The Lehend of Spyro: Evolutions of a New Age

The Imortal Dragon Of Shadow

AUTHORS NOTE: Chapter five, people. So we've got some action in this one. I won't tell the who, when, and where, you gotta' read to find out. And 600 HITS! *Dances like a fool* I'm happy!

And in responsse to a recent review, yes they are always walking on two legs. Thats what having a bipedal figure means. (see chapter one) They're anthros, dude.

DISCLAMER: I do not ownany TloS characters or locations. they belong to their respective owners. I do however own any OC's that may appear.

Chapter Five

Spyro and Cynder led an entourage of moles carrying large crates toward the training grounds. As they passed various creatures in the temples halls, they were greeted with deep bows of respect. News of Spyros possition spread quickly throughout the city, causing its citizens to treat Spyro more like a guardian rather than their savior. He prefered their respect over their worship anyhow.

Spyro pushed against the massive doors of the training grounds and they creaked open slowly. The mole set the crates along one wall and departed after giving Spyro a bow.

The purple dragon took a moment to absorb the feeling the room offered him. Like every other part of the temple, the grounds were a near perfect replica of the swamp temples. The large, open room formed a circle that could hold a hundred dragons, easily. Banners for each of the elements hung from every wall. Memories of the countless hours he spent training in the other temple filled his mind as he stood there.

A cough from Cynder brought Spyro back from his moment of reminiscence. She, Terradore, and six other dragons, who were around the same age as him, waited patiently on the opposite side of the room. As he approached, Terradore stepped forward and gestured toward the other Dragons. "Spyro, allow me to introduce your students. This is..." A large earth dragon stepped forward, snapped to attention, and gave a respectful salute.

"First leutenant of the city guard, Clay, sir!" His scales were a dark green, with a gun-metal grey stomach, ram-shaped horns, and wing membranes, and he had a barbed club on his tail. His voice was thick with an odd accent that Spyro didn't recognise.

(A/N: His accent is Russian. I'm basing Clay off of a cousin I lost a bet with, so bare with me if he becomes utterly annoying.)

"At ease." Spyro announced. He relaxed and placed his hands behind his back. "Alright, if you're gonna' train under me, you've gotta' drop the whole soldier motif while you're here. Deal?" He nodded as he crossed his arms before his chest and leaned back against the wall. "Who's next?"

"That'd be me."

Spyro turned to an electric dragoness with her hands on her hips. She had golden scales and a black stomach and wing membranes. She had no horns, but instead had what appeared to be a mane of black quills on the back of her head and neck. Her tail ended in a tuft of more black quills that looked painful.

"And you are?"

"Tesla." She certainly wasn't chatty, like Volteer. Thank the ancestors!

Spyro nodded once and turned to the next two candidates. One was a fire dragon who looked erilly like Spyro. He had ruby red scales, a gold stomach, curved horns, and wing membranes, and a sharp, arrow-shaped blade on his tale. The other was a pink dragoness with a magenta colored stomach and wing membranes. her horns were gold and curved from the top of her head to a point just by her jaw. She also wore a gold, heart-shaped necklace that matched her tail apendage.

With the absence of a fire teacher, it was agreed the there woud be two candidates during the training, but that they would battle each other for the chance to battle a suitible dragon when the time came. In this case, Spyro.

"'Sup? The names Flame, dude." Spyro raised an eyeridge at Flames form of speach, but quickly removed the thought from his mind.

"Hello, I'm Ember." She bowed respectfully, but gave a flirtatious wink when she straightened back up. Cynder noticed this, and snarled slightly at the pink dragoness.

Spyro turned to the next candidate, but reared his head back when he saw her. "Nitra?"

Her white cheeks turned pink when he spoke her name. "Yes. Hello again, High Guardian Spyro."

Spyro released a stressed sigh through his nostrils and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay, first order of business, the next one to refer to me as 'High Guardian Spyro' has to run a hundred laps around the grounds. In here, just call me Spyro. Understood?" They all looked at him nervously, but nodded. "Good. You've all got a crate of personalized equiment with your name on it. Have a look."

The candidates moved to their respective crates and examined the cargo.

"Spyro, how do you know that dragoness?" Cynder stepped up and asked.

"Nitra? While I was roaming the halls the other day, she smacked me with a door, giving me a bloody nose. It embarased her something fierce, and she ran off."

