Disclaimer: RedDragonX does not own, will never own, though he wishes on occasion he really did own: Spyro the Dragon. All characters relating to or known to take part in the video game series are the property (unfortunately), of Activision. I do, however, own all characters of my own creation and any other asinine conceptions I might concoct within the insane asylum that is sometimes my imagination.

Chapter 5:

Faith

"Can we all at least agree that he kinda had it coming?" asked Solarana with a noticeable snicker, several mutters and chuckles breaking loose afterward.

Most of the Council was present in the therapeutic bunk house, currently circled in deliberation within the reception chamber. Various other members of the Alliance were also present, most of them being newly assigned guards or healing handmaidens.

"We got lucky. If I hadn't been passing by on my way to deliver the manifest for tomorrow then Scorch would be dead." stated Terradon with a furrowed brow.

Solarana chortled loudly. "Well, guess we got unlucky."

Hunter crossed his arms and sighed, spotted tail lightly wavering. "He may not be the epitome of moral draconic development, Solarana, but he's still a valuable member of the Alliance."

"Not to mention that this is now two homicidalincidents involving Arus within forty-eight hours," added Cyril. "At this rate, we will have no choice but to employ drastic measures."

Terrador and Volteer hummed in agreement while Sampson stroked his bald head nervously. Terradon stepped forward towards the middle of the huddle.

"I tell you, I've never seen anything like it in my life. Scorch may be full of himself and prone to bouts of violence, but he's also one of the best warriors I've ever met. Based upon the damage done to both parties I would almost be willing to bet Arus was given no choice. Perhaps pushed to a breaking point."

Hunter nodded in agreement while Solarana huffed. "I think you're looking way too much into it, Terry. Why cant you just admit that the guy is dangerous. He should be treated accordingly. Besides, if our new representative catches wind of this it will make our position with the water dragons all the more precarious."

Terrador rested on his haunches and sighed, his strong frame appearing exhausted to a point. "That will happen no matter what. A formal hearing with the Council will be required in this matter, and she's already been invited to the proceedings. All we can do is judge the situation as best we can. Nobody ever said our decisions would be universally popular."

Volteer rolled his shoulders and refused to embrace the negative mood currently sinking in. "Buckupfellowcompatriots. Wecannotaffordto losesightofwhatmakes uscontrastive."

Solarana shook her head, not understanding how all these other drakes could manage to put up with the Electric Guardian's specialized speech patterns.

"Hewillreceivedueprocess. Allofuswill decidebaseduponourownexperiences and moralswhatistobedone, buthehas theright todefendhimself. Shouldweignore our greatercallingand succumbto personalgrudges andfacevalue accusationsthenwe're nobetterthen thoselikeMalefor."

Cyril grunted and lifted one of his wings to silence the yellow drake, causing Volteer to frown somberly. "Yes, Volteer, we get the point. Despite all that appears to weigh out against Arus – we will not allow our reason to be eschewed. Logic and facts need to rule."

They were interrupted by a heavy door swinging open, a lithe draken slowly stepping forward, one paw clutching a cloth and her sides being occupied by various pouches full of medical instruments. The brooch on her neck displayed her position of Cleric.

"Report?" queried Terrador.

The draken lifted her eyes, clearly displaying a sense of mortality and exhaustion blended together. "Well, they will both live, but the two are drastically different in terms of injuries. While Sub-Guardian Scorch seems to have taken some distinct physical damage, the largest issue was his energy reserves. We typically don't have to use so many mana crystals to reconstitute a drake following a fight, but it's as if he was … siphoned."

Terradon and Solarana eyed each other, the Guardians and council members silently contemplating. Various other individuals had also stopped moving to overhear the report, guards clearly leaning in eagerly.

"And Arus?" asked Terradon.

"Well, his injuries were much more of the natural variety when it comes to dragons. Deep lacerations and bites to critical joints and muscle groups. But honestly …"

The group seemed to inch forward on edge, eager to hear more about this stranger and his abilities. The draken appeared shell shocked for the time, her eyes drifting between her paws and various locations on the stone floor.

"Go on." commanded Cyril. The draken looked up wistfully, eyes lost in unknowing.

"He should be dead … the bites to his neck were at critical vein junctions. Any dragon would have bled out long before arriving here. The wounds themselves are considered a ninety-five percent chance of fatality. If you add in the trauma dealt to his chest cavity … I simply have no idea how he's still breathing."

The group shared various stares, the situation growing more mysterious by the day. The handmaiden took her leave, being sure to hand a small note containing any further instructions to Terrador.

Hunter was the first to break silence. "It seems we might have a whole new species of dragon in our midst here … most curious."

The words held great measure, Volteer quickly nodding in agreement while Terradon stood before his grandfather. "What are your orders?"

Terrador blinked and shared a silent gaze with Cyril before making his decision. "Move Arus to the maximum security cells until tomorrow, we can't afford to be lax with this any longer. I'm afraid, you will have to delay your return to Warfang until Scorch has made a recovery."

Terradon nodded and looked over his shoulder, several of the guards sharing whispers about what they most likely just eavesdropped.

"I'm afraid, worrying about Cynder causing waves is just the beginning of our troubles." said Sampson quietly, Hunter staring down at the mole in disagreement.

"Cynder is only as big an issue as everyone wants her to be. She did so much for us and yet still can't receive the laurels sh-"

"Enough! All of this will be discussed in length at our next session, pending the outcome of all this business with Arus." boomed Terrador.

