As the night fell, the occurrences became stranger and stranger. At first Spyro failed to notice the sudden influx of traffic heading towards the refugee district and the alarming increase in the beats of Legionaries over the roof. Throughout the evening, dragons from multiple gangs came by to purchase the goods that they had available, from maces to lances. On a normal day, Hunter would have gleefully indulged himself into counting the increasing piles of gold but now, the depleted amount of weapons in his shop only served to unnerve him more. What had these dragons needed with these weapons all the sudden?" An obvious answer kept appearing in his kind. "Open rebellion" he muttered. But if so, then how had he not known about it? The last of the falcons he had sent to the other metal smiths reported the same condition yet none of them knew what to make of this situation. To think that the resistance could have incited such a massive feet without triggering any of the Dark Master's informants seemed unlikely. The spies that his generals employed were the best and the Wings knew it. As daft as some of the street thugs were, many of the commanders had once lead troops to battle and knew from experience the dangers of not knowing the powers of the enemy. He jumped when two loud "BANGS!" Echoed in the distance, slowly the fear in the pit of his stomach manifesting itself.

Spyro ran to him from outside. "Master Hunter, we're all out of steel!" "What? But I made sure that our inventories were full this morning!" Spyro shook his head. "They were, but the massive amounts of buyers today was just phenomenal." "Well, what do you think of now?" Hunter responded, unsure of what to make of this situation. Spyro shrugged and replied. "Well I'm thinking about heading home. The night's almost here and I've still got a hatch day to celebrate." He added the last part with a grin. "Are you sure you don't want to stay here? It will be much safer from the gangs and the soldiers." Spyro shook his head. "Thanks Hunter, but I have a home to maintain and plus, I'm quite curious as to where Akyla is. Spyro frowned. "It's unlike her to break a promise, I've got to check if everything's alright." Hunter nodded. "Alright then lad, stay safe out there, you're worth too much gold!" Spyro chuckled and opened the door. "You too Hunter." The broken streets were eerily empty when Spyro walked passed them, with only the occasional living being peeking out from the shadows at the lone dragon walking down the street. The lamps remained unlit, an unusual occurrence as normally the citizens would all put in effort to light up the streets. He sighed and opened his wings. It would be much quicker to just fly back.

Fire.

It was all on Fire.

The smell of smoke clog Spyro's nostrils as he rushed past waves of fleeing civilians. The loud BOOMs of cannon fire rang down over the already broken buildings. Yells of pain and agony erupted every time shrapnel found itself a target, be the young or old. He had already past his own house some time ago but with the sounds of battle drawing his curiosity, he had ventured further and was now stuck in this hell hole. Spyro immediately worried about Akyla's safety. A few feet in front of him lay a body. He looked down and noticed the tattoo of a hawk on his neck. A Wing. He leapt over the body and noticed how the dragon seemed to be barely older than he was, the life sucked out of him by a single shard of metal sticking out of his forehead. Spyro shuddered at the sight and rushed even quicker towards where he could hear yells and screams. Suddenly, the civilians stopped and were replaced by soldiers, not Legionnes but resistance fighters, all conglomerating towards the direction Spyro seemed to be headed. Another body appeared in front of him, then another and another, all in the cheap mail armor provided by the Wings. His foot clanged something and he looked down. A piece of a Centurion helmet lay crushed on the street, the once proud frill not shredded and torn. Spyro continued forward when a whirling sound overhead caught his attention. "Shit!" The dragon dove away as a cannon ball impacted a few yard in front, throwing shrapnel everywhere. Spyro flew backwards and hit the ground hard. