone, changed completely. They even had a son, who she believed was gone. Corrupted or dead, she didn't know, but she had made the decision to believe that Forzen was dead. Despite it being a few weeks ago, it was still a fresh wound, and a big one at that. To see two dragons she worked with closely showing such affection like that pained her a lot.

She shut the thoughts away as the next two dragons stepped into the rings. Electrika had walked into the ring designated to the shadowclaws. Manriel, a sturdy ice dragon with a huge amount of horns and spikes crowning his head, had stepped into the ring designated to the venomfangs. Cynder looked at them with a neutral expression. "Are you ready?" she asked, receiving nods. "Alright, be warned that this is harder than it looks, and much more dangerous than it looks, especially the venomfang. I'm sure Tyrax, Vetar and Blitz can agree to that."

"Absolutely." Vetar said.

"Alright, can we get on with it, please?" Electrika complained.

"Calm yourself, Electrika." Cynder said with a dangerous tone in her voice, before recomposing herself and saying one simple word.

"Begin."

The shadowclaw appeared in front of Electrika, and the venomfang appeared in front of Manriel. See-through walls also appeared around the ice dragon and the venomfang. Electrika was quick to attack. She leapt at the shadowclaw quickly, without thinking, and almost immediately got a claw to the right flank. She winced in pain as she staggered backwards so she was a few metres away from the shadowclaw, felling the blood rolling down her flank. She turned and saw the shadowclaw rushing towards her, and she dodged, the shadowclaw's jagged fangs biting down on thin air. Electrika flung her tailblade forward, thrusting it into the shadowclaw's hind right leg. It growled in pain, before turning towards Electrika, snarling. It released a large stream of black fire, and Electrika ran backwards, shouting in shock. The smoke around her dispersed, and she remained with a small burn on her left cheek. No blood vessels were popped, but the yellow scales had peeled off the flesh, which was bright red and swollen. It was obviously painful too.

Manriel was doing well, too. It was at the time Electrika thrust her tailblade into the shadowclaw's leg that the first move was made by the venomfang; the two dragons had spent a few seconds circling each other to start off with. The venomfang lunged at Manriel, who dodged nimbly, quickly turning around and swinging his tailblade around, leaving a long, clean cut across the venomfang's back. It didn't do anything to the dragon, however, as it turned and snarled, breathing a glob of poison at Manriel.

Manriel was too slow to dodge, and he was hit square in the chest.

Manriel fell to the ground with a gurgled shout, and the venomfang leapt on top of him, pinning him to the ground. Cynder's voice cut through the air. "EVERYONE STOP!" she screamed, and everything in the rings disappeared, including Electrika's shadowclaw.

"Come on, Cynder! I was just about to…!" Electrika cut herself short when she saw Manriel writhing on the ground, foam forming around his lips as small, strangled shouts burst from his throat in amongst weak, rapid, hoarse breaths.

The poison had gotten into his system quickly, and Cynder was at his side quick as a flash. "This may hurt." she warned, thrusting her claws deep into Manriel's chest and prying it open, red blood spraying everywhere. Manriel let out a strangled cry. Cynder shoved her paws into Manriel's bloody chest and called upon her poison element.

She felt the venom rushing into her body. Manriel continued to cry out in pain, and she looked down at his face, wet with tears, eyes red, and jaws open wide as he screamed and fought for breath, foaming at the mouth. "Look at me. Look at me, Manriel." she said. "You'll be fine. Trust me."

Manriel replied with a loud gurgling cry, turning his teary cyan eyes towards Cynder. "You'll be fine. This is why I was here." Cynder said soothingly.

"It… It hurts!" Manriel gurgled as pink, almost red spittle flew from his foamy lips. He let out another scream before he spoke again, his voice bubbly as his mouth filled with massive amounts of pink saliva. "Dear ancestors, it hurts like hell!"

"You'll be fine, Manriel. It's only temporary. I'm right here for you. I'll be right here next to you. I'm getting rid of the poison that's trying to fight its way into your blood. You'll be fine. I promise." Cynder replied.

"Th-th-th-thank you!" the ice dragon cried again, before he let out heavy sobs that wracked his body. Cynder could feel his body moving around her paws. After a little while, the stream of poison stopped. She had absorbed every bit of it. She waited a few more seconds just to make sure, before she pulled her paws out of Manriel's chest, her paws caked in vast amounts of thick, red blood.

Manriel let out a scream as blood began to flow out of the wound like a fountain. Cynder's paws had originally stopped the blood flow, but there was nothing to stop it now. "Red gems! Red gems, please! And heaps of them!" Cynder ordered, and the medical crew from the infirmary rushed into a frenzy, grabbing red gems and bandages. Cynder turned to Manriel. "You'll be fine. You just need to rest for a while, alright?"

