Chapter 15: Movement of declaration

Cynder walked down the dimly lit hallway thanks to the mana lamps. Released from her duties finally giving herself a rest after what was the most stressful day she has encountered in two years.

She had one destination in mind before she would retire for the night continuing down the corridor to one of the many sections of rooms scattered through the temple. She flashed her thoughts back to the last meeting of the night.

The last report came in. No sightings of the orc or any remnant after the encounter. The truth frustrated many of the guard carrying out such patrols raising many questions of how an orc had evaded them while some surmised it had escaped the city which shot them with more questions of how it did that undetected.

Pyrus ordered the guard trainees to stay indoors tonight, suspecting the cover of darkness would benefit their elusive enemy should they remain in the city. Naturally Terrador supported the notion, and he decreed all non-adult dragons were to remain indoors until morning.

Cynder didn't like it one bit knowing she was more than capable of taking care of herself in the city more than many dragons but ultimately obeyed knowing better than to challenge the guardian. Most of the other young dragons however felt hard done by; Flame and Krytus in particular.

Complaints roared endlessly from the two apprentices until Terrador decided enough was enough and swiftly silenced the pair demanding obedience. Krytus wanted to challenge on as he stubbornly would and demand to assist in the evening but he knew it was not wise to test his mentor and scurried off defeated to his dorm. Flame on the other paw stood his ground and argued he handled himself well in the attack and wished to help the night patrol.

Cynder witnessed Terrador calm his demeanour and approach Flame differently then she would expect accepting that Flame wished to help. An admiral quality especially for a guardian but reminded him it is their duty to put everyone else's interests before their own desires and above all; Be respectful of all.

A difficult commandment to follow during the training as an apprentice, especially ones as young as the current apprentices. Flame eventually conceded although he didn't like it, he obeyed what he was training to be and went to his room.

The black dragoness could understand how Flame felt. Wrapping her wings against her flanks and held an inquisitive look about her narrowing her eyes. She would head out with the chance to help and make sure everyone stays safe.

Taking into stride the realisation that this was likely how dragon society functioned when not at war against overwhelming odds. How her and Spyro got into so many dangerous situations during the war. But now having to obey and follow the chain of their people.

She arrived at her destination standing before an immense door. She checked both ways in the corridor, making sure no one was present before placing her paw against a gem embedded in the wall. It electrified bolts of green energy, and the door reacted, unlocking. It pushed slimmed open for the dragoness to pull further open and slotted herself through, entering the room.

Catching the door with the blade of her tail and pulled it back, closing up hearing the click for the lock. Turning her attention to the room in front of her gazing upon the sleeping form of Spyro.

Puffing, a sigh of relief she trotted over towards him, relieved he got a few hours' sleep. She passed by a table littered with some of his items such as his neck pouch and books noticing the green mana crystals stacked next to the pouch. If she still wore her old jewellery, she would remove and place them on a table similar before sleep until she got rid of her bracelets all together a sign of freedom from her shackles.

Stepping to the edge of the cushion she sat on her hinds to notice how comfortable the purple dragon appeared asleep on his flank. She heard his calm breathing noticing his flank raising up and down so smoothly.

A great relief overcome her in the knowledge he slept after the healers recommendation, knowing he would be back to full fitness in the morning. She spotted movement as his paws rubbed against his snout and stretched as the purple dragon loosed a satisfying moan.

Cynder enjoyed the display with a wide smile displaying finding the stretch with the added moan cute. She could sit there and watch him sleep so comfortably through the night but decided it's best to leave him to himself tonight.

Satisfied he is sleeping fine she leaned over the cushion planting a soft kiss on his cheek. She swore she heard a soft moan with his lip curling into a smile. The response lifting her feeling ecstatic and saw no reason to linger much longer after checking up on him.

She felt a sudden breeze fume at her causing a shiver through her scales before turning to notice the balcony left open. Looking back at the sleeping purple dragon one last time seeing not disturbed she walked over to the archway pulling half of the door in. Feeling that gentle breeze brush over her again she waltzed out onto the balcony.

Coming over to the edge she dropped her left paw on the short wall looking over the streets below. The mana lamps lit up the centre of the paths, but it was silent. Usually standing out on the balcony you hear the murmurings below and spot to occasional straggler on their way home or to do late business but not a soul.

The quiet was peaceful for the black dragoness. But it didn't feel right, not the peaceful vibe you'd feel from the gentle wind brushing across. She contemplated it what she was feeling. Here she sensed a taste of dread through the breeze. Just looking down the streets and paths leaving an empty void after just one encounter.