"You can't keep from getting hurt, can you?" She mocked.

"Guess not."

"Dude!" Spyro and Cynder looked over as Flame drew a five-foot katana from his crate. The blade was a solid piece of polished steel that came to a leather bound hilt that ended with a couonterweight shaped like a dragons head clutching a red gem in its mouth. "Awesome blade, dude!"

"Yes. They're amazing." Ember drew an identicle, but slightly shorter, blade from within her crate as well.

"I had these weapons made to suit your elements. They'll function on their own, as well as in sync with your powers."

Spyro observed as the others examined their gear. Clay withdrew a five-foot staff, which had a massive morning star on one end and a halbierd style spear tip and axe-blade at the other. Tesla grinned as she looked closely at a set of twin, two-foot long, S-shapped daggars in her hands. Nitra seemed to grow more nervous as she removed a seven-foot scythe from her crate. The others gawked in surprize at the sight of her weapon.

"You're a few weeks away from weapons training, but you'll start using the other stuff tomorrow."

Everyone reached into their crates and removed six identical sets of bulky, grey armour. They were utterly unattractive and weighed as much as the dragon who would wear them.

Flame raised a hand and asked, "So, regardless of how ugly these suits are, why ain't we using them today, dude?"

"Because, dude, today I'll be assessing your current skill levels..." Spyro raised his right foot slowly, then stomped it on the ground, summoning a ring of stone in the center of the room. "...in one-on-one combat. Any volunteers?"

When nobody answered, Spyro pointed at Flame and said, "Flame! since you're so talkative, and think my armour designs are so ugly, you'll be first."

(Song: 'Til I Collapse - Eminem)

The red dragon cursed under his breath as he stepped to the ring. Spyro removed his belt, passed it to Cynder, and followed the red dragon. "Here's the rules. One, no breath powers. You're candidates for guardianship, so I have no doubt in your elemental prowess. Two, no death-dealing blows. Three, victory is claimed by pinning, knocking out, or removing your opponent from the ring. Aside from that, annything goes. Understood?" Everyone nodded. "Good. The first move is yours, Flame."

Flame spred his feet apart and raised his clenched hands to chest level. Spyro didn't even move. He glanced over at Terradore and gave a curt nod.

"Combatants ready? Begin!"

Flame charged straight for Spyro. Once he was close enough, he attempted a right-handed jab to Spyros face. He merely leaned to the left, dodging the strike, and followed with a left-handed uppercut into Flames ribbs. Flame staggered back, but Spyro continued with an onslaught of six strikes to the red dragons mid-section. Flame stumbled back, gasping for air and clutching his sides. When he looked to his teacher, Spyro shook his head in dissapointment before raising his hand to Flames chin with a quick, open-palmed jab.

The red dragons eyes rolled back into his head as Spyro walked past him. He fell to his knees before he completely collapsed, face first, onto the ring. Without looking back, Spyro asked the other candidates, "Who's next?"

Clay snarled as he cracked his knuckles, and stepped onto the ring. They waited for two moles to remove Flame before adopting fighting stances.

Terradore, acting as referee, shouted, "Begin!"

Spyro charged first, aiming to stike Trenchs neck. He dodged, much like Spyro had previously done with Flame, and planned on striking the purple dragons ribbs in the same manner, as well. Spyro noticed this, and moved with the momentum of his punch, spinning and bringing his left foot in a round-house kick to the back of trenchs head. The green dragon was thrown ten feet and skidded over the edge of the ring. When Trench raised himself onto his knees, he noticed where he had been thrown and slamed his fist onto the floor, cracking it.

When he looked over, Spyro saw Tesla rolling her shoulders as she stepped onto the ring. When she took her stance, Terradore shouted, "Begin!"

She charged for Spyro. Before she reached him though, she dropped to the ground and attempted to kick the purple dragons feet from beneath him. Spyro used his tail to block the attack, and followed by punching straight down toward her chest. Tesla rolled to her left, avoiding the attack, and quickly jumped up before back-handing Spyro accross the face. He spun around, wraping his tail around her wrist, and tossing her from the ring. She gracefully landed on her feet beside Trench.

"Congratulations, Tesla!" Spyro shouted proudly. "You're the first to land a hit." Tesla merely bowed, but Spyro noticed a grin pulling at the corners of her mouth. "Nitra, Ember, who of you is next?"