The others quickly fell into rank and left it at that. Terradon couldn't help but grimace, Solarana exhaling before eyeing the doorway from which the handmaiden had arrived.

One thing was for certain, this was not yet the Alliance everyone was truly hoping for. They needed Spyro to recover briskly before anymore disagreements could get out of hand.

"Terradon, you know what do. I want you to take personal control of overseeing Arus until tomorrow," commanded Terrador before turning to the others. "At sun's height, we will assemble to determine was must be done. No matter what, be honest and fair to yourselves and to the Alliance. Until then, I bid you all good evening."

Just like that, the earth drake departed, several of the guards going with him. He was followed rapidly by Volteer and Cyril, and then Hunter and Sampson. Terradon gazed around quietly, the only light source in the now silent chamber being that of the soft flicker of candlelight, scents of melted wax filling his nostrils and making him sneeze.

"Well then, that settles that," stated Solarana quietly, her bright eyes following after them and then turning to her counterpart. "What do you think is gonna happen?"

"I truly wish I could predict the future, Sol, but I have no idea. This situation has gotten stranger each day. If you had asked me three days ago what I thought was to be done with someone who committed acts of violence against our own, I wouldn't have hesitated to have them put down."

The umber drake sighed again, shuffling his paws as he started to pace the room despondently, Solarana observing him the entire time.

"But now … I just don't see him as a pure killer. Something about his aura doesn't doesn't betray such vicious notions. I just can't bring myself to believe that and it's driving me insane."

She chuckled and stepped forward gingerly, her elegant frame still decorated by the various accoutrements she had donned earlier. "Well, doesn't really matter since it's out of our paws, but if it makes you feel any better, I agree to a point."

He raised an eye ridge and snorted loudly, wings extending every now and then to further display his discomfort. "It is a most strange day indeed – when that occurs."

She chuckled before bumping him with her wing. "I'm not that stuck up am I?"

"You have your moments, but I've known you long enough to navigate my way around the schemer." he beamed with a growing smile.

"It's what I've been trained to do after all, but don't think I'm going soft. Simply put, If Arus has these abilities that you yourself have witnessed … we can't afford to kill him. We need to learn more about him. As Hunter said, it could lead to the discovery of an entirely unique species. A fresh way of thinking – a new way of acting and adapting to the world around us. This is something we shouldn't ignore, Terry."

Her words rang true in his mind, but he didn't share such enthusiasm. New dragon or not, one could not dismiss the fact he'd nearly killed one of his best friends, and another brother in arms, even if he was a lousy brother. No, at this moment, Terradon knew he couldn't allow personal feelings to cloud judgments.

"As you said, it's out of our paws, and thank the Ancestors because I don't think I'd make that call."

"No, I didn't think you would. You're far too rigid for that, Terradon."

He turned to face her with a stone gaze. "I simply do my duty, Sol, I'm sorry that I can't wear multiple masks depending on current situations. I only know what I am at heart and will trust myself to do what's right."

She shook her head and smiled, still hovering close to him. "I know, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Wearing masks can get quite depressing anyways."

He nodded in understanding before summoning the remaining guards. "Well, I suppose it's time to move Arus. You should take your leave, I imagine you'll have your paws full with this … Korryana tomorrow."

"You have no idea. We stopped at least half a dozen times on the way to her quarters so that she could study more architecture … and I was extra careful to avoid the archives. Worth the extra ten minutes to ensure my sanity."

He snickered wearily. "The life of a politician is a grand one, I don't envy you."

"Thanks, nor do I envy your future as a muscle-head."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Solarana adjusted her brooch and rested on her haunches, a look of content about her. It was easy to be more relaxed around Terradon, as he was her oldest friend and the only drake she ever felt she could trust in greater portions. Of course, that didn't mean she would truly inform him of everything.

Terradon proceeded to instruct two of the guards in what needed to be done, both the smaller drakes acknowledging and vanishing into the back chamber.

"Well, have fun with Arus, I kinda envy you getting to be around him some more. Hopefully this week doesn't get any worse." stated the orange draken with curious eyes.

"Yeah well, we don't live in a perfect world. Get some rest Sol, we'll talk tomorrow."

The draken shrugged softly, wishing that he wasn't always so engrossed in his objectives. "Alright, night, Terry."

He only nodded and gave a friendly smile, observing as the draken exited delicately. He was more than aware of her disappointment in his methods. Being too blunt was always an unpopular trait when it came to females. At least, that's what he'd come to learn after several botched relationships.

It wasn't that he didn't care, it was simply the standards he'd set for himself, and he expected the same from one who held any interest in courting him. He had to give Sol credit for at least understanding what he was about, it was the greatest reason they were such good friends. It helped that she had almost no interest in interacting with those of her native gender. Both didn't go looking for approval from anyone, and that common bond helped both thrive when others might despair.

His thoughts were interrupted by the return of the two guard dragons, the bandaged frame of Arus being propped up upon their shoulders. The handmaiden wasn't kidding, the shadowy drake appeared completely lifeless, heavy gauze and patches covering his neck and chest scales.

One of the guards growled in protest as a drop of blood dripped onto his paw, wondering just why he inherited such shit luck. Terradon firmed his resolve and lead them towards the exit, knowing this would take longer than he anticipated.

