I'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has read this far for sticking with this story. I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have.

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Story now:

Spyro staggered to his feet, after a moment he collected himself and walked back to Suna and Cynder.

"That was intense." He said.

"That was awesome. You beat him!" Suna said.

"It was more of a draw I think. Gracious will be back, that collapse won't have killed him. Can you two walk?"

"I could walk." Suna said. He unfolded one of his wings to reveal Cynder, the black dragoness had her eyes closed, and when she felt the cool air she shivered slightly and pressed closer to Suna.

Spyro leant over her and nuzzled her.

"You can't fall asleep yet, Cynder." He said. The black dragoness murmured something indecipherable in reply and tried to snuggle down.

"We need to go. Come on, stand up."

"She's peaceful." Suna said. "And she's pretty comfortable."

"Don't even start. We agreed that if I said up then you'd up, didn't we?"

"That was about ice." Suna said. "It's different." He reluctantly climbed to his feet, Cynder made a sound of displeasure and tried to cling to the fire dragon, but she wasn't strong enough to.

"It must be awful not to have cold resistance. Look at what it's done to you." Spyro said sympathetically to Cynder, he nudged the black dragoness gently.

Cynder opened her eyes, she frowned, trying to work out what was going on, and then she noticed Spyro and Suna standing above her.

"I'm tired." She said in a trembling voice.

"We can tell." Spyro smiled kindly. "I can give you a ride if you want."

"Did we win?"

"For now." Spyro said. "But we've got to go before he comes back."

"Good." Cynder mumbled.

Spyro lay down and shifted Cynder onto his back. She wrapped her body around him for warmth and closed her eyes again.

Spyro and Suna walked for the exit, Spyro flattened the spiked ice that he and Gracious had left around the chamber. They progressed slowly, but they made it to the path and started climbing the stairs back up to Shattershelf.

"Can we bring the path down?" Spyro asked. "We need to stop Shattershelf being attacked from down here."

"Perhaps. Some of the stairways bridge gaps; it'll slow them down at least if we collapse some of the path."

"You tell me which points will be most effective."

"Got it. There's one just up here."

Spyro and Suna stopped at a section where the stairway had been built out over the cavern. Spyro considered the stone.

"Is this part going to be reinforced by razor wire?"

"I'm not sure, but I know that one of the landings coming up is wired, so it could probably be."

"Right. This might even be enough to stop them then."

Spyro put his paws on the stone and sent his power running through it. The stone trembled for a moment before it collapsed.

Spyro had made sure to leave the part he was standing on stable; he wouldn't be able to fly back up to where the path went while also carrying the barely conscious Cynder.

The two dragons went to the edge and looked down. They could hear sounds echoing up from below them orcs, trolls, or worse, Spyro didn't know and he was in no mood to find out. Gracious would be coming too, and he would be angry.

Cynder raised her head and crawled off Spyro's back.

"What happened?" She asked.

"We're collapsing the stairway so that they can't follow us and reach Shattershelf." Spyro told her.

"Right. Good job." Cynder said. She swayed as she stood and Spyro put his wing over her to keep her steady. Cynder smiled in gratitude and rested her weight on him.

The three dragons kept going back to Shattershelf; Cynder sat to rest, the cold was coming back and so was the shivering, she knew she wouldn't last much longer. Spyro collapsed another part of the tunnel floor. The sounds of Gracious' attack force were growing louder. The dragons looked up, startled, when they heard a howl of anger.

"He's reached the first collapse." Spyro said. "He'll fly straight across it. We aren't going to make it!"

He dragged Cynder to her feet and the three of them fled down the tunnel.

"Here! Collapse this!" Suna yelled. He ran to one of the walls and smacked it with his tail. Spyro hurried to it and put his paws against it.

"You!" Gracious roared at them, storming into the corridor.

"Me!" Spyro roared back as he collapsed the roof.

Gracious leapt back as the stone fell and he was cut off from the dragons again. He gathered power and unleashed his magic and his fury on the stone.

Spyro, Suna and Cynder shared a look as they heard a deep crunch from the other side of the rock fall and a roar of anger.

"He's pretty pissed off." Spyro observed.

There was another crunch, rocks broke.

"He'll smash his way through." Cynder said urgently.

"We've got to go." Suna agreed.

Spyro collapsed the tunnels twice more as they ran; eventually they left the sound of the ice dragon's pursuit behind them. Then they heard a dragon in the passage ahead of them.

"Could he have flown ahead of us?" Spyro asked.

"I don't know." Suna whispered.

The three of them waited for whoever was approaching, but it wasn't Gracious this time, it was Asha.

None of them had ever been so glad to see her.

"We're being chased!" Suna said.

"By what? Give me numbers and a rough threat level. Is there a major attack going on from here?"

"Yes. The ice dragon Gracious is behind us. He used golems to dig tunnels to bring orcs through into the bottom of the ice caverns."

"Gracious is here?" Asha asked.

There was an echoing booming sound from the passage behind them, followed by a roar.

"That would be him." Suna said.

"Right." Asha said. "We were wondering where he was hiding."

More fire dragons joined them in the corridor; Asha looked around and briefed the dragons on what she wanted from them.

"One of our most dangerous enemies is in the cave below us. The servant of Malefor and rouge ice dragon, Gracious. If he escapes alive we'll almost certainly need to deal with him again later, if we can kill or capture him now then we may be able to end this siege quickly."

"Don't underestimate him." Spyro warned. "He's on almost the same level as the guardians of Warfang."

"Understood." Asha considered the fire dragons and gave more specific orders. "Don't overly concern yourself with taking him alive, but if you get a safe chance then we may be able to make some use of him."

Asha turned back to Spyro, Suna and Cynder.

"You three look exhausted; you should get medical attention and have some rest. We'll deal with this, you've earned a break."

Cynder had managed well up until then, but now they were out of danger.

She fainted on the spot.

The General, acting commander of the orc army, was rapidly informed that Gracious' infiltration of Shattershelf had been unsuccessful. The infiltration had been the most risky part of the plan, and therefore Gracious and Malefor had not relied on it to take the city, the majority of the orc forces were aboveground, and the city could feasibly be destroyed by their present means.

The General rose from where it had been crouched on the mountainside; its limbs creaked as it moved, they always did.

It leapt off the mountain and fell towards the valley, unfurling its draconic wings to land easily among the rows of orcs it commanded.

The air attack had been a success in that it had allowed the orcs to destroy the dividing walls of Shattershelf in safety, but the fire king had realised what they were planning and sent out dozens of dragons to battle the grublins and wyverns in the skies above the city. Against dragons the air force of the besieging army was hopelessly outmatched.

The dragons had used their superior speed, manoeuvrability, range and firepower to obliterate over ten thousand wyverns in less than twenty minutes. Adding to this the number of grublins that had died in slipping through the walls of Shattershelf and approximately a fifth of the currently attacking horde had been destroyed already.

The General walked among its army. The orcs reacted to its presence; each reaction was slightly different in a way that casual observers would miss. The General noticed these differences, unlike the orcs it was a fully intelligent creature. Unlike the orcs The General was capable of cruelty and kindness; unlike the orcs it was capable of obsession.

The General was obsessed with the orcs; their minds fascinated the haunting skeletal creature endlessly. Each one was ever so slightly different, but why? Was it because of Malefor's thoughts at the moment when he had created them? Did they learn from experience? Was it a because of the kind of earth they had been created from? The General desired answers to these questions, it wanted to know things.

Two fire dragons had died, one had been overwhelmed by the wyverns and brought down by hundreds of attacks, the other had chosen to attempt an attack on the siege ballista that guarded the battering rams and had been cut down by a storm of arrows.

The General ignored the ruins of the siege ballista it walked past; the dragons had been quite determined to destroy them and had succeeded in destroying at least forty of them. A third dragon had been downed during its attempt, but this one was still alive.

The General stopped above the last fire dragon, she was badly wounded, but the creature had little doubt that she would survive if she was not deliberately killed. Orders had been given by Gracious to kill every fighting dragon that they had the chance to kill, but the General did not necessarily need to follow them. Malefor did not wish dragons to die without cause, and the General had been created with the same value for life that the purple dragon possessed.

It knew other things about Malefor too, things that the great purple dragon had only ever confided to one other.

"Bind her. Do not kill her. Take her to Malefor." The General rasped its orders to the orcs; it watched them do as instructed, as ever each one behaved in a slightly different way.

The fire dragoness snarled at the General, but she was ignored.

There was a war to be won, and those orders were not currently negotiable, they had to be carried out and Shattershelf had to fall. Malefor was to have his victory.

Now that the golems of the deep were no longer required to tunnel into the ice caverns the General regained control of them and summoned them onto the battlefield.

As the remaining two massive creatures emerged from the earth the General commanded the clouds of grublins and wyverns to retreat to the mountaintops, the commander of the orc army no longer felt a need to keep the Shattershelf dragons busy within their city any longer.

It was time for the last phase of the attack, breaking down the Shattershelf gate.

High above the city and the field Malefor watched the battle unfold, he was rather curious to hear what Gracious had to say about his loss in the Ice Caverns. That Spyro and Cynder had personally stopped him there was interesting to Malefor, but he was not been surprised to learn that Gracious had encountered resistance.

Malefor found unplanned elements like this amusing, but Gracious' defeat was of no concern to his own plans.

Spyro and Cynder needed only to be capable of one more heroic act.

When Cynder came too she was lying beside Spyro in a ward bed, she couldn't remember being taken here and she supposed she had been carried. She felt comfortable and, equally important, she felt warm. Spyro had put his wing over her like a blanket. She slowly raised her head; her strength was coming back to her.

There were fire dragons hurrying around, Suna was on a bed nearby with a bandage over his side from where he'd been hit by Gracious' ice spear.

Several young dragons had come in with minor wounds from fighting grublins; she spotted the young fire dragon with the injured paw that she had saved in the ice caverns. He was talking to Spark, who seemed to be fine.

"You're awake." Spyro said. He leant over and kissed her forehead gently "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay." She said. She rested her head on Spyro's back. "But I really don't like the cold."

"That's understandable." Spyro said.

Cynder lay there with Spyro, happy just to be beside him. After a while she felt ready to get up and start functioning again. She curled her tail around Spyro and cuddled him, as she had planned to do since the ice caverns.

Spyro sighed, relaxing into Cynder's embrace. She put her paws around his belly and squeezed him. Her tail stroked along his underside.

"This isn't a good place." He said reluctantly, he turned in Cynder's grip until they were nose to nose, her tail stayed where it was but she didn't go any further.

"I don't care." Cynder said. "Right now I honestly just don't care."

They kissed slowly, Spyro half turned to be lying partially on top of Cynder. They closed their eyes and just enjoyed being together. Cynder breathed in, smelling Spyro.

"I want to take you out to dinner again." Spyro murmured to Cynder around their kiss. "Some time soon."

"I'd like that." Cynder said, curling herself up around Spyro. He stroked her scales, kissing her deeply.

"Would you two get a room?"

Cynder looked up startled. Spark was standing right above her, looking down at her and Spyro. She scowled at the young red dragon to cover her embarrassment.

"This is a room." She said with a threatening tone. Spyro got off of her; she sighed and rolled onto her belly.

"What do you want?" Spyro asked.

"Nothing, you two were just making a scene." Spark grinned.

"Nothing?" Spyro repeated.

"Pretty much." Spark laughed and jumped off their bed before running back to where he had been. He immediately started discussing something quietly with the other young dragon.

Cynder scowled after him before sitting up. Spyro sat up too and the two of them looked around the ward.

"I'm hungry." Cynder said.

"Let's get some food." Spyro said in agreement.

"Hey, you're awake."

Cynder glanced around. Suna had approached them, he looked a little bit nervous.

"Are you okay?" He asked Cynder. She nodded.

"I am, thanks to you and Spyro." Cynder said.

"Mostly Spyro." Suna said. There was a moment's silence. "So anyway… I was… umm." He sighed. "You already know how I feel about you, is now a good time for me to ask if you're okay with that?"

"Now's a good time." Cynder said. There was only a war on, after all.

"Right. Cool." Suna tried to work out what to say, but couldn't think of anything.

"Why do you like me like that?" Cynder asked. "I want to know your reason if that's okay."

"Well. I guess it's basically three reasons. First is just your looks, you are really… sexy." Suna grinned before continuing.