The night sky illuminated in darkness with the light of the stars shining down on the city painting a better picture for her to visualise over the truth of what was happening basking in the light from the stars and the moons themselves far apart in the sky projecting their angle of light.

The Light beaming down on her black scales projecting a tranquil shine. She basked herself and breathed a heavy sigh.

"Wow…"

Cynders eyes shot open, taken by surprise from a familiar voice. Twisting her body she spotted Spyro in the archway leaning against the frame, his eyes wide open in awe "Is it possible to wake up to a more beautiful view?"

Cynder's face lit up with a dash of red lighting her cheeks unable to contain herself at such knowing what the purple dragons comment aimed towards watching his eyes trail over her scales. She turned towards him, settling herself as he walked towards her.

"Oh Spyro! did I wake you?" she asked, changing her focus towards him becoming concerned.

"No! I literally just woke up. I wasn't expecting to find you here," answered Spyro. They touched their snouts together, warping into a sensitive nuzzle. The touch working wonders on each other, relaxing their muscles and emptying their minds to feel nothing but a gentle warmth.

"Are you okay?" Spyro enquired, whispering while they held their touch. Their eyes closed, only feeling the moment.

"I'm fine… how are you feeling?" asked Cynder.

"I feel much better, Cyn," The purple dragon confidently boasted. Pulling away from their touch to look each other lovingly in the eye "Those few hours really did the trick, I feel so fresh."

He stepped back to give himself some space and performed some quick swipes with his claws, followed swiftly by a circular slash from his tail. He palmed his claws followed before leaping into the air and somersaulting smashing his tail blade across. He expressed a confident smile over his maw. "Everything has healed up."

"That's amazing Spyro… although next time maybe show me without trying to break your balcony," Cynder said pointing towards his tail. Spyro looked to see his tail blade was dug into the balcony floor leaving a dep mark in the cobble.

"Oh… oops," He withdraws his blade out of the floor seeing the line he had left looking away sheepish as Cynder giggled at his expense.

"Ah such a drake as usual," She teased as Spyro bobbed his tongue playfully wincing his eyes echoing a moan at her. He walked up beside her placing his paws on the balcony wall looking over the city.

"So how did the evening patrols go? Any sign of that Orc?" Spyro ventured.

Cynder's expression dropped to disappointment sitting on her hinds "No… No one has found it yet. That thing is elusive."

Spyro noticed the displeased look in her eyes. All those searches and nothing would frustrate him too. Cynder moved the conversation on to the next step, following the conclusion to the patrols.

"Pyrus has ordered all young dragons and trainees to remain indoors tonight. No one to leave while the night patrol carry out additional searches. Same for the Council they have instructed all citizens to stay indoors also they have played it down claiming its following the recent mana explosions," Cynder explained.

"Really? All it took was one attack, and it throws the city into chaos!" sighed Spyro, unsettled by the news. It was hard for him to fathom an entire city could become so rattled and eventually giving himself a second conceded "Then again with all the explosions I suppose the last thing we want it to alarm everyone with news of a grublin attack."

Cynder nodded over to him looking over the edge feeling uneasy "Yes that was there reasoning according to Terrador. But he went to meet with them to discuss what's happened today and where we go forward."

"I couldn't know what this all means now… but I trust Seyrus and Terrador will make the right decision," Spyro declared confidence in the named dragons "They have never steered wrong."

"I know…" Cynder agreed but felt uncertain "I'd feel better though if Volteer and Cyril were still here."

"I imagine by now Terrador has sent messages to them. They will be back soon… but I just wonder…" Spyro paused. A whiff of uncertainty radiated from him easily picked up by Cynder looking him in the eye "Do you feel all our effort to stop Malefor… we're not done yet?"

Cynder took a curious eye to him curling her lips "What do you mean?"

Spyro puffed a sigh feeling unhappy with everything "Grublins still exist causing mayhem and pain wherever they go… this doesn't feel like the world the prophecies foretold I was to bring forth".

Hearing those words Cynder realised straight away where he was going with this and wrapped her wing over his "Your thinking about what Ignitus said aren't you… before we faced the destroyer?"

"I can't deny it. I'm supposed to bring about a new age through our actions… yet why are they still here… even now harassing the other villages and the tranquil forest. I just feel like we have been living a fantasy sometimes this last couple of years," Spyro vented quietly. Expressing the feelings he built up about everything that has happened, leaving a void of uncertainty over the purple dragon's mind.

Cynder after listening to that explanation felt for him. These events shape an ambiguity about what's happening in the world. She wondered herself if they have truly brought an end to all the dark wars horror. And these grublins were just one final thorn that's stubbornly sticking around. She brought her paw placing it on her shoulder and closed her face towards his "I know how you feel Spyro… maybe the legacy of… him… remains and there is a lot to find out… but".

She smiled so softly at him, penetrating his eyes, "If they're still things to figure out and finish. We'll figure it out together. As we always do."

Spyro took in the words, a deep feeling took hold and returned the heart-warming smile appreciating her words "Your right. You always have the answers, don't you? I dread to think what I would do without you."

"Oh, I know… sometimes I wonder that myself haha," Cynder chuckled rolling her eyes around friskily acting as though she is always right. Spyro looked into her gaze, everything else melting away as it captured the shine from the moons. Her green emerald colour capturing a tint of shiny blue and it was so intoxicating to look at. He angled his head to the left, concentrating on nothing but her.

"What is it?" Cynder asked, noticing his fixation on her.

"Oh… Just getting lost in your eyes," Spyro answered honestly. His grin grew bigger "Seeing that beautiful emerald colour in this moon light… I just can't get enough of how beautiful they are."

"Hmmm… sometimes I find it hard to grasp how much of a sweet talker you've become since we started courting," Cynder joked, returning a loving gaze to the purple dragon.

"What can I say? You bring out the best in me," Spyro complimented.

Cynder shook her head shifting her eyes upwards for a split second "I guess I can't complain about that."

The dragoness touched her snout against his again before curling her lips and pressing them against his. Spyro at first taken by surprise from the aggressive move before his eyes closed, his senses overloading from the wave of lustful pleasure hitting him.

He powered a return pressing his lips with full force back triggered a soft moan to erupt from the dragoness. They lashed on with a few kisses relishing each other's taste not letting up on each other with the occasional breath in between.

They separated themselves shortly after and smiled tenderly at each other. Cynder looked at the night sky then to the room, "I should head back and get some sleep now. Same for you as well we need to be ready for what's coming tomorrow." She gave him one last nuzzle before turning herself away.

"Wait, Cyn!" Spyro as if instinct pulled at him stopped her gently grasping above her paw. Her attention focused back on him as she noticed a hint of red on him, "I'd like you to stay with me tonight."

Cynder found herself taken aback by such a request. A quiet gasp leeching out of her open maw "Spyro… I wouldn't want to wake you up again… especially after what you've been through today."

"Well, you know Cyn…" Spyro staggered as he struggled to suppress his blushing "I always experience the best sleep when… I'm cuddled up with you."

Cynder taking full notice of his blushing cheeks giggled at his plight, touched by his words. She leaned up and snuggled the side of his neck, "No matter how many times we have slept together or how long we have courted. It's so cute how the confident Spyro I know gets all shy and blushing. I don't know which one I prefer."

Leaning up, she tenderly licked his cheek. The heat went up to Spyros' face. He couldn't help himself sometimes he keeps his composure in these moments but often he loses it. Shaking himself off he brought a smile to his face "I don't know… I… I just can't help myself I guess."

Cynder chuckled and took a step back from him, "Okay… well I'm get some water from the fountain."

"Oh! I'll come too I could use a drink," Spyro replied lifting himself onto his paws.

"No, I'll be fine. You stay put," Cynder replied.

"Are you sure Cynder, I'm happy to do it… especially as your my guest tonight," pleaded Spyro.

"No, this is my treat my love," she spoke those last words so tenderly it caught the purple dragon off guard as she trapped Spyro into one last kiss. Her lips tasted so affectionate and sweet it was as if it lunged Spyro into a pool of pleasure. His eyes rolling back at the forcefulness and returned it to her. Pulling away, Spyro became very content as Cynder turned her sweet smile into one of sassy.

"I'll get some for both of us you stay put Spyro… wouldn't want to worry about you sneaking off to join the night patrol after your orders to stay in bed," Cynder teased, bobbing her tongue at the purple dragon with a big sassy grin as she trotted off as quick as possible to the door.

"Hey! I'm not that bad at staying put," Spyro argued back narrowing his eyes amused at the black dragoness. Reaching the door she turned back to him with an eyelid raised and giving him that glare that says 'really?'

Spyro chuckled a nervous response and scratched around his horns, "Okay, maybe I am that bad. What can I say, I want to help?"


