CHAPTER 3

"Good. At least we now know that this planet is inhabited and has what looks like a government-free planet… I've never seen a planet that had no government at all. There would even be gangster governments or rebel governments on some planets." Kilosomee said. He tapped an icon and sent a copy of his result to Commander Anders and received the same thing from his friend. The two were somewhat horrible on gathering Intel, so they had Vice Shipmasters and Captains who had experience on Intel gathering do the work. He once remembered the first time the two saw each other. They kept battling with such passion; neither side got anywhere and lost absolutely no one against each other. They threw every tactic and strategy they knew at each other and were able to have every arm saved from each fight. Eventually, they expended all their ammo and supplies that they had to leave each other alone to gather more supplies. They would jam every signal they sent for reinforcements that they got no help, no backup; it was an all out private war against each other. Kilosomee even once dueled the human only to find that their strength faded away until they had both collapsed and had to be carried away by their men.

Kilosomee smiled. Those days made each other strong, and they would have the occasional fun duel to get even stronger.

Cynder had delivered her supplies home and went hunting for dinner again. She again slipped away before Spyro could try and get Terra to follow her.

'He needs the time to get to know his own daughter.' Cynder thought happily, "I'm sure the two will get along.' She stopped by Whitacus to buy some berries and other fruits while she went out. She noticed a group of people with the strangest of transportation, not to mention the looks of them. Some had 4 jaw mandibles wearing thick yet light-weight colored armor. The others had no fur at all, nothing but tan skin; they wore green and light black armor. She shrugged it off and went away, not noticing one of the jawed creatures slipping a tracker with a small camera attached to her tail. Cynder had made off with an unfortunate cow that had the idea that if it was in deserted grassland, it would be safe there. She simply plucked it off the ground and turned home. She had made it home and said rather muffled, "Fhildren! Phyro! I've phot dinner!" Instead of the usual cries of joy from her children and mate, she was welcomed in silence. She put down the dead cow and said, "What? Are you all asleep already?" She smelt the air by accident and caught a whiff of a sharp tang that reminded her of something. But what was it?

"BLOOD?" Cynder cried. She dashed into the cave only to find darkness instead of the normally lit cave.

"Spyro! What happened? Where are the children?" She then heard a sudden scream, "Cynder! G-Get out now! It's a trap-!" Only to hear the voice be silenced and a mutter, "Shut yer trap, ya purple gecko!"

"Who's there?" There was a few fwoufs and the torches were lit to show that there were new dragons and dragonelles in there. They had the resemblance of dragons/dragonelles but had fur instead of scales. One Dragonelle who had a black triangle patter above her left eye said, "Welcome home." The voice wasn't very welcoming though…

"Who are you?" Cynder growled at the intruders. There were several small ones nesting nearby the dragon eggs while others were watching her. Cynder looked down and saw Spyro laying there pooling in blood.

"Spyro!" She cried.

"Yes. He put up quite a fight. Not as much as your children did." Cynder feared to look but she did anyway and saw her children very much dead and gutted. Ignitus had his head sliced off from his slender, handsome body. Muza was gutted and his guts were everywhere. She screamed and dashed up to Ignitus's corpse and started sobbing. She heard an order but she didn't care. Her children were dead and the intruders were going to pay. She started roaring in anger and attacked the murderers. They were able to dodge her except a young one who was suddenly snatched up by Cynder's mouth and Cynder's mouth chomped on her. The young one screamed once and fell to the floor, blood pooling. The dragonelle simply stared at the hatchling and said in an asking, whimpering voice, "Sh-Sheika?"

Spyro stirred and heard a voice nearby saying, "Oh ho, your mate's going to get it now!"

"W-Why?" He dared to ask.

"That was our leader's daughter, she was very reluctant for Sheika to join, but she was of age and had the talents."

Spyro and Cynder thought the cave had exploded, but saw that it was the dragonelle screaming in rage, "YOU BITCH!" The leader jumped on Cynder and started tearing her apart. When the bout of anger and hatred was gone, Cynder was down on the floor, only able to move her neck and head.

"You should pay for that! I'll have one of your surviving child die for killing Sheika!" The leader produced a kicking and struggling Terra, who started screaming, "Mamma! Daddy!" Terra was lifted up towards the leaders' mouth. But Cynder cried, "NO! Please, stop!" This made the leader pause and listened to Cynder say, "Please, release her for my life. Kill me, not her!" The leader cocked her head saying, "As you wish." She lifted Terra up again to her mouth and started licking her face. Cynder cried, "Wait! What are you-" Terra was shoved into the leader's mouth and with one last cry of, "Mamma! Daddy!" The leader dropped her jaw and ate Terra's body except her head.

"There, see. I gave my word. I released her. Look! I even gave a small memento of her for the rest of your pathetic life!"

Spyro had enough. He felt more energy flow through him and he shook off the dragon that held him down and muttered, "No… More." Everyone looked at Spyro and started to edge away except the leader, who promptly went up and slammed her tail against Spyros' head, making him drop like a rock and fall unconscious. Now two dragons came up and held him down. The leader went back to Cynder, who was crying profusely.

"Jus-Just leave me alone. You-you've killed my family, what more do you want?" She screamed the last sentence.

"No… Your family isn't dead yet. I've made a bargain with someone that me and my kin can go home to our realm in exchange for killing you, most of your family and give a hatchling and Spyro to him."

This made Cynder lift her head and ask, "Since you're about to kill me. Why not tell me who you bargained with?" The leader thought about it and was about to say something when one of the dragons started eating the dead. The younglings started to join. The leader looked on and then said, "It doesn't matter. Your race will go on, while we eat the dead. That's how life works. We have a great mistrust to this Drakemaster. We don't trust in what that fool says. We're just keeping our end of the bargain." The leader lifted Cynder's head, her claws holding Cynder's tongue down while Cynder protested, "May the goddess give you endless nightmares, for now my daughter joins her and cannot torment you herself." The leader opened her jaw, lifted Cynder's head in, and crushed her skill. The last words were, "Curse y-" Then a long scream tore from Cynder, causing every head to turn. Then Cynder's head fell to the floor.

Commander Anders heard a long scream coming from the south, Kilosomee turned that way, too. The two decided to land with some men and tried to find an HQ for the time being.

"Something's happened." Anders said. His friend nodded and ordered, "Men! Get some Ghosts and Warthogs. We're going to investigate!" The people scurried about to get ready. Soon, a strike team went towards the signal that specific and patriotic Elite planted.

'God, don't let me know what I think has happened.' Anders thought.

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