"Sub-Guardian, is this really necessary? Why cant we simply leave him in the infirmary?"

Terradon frowned, stepping through the archway which lead back to the Temple grounds. "To have him wake up in the same powered up state and run rampant through the injury ward? No, we have no choice but to secure him."

They both groaned in further protest, only to be quickly silenced by another fierce glare from Terradon. At least they wouldn't have to worry about a scene so late at night. The Temple grounds were all but abandoned save for a random guard patrol. The soft hue of torchlight carried across the cobbled paths, luminous glow attracting all manner of buzzing insectoids.

Terradon turned his gaze upwards, noticing that the twin moons were masked away by thickening cloud cover, engulfing the towering structures of the Temple in a hostile darkness. Within an hour the Temple would no doubt be at its lowest point, allowing the pavilion to become connected with the earth for half- an-hour or so, only to begin its ascent in earnest come dawn's approach.

The trio continued onward for a time, rounding towards the Eastern Tower, moving past the cool waters of the impeccably carved fountain. Arus released soft groans here and there, obviously not enjoying the rather crude methods in use.

"Couldn't you at least use a cart?"

Terradon lifted a claw up to signal the halt, his stony gaze turning to fall upon Korryana, smooth and curvy frame lounging upon the edge of the marble fountain.

"Princess Korryana, I wasn't expecting you to be out and about this late. Shouldn't you be resting in your quarters for tomorrow's events?" queried the earth drake, his stare still and latched upon her own resolutely.

The water draken huffed and slowly slid off the gleaming marble surface, her tail having been dipped into the running waters. Every movement she made was graceful, as if being out in the cooler airs had bestowed a spring of energy upon her.

"I was bored, besides, I'm sure you can understand that we ocean dwellers will always have a tendency to be around some manner of hydrogen oxide."

"You are supplied a proper bath in your quarters my lady."

"True, but again, what fun is there in being cooped up in a room all night? I'll hardly be that involved with what happens tomorrow. Besides, I heard plenty of interesting things involving this beast have occurred already." stated the lithe draken while nodding towards the unconscious frame of Arus.

The guards started to shift here and there, clearly starting to be bothered by the extra weight propped upon their muscles. Terradon didn't answer, not wanting to let on anything he shouldn't. The draken just huffed in annoyance, fuchsia orbs instead turning to inspect Arus.

She investigated him slowly, noticing the small trail of blood that was dripping from his scales and onto the cobbled pathway. She frowned and turned to Terradon, a light twinkle in her irises.

"I have a much better idea – may I?"

Terradon hesitated at first, not knowing if he could trust an outsider so quickly and with such a sensitive matter. "My lady, I hardly think it's appropri-"

"Oh, enough of that already! I'm not afraid to get my paws dirty now and then. Besides, your blunt way of doing things is taxing my mind. Consider this a free lesson in the more appropriate manners for which one can transport an injured individual, prisoner or otherwise."

The earth drake's eyes widened fiercely, rather startled by her statements before some manner of shame began setting in. The swift water draken stepped in front of the guards, her eyes locking on them with focused intensity.

"In the fountain."

They blinked and gazed at Terradon, seeking confirmation from their superior. The umber drake sighed and nodded halfheartedly, relenting to the overpowering personality in their midst. She half-smirked as the two guards moved to the marble ledge – seconds later dropping the injured drake into the churning waters.

Korryana wasted no time, quickly bouncing up into the position she was in when they first spoke. Terradon moved towards the edge, the other two drakes slowly falling back as if attempting to avoid collateral damage.

She hummed eagerly, eyes closing as the waters now enveloping the wounded dragon starting to still despite the additional liquid being drained into it from the marble constructs above. Raising one paw, Korryana gave a soft grunt, the waters suddenly surging forth and lifting Arus into the air. Rotating her paw in a circular manner, the draken concentrated and enclosed the shadowy drake in a veil of rushing water, the liquid itself taking on a distinctly luminous glow.

Terradon watched on in both awe and disappointment. Surely her kind had many unique gifts, but he couldn't help but berate himself for not trying to find a better way to treat Arus. The guards also appeared amazed, both jaws dropping in shock.

"I don't think you two will be needed anymore." spoke Korryana quietly, her eyes still not open and her paw locking in place. The rotating sphere of water now completely engulfed Arus, though it released hold of his head every few seconds to ensure a proper air supply.

Terradon hesitated for but a moment before turning his snout, nodding and confirming the dismissal. "You two may return to the barracks, make sure to relieve Savidd from his watch within the hour."

The two drakes acknowledged before making rather quick exits, the actions of this strange draken clearly giving them good enough reason to be startled. Korryana giggled pleasantly, lush eyes opening once more. "I'm guessing this will be included in the latest gossip tomorrow, yes?"

Terradon couldn't help but half-nod, his frame still. "Possibly. Rumors do have a tendency to spread quickly on these grounds. Either way, I have to say you have incredible control and poise."

She turned intently, her paw still raised and a smirk upon her smoothed snout. "Well, I thought my entrance yesterday proved that, but I'll accept your compliment. I would like to think that everyone here would have similar mastery over their own abilities. Part of the reason I'm here is to ensure that in some manner you have all responsibly harnessed your potentials."

Terradon huffed again before coming closer, Korryana's eyes not breaking from his. "I wouldn't be quick to judge so easily. Some of us may not have abilities that can help treat the wounded, but we all can wield our elements effectively, I can assure you."

She tilted her head some, obviously finding some way to remain skeptic. "I guess we will see, but in the meantime, I think we should get him to your destination."

Terradon focused on Arus again, noting his frame completely at ease in the rapidly spinning waters. "Can you move him like that?"

Her vision turned back towards the water veil, her paw slowly lowering, the link being replaced by her eyesight and mental acuity. "Of course, so long as I remain focused we can move him wherever you wish."

The drake nodded before he returned to the path, eying the noticeable blood trail left behind by his more tactless methods. "Very well, to the East Tower then. Follow me."

They moved silently, the grunts having been replaced by the smooth rotation of liquid. Various drops of water fell from the sphere at an increasing rate, proving to Terradon that she couldn't keep up such a powerful ability for an extended duration.

Approaching the massive gate resolutely, he was thankful it was left open by the guards. Two cheetahs were on duty in this particular venue, both clearly being taken by surprise at the sight before them.

"Is the containment cell ready?" asked Terradon quietly, not wanting to use such a term in celebration. One of the cheetah's nodded, the other still too preoccupied by the hovering water sphere containing a dragon to respond.

"Ye … Yes Sub-Guardian, it has been prepared."

Terradon nodded firmly before motioning for Korryana to follow using his wing. Thanks to the smaller size of the chamber, she was forced to lower the sphere until it was just barely hovering along the stone floor.

Terradon led her forth past the mess hall, then down the very corridor Scorch had previously escorted Arus upon. They eventually passed the Squire's chambers, various snores and silent sleep cadences pouring out into the hallway.

At the end of the long expanse they came upon a sharp descent. A rather cruel stone stairway dropping forth into a blank abyss. Korryana frowned, vision still having to focus on Arus in order to properly contain him.

"Think you can make it?" asked Terradon with drops of concern, paws shifting.

Korryana just huffed. "Simple, even the youngest of water dragons can pull this off."

Terradon chuckled, her spirit being quite contagious. Korry's eyes focused harder before she brought her paw forth rapidly, slowly tightening it against her chest plates. The orb started to collapse, the tempered waters now hugging Arus's frame like a blanket.

Terradon nodded with yet another impressed smile, frame turning as he started to descend into the bowels of the Temple itself. Korryana hesitated, not wanting to comprehend about why they had such a place, but it wouldn't be appropriate to stop now. She would simply have to make another mental note of it.

The stairs descended steeply, though thankfully not for very long. Two dimly lit torches were the only light source, both of which being upon verge of collapse. Terradon remained stoic, though his mind wanted to avoid thinking about what he was being forced to do.

Before them was a incredibly small room, at least small in terms of most of the Temple chambers. It was barely high enough for their own frames to fit, let alone a full sized dragon.

"These chambers are not meant for fully grown drakes, but they will do for the younger of our species. He will be contained here."

Korryana looked forward, several small iron doors lining the room. Her eyes widened in shock and disgust. "You're going to stick him in one these? That's torture for any kind of dragon, have you fools learned nothing at all after everything you've been through?"

Terradon didn't move at first, remaining the picture perfect image of a composed soldier. "We have no choice, we already took it easy when we didn't lock him up the first time … but after what happened to Scorch, and what I saw – we simply have no alternative. It is only for one night … hopefully by day's end, this will be over."

She stared at him with daggers. "Over for him permanently you mean? That is likely, as you all quite clearly have some evolving to yet accomplish."

The drake let a deep rooted growl crawl from his snout, surprising the disheveled draken. "Us? Primitive thinking? Yes, it's quite possible that may be the case, but ask yourself what is truly worse: accepting the fact you will never truly be perfect or wielding superiority like a blood drenched blade?"

She gave no response, her eyes remaining narrow as the focus she once bolstered had started to slip away, made evident by Arus collapsing to the ground in a heap.

Her body turned in horror, the coral like blade gracing her tail being careful to not strike Terradon. "Oh hell … that's what happens when I get distracted."

Terradon sighed before collecting a key which was hooked alongside one of the metal doors. "Well, let's not waste anymore time and get this over with. When I open the chamber, do the best you can to fit him inside … comfortably."

She shot him another glare before acquiescing. He frowned and proceed to unbolt the iron construct, grunting as he pulled it open with great force, revealing nothing but a damp chamber enclosed by mossy stones.

Korryana's pulse quickened, a light gasp escaping her snout. It was barely large enough for Arus to even fit. These chambers were clearly designed for intimidation and extraction as much as they were direct containment.

Summoning what focus yet remained, the draken lifted her paw, moisture that was left upon the stones quickly attaching to the shadowy drake's muscles in eager embrace. Grimacing softly, Korryana forced the movements with a heavy heart.

The wounded drake appeared healthier at least, the wounds having closed since the beginning of their trek. That was at least some small mercy she could deliver to him, hopefully making up for what he would find upon awakening. After accidentally bumping Arus's skull against the cramped wall, she found the inner strength to properly finish the job.

Terradon looked on with remorse as Arus was placed inside, wings viciously being forced against his flanks and tail having no room to extend but forward beneath his belly, crescent blade scratching against the scales of its owner. Korryana released the bond with a heavy gasp, her energy being completely sapped at this point. Both looked at the drake's contorted frame in sadness, Terradon sighing before swallowing the lump in his throat.