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Terrador sat on his hinds, looking down on the city. The balcony hung over the mountain where many of the upper parts of the city laid. From here he could see most of the vast metropolis on the edge of the huge balcony following the length of the council chambers hanging on the top of the mountains.

His posture gruff with a hint of a glare in his eyes, inspecting the bright lights draped over the houses. His eyes fixated towards the dragon temple, focusing on the build in particular. Shallow breaths resonated from his snout as if he was pondering many thoughts. For now he was happy to do so rather than listening to the five bickering councillors behind him.

"This is an outrage. The toy with our forces and now attacks our home, our citizens. We should destroy them now," cursed an elder red fire dragon, gritting his teeth with an obvious appearance of anger, huffing heavy breaths through his gritting jaws.

"You're suggesting giving up what peace we have achieved from these last two years and commit to another huge conflict. Has there not been enough death in this world," a female ice dragon denounced, accusing the fire dragon.

"We cannot ignore this Anbraxia. They are no doubt the cause of these explosions. Instilling pain on our people. We need to show strength and deliver a message to these fiends," countered a mole councilman arguing the point with the dragoness.

"That's easy for you to say, Morg. Considering the dragons will be the ones waging this conflict against the remnant if it came to it," retorted Anbraxia. The blue dragon huffed away the moles comment, and he was more than eager to argue back. A whiff of adrenaline boosted him, spurring to challenge the towering figure before him.

"May I politely remind you councillor that moles have actually joined in the conflict with our support and this crisis affects us? We are all in this situation. The dragons, moles, foxes, the cheetahs; Everyone," reasoned the mole councillor named Morg "Just look what happened today, they hurt young dragons. The purple dragon himself put into the infirmary from this unprovoked attack."

A moment of silence filled the balcony. The councillors hesitating to choose their next words, all experiencing the same feeling of dread. It hurt that recent events put the citizens through so pain. Particularly the dragon members of the council. An ache coursed through their hearts and minds.

Anbraxia lowered her head and curled her tail around her hinds quietly iterating "The world has seen enough death and suffering. Having to send out groups to the forest was bad enough… now the people of our city have to endure another conflict."

"I hate to say this Anbraxia but the fire of this conflict was already lit a week ago with these explosions. The city is unsettled and now it's a case of discovering the connection between the remnant and the explosions but… the truth we have been living a lie," declared Seyrus. Himself not feeling optimistic and his eyes projected a hint of unease "We believed all our wars ended with the ultimate defeat of Malefor yet his forces have survived but we ignored them and because of that, the city has suffered this tragedy."

The circle of councillors silenced themselves at the words of Seyrus's conclusion. Hitting home for a few, the gravity of his words on the possibility he was right in making them desperate to project the image of peace. The dragon councillors couldn't even make eye contact with the others, averting their eyes downwards or away to soak in the situation's truth the city found itself in.

Seyrus twisted himself to look upon the earth guardian with his back to all of them, continuing his endless stare over the city. He cleared his throat attempting to gain his attention "Terrador… what do you make of all this?"

The guardian made no response at first, peeking one last view of the beauty it projected in the night. He heaved a heavy sigh to prepare himself and lifted off his hinds, accepting it was time for him to join in the politics and turned around to meet them.

"I think today's events were a statement," concluded the guardian raising curious faces from the council as he joined their circle.

"What do you mean guardian?" asked the second mole councillor Rogrun.

"It's become clear the remnant are more capable than we had expected or even assumed. To infiltrate the city and cause all the damage they managed, it's clear we are dealing with a more dangerous foe," Terrador explained, not showing any emotion in his words leaving the councillors unable to get a read on him "It's obvious they're connected to the explosions although we need to discover the connection is just further proof of how much we have dismissed them. The image of peace that blankets the city, and the settlements is breaking apart… maybe it has already but we have been blind to it… I know I should have seen this sooner."

Terrador revealed a flicker of frustration after the last part of his statement looking away from the councillors. Anbraxia huffed with a slight jolt of electricity sparkling from her nostrils, "So what are you saying Terrador? we just tear down these last two years of rebuilding and achieving what we finally wanted… peace and we just crush the peoples hope because of the guardians failure to realise all of this."

Her last comment earns a couple of gasps from the other councillors, Terrador shifted his gaze back to the female sharing a glare at each other and Seyrus was quick to jump to the guardians defence "The truth is Anbraxia is we all failed. We hold the responsibility for not taking appropriate action and now young dragons got hurt, not to mention the countless in the infirmary from the explosions because we wanted to maintain the image of peace."