"Okay. I know that just going based on looks is shallow and that, so when I first saw you I was going to just admire you and forget about it. But then I found out you're an amazing fighter, you're skilled and powerful and I respect that. Thirdly you have a great personality, you're kind and clever and really brave. So that's pretty much why I like you."

Suna grinned again, pleased that he had managed to say what he wanted to say. His grin really was a lot like Spyro's, in short it was cute. Cynder was flattered by the praise; she smiled in a bashful way.

"Thanks. That's really nice Suna." She looked at Spyro. "We haven't really talked about this…"

"I'm cool with it. You can do what you want." Spyro said. He'd been thinking about it since Suna had brought it up and reached a final decision while Cynder had been unconscious. Dragons could and often did have multiple relationships at once; Volteer, Imperia and Flare were an obvious example. Cynder was free to do as she wished in Spyro's opinion, he trusted her completely.

She leant forwards and she and Spyro touched noses, she gave him a quick kiss. Spyro smiled and nuzzled her. They turned back to Suna, Cynder gave him a smile.

"I'd love to go on a date with you sometime and see how it goes, now might be a bad time for that though. The city is still under siege isn't it? Or was I unconscious for longer than I thought?"

"Yep, still besieged." Spyro said. "But Asha did say that we'd earned a break from the fighting."

"Also Spyro would probably need to come along, considering that we're chained together." Cynder remembered. "You'd have to share." She added coyly.

Suna nodded.

"That's cool; I'd be fine with a triple date." He said, and then he frowned. "But what chain are you talking about?"

Cynder tapped her throat and the glowing snake charm appeared there. Spyro did the same thing.

"Malefor had someone put these things on us; we have to stay within about two hundred meters of each other."

"That's weird. Why would he do that?" Suna asked.

"We're not quite sure really." Spyro said.

"Do you want to find out why?"

"Maybe, unless it's a nasty, evil reason, like 'so you can die together' or something. Then I'd prefer not to know."

"We can ask him when we eventually meet face to face again." Cynder said.

"The snake bands do look pretty good on you two." Suna said, amused.

Spyro shrugged.

"I guess so."

A distant booming sound made the city walls tremble. Spyro and Cynder looked up to see what was going on.

"What was that?" Cynder asked.

"I think that the main gate just got rammed." Suna said cautiously.

"It's designed to withstand that, right?" Spyro said.

"Not for long."

"That's bad then." Spyro said. He turned to Cynder. "Ready to be a hero again?"

"Sure." She got up with a smile. It would be nice to fight in a warm area again, she decided. She looked across at Suna. "You can't fight with that wound. We'll come back and discuss date arrangements then."

"I could fight if I needed to, but you two can handle it without me. I'll look forward to that then."

Spyro and Cynder managed to find the main gate without too much difficulty. Inside the main gate was a very large cavern full of buildings and narrow streets. This area had been crafted out of the rock, rather than being tunnelled into it.

The crack in the mountain that Cynder and Spyro had seen from outside was what had made this larger cavern possible. Cynder liked this part of the city, there was plenty enough open space for her to fly.

Several fire dragons travelling in the same direction ignored the ground level streets and flew to the rooftops to get to the main gate, Spyro and Cynder did the same thing. By the time they arrived there was a crowd of dragons around the gate. Magmar stood before the doors, whatever ram had been brought to destroy them was swung again. There was a whoosh as the massive thing accelerated and a thunderous boom as it hit the doors. The fire king didn't even flinch.

"The same strategy we used effectively on the outer walls. We no longer need to concern ourselves with overwhelming aerial attack. Only a few orcs can enter the gate at a time, kill them as they come. At most recent count three dragons have died or been incapacitated in this conflict; over thirty thousand of our enemies are destroyed. We are winning."

Magmar took a few steps away from the door and turned towards it. He waited. The ram beyond the doors swung again. There was a crunch, something in the door broke.

"COME ON THEN! I'LL TEAR YOU ALL TO PIECES!" Magmar howled at the door.

Spyro noticed Asha standing on the edge of the crowd with Flare.

"Did Gracious escape?" He asked, walking over.

"Unfortunately. He took the life of one of our dragons before he fled. You did well not to die against him, he is very dangerous."

"Thanks. It's a shame that you didn't get him, but Malefor would probably keep the attack going even if Gracious was killed."

