A/N I wonder how many people thought this was stopped.
Back With Calemvir
"Well, if all questions are finished, I do believe I requested some time alone with Volteer here."
Calemvir was lounging back on a rather comfy chair, waiting for this meeting to be over. The Guardians had asked a few more questions, although Volteer had remained strangely quiet.
"Yes, I think we are quite done here. Do enjoy stay in Warfang, and best of luck on your Dragon-Hunt, Calemvir", Terrador replied.
"Please, follow me. My chamber should be more than private enough for our conversation! I have been saving some more complex questions some may not appreciate" Volteer said quickly, inclining his head towards Cyril as he said 'some'.
"Let us be off. Another time Guardians."
In Volteer's Chamber
Volteer's 'chamber' seemed more like a study and library mixed together with a bed and table in the centre for Volteer to sleep on. Shelves upon shelves of books ranging across multiple subjects from magic to basic sciences (for dragons) to etiquettes between species. Volteer moved to the table and pulled out a rather smaller looking chair.
Sheepishly, Volteer began to apologise. "We never really have any visitors in our chambers beyond the younger dragons and moles who require our specific attention. Sorry for the small chair but you may have to make do with this for now."
"That's fine Volteer, chairs make my tail uncomfortable anyway. I'll simply sit on my tail."
With that said, Calemvir's scaly tail grew and visibly thickened as it snaked to form a circle to support the now squatting half-dragon it belonged to.
"Shall we start with your questions now then Volteer? I'm sure there are far too many swirling in that noggin right now."
"Yes, indeed, absolutely," Volteer began. "Your runes, they are a form of magic, are they not? Would you mind explaining exactly how they work?"
"Thought you would want to start with these."
Calemvir then pulled out a rock that in the palm of his hand. The centre of the rune emblazed with a strange symbol that glowed a soft orange, reminiscent of a cosy flame often found in a fireplace.
"This is a rune. Runes are small stones that have been filled with magical energy from either the creator, the magic surrounding the area or from a mixture of both. Humans have always had a shorter magic capacity than others, even before the race started to ignore their magical capabilities. To make up for this, magic diverged into two paths, using staffs and wands as a channel for magic to leave the body, or runes."
"The creation of a rune is fairly simple. The magic was created by a group known as Vikings. The Vikings inscribed their words onto a stone, any will do, depending on its usage. For example, this rune has the Viking word for "ember" written upon it. This causes it to create a small flame upon activation."
"The rest is fairly straightforward. The word or words will require charging and the user will provide the magic. I use them because I have inherited the humans lesser magic pool and these work much better than staves."
Volteer was absolutely ecstatic at the newfound knowledge Calemvir had to offer. A form of storing magical energy for later use that seemingly never ends! This was a gold mine for any arcane researcher such as Volteer!
"That is simply fascinating! These "Vikings" as you have so called them created a form of storing magic, a process that we have thought impossible outside of the use of crystals!"
Calemvir seemed mildly surprised at this.
"Really? You dragons are searching for ways to hold magic? Why? There doesn't seem to be a need for it like there was for humans."
"What do you mean?" Volteer enquired.
"Think of it like this, one human, no matter how powerful, could never, ever, hope t create a fireball without a staff. We simply don't have enough raw magic in us at one time in order to do it. Yet you dragons can destroy full buildings at a young age without breaking a sweat."
"One dragon could equal to over a hundred humans and that's just a basic approximation form what I have seen so far from your kind. You are literal magical bombs with excess oozing out of you. The only downside would be your rather small regeneration."
"Ah, I see. I suppose it would be a large problem for a species that magically inferior," Volteer acquiesced. "Now, if I may, how on earth were you able to create and retract those wings of those. Another rune? And what was that strange white creation you had that Spyro described?"
"Same answer actually. Those both came from me and had no magic powering them whatsoever. I don't fully understand why, but human minds were far more evolved than there bodies were. This caused them to die before all of their brain could activate. I, however, have the humans brain and the dragons capabilities of long life. This let my brain fully develop and allows me to access parts of my brain that make up what I am: my cells."
"This, along with my ability to influence my brain functions, allows me to create structures form my body out of flesh and bone. The bone that stopped Cynder's tail was just that; a bone. A highly condensed and durable one, but a bone nonetheless."
"Runes could make a similar effect, but there would need to be multiple words inscribed on the same surface and would likely cause immense pain for the user. I don't suggest trying it."
"Let me ensure I understand this," Volteer started. "Humans have a more functionally developed brain than any species. So much so that they died before fully developing their brains and activating their functions. But since you have a longer lifespan you can use it as it was meant and create structures such as limbs and brains out of your own body. Am I understanding this right?"
"Yeah, pretty much," Calemvir nodded, smiling. "I knew you were the smart one. Any more questions or can I get my assistance in my project?"