Anbraxia hesitated while the male green dragon to her left Cordow voiced himself "Seyrus is right. We ignored the warning signs. We have to react to this, the city is becoming unsettled. These explosions and the guard are just looking like they are treating it as if nothing has happened. We have to retaliate against those savages."

"So… after all the progress we have made to forget the past. We can't look at the future now," Morg shuddered. The small mole struggling to come to terms with what the outcome would be.

"It's not like we will face the dark master and a vast horde again. Their numbers won't be the same and with all the restoration we have completed in these last two years we should squash these remnant easy," argued Rogrun, displaying a colossal amount of confidence in the guard force.

Terrador listened to the council debate this among themselves but jumped back in at the last comment made by the mole councillor "Assumptions is what left us in this situation to begin with. From the reports from the tranquil forest and here the remnant are just as powerful as the dark forces in the war. How do we know we have even seen an inkling of their true numbers? But if they have been causing these mana detonations within the city and moving around without detection can only mean they are more organised than anyone assumed… and we can't ignore this any longer. The guardians won't tolerate this any longer for your request when dragons are getting hurt."

"With all due respect, master guardian. Our principal duty as of now is to ensure the people of this city are safe from further attacks before we go rushing off into another war. Creatures are getting hurt, not just dragons," argued Morg, unconcerned about making a point to the hulking dragon. Terrador's glaring gaze instilled a drop of nerve breaking some of his confidence.

"And with all due respect to you… councillor," retorted Terrador. He showed no hesitation in speaking his mind to put the mole in his place "My responsibility, my concerns. The guardian's duty is to the wellbeing and safety of the entire dragon race, the young dragons here and those out in the villages and settlements are our priority in these dark times to come. You would do well to remember that."

The guardians comment while Rogrun and Morg were at the epicentre of their attention. Cordow, Anbraxia and Seyrus fell silent at the guardians admission, finding themselves unable to argue a point against him. They understood his position reminding them he as a guardian the position this left him in, his aim while the same was of a different accord to their roles for the city. They entertained no notion to argue against one of the highest of roles within dragon culture.

Rogrun however unwilling to backdown blew off the guardians statement. For a councillor he appeared very tense acting as if he was ready to square up to the dragon as Terrador continued "As much as it pains me to say this, you have no choice but to respond to this. The remnant have attacked innocents and are committing what other atrocities as we speak."

Taking in the advice from the veteran the council members turned back towards the centre of the circle looking upon each other with uncertainty. They all shared the same thought, but they didn't want to admit it. End what the city was trying to build for the last two years: Fostering a new age of tranquillity.

A silence beheld them, the rush of dread striking deep into the back of their minds. Fear of what could happen should their next actions backfire. Seyrus became the first to break down the quiet "It is unfortunate but we have to decide now. Retaliation against the remnant for attacking our home. Our people. None of them asked for this after all life has done to them. But we must honour them and show we can protect them."

Listening in the councillors one by one conceded and gave their nodding of approval to a unanimous verdict consenting their agreement. Cordow stepped forward and forwarded a motion, "We will need to assemble the guard. First priority should be to secure the city and reinforce the guard forces deployed to the Tranquil forest."

"We will need the entire guard involved to maximise our numbers. Maybe even call upon volunteers to assist" agreed Morg. Supporting the drake's proposal "However, what of the purple dragon?"

Terrador's eyes averted towards the mole at the mention of Spyro. His mind wondering of what the mole intended "What about him?"

"What role will he play now that he has recovered from the attack? Any plans will need to revolve around him," suggested the mole councillor. Most of the councillors expressed their agreement in such while Anbraxia and Seyrus hesitated.

"Hold on. Spyro's recovery may not have recovered yet," Terrador countered, unhappy at having to rely on the purple dragon again "I suggest we let Spyro rest and collect himself for a few days before we involve him again at least."

His proposal didn't sit too well with some council members. A few stood up, focusing on the guardian. Cordow shouldered himself in to reply, "There may not be time for that Terrador. He is the most capable of all dragons I have ever seen, despite his age. We will need him against the remnant and I believe the same should apply to Cynder."

"We have plenty of capable knights and guards to get us started. We need not rush Spyro or the other young dragons into this," argued Terrador. He stamped a paw forward showing a resistance in his eyes, "They are young and still have so much to experience in their adolescent years. They shouldn't be throwing it towards fighting for survival day in day out."