Nitra shied away, but Ember practically danced onto the ring. Terradore waited until they were ready, then shouted, "Begin!"

Ember lept for Spyro, When she was close enough, she raised her right foot in a scissor-kick. He caught her leg in his left hand, and used his other to raise her into the air by her mid-section. Before he could throw her, Ember used her tail to whip his wrist. Spyro withdrew his hand, and Ember grasped one of his horns, pulling him to the ground as she fell. She attempted to pin him by wraping her legs around his chest and placing her claws to his neck, but Spyro kneed her in the back. She landed behind him, and he flipped over backwards and landed on top of her. He grasped her tail in his left hand, shoved his knees into her back, and placed his claw beside her neck, pinning her.

Spyro released his grip and helped the pink drgoness to her feet. "You've definately got some skill in close-quarter combat."

"Yes. You'll I'm very good at...grapling." She said with a seductive tone of voice.

Spyro shrugged it off and turned to the remaining candidate. "Okay, Nitra, you're up." The white dragoness nodded nervously as she stepped onto the ring.

Ember stepped off to stand by Tesla, grinnig at her performance. She was, suposedly, unaware of the vicious look Cynder was giving her. The comment she had made utterly enraged the black dragoness.

Terradore only noticed the two dragons in the ring. Altough Nitra was trembling nervously, when they were readly, he shouted, "Begin!"

Spyro charged toward the dragoness. When he raised his hand to simply push her out of the ring, he noticed a change in her stance. Nitras shaking stopped in an instant, her footing shifted to a more stable possition, and her eyes glazed over, as if she were a lifeless husk.

She raised her left arm and parried spyros shove. She then struck the center of Spyros chest with a right-handed, open-palmed strike. Spyro, surprised by the force of the blow, stumbled backwards until he felt Nitras tail trip him, causing him to land on his back. He recovered in time to block a downward kick from Nitra by crossing his arms before his face in an 'X'. He shoved against her leg and managed to push Nitra back. Spyro vaulted himself up and ran for the dragoness before she could recover. When he reached her, he moved to kick her across the head, but she ducked below his leg. She then did a form of a cartwheel and grasped his head between her legs and fliping him onto his shoulders as she completed her spin. Nitra followed by backfliping in the air, landing on her hands and spinning herself in the air, holding her legs in a split. When spyro raised himself up, he immediately felt her right foot connect with his jaw. He was thrown onto his back again. Nitra pushed off of the ground and landed with her feet on Spyros shoulders. She then crouched down until her claws were wrapped around his throat.

Everyone watching the spectacle gaped at the results. As Spyro looked up into Nitras eyes, the lustre they previously held returned. When she saw how she was above the purple dragon, her cheeks began to burn and turn a deep pink. She quickly hopped off Spyro and moved to exit the ring, but cringed as she stepped on her right foot. When she lifted it, Spyro noticed a deep cut on the padding and a blood smear on the stone. Spyro quickly rubbed his chin horn and felt that it was slick with blood.

Spyro lifted himself up and aided the white dragoness as she stumbled to a group of waiting moles. As they bandaged her foot, he said, "Very impressive,but you need to avoid harming yourself while bringing down your enemy."

Nitra never looked up from the floor, but she nodded at Spyros wise words. When the moles gave her a thumbs up, she withdrew to stand beside Ember.

At that moment, Flame regained consciousness and sat upright, clutching his jaw with one hand and his side with the other. With a grunt he said, "A'ight, what the hell happened?"

Clay nealt down by Flame and answered, "Spyro kicked your arse, comrade."

Flame looked up at Spyro and raised an eyeridge. The purple dragon shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head to the side, saying in a blunt tone, "You need more training, but you lasted longr than your friend there. I tossed him out of the ring within five seconds."

Clay narrowed his eyes and huffed at Spyro, "You just caught me off guard."

"Exactly!" Spyro exclaimed while pointing an accusing finger at the green dragon. "You're overconfident in your abilities. Never underestimate an opponent, or they'll surprise you every time."

Clay rubbed the spot where Spyros foot connected with his head. "I suppose I was angry about how easily you handed Flame his own arse, and that clouded my judgment." Flame smirked at the green dragons comment.

"You need to work on that." Spyro then crouched down by the two. "So what's y'alls story?"

"Clay and me?" Flame asked while pointing his thumb back-and-forth between Clay and himself. Spyro nodded and he answered, "Well...we've been best buds since my parents took him in. He's more like an annoying older brother really."

Spyro chuckled as that statement made him think of Sparx and himself.

Away from the three, Tesla, Ember, and Nitra were approaching Cynder. When she noticed them, she raised her hand in a greeting. "Hey."

Tesla crossed her arms and simply replied, "So, you're Cynder?"

"Yeah." Cynder glanced between the three of them. She was expecting some criticism about her past. As they stared at her, she thought, I hope I didn't kill anyone they cared for. People may be treating me nicely, but I know some are talking about what I did behind my back.

"I've got a question for ya." Tesla moved her hands to her hips.

Here it comes, She thought, but said, "Ask away."

Tesla took a deep breath. "Is it true that Spyro and you have...umm..."

Cynder raised an eyeridge at the question, but closed her eyes and released a releived sigh. "Umm...yeah. We have, in fact. We're mates now." She stated proudly.

Tesla nodded her head and replied with a grin, "Way to go, girl! Getting your hands on hunk of dragon like Spyro," She turned to the group of males, crossing her arms and biting her lower lip, "that's the accomplishment of the year."

"Dragoness' everywhere will be crying themselves to sleep when they hear of the two of you." Ember comented.

Cynder looked at the pink dragoness and replied coldly, "I was under the impression that you were one of those dragoness'."

Ember shook her head and toyed with the heart amulet on her necklace. "No. I'm interested in annother."

Cynder followed her gaze to Flame. A sudden realisation caused her to laugh. "You're trying to make him jealous?" Ember nodded and recieved a playful shove from Tesla. Cynder then asked, "But Flame was knocked-out when you made your 'grapling' comment."

Eber nodded and ansered, "But clay wasn't. Those two are like brothers, and I'm sure he'll tell Flame later. I'm hoping the fact that he didn't notice and that Clay had to tell him will make him even more jealous."

Cynder nodded, impressed with the pink dragoness' plan, and joked, "In that case, you have my permission to flirt with Spyro. I just ask that you leave physical contact to a minimum. Deal?"

"Really?" Cynder nodded. "Deal!" The other dragoness' laughed at Embers excitement. Even Nitra released a small giggle.

Spyro stood and releaved everyone for the remainder of the day. The five candidates and Terradore seemed confused, but they listened none the less. Once they, and the moles, had left, Cynder walked up behind her purple savior and wrapped her arms around his torso, resting her head on his shoulders.

"How'd I do, Cyn?" He asked while rubing the scales along her arms.

"You were amazing, Spy. You deffinately made them understand how difficult this'll be."

"I wasn't too hard on 'em? Even Flame?"

"No."

"That's good." He sighed and turned around in Cynders grasp, wraping his arms around her as well. "What would I do with out you?"

"You'd probably be dead by now." Spyro raised an eyeringe at her response. "I'm jsut sayin', how many time have I saved this ass?" She moved her hands from his back and grasped is buttox in a firm grip.

"Well, it is an ass worth saving." He replied before gently pressing his lips against hers.

When they broke the kiss, Cynder asked, "So what do you wanna do with the rest of today?"

Spyro pursed his lips and tited his head to the side, acting as if her were putting a lot of thought into his answer. Cynder giggled at the way he was carrying on, and then rested her head against one of his shoulders. Spyro began to gently rubb the scales on her back, and kissed the top of her head. He then replayed the ecents of the day in his mind. A sudden memory popped into his head, and he pulled away from Cynder.

She seemed dissipointed at their separation. With a pout she asked, "What's wrong, Spy?"

"I jsust remembered, Mason said he had something for us, and that we should go to his shop today to check it out."

"Any idea what it is?" she asked with interest.

"I've got a few, but knowing that mole, he'll have something else made entirely." He answered with a slight chuckle.

"It's not what I had in mind, but as long as I'm with you, I don't care what we do. Let's go see what that little furball has for us." Spyro gave her one last kiss, then led her from the training grounds.

They reached Masons shop within an hour. When Spyro knocked on the door, there was a loud crash heard from inside. Moments later, the portly mole opened the door and hurried them in with a wave of his hand. The couple nodded their heads in greating as they passed through the door, and immediately noticed a pile of half-finished swords near the counter. The room they were in was merely the office space of the shop where Mason or one of his assistants would take orders and except payments.

"I take it you two are here for your surprise?" The little mole, although he was tall amongst his own kind, asked in his odd accent. "You arived just in the nick of time. I only finished them about a half hour ago."

"Yes, Mason. Now what have you made for us? I'm awefully anxious to find out." Spyro said, his excitement obvious in his voice and demeanor. Cynder ginned and nodded her head, for she was jsut as excited as her lover.

"Alright, follow me to the other room. I'm sure they've completely cooled by now."

He lead the duo through annother door to his work area. Heat from the forge turned the large room into a sauna. As he wiped sweat from his brow, Spyro observed the countless tools around the place. There were more hammers, clamps, and files than he cared to count, two anvils near the forge with a trough of water running between them, and a long table with a sheet covering its contents.

As they entered, they saw two moles hammering at peices of red-hot metal on the anvils. When one dunked their creation into the trough, there was a loud sizzling noise, and when he pulled it out again, Spyro realised it was a spear head. The mole then grabbed a file and began to sharpen its edge.

Mason lead them to the table and grabbd on corner. He cleared his throat before saying, "On behalf of the moles of Warfang, I present you with a token of our gratitude." With a flourished display, Mason pulled the sheet from the table and revealed several peices of beautiful, colored armour with gold trim, and two bundles of black fabrick.

The two gauked at their gifts. As spyro lifted a helm, he turned to Mason and exclaimed, "This is amazing, Mason! I don't know what to say, except thank you."

"Think nothing of it." he said with a wave of his hand. "Hows about you two give the armour a try, eh?" When they nodded in anticipation, Mason raised his hand to his mouth and shouted, "Connor, Michael, get your worthless asses over here and help our guests into their armour!"

The two moles dropped what they were working on, and walked over to the table. As one of them, Connor, grabbed a bundle of the fabric, he expressed, "You know, da, you don't have to yell when brother and I are in the same room as you. We're not deaf."

Michael picked up the other bundle and agreed, "Brother's right, pop. We can hear just fine."

Mason merely grunted and said, "Oh, just get these two in their armour, then get back to those spear heads. Terradore and those cheetahs made a massive order, and we've still got the wrought-irons to work on for the mole division."

Spyro shook his head with a grin at the way this family carried about. Connor heald up the bundle, and revealed it to be a full-body suit. As spyro pulled the suit closer, he realised it was finely woven chain mail. When Spyros eyes widened at this realization, Connor grew a proud grin.

"I call this silk-mail. It's as thin and soft as silk, but stronger than any other mail out there. I'm proud to say I designed this beauty."

"That he did!" Mason boomed proudly. "The only blade in my shop that could cut through it was one of my etches."

"What's an etch." Cunder asked as she put one of her legs through the hole in the back of her suit.

Mason held up a finger as he walked over to a counter on the other side of the room and grabbed a tiny box. When he returned, the two were already in their suits, which clung to their body as if made of elastic. The suits covered their entire bodies, except for the holes for their wings, from their neck to their ancles, to ther wrists, and down their tales up to threir apendages. Mason set the box on the table and opened it to reveal three scalpel-like knives with clear crystal heads inside.

"Etches are made with diamond blades. I use them to inscribe designes into the more elaborate items, but it'll cut through anything you throw at it." He closed the lid and pushed the box aside.

Connor and Michael began placing the plates onto Spyro and Cynder. First, They attached the breast peice with leather straps. It covered half of their torso and the area between their wings. Simple chokers that covered half of their necks came next. Then the pauldrons were placed over their shoulders. These peices were layered and curved down to cover most of their upper-arms. Next were the gauntlets. They were leather gloves that went up to the elbow, with pieces of plate covering the fore-arm, top of the hand, and the tips of the fingers with sharpened, claw-shaped peices. A leather belt attatched curved faulds that covered the hips and groin area. Several collar-like pieces covered their tales, and ended in sharpened blade pieces. The final pieces were the thy-high boots that nearly covered all their legs in plate.

Spyro and cynder took the time to look each other over. Their armour was nearly identicle, except for the colored parts. Spyros was royal purple, where Cynders was bood red. Spyro looked back at the table and examined the two helms. The purple on, his, would hang low on the face, just above the eyes and wrap around the face to cover the corners of his jaws. Cynders was red and would cover her face like a mask. They were fine suits of armour.

"They're beautiful, Mason." Cynder said as she reached down and hugged the mole. "Thank you."

When she released the portly mole, she could see a deep blush beneath his short fur. While rubbing the back of his head in embarasment, Mason mumbled, "It's no trouble. I wish I could give more for what you two have done." Mason then suddenly clapped his hands together. "Now that I've shown you your armour, it's time for me to design your weapons. What are your prferences?"

"Mason, you don't-" Spyro tried to interject, but was interupted.

"We insist, High Guardian." Michael pressed on. "Allow us to show our utmost gratitude, please."

Spyro let his shoulders slump at the mention of his title, but looked at the young mole with understanding. If it had been annother dragon who had saved the world, he'd have done everything in his power to show his gratitude. With a sigh that was mixed with laughter, Spyro surrendered to their pleads.

"Alright. What do you want us to tell you, Mason?"

The pudgy mole rushed over to a couter and grabed a book of paper, a guill, and an ink well. He brought these to the table and arranged them before him. "Just describe what you want, and I'll do my best to provide it. How's about we let the lady go first, eh?"

Cynder gave a look that could only be described as smug. She stepped to the table, taping a knuckle against her chin in thought, and braced herself against the edge. After a moment, she slapped her hand on the tabes surface as she made a descision.

"I've got it! Back when I was held captive at the Well of Souls, I saw an ape with a pecular weapon. It was a double bladed sword that stretched from either end of a two-foot staff. If you made me one, but with curved blades, it could benefit from my wind element."

"So...it'd be a giant propeller?" Spyro asked with a raised eyeridge.

"In a way, yes." She answered.

Mason took a few moments to draw what Cyder had described for him. He even grabbed a piece a piece of rope and took measurments of her hands, arms, and height. While he did this, Connor and Michael returned to their anvils and continued work on the spear heads.

"I think I've got everything. Now what about you, Spyro?"

"Two scmitars for me, please." Cynder gave him a curious look at how quickly he came to that descision. "You're not the only one to let an ape influence their choice in weaponry." he told her with a sad expression. Mason took Spyros measurments, and afer annother conversation of weather or not their gifts were necessary, the couple bade their goodbye.

It was past dark when they arived at the temple, so they just went to their room. They mounted their armour on two displays that Spyro had requested, and took a moment to look their gifts over. When their moment of gratitude passed, They crawled ito bed.

"I still can't believe he's just giving this to us. It must've taken a lot of work." Spyro said as he layed on his back.

Cynder snuggled up to his side and rested her head on his chest. "I'm not used to the kindness of it. I half expected a raging mob, but I'm happy with how things have turned out." After a moment of silence, she asked, "Spy...what did you mean by what you said at Masons shop?"

"You mean why I asked for scmitars?"

"Yeah."

Spyro released a reluctant sigh, but answered, "Gaul. When you mentioned that you saw an ape with the sword-staff, It made me think think of him. Cyn, while I was fighting Gaul, I felt many things. Rage, fear, but what I felt most was admiration. during our battle, he handled those swords like a master. I think it was the intent of his style, but I ws mesmerized by his skill. If I'm to become a sword weilder, I want weapons similar to the greatest swordsman I've ever faced."

Cynder tightly squeezed his chest at his words. When she relaxed her grip, she expressed her understanding. "Spy, I understand. It's a noble gesture."

Spyro kissed the top of her head, and she began to purr softly. "I love you, Cyn."

"And I love you, Spy."

Sleep soon cosumed the two, and they began ot dream of each other.

AUTHORS NOTE: And there's annother chapter! Sorry for the delay, but guess who got shot in the shoulder? That's right, this guy! Kind of. It has to do with my cousins stipid bet. (And I'll hence forth refer to him as B.S. No shit, those are his innitials.) He bet he could shoot a can off my head from ten yards with a paintball gun filled with marbles. He hit it, but when the marble shattered against the wall behind me, a large shard buried itself in my left shoulder blade. Good thing I'm right handed.

Anyhow, with my arm in a sling, I'm chicken-pecking my fic. It might be a while before annother chapter, so please be patient. Review if you liked it, or not. I don't care. Yes I do! Review!

In Eternity,

TIDOS