"This isn't right." whispered the draken.

"I know, but it's necessary."

She closed her eyes and slowly turned, trotting away in silent resentment. Terradon made no motion to stop her, gray eyes fixed on the shallowly breathing frame of Arus, dangerous emotions simmering beneath umber scales. Arus could at least take comfort in one unknown fact: that he wouldn't be alone.

"Don't worry … I'll be here when you wake up." whispered Terradon softly before pressing his weight against the thick door, growling in effort as his muscles forced the latch shut, the only sound left audible within being that of water dripping and ragged breathing.

"Can you please just stop fidgeting for a few seconds!" growled Cynder at near shouting capacity.

Spyro groaned and twisted in complaint, his frame beset upon by more unfamiliar medical methods. "I can't help it, you know I'm terribly ticklish there."

She frowned and shook her head, jade eyes narrowing in mock disappointment. "Mighty freaking purple dragon … is ticklish."

He snickered, raising his snout and neck to take up a more dignified position. "We all have our weaknesses, I suppose purple dragons are no exception. Besides, I haven't gotten a break in awhile, It's not like I can cut loose around the Temple these days."

She gave a humored smile before rolling her eyes, forepaws crossing. "Just try to remind me every now and then what exactly I see in you. Sometimes I truly wonder."

"You mean it wasn't all about my rough and grizzled good looks?"

"Please, don't give yourself too much credit."

They both laughed before his snout pressed against hers affectionately, the ebony draken purring in content for a time. He pulled away tenderly, violet orbs fixated on hers. "You know, I've been thinking lately … I know things are kinda hectic right now, but with the new influx of of membership into the ranks, perhaps I can arrange for some more … permanent time off."

One of her eyebrows raised, neck slightly curved as she attempted to dissect his point. "Oh? Well I hardly think they're gonna let us both walk away that easily. For you it would hard, for me – it's nigh impossible."

"Give yourself more leeway. They don't think about you in such a negative way."

"Well they have a funny way of showing it. Regardless, getting back to such a simple life isn't as easy as you may desire, Spyro."

He hummed softly, head turning towards the balcony archway, the vast expanse once more being filled by countless stars and shimmering satellites. "Nobody ever said it would be easy, for us especially. I do know one thing though, both of us have been through hell and back. We took on everything thrown our way and lived to tell the tale … how difficult could it possibly be?"

"Could what be?"

Spyro flushed slightly, the tone of his scales doing a good job of masking it as he shifted nervously. "Well, I was just thinking … about you know, possibly starting a fa-"

A knock at their door startled both of them, Spyro deflating rapidly as Cynder rose to address the summons. "Just hold that thought in your thick skull for a minute."

Spyro grunted to himself, eyes turning the opposite direction. He had been so close – curse such terrible timing. Cynder turned her claw towards the middle of the latched door, opening a small viewing slit that she had built in. Her jade orbs investigated the encroaching darkness for a time before focusing on an unfamiliar dragon coming to bear.

"I'm sorry, I do not believe I'm acquainted with you. Have the Guardians dispatched you?" asked the ebony draken curiously.

The turquoise draken couldn't help but flinch under the gaze of such a widespread "legend". The stories had stretched far and wide even if they were unaware of it.

"I'm sorry, we haven't met yet. I just arrived today from Nebulus Crater, I'm the envoy from the Water Dragon Expanse."

"Is that right? I'm sorry I was unable to greet you properly, but as I'm sure you've heard, other matters have demanded my attention." responded Cynder, her eyes softening.

"Yes, I've heard … from multiple sources, and I'm quite disappointed that such a malicious attack took place."

Cynder hummed quietly. "Well, Spyro is fine if that's what you're wondering. Have you heard of him in the Crater?"

"Of course, dragons far and wide have heard of the purple savior. Even though we haven't officially engaged with other conclaves, news still spreads most rapidly through many differing sources."

"Isn't that the truth."

The water draken hummed before taking a short breath. "I was wondering … if perhaps I could see Spyro. I know that perhaps this is an inconvenient ti-"

"No."

Her beaked snout closed quickly, struggling to maintain proper composure. "Yes but … but I think I can .."

"What do you not understand about my answer?"

"I'm offering my services involving his condition." she responded sharply. She could see the jade orbs narrow before a distant shuffling and muffled voice drew them away. She remained quiet, not able to make out exactly what was taking place.

After several more moments and a few seemingly heated words, the narrow eyes returned. "Alright, it would seem my dolt of a mate is of the trusting mindset tonight, but I promise you, I'll be watching …"

"Please, call me Korryana."

She could make out the sound of bolts sliding and several more muddled exchanges, finding herself increasingly nervous about being in the presence of two larger than life dragons. Seconds later the door gave way, revealing an immense chamber that was lusciously decorated with various cushions and tapestries. A large bowl dominated the center, various different shelves lining both sides of the circular expanse, an immense collection of scrolls and books upon them, along with various trinkets and memoirs.

She gazed up quietly before finally shuffling inside, being greeted to a circular domed roof which was adorned with painted constellations and other elements of an astronomical nature. The very top of the roof appeared open, though a heavy pane of glass separated them from the elements and stars high above.

"Welcome! Sorry for that misunderstanding, Cynder has grown a bit suspicious ever since my accident … though I suppose that's not much more different from how she typically is."