A hesitation shot out between the group shaking the confidence within the dragons present until Rogrun pointed to the guardian accusing "As I recall Terrador before the end of the war the guardians had the purple dragon undertake many dangerous tasks which eventually came to him defeating Malefor. If that's the truth, this appears hypercritical of you to say this Terrador."

"You think I don't know that councillor!" Terrador lamented. The council members stunned by what they thought was a hurt voice echoing from the guardian.

"Yes, we did. And we all regret having to rely on a young dragon to fight the battles and bring peace. We the guardians defeated and powerless to win the dark wars and defeat Malefor or even reach him. We expressed admiration for Spyro and Cynder but we hid our shame knowing they were young and having to fight with the weight of the world's survival on their shoulders… a responsibility we failed on. It's a shame I will carry for the rest of my life and it's a mistake I don't want to repeat."

The pain in his voice was unmistakable and his expression. He looked down at his paws, defeated with an ache In his heart. He shouldered such established truth as a disgrace to himself. Something he has never admitted outside of the guardians. Reliving as one of the strongest dragons powerless in the face of such odds.

The council members felt quiet, unsure of how to respond to such an admission. The guardians painted as wise and heroic dragons suddenly didn't appear so noble in their design. But the regret in the defeated dragon couldn't be mistaken to feel so hurt by his own actions.

"Maybe so Terrador, but it was an impossible situation. The dark forces had us on the brink and Spyro changed that… He saved us all and we can't dismiss that of him. The guard and the council couldn't do anything to stop it. The world bears a responsibility to this truth Terrador not just the guardians and we need to ensure we don't lose what we have gained," alliterated Seyrus. His words hoping to offer any reprieve to the guardian with minor effect. At least Terrador raised to look back upon them, but the shame in his face was unmistakable.

"We have many able-bodied dragons once again thanks to the efforts of the search parties. Let them prove they can handle the tasks that will come." For the first time since knowing the guardian, Seyrus was almost conflicting in hearing a hint of begging from the guardian.

"While that may be true Terrador we need to muster every able-bodied mole and dragon in the guard and the foxes too the swiftly strike at this coming crisis. And as you know, Spyro cemented himself as a guard of the force by his choice. Naturally we will call upon him," Justified Cordow, taking a stern tone in reminding the guardian of the facts of the purple dragons occupation.

"Besides old friend," Seyrus gestured the guardian switching his attention "From the brief time I have known Spyro I'm sure you can agree once Spyro finds out both him and Cynder will want to help and get themselves stuck in. Considering Spyro on how he feels about his prophecy of the purple dragon… to bring peace and a new age to all the world."

Terrador's eyes widened at the mention of the prophecy. Realisation penetrated every fibre of his body. He hadn't considered the dragon's feelings in such perspective. Seyrus spoke truth of the feelings of the young purple dragon. He wouldn't hesitate and want to get involved. The same as Cynder, she felt the same as Spyro.

"We are in agreement then. Tomorrow we will mobilise the guard," Commanded Cordow giving an uncertain but final unanimous vote. That was the end of the matter. The councillors could only think of one thought towards the truth that peace was over.

Anbraxia shook her head down and walked away, her back turned to them "I can't believe it's come to this."

The other councillors heard the heartbreak in her voice as she disappeared into the building. Gradually they followed suit and walked off their respective directions from a session ended in a not so traditional fashion until it was only Terrador and Seyrus remained. The guardian turned away, walking over to the edge of the balcony to look over the city once more.

The beauty of the night sky reflected on the city soothed his aching heart. This was what he trained for to fight a war and protect the dragon race. But this time it didn't feel right, especially after the brief peace they experienced, quickly set to shatter on the rise of the sun.

"I know this isn't what we hope for but in the face of what the remnant have done today. There really was no choice, old friend," Seyrus consoled. The dragon councillor stepping up besides Terrador to look over the city.

The guardian huffed a downed sigh his head angling over and then back as he collected himself and spoke quietly "We had no choice but I just hope we can survive as a society of what is coming and not just warfang's way of life. I will speak to Spyro and Cynder in the morning… I can at least ensure they are ready and… I want to be upfront about how I feel to them. It's what they deserve, however I know they will be eager to join in. They are the future after all and will want to shape their actions into what will come."

Seyrus nodded his agreement to Terrador's request as they both looked over the city one last time. A gentle wind brushing against their scales and pushing their winds a tad. This may be the last time they may look over a peaceful evening once the truth hits home.

Oh my goodness. I spent so long fumbling around with this massive debate with the council It was a struggle and to project Terradors feelings to this whole situation. Honestly I'm not sure I've over done it a little bit but oh well.

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