"The situation outside has gotten worse. The orcs have brought rams right up to the gate; the outer walls are entirely destroyed. Two golems have been called out of the earth; they're being used to guard our other gates to stop us from sending out strike teams."

"We can still win, the city defences are excellent." Flare said thoughtfully. "But there's something bigger going on behind this siege, something isn't quite right about it."

"We can work that out after we've won the siege." Asha said. She walked away to join her brother before the gate. He nodded to her with a grin that was equal parts fondness and bloodlust.

The ram swept forwards. There was not a boom this time but a wicked crack. The integrity of the door was gone now, one more blow and it would fall.

Spyro looked over at Cynder.

"Are you ready?"

"I'm ready." Cynder confirmed.

There was one final rush of movement from the ram and the doors exploded open.

Orcs surged through the broken gate like the water from the sea. Just as vast and unstoppable as the waves, and just as unforgiving to any fire dragon that was in its path.

Magmar spat fire and lava, he started to combine his earth element with his fire to add impact and weight to his attacks, trying to simply pulverise his enemies with large scale damage.

Atop the ram a skeletal winged creature stood, it was armed with a sword and shield. Cynder didn't know what it was, but it looked menacing. It was watching the fight in a detached manner, she guessed it was some sort of commander and pointed it out to Spyro.

"We've fought those things before. But they don't usually have wings." Spyro said. "It looks important standing up there. Maybe we should try to take it out."

"I think we'll be a bit busy." Cynder said.

Magmar and Asha were forced back from the gateway but the sheer numbers of orcs rampaging through it. The invaders paid dearly for every inch of ground they gained, but through sheer numbers they slowly began to establish control of the Shattershelf gates and advance.

The fire dragons were pushed back into the narrow streets and Spyro and Cynder were rapidly caught in the middle of the chaos.

Orcs and dragons were fighting all around them, Cynder had trouble processing who was where and what was happening. Spyro started using his ice and fire to destroy the orcs as they charged at him. That turned out to be too slow, so Spyro used his comet dash to clear the whole street of orcs. Cynder dispatched a few orcs that the powerful purple dragon had missed before taking to the air and floating over the rooftops of the buildings.

From up here she had an excellent view of what was going on. The orc army had managed to spread out enough to no longer be fighting in battle lines, now they were rampaging through the streets and houses looking for dragons to attack.

Spyro struck down all orcs that he saw with ease, Cynder watched over him from the air and killed a few orcs that might otherwise have snuck up on him unaware.

From above Cynder could see the battle unfolding. She watched as a seemingly endless stream of Orcs flowed through the gates and into the narrow streets. What they lacked in power individually they made up for in numbers and in fury.

Spyro took to the air and flew beside Cynder, the couple made a tempting target for the orcs below them, and arrows were soon fired. Cynder casually deflected them with her wind magic, keeping the two of them safe as Spyro got his breath back.

Magmar, Asha and Flare fought together, nothing could stand before the three fire dragons. Magmar considered the battle with his burning eyes.

"Flare. Asha. We're leaving."

"Brother!"

"I don't care. We can do nothing here. We're leaving." Magmar turned and walked away.

As Magmar had predicted the absence of the three dragons had little effect on the battle; it was still just as hopeless as it had been before.

"We're not making any progress. There's a whole sea of orcs out there and this is only the beginning of the attack. They'll keep coming and fighting and dying in here until the room fills up with their bodies and there will still be more left to come."

Spyro nodded.

"We don't have much choice. We just have to…" Spyro trailed off.

"Did you just have a stupid, suicidal, heroic, selfless idea?"

"Walk straight out of the gate."

"We'd probably die."

"With Dragon Time we could get out there safely past the ram, and then we cut loose and take down all the orcs we can hit."

"You've got me convinced." Cynder smiled. "I love you Spyro, all of your heroic ideas included. Let's do it."

"I love you too Cynder. Try not to die."

"I wasn't planning to. You try not to either."

Spyro grinned.

"Well, we never have before."

"No, I think we'll win." Cynder nodded.

"Let's do it."