Korryana turned her attention back towards the center of the chamber, paws settling over a rich textile carpet. Sitting in the middle of the bowl was Spyro, the dragon she had heard so much about. He was every bit the image fostered within her mind, though she admitted, certain elements had been exaggerated.

Purple dragons were always meant to appear as if royalty, rich tones of purple and gold giving away such a regal visage. His violet orbs were friendly and inviting, making her start to question the very thought of this particular drake causing anyone intentional harm. His muscle tone suggested otherwise, as his limbs were thick and strong, and though hard to make out, the sight of several blemishes and scars could be seen plastered upon his scales.

"Don't just stand there admiring, get to the point." grumbled Cynder from behind Korry, causing her head to turn nervously, the jade orbs from before now being supported by a lithe, yet vicious frame. The "Ebony Terror" was as well known to them as Spyro was, and though she was supposedly free from whatever influences corrupted her, she still appeared fierce and non-hesitant to strike at a moments notice.

"Um … yes I apologize, I really just never thought I'd find myself in your presence. We hadn't exactly desired much contact with our fellow dragons in the Old Age. Something we hope to address in this new world."

Spyro smiled again, snout a picture of warm acceptance, though the bandages and patches applied to various spots on his hide offset this concept. "Well, it's very exciting to know that our brothers and sisters have decided to emerge. Much is to be done to help achieve stability, and the more to help and bolster our efforts the better."

Cynder grunted softly, circling around Korryana slowly, eyes investigating her before she took up position behind the bowl, gazing over Spyro's frame. She appeared larger than Korryana herself, though most of it was in terms of toned mass. While Korryana had lived a life which provided natural physical conditioning, she knew nothing about being a warrior. While Cynder: she was born fighting and killing, making the difference between them more then obvious.

"I hope you can understand purple one-"

"Please, Spyro, titles are so rigid."

She flushed some. "Spy … Spyro, we in the Crater have not chosen to support anything just yet. I volunteered to honor my father's wishes and serve as his eyes and ears in this matter. While we do wish to spread out and reconnect with our brethren, we also have no desire to compromise all that our society has accomplished in the many years long past."

Spyro's eyes twinkled in curiosity, Cynder herself still having a defensive posture about her, the wicked barb upon her tail flashing in the torchlight. Korryana found them to be quite an interesting pairing, for they seemed to be polar opposites.

"I understand. We don't expect anything to happen overnight, I hope you can embrace the notion that we are in no rush to force premature decisions. Everything we do here in the Alliance is for the better of all, decided by all. There is nobody controlling the destinies of others. This is not the way of the world, Malefor proved that such methods were poisonous to all." stated Spyro.

Malefor. She had heard that name before as well, and frankly, it was also one of the reasons they had to be so careful. She rose her neck firmly, appearing more confident. "Yes, we know of his doings, and you must also know that it is because of that purple dragon that was must also take both of you into account."

Spyro appeared sad for the first time since she'd entered. Cynder also had a deeper appearance of regret decorating her features. Korryana knew she had struck a nerve of the eternal sort.

"We … can understand why your kingdom would be so hesitant. So much power within two dragons is unheard of, and while purple dragons as a whole were born to instill balance upon our world, the constant lure of corruption is ever tempting us."

Cynder's features had greatly softened, her frame slowly sliding around the bowl, wings folding back against her frame as she met Korryana's gaze. "I know I've done my fair share of damage to the Old Age, and I know it will take more then what help I gave Spyro to make things proper, but you truly can't know … or understand … what you've never felt."

"Oh? Well, Of course I wouldn't want to get personal my lady."

"Just Cynder, I'm not the formal type either." she answered with a light giggle, causing Spyro to half- smile.

Korryana relaxed, though she remained firm. "I know what you must have gone through … I've heard about … this vile energy."

"Convexity." whispered Spyro lowly, Cynder going stiff at the mention of the word.

"We … we've heard rumors about the destructive nature of this power, and how it was the reason for corrupting ones like Malefor, and even you, Cynder."

The ebony draken said nothing, jade eyes unmoved by the true statement. Spyro's own orbs drifted over her in great concern, though he forcefully remained resolute.

"Yes, it's a terrible power. It's not something I would willingly wish upon anyone. I didn't have a choice. I was violated and abused … eventually … I submitted." spoke Cynder sadly, eyes misting over noticeably.

"Yes, I know what it must have-"

"No, you simply don't." interjected Spyro in a much firmer tone then before, frame struggling to rise, though he ensured he appeared increasingly intimidating.

Korryana felt a wave of regret filling her, but remained committed. He indeed was capable of great and terrible things. "Forgive me, both of you … but if any manner of integration is to take place, you must know and understand our concerns."

"They are known." responded Spyro in the same tone, his violet orbs taking on a sharper aura. Cynder herself appeared slightly surprised at this as well – it wasn't often Spyro took on this tone or mannerism.

"Do you truly think we sit up here ignoring the realities of what surround us? Yes, both of us have been subjected to Convexity, Cynder far more than myself, but I also know that my faith in her was rewarded as was her faith in me."

Korryana blinked but kept her eyes pinned, enthralled by this image. Spyro slowly stepped forth, obviously struggling with his injury, but uninhibited . "The evils we've felt, the terrors we've witnessed. The very fabric of life and death twisting around you in a never ending orchestra of torment. The power and fury that came in reward to surrendering to that which fuels us. One can never fully grasp the concept that is Convexity, until they've felt it themselves, and I truly pray that day never comes for you."