"Further questions can be answered later, mostly about your humans civilisations and whatnot. How can I offer assistance in this project of yours?"
Calemvir stood from his tail, which now thinned from the bones and muscles thinning so it didn't drag on the floor, rubbing his hands together and looking around at the books lining the walls. "Well, do any of these books have the biology of dragons in them?"
Volteer stared quizzically at Calemvir, wondering why he would need that, but still moved to a shelf behind the half dragon.
The Next Day
Amethyst eyes fluttered open as the sun shone through the open window onto Spyros face. Slowly standing, the purple dragon winced at the bright light and moved to close said window before preparing for the morning. But before reaching the window, Spyro found his front left claw weighed down by something heavy. Sleepily, Spyro looked down to remove what likely was just a blanket that refused to move for whatever reason, only to find a large black scaled mass on his foot.
'Oh right, Cynder slept in my room'
As Spyro's sleep addled brain attempted to comprehend exactly what could be implied from his most recent thought, Cynder felt the shuffling from under her torso and woke form her sleep as well. Looking up, Cynder found a slightly surprised Spyro looking down at her. As amethyst met emerald, Cynder and Spyro began to comprehend what had happened.
'OH ANCESTORS I/SHE SLEPT WITH SPYRO/ME!'
"SPYRO!", Cynder yelled as she bolted up and backed away a step, attempting to beat down the embarrassed flush crawling up her neck. "IamsosorryIdidnotmeantosleephereletmeju-"
As she was speaking rapidly, Spyro just started to laugh. It started as a simple chuckle, until it turned to full boisterous laughter at the current situation. Cynder was completely confused. She thought that Spyro would have been at least embarrassed from this. But he was laughing?
Feeling ever so slightly frustrated, Cynder pointedly asked "Okay, what in Convexity is so funny today?"
"Sorry, Sorry, its… its just -wheeze-, this exact thing happened at the dragon temple."
'Wait, did it?' Cynder started to think back and realised, it had. The exact situation before them happened on her third or fourth day after being de-corrupted by Spyro.
"It was just funny." Spyro said, stretching his back. "But we should probably head out before the Guardians find out."
"Why would it matter if the Guardians find out?" Cynder asked.
"Cynder, we are two completely immature dragons of opposite genders in one room for an afternoon and a night. What do you think they'll say?"
Cogs could be heard as Cynder processed through that small fact. Slowly, Cynder's flush came back in full force as she leapt over Spyro and ran for the door, leaving a, now laughing, Spyro behind to prepare for the day.
A short while later
Cynder had gotten herself to calm down as Spyro cleaned up his room and did what he needed for the day. As Spyro came out of his dorm, still grinning mind you, he turned to Cynder and simply said, "c'mon, I'm starving" and they were both off to get something to eat. As they were moving though, a specific dragon caught Spyro's eye, and he had to do a double take from what he saw.
Sat outside the door to the food hall, was a male dragon. It almost looked like an exact copy of him! The same length, width and age seemed to match eerily well. The double's horns seemed to curve more than Spyro's however, and they were coloured a pure white, almost like bone. The other clear difference was that the dragon was covered in black scales. THERE IS A BLACK DRAGON! Naturally, this set off so many alarm bells in his head. But then the dragon saw them.
The dragon seemed to smile awkwardly before slowly walking towards, almost like he was still learning how to walk properly. The dragon opened his mouth before reaching them and simply said "Hi Spyro, Cynder. I wonder what you two were up to last night, hmmmm?" The dragon seemed to try and arch his eyebrow, but couldn't quite figure out the motion, but the sentiment was there, which would have caused the two dragons to blush heavily if they weren't so shocked at this.
The black dragon seemed confused though. Then a look of realisation dawned on his face.
"AH, I get it! You don't recognise me, it's me, Calemvir."
"Calemvir, how are you a dragon now?" Cynder started slowly, still confused but seeing as how the half dragon can grow wings twice the size of himself, this isn't so much of a stretch.
"Well, Volteer showed me the biology of a dragon, so I changed into a dragon using the same trick I used to make those wings. Sorry that I look like you Spyro, you are the only young dragon I have come across and so you are the only base I had for this."
"Ok, confusion is still there but at least your aren't gonna try and kill us," Spyro breathed out, relieved that a fight wasn't going to break out the day after Cynder came home.
"I'll explain further later, for now, we are all hungry right? Let's just eat and save us all some hunger strikes, eh?"
A/N So… Thanks to THISWILLHURT306 for favouriting this for some reason. Glad to make a few people happy.
Now if it isn't too much rouble, can I ask you peoples how my writing actually is? I'm not entirely sure when it comes to my own writing if it's shite or moderately ok so just let me know if you don't mind.
Maybe this next chapter won't need as long a wait. But I doubt it.