"Cynder, get up," Spyro said, shaking Cynder's shoulder slightly. She was still crumpled up in front of the tree, not moving an inch after she got knocked out. "Wake up." Spyro had given her twelve hours to sleep.
"Ugh, what, are we leaving for Warfang?" she said sleepily.
"Yeah, get up." She did, slowly, wincing in pain as she lifted herself.
"What happened yesterday?" Cynder asked.
"You almost got eaten by a plant and you lost a fight with a tree," Nine said, already hovering above. "So are we leaving or what?" Spyro and Cynder both responded by taking off, heading south.
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The flight to Warfang was uneventful, except for the continuation of their story telling game.
Finally, the gate came into view, welcoming the trio to Warfang as they approached. They landed before they went through the gate, walking through as is customary when entering.
Warfang was in chaos, moles and dragons both running and flying around in attempt to repair the ruins of the once glorious city. "Spyro!" a dragon called from above.
He looked up and smiled, seeing Volteer diving down to the courtyard. He landed hard on the stone with a crash. "This is glorious; the majority of us surmised that you were dead! Oh, and you've acquired a new companion!" Spyro didn't know what half of his words meant, but he could fill in the blanks.
"I'm Nine," he said. Volteer looked a tad confused.
"Your name is a number? Do you not have an alternate appellation?"
"Uh, no, it's just Nine. I had a separate name, but I forgot it."
"Do tell," Volteer said.
Nine went about telling the long story of how he became captured and taken for testing, when he was almost killed and abandoned, and everything in between.
"A most fascinating tale," Volteer said after he finished. "Perhaps we may locate your file in the dragon archives. But for now, there is a meeting at the statehouse with the other realm leaders, and they shall be starting shortly, I shall meet you all there." He took off and headed for the tallest building in the city, the top half of which broken off.
The air traffic was heavy, but as they flew to the tower, the dragons all around them swerved away to avoid collision. They reached the tower in no time.
When they landed near the tower, they were greeted by four carvings, one for each element, on the door. There was a mole standing guard, but when he recognized Spyro and Cynder he threw a lever. Soon after, the door opened. "So, nervous?" Spyro asked Cynder.
"A little, you?"
"Sort of."
Inside the base of the tower, there was another wooden door which was charred black. They passed through it and entered the central room.
In the center of the room, there was a huge, round, stone table that took up the majority of the center. A map of the land decorated the center. But the most important part of the room was the other dragons of all shapes, sizes, and colors surrounding the table. Spyro, Cynder, and Nine stood by Volteer.
"Everyone, I would like to acquaint you with these dragons," Volteer announced. "You all know of Spyro." The other leaders perked up with interest.
"This would be Nine, just Nine." The others looked confused, just like everyone else who heard his name.
"And who would this beautiful young dragoness be?" a red dragon next to Spyro said. Cynder blushed a tad at the comment.
"Well," he said. "This is Cynder." The others averted their attention to Cynder and gasped. They all knew of her infamy, which was known in all of the realms. Knowing this, Cynder put her head down in shame.
By far this is the chapter I think is the worst.