The water draken's shoulders slumped weakly, finding his words to be more than true as Cynder stepped to his side, rubbing his flank with her own briefly. "Understand Korryana, neither one of us was born normal … we will never be normal. It's simply the reality of our situation. I fully admit I've done terrible things, but I now live every day to prove not only to myself, but to all those who might have faith in our fight, that my soul is forever free."

Spyro nodded, his own orbs slightly misted by this point. "We both fight so that no other creature, dragon or otherwise, will have to feel and experience what we have. We can not promise to be perfect, nor swear that everything will go as we anticipate, but I can assure you of one thing. We will never compromise the lives of others and sacrifice ideals for the sake of absolute tyranny. I may be a purple dragon, but my best shield against the corruption I'm regretfully bonded to is the draken you see next to me."

Cynder offered her own nod at this, tail brushing Spyro's lightly. "And I for him. We live in this New Age so that all can be free of what it took to get here. We can't promise you'll understand or trust us, but we ask you to have faith in us."

Korryana found herself at a loss for words. She had only been in their presence for a short few minutes and already she was coming to understand just what had set them apart. She could mentally grasp the concept of these two dragons, bonded through mutual suffering, being responsible for the dawn of a new era.

"I'm sorry, it would seem I've rambled." chuckled Spyro, his frame relaxing again and a more playful light returning to his violet orbs.

"You do it all the time, you just don't know it," jabbed Cynder before rubbing his flank forcefully, paws slowly carrying her towards Korryana now. "We truly hope that you enjoy your visit to the Temple, Korryana. We can only hope that when you eventually return home, you can bring with you the ideals we are striving to achieve here. Either way we wish you the very best."

Spyro hummed in agreement before Korryana presented a soft smile. "I thank both of you for taking the time to grant me audience, but I believe I also mentioned I could help you."

Cynder's eyes perked up before gazing back at the purple drake, Spyro's frame slowly settling back into the relaxing bowl. "And just what might you be able to help with? I've given him the best herbs an apothecary can supply."

"Herbs can work wonders for sure, but there are other – more efficient methods to treat injuries, at least where I come from." she responded, gazing up at Cynder to seek further permission. The ebony draken nodded politely and Korryana proceeded towards Spyro.

"They're not as bad as they look." he spoke sheepishly, Cynder glaring at him.

"I beg to differ. You won't be able to fly for months with damage like that to your wing, and it also appears that you've had more than one fracture to your forearm … no matter what Ember might have told you."

"Please, don't remind me. While I certainly enjoy the downtime, I do miss being able to clear my mind in the sky." said Spyro with a disappointed sigh.

Korryana beamed, fuchsia orbs radiating warmth. "Well, with your permission of course, I would be willing to treat them. I promise that by tomorrow you will at least be able to walk again, but the wing will take at least a week."

"I can live with that. At least I might be able to attend the council meeting tomorrow. This Arus sounds like he's in quite the bind."

Korryana immediately frowned, not knowing if she should mention what she'd recently witnessed below the barracks. "Indeed … I can only hope that he's treated better than I've seen so far. What is your opinion on him?"

Spyro felt his eyeridge raise. "Well, I wish I could give you a proper answer. Unfortunately I haven't had a chance to speak with him. Though, Cynder met him earlier."

Korryana eyed the ebony draken, a soft smirk breaking along Cynder's snout. "Yeah … and I have to say he isn't what I expected. He seems genuine, but after hearing about what he did to Scorch I'm at a loss."

"He was due anyways." muttered Spyro to himself, Cynder shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

"If all we have to go by is Scorch's word, you can rest assured that he'll be sentenced to execution." responded Cynder dryly.

Korryana's eyes went wide, frame becoming increasingly stiffer. "Execution? Is that the only answer? Do you even consider banishment or other humane approaches first?"

Both Cynder and Spyro remained quiet, clearly formulating different approaches to the question. "Well, of course something like death is an extreme, and only ever considered if the one responsible is truly considered a greater danger to all. Whether I think he did it intentionally or not, attacking a purple dragon is going to draw extreme repercussions." stated Spyro resolutely.

"The Council will meet and all members will agree upon what they believe is best to do with Arus." added Cynder, Spyro nodding in agreement.

"Execution is possible, but I do believe that such an extreme can be avoided. I hope to aid in this endeavor, for there is no solid proof in my mind that Arus truly meant to cause such devastation."

Korryana accepted their statements for now, but whenever groups got together, she found that one should learn to expect the unexpected.

"Well, It's late, I will be happy to give you a quick treatment that should deal with these fractures."

Spyro nodded in acceptance, Cynder even appearing fully settled at this point. Korryana gazed about curiously. "I assume you have a bath?"

Arus groaned, his head pounding and limbs numb as a small bead of water slid down his ruffled snout. His surroundings were conflicting with every inch of his being. Darkness was all that could be gathered from his eyesight, though he still wasn't fully sure if he had regained full consciousness. The sound of shuffling could be heard, but the only constant was his own heartbeat and heavy breathing. That and the dripping water that tortured his snout.

"What the hell is this …?"

His limbs were restricted and forced inwards, every time he attempted proving otherwise being met by a rock solid barrier. His wings were unable to spread, being confined much like everything else. Even his tail was forced to curl violently forward, forcing its way beneath his chest and snout. His head raised rapidly, only to be met by searing pain as his skull made direct contact with the ceiling. The low air pressure started to weigh on his body and mind, causing panic to settle in.

"Fuck! What is this!?" he snarled loudly, his claws starting to brandish and lash out at anything he could feel, finding that this only caused further pain to himself, scales starting to rub against the chiseled stones, breathing becoming more labored with each passing moment. Blood plastered against the stone ridges of the cell, fresh wounds a result of his impeded movements.

"Anyone … please … please just … answer!"

Silence was the only response, water continuing to barrage his snout, making him thrash harder. After ten minutes or so, Arus resigned himself to whatever hell he was currently residing within. Sapphire orbs twisted around within his skull, attempting to hide away in a once peaceful sanctum. His tail twitched on occasion, though each movement caused the rest of his body to rub against the rugged surfaces.

"Please … " he whispered in despair, eyes starting to grow heavy.

A heavy shuffling suddenly broke the insane repetition that was his torture, eyes twisting around and looking forward as a small light started to emanate from beyond his confines. A small grate had opened, allowing a small amount of fresh air to fill his lungs, seemingly lifting a ten-ton weight from his shoulders and soul.

"Please, just relax Arus, I'll keep the grate open for you until it's time."

"What! Who is that … where the hell … who the fuck put me here!?" he snarled in rapid response.

"You have been confined to one of our extreme containment cells. You will have to stay here until your judgment tomorrow."

"What? Stay here? I … I can't … I can't move … barely breath … what did I …-"

"Please Arus, I promise, I will do everything I can to help you through this, but my paws are tied, I only did what I was ordered to do. I can only implore that you relax … if you have any bastion of happy thoughts, find them."

Arus groaned despairingly, the light filtering in resulting in a glint emanating off his panicked sapphire orbs. "I … but I … I have none …"

"That's not true, we all have memories. Things that make us who we are, the things that keep us going. Latch on to whatever helps keep you going-"

"You don't UNDERSTAND! I have no memories … I can't … I can't even remember where I came from. My purpose in this world … I don't know if I have family or friends. I have no conception of what the hell I'm DOING here!"

His eyes started to water, the pressures of being kept in such a position and the mental torture that was his blank mind rapidly starting to wear upon him, feeling himself slip away bit by bit, conscious walls of stability crumbling at the mercy of this desecrating siege.

"I have nothing … I want to remember, with all my being. Anything … anything that could help get me through this. I want to say with all my heart I had no intention of hurting Spyro … I want him and all his friends to know … but how can I make them understand … when I don't even know myself!?"

The voice on the other end of the grate fell silent, Arus starting to believe he had been left alone with his encroaching madness. "Please don't leave me … not right now...I just want...I want to remember...can you help?"

A light shuffle was his only response at the time, orbs trying to latch onto anything conceivable. "My name is Arus … I have no past … and no future … all I ask for, is the chance to be born anew …"

Nothingness again was the response, dripping waters once more starting to become the focus of his tortured mind. Another shuffle rescued him from further despair, and his heart lifted at the voice of his companion.

"I promise, Arus. I will do everything I possibly can to help you find what you're looking for. I swear on my family honor."

The shadowy drake latched onto his words and secured them deep within his mental barriers, finally having some manner of hope with which he could descend upon for when the whole world turned against him. His first truly good memory in this unexpected life.

"Tha … Thank you .." he muttered softly before darkness descended upon his mind in finality.

Terradon stroked his snout slowly, rubbing away the small trickle of liquid that had sprung from his exhausted eyelid. He wasn't one to get emotional about these kind of things, but this had caught him completely off guard. It was bad enough forcing Arus into such an environment, but what would it truly feel like to not have any sense of what you are? He couldn't imagine such a hideous pain.

The umber drake sighed grimly, his body resting beside the iron door that served as Arus's torment. It had to be close to two in the morning by this point. Grey eyes focused upon his own limbs, mind still adrift in the violent explosion of fear and admittance.

Arus was in need, in need of a cause and a purpose. Terradon hoped with all his heart that the Council would feel likewise, but he also admitted that the odds favored none of them seeing him for what he truly was on this night.

Tomorrow, Arus's fate would be forever sealed. Rebirth, or Oblivion.

A/N: Another fun write up that includes some nice scenes between various characters. Arus is really in need of a helping hand these days, hopefully things take a turn for the better in the days to come. Next chapter will be posted next week sometime, as I plan on finishing a chapter before posting a new one in order to keep a proper timetable. I do intend to have Volume 1 end at 25 chapters, though I might extend that depending on how well the story comes together. It was fun thinking of some interesting powers that could be utilized by Water Dragons, and I certainly believe they could use their abilities to bolster life force and healing capabilities.

My thanks to those who reviewed, and I hope that I can further entertain and meet the standards of those looking for a good adventure in our favorite purple dragon's world!

Fun History: While she isn't part of his chapter, Razeth's rank in the Praxus Legion is that of Optio. An Optio was junior officer in the Roman Military, typically being recognized as the second-in-command of a Century. A Century was made up of 100 soldiers, though in later years this number was decreased to 80. The Century was commanded by a Centurion, with the Optio being second in chain of command.

My Characters: Arus, Terradon, Sampson, Korryana, Solarana, Scorch