Manriel nodded, before he let out another cry of pain. The medical crew got to him quickly, and Cynder stood up and padded away, leaving bloody pawprints on the ground as she stepped backwards. She looked around and saw the shocked faces on everyone else watching. "This is why I was here. Venomfangs are incredibly dangerous, and their poison can kill quickly, much quicker than my own can. I watched Oren die from the poison; I couldn't get to him in time." Cynder said, gulping as the memory of the incredibly gory death resurfaced in her mind.

Suddenly, the door to the entrance of the room opened, and a flustered earth dragoness stuck her head through the door. "Yes?" Cynder asked. She didn't know this dragoness.

"Miss Cynder, Logron wants you. Now." the dragoness said, and Cynder's face hardened.

"How come?" Cynder asked.

"I don't know, but Logron said it was urgent."

Cynder sighed, turning around to address everyone else. "Alright, you're free to do your own thing. If you wish to continue training in here, you may, but only shadowclaws will be permitted if you want to fight against dark dragons. Venomfangs are just too dangerous to be training against without me; you all saw how quickly their venom affected Manriel. He'd be dead in seconds had I not been here. Vetar will be in charge while I'm gone." Cynder said.

Vetar nodded respectfully to Cynder before she padded over to the earth dragoness. "I'll take you to Logron." the dragoness said, her voice quivering.

Cynder took a quick moment to wash Manriel's blood off her paws first. Then they walked out into the streets, and turned into the Warfang Temple, where Logron was staying temporarily to take over the duties of a guardian for the meantime (as he was the main supervisor of the Warfang Army underneath the guardians, which kind of made him like their second-in-command). Logron was waiting for them, as were four other young dragons, in their mid-thirties. "What's going on here?" Cynder asked.

"All four of these young dragons had a strange dream last night. Only two of them have ever met, but only twice before this. They're all strangers, and yet they had exactly the same dream, and they managed to find each other and talk about it before coming to consult me." Logron explained.

Cynder looked at the four dragons. One of them spoke, a young electric dragon with long, pointy indigo horns and a slightly squared snout, although it was still mostly rounded. "Hi." the dragon said. His voice was a slightly higher pitch than most male dragons of his age. "I'm, uh… I'm Lagenon."

The other three dragons looked to Logron with uncertainty. Logron turned to them with a smile. "Yeah, introduce yourselves. You and Cynder will definitely be seeing a lot more of each other sometime down the track." Logron said to them. Cynder wondered what he meant by that. And what did Logron mean by strange dreams?

The fire dragon was the next one to speak up. His scales were dark red, and the crest on top of his head was large and coloured a vibrant blood-orange. One of his eyes were red, while the other was orange, like his crest. "Hello, Cynder. My name is Ash." His voice was deep, but not anywhere near as deep as Terrador's was. Cynder suddenly shuddered as the name entered her head.

"I'm Frélix." the ice dragon said. He looked slightly similar to Cyril, except his bottom jaw was slightly thinner, and he was more muscular. His scales were also slightly darker, but his eyes were the same piercing cyan colour of Cyril's. Frélix was slightly restless, fiddling with his claws as he looked around nervously, his composure rivalling what his body structure portrayed.

"And I'm Torialis." the earth dragon greeted. "Nice to meet you." He was the only one to say something along those lines. Torialis was polite and kind, and appeared to be the youngest of the four dragons. Torialis was quite heavily built, like most earth dragons, although slightly thinner than Frélix, who was the muscliest of the four dragons. Torialis' voice was deep and came out almost like a growl. A polite growl. Cynder scoffed inwardly. Politeness and growling weren't normally something she would put together.

"Hello, Lagenon, Ash, Frélix, Torialis. Nice to meet you all, too." Cynder said, sitting down next to Logron. Ash winced as she replied with 'nice to meet you', as if he had realised he had forgotten to be polite. "I'm sure you all know me, but just in case, I'm Cynder."

"Yeah, you used to be the…" Ash was cut off by a loud whack as Torialis slapped the fire drake in the back of the head with his clubbed tail. "Sorry." Ash immediately apologised.

Cynder knew what he was going to say, and she almost cursed him aloud for doing so, but she kept the frustration in and, hesitantly, replied, "It's alright."

Torialis scoffed, and Ash brought his paw up to rub the back of his head. Cynder looked around and suddenly noticed something slightly peculiar about the dragons that had joined her and Logron. Their elements. Fire, earth, lightning and ice. Cynder had a faint idea what this was about, but she didn't voice her thoughts aloud in case she was wrong. "So… tell me about these… dreams… of yours, guys." Cynder said.