Imperia twirled the Dragonslayer casually. Despite its extraordinary length and weight it felt natural held lightly in her paws. She spotted a Wyvern inside the window and tucked her wings, diving straight through. With an easy lunge Imperia speared the unlucky creature; the tower room was filled with wyverns and grublins. Imperia's dive took her into the centre of the room, she swept the Dragonslayer in a large arc and then continued her spin, creating a wind blade on her tail and sweeping it around her. Imperia laughed easily as she spun and danced.

Enemies on the floors below Imperia's were quickly finished off by other dragons. It took them only a few minutes to clear out the watchtower.

Imperia took the stairs upwards. She sprawled herself on the rooftop and watched the siege of Shattershelf. The Warfang dragons had come down on the thousands of grublins perched in the mountain passes from above. This tower was one of several, and the grublins that had been roosting here had only been some of many to be obliterated by the Warfang dragons.

Imperia hadn't counted their numbers, but she estimated that Terrador had organised at least two hundred dragons to bring to Shattershelf. The four Guardians who had been in Warfang at the time were with the army, Terrador, Volteer, Cyril and Imperia herself. It was a force that was certainly capable of turning the tide of the battle below.

Their arrival had not gone unnoticed, below her Imperia could see the grublins that had survived their attack flying down to the main army. Nasty looking siege weapons were turned towards them, Imperia recognised siege Ballista. As a skilled wind dragon she was in no danger from such weapons, but they made it difficult for the rest of the Warfang dragons to sweep down and destroy the orcs from above.

She sensed a dragon approaching. She looked around to see Terrador arrive on the rooftop behind her; she smiled, welcoming him. He looked slightly amused upon seeing Imperia's relaxed pose, but she'd done her job, this tower was cleared.

"How are we doing?" She asked him.

"Most of the mountainside is under our control. A sizeable portion of the orc army was encamped here; we have destroyed most of the aerial force present. There are approximately one hundred thousand ground troops and perhaps twenty thousand flying grublins still alive."

"We can't take them by surprise anymore." Imperia stared down at the horde below them. "I never thought Malefor would be able to create so many."

"I've commanded numerically inferior forces before; there are strategies we can use in a situation like this. I think we'll win."

"I believe you." Imperia smiled warmly.

Terrador sat himself down beside the wind dragoness and looked at the city of Shattershelf.

"Malefor is a serious threat and we have not yet located him. I don't want to commit to an attack before we know what we're up against."

Imperia hummed thoughtfully.

"That's fair strategy. How about other commanders? Do we know who's in charge of all these monsters?"

"Not definitely, Seizo thinks Malefor may have one or more dragons in command here. Possibly including a dragon that does, or previously did, reside in Shattershelf."

"Your trainee for earth guardian is quite a brilliant young dragon. You must be proud."

"I am indeed proud." Terrador smiled. "It was a risk, committing so many of our dragons to what could have been a false lead."

"What's life without some risk?" Imperia smiled playfully.

"Safer." Terrador returned the dragoness' smile.

"Touché." Imperia laughed, she shifted slightly from where she was lying and sighed as she stretched her back. "But it paid off for us this time."

"A measured risk usually does, I am not against taking them. I just felt I could make a witty comeback."

"I'm proud of you Terrador."

"Thank you."

The respective earth and wind Guardians sat together for several seconds in comfortable silence.

Suddenly Imperia sat up; she looked at the gates of Shattershelf.

"Did you jus-?" Her question trailed off into shocked silence as the battering ram exploded.

Malefor sat on one of the walls of Shattershelf. Gracious was below him, among his army. Malefor was no longer concerned with the ice dragon. He was focused on the mountains above, where the Warfang dragons now looked over the siege.

He could see about fifty dragons, but he knew there were more he couldn't see. As he watched the moving silhouettes he tried to match names to the figures he saw. Terrador, Volteer, Cyril and Imperia, the guardian dragons would be up there, he sat and attempted to spot which ones they were. He also knew that somewhere up there would be Seizo, the young earth dragon who had supposedly worked out what Malefor was planning using a chessboard, and the shy dragoness he was dating, Miasma, with her very unusual elements. He was quite interested to meet those two young dragons.

But another meeting came first. An explosion shook the city, including the wall on which Malefor waited. He stood easily, it was time.

At last.

Malefor spread his wings and crouched before taking flight. As he looked down on the army he had created for this moment he allowed himself to smile.

I've been waiting for this for a long time.

-4Dragons