As the world dimmed again, Cynder found herself staring at the canyon they had fought Malefor in. The canyon however seemed different to how they left, moss and other plants had crawled further down the sides of the canyon, indicating a lot of time has passed since the fight. This only brought a feeling of foreboding to Cynder as she attempted to figure out how much time had passed here.
"Sooooo, which way is home?", Calemvir spoke up. Cynder turned back to find Calemvir waiting for a response, seemingly a little impatient.
"This way, but it's about 3 days walking so we should get started."
"Who said we were walking?"
Cynder was now, for the umpteenth time today, confused again. "You have no wings, how are you going to fly?"
A smirk was Cynder's only answer as he stepped a bit backwards. "You may want to stand back."
The two-legged started to take off his shirt a put it on his shoulder, revealing a heavily obvious lack of fur. 'Explains the thick clothes'. However, Cynder was simultaneously in awe and disgusted at what Calemvir did next.
The flesh on both of Calemvir's shoulder blades began to grow into long spindly bones as long as Calemvir's body. The bones then began to grow flesh of their own with patches of scales growing along the top parts. To finish off the construct of flesh and bone, a leathery substance grew form the bones and attached to the beginning of the construct. Looking at the whole structure, Cynder could see it was a very large set of wings on his back. Large enough that the black scaled set dragged along the floor.
"Are you gonna keep ogling me or are we getting you home?" Cynder moved her attention from the wings to Calemvir's still smiling face.
Cynder, of course, made a smart response filled with intelligence. "Uh yeah sure."
Not wasting anymore time, Cynder leapt to the skies towards Warfang. Seconds later, Calemvir took to the skies but with the excessive size of his wings he flew much further than Cynder with a single wingbeat accidently knocking Cynder aside.
"HEY, WATCH IT AND STAY BEHIND!"
"Ha-ha. Sorry it was unintentional. Haven't used these in a while. I thought you'd be faster than this since you have magic boosting you though."
Cynder was a dragoness of many things. One of which was pride towards her speed. She was the fastest dragoness in the temple, likely the whole of Warfang, thanks to her wind element. That -in her opinion- snide comment on her speed made her a bit pissed.
"Fine if I'm so slow lets race to Warfang. You head straight from here to get to the city, you can't miss it. First one there wins."
Before Calemvir could respond Cynder flew off, boosted with magic of the wind element and wings pumping wildly yet skilfully. All for naught though as Calemvir blasted past with his ridiculously large wings, almost acting like he was gliding easily in the air. Growling, Cynder attempted to catch up and win the race.
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20 Minutes Later
The pair were hovering just outside the city watchers view: one incredibly tired and another amused and had been waiting for 5 minutes. "That was a lovely flight. We should do it again. Such a relaxing time."
"Shut… Up…", Cynder panted out. She couldn't understand how. She nearly used all her magic and energy just to keep up with him! Then if it wasn't enough he just flapped his wings and flew another mile ahead!
"Now that's over with, what do we do now? Any rules I should know about or customs?"
"No… you should be ah fine. I'll explain everything."
Cynder haggardly began to fly towards the city, thinking about the race. It was strange. She seemed to be faster than she was before. Each wing beat took her further forwards and her magic had lasted much longer than it normally did. It's almost like she had grown… taller.
"Um Calemvir?"
"mm?"
"Have I grown at all?"
"Yeah, course you have. You don't spend that much time asleep and not expect to be taller. Why is that a problem?"
"No just… How the hell is anyone going to recognise me?"
Calemvir just turned around -whilst still flying backwards!- and looked at her confused. Then he seemed to get it. "OH right. I forgot to mention this. For some reason that only Magic knows, creatures only grow at the time period of their home dimension. So Spyro would've grown as much as you. Who knows, he might be an even better hunk now."
Cynder stumbled in flight a little bit at that last sentence. "What do you mean better hunk now?!"
"Cynder I had been waiting a long time for you to wake up, so with my spare time I went through you're memories. Nothing huge or overly personal but, Jesus you're life is hell. As an added side effect I now understand what makes a dragon/dragoness look good. Therefore, I can safely say, Spyro is HOT."
Silence impeded their conversation from then on as they continued their flight to Warfang. Like the first time Cynder flew to the city, the horns were blasted and a squad of dragons flew to see them in. Most were shocked at the sight of a new creature though some were looking angrily at Cynder for still being alive. The squad led them to the guardian tower and left them for the meeting.
"Ladies first", Calemvir said after putting his wings away and opening the door with his hand.
The two entered the building and headed towards the Guardian meeting room. Unlike the first time, they were expected.
All the guardians were there, including a female red dragon who seemed rather young compared to the other Guardians. 'The new fire Guardian.' There was also a distinct lack of purple dragon in the room.
"Cynder, it's good to see you well, alive, uncorrupted! And is this the creature who saved you two?", Volteer started.
Before Cynder could open her mouth to speak, Calemvir began to talk. "Why yes I am! You must be Volteer. Mister tall and grumpy there must be Cyril and the jolly green giant has to be Terrador. However I do not know who you are sir?"
"I am the new Fire guardian, Flare. Now since you seem to know all of us, maybe we could know you?"
"Ah of course, Calemvir the half dragon at your service milady." Calemvir said this with a deep bow toward the Guardians. "Now, since Cynder is clearly alive and well, I believe I owe a certain purple someone an explanation. Where is he?"
"Why not just tell us now? Spyro can have a repeat when he gets here", Cyril spoke up, annoyed at his new title.
"Don't like repeating myself, get him here or I go find him."
With a sigh, Terrador called for a guard to find Spyro and bring him to the Guardians hall.
Whilst waiting, Calemvir decided to grab some sort of cylinder with a form of liquid inside. Taking a short swig.
"Well since we must wait, might I ask what exactly you are?", Volteer decided to ask what he wanted to know from the moment he walked in.
"To put it simply, I am a mix of a dragon and a human. Humans were a species that evolved from apes before they all died out."
"How did they die out, vanish, go extinct?"
"I am unsure. For some reason I have a memory gap that won't come back. It was in that time that all humans disappeared and their structures went to ruin. As far as I can see I will be the last of my kind. Probably for the best to, a bunch of me running around is a quick way for disaster.
I tried investigating when I 'woke up' but the only thing of interest was the crater I woke up in. It was teeming with magic energy. I just assumed I was in a hidden dimension so horrible the memories were repressed whilst the human extermination was ongoing."
Suddenly, Calemvir put away the flask and stood up. "Cynder you may want to leave the room. Spyro will be here in a few minutes and you may want to keep that reunion private."
In a black flash, Cynder was outside the room. Calemvir was right, a few minutes later the door opened and out came a taller Spyro. Who froze when he saw Cynder standing there.
"Cynder?"
"Hey, been a while…"
A/N So you may hate me for this but I couldn't be bothered writing more so this is what you get. At least next time will be interesting since I have an idea of how I want that chapter to go. After that its tumbling in the dark till the next plot point.