Frélix was the one who spoke. "Well, I woke up in this really weird library place like… half-way through the night. The others did, too, but these were all at different times. Anyway, I heard this voice call me by name. I whirled around, kind of scared, I guess, because no one was there. Just this… disembodied voice." Frélix explained, slowing down at the end, sounding unsure of himself.

"Oh, oh! Can I tell Cynder what the voice said?" Ash asked excitedly, stamping his left forepaw on the ground. "It said the same thing to all of us!"

"Sure, whatever." Frélix groaned, rolling his eyes.

Cynder turned her eyes to Ash. "Alright, so this voice… it was really weird, right, and it was really old and raspy, like it belonged to someone who was a thousand years old!" Cynder noticed Lagenon and Torialis roll their eyes, too. Cynder suppressed a chuckle. Ash was sure energetic, and it seemed that the other three dragons didn't seem to like that characteristic about him, despite them only meeting recently. "Anyway, the voice spoke in a really loud voice, and it kind of echoed around us. It sounded very wise. 'You are chosen!'" Ash mimicked the 'old, raspy voice' that had spoken to him and the others. "'You are chosen!' the voice told me. I was ready to leap out at the voice, and I was like, 'Who are you? Are you an ancestor?' And then I was like, 'If you're an ancestor, am I dead?' And then I was like…"

"Alright, we get it!" Frélix groaned. "Just get on with it!"

"Do you want me to continue?" Lagenon deadpanned.

"No. Ash is telling us a story." Cynder said, a slightly scolding tone in her voice. "Let him talk."

"Thank you, Miss Cynder. Anyway, after I asked if the voice was an ancestor, the voice just laughed at me, and said in a loud, booming voice, 'I am the Chronicler, and you are chosen.' And I was like, 'Whoa, this is the Chronicler? I'm about to meet the Chronicler!'" Ash stamped on the ground again as he said this. "He never showed himself, though, but he then said to meet him with the other chosen ones, who turned out to be these guys, in a week's time at the White Isle, wherever that is. And then I woke up."

"So, let me get this straight." Cynder said. "You heard the Chronicler speaking to you?"

"Yes." the four dragons said in unison.

"The Chronicler hasn't shown himself in like… eleven years, I think it was, back during the Night of Eternal Darkness. I don't know who the Chronicler is or how to get to him, because the Chronicler revealed himself to Spyro." Cynder shuddered at the mention of his name, and she said it with slightly more malice than intended. The dragons' eyes widened at the hate in her growl. "But I do know that the Chronicler is a very important deity, close to the ancestors, that watches over the Books of Time, which contain every single bit of history. The Chronicler also lives in this White Isle place, and, if I'm correct, you may be gone for a while. It'll probably take about a week to get there, and a week to get back."

"But how do we get there?" Leganon asked.

"I've heard that you can get there by following Adrano." Logron said. "Although, I, as well as most other dragons, have never made the trip, due to it being too long, or because lots of people dismiss it as a myth. I believe it's true, but I've also heard that the leviathans that guard the White Isle will attack those who are not granted access to the White Isle, another reason why I haven't attempted to make the trip, as leviathans can be pretty deadly. They're big enough and strong enough to bite a dragon in half if it has to. But the Chronicler's visited you in your dreams, as well as asked you to go to the White Isle, you should be safe."

"I think Spyro made the trip over the ocean on the back of one." Cynder said.

"Anyway, you guys had better get packing. It sounds like you've got a week-long trip ahead of you." Logron said.

"Alright. Bye, then, Cynder and Logron." Torialis said, standing up and turning to walk off, as did Leganon, Frélix and Ash.

Logron turned to Cynder. "I have an idea what this is about." he said when the young dragons were out of sight.

"So do I. I figured it out after a while when I realised it was a fire, electric, earth, and ice dragon sitting with us, as well as the fact that they all shared practically similar dreams, and were told by the Chronicler that they're 'chosen'." Cynder said. "I think the ancestors have chosen them to become the next guardians."

"As do I. They have a lot of growth to do for a job like that, especially Ash by the looks of it. I'm concerned for them, but I think they'll do well. I'm just glad that we're… we're getting guardians again."

"Same with me."

Hey all. It's been a while, but I'm back! School's just started up again, and I had camp on the third day, but it was really fun. I've also been doing a bit more modelling and figured out how to rig (or… most of rigging – I still have to figure out how to turn my rig into an IK rig). I've been editing a fair few videos for YouTube as well.

But now we have new spots for the guardians! What do you think of them so far? And what of Electrika's plan to go to Dark Peak?

Anyway, I'll see you all around, however long it may take for me to do the next chapter. I'm going to try and get another chapter for Bitten up soon as well, so if you're reading that, keep a close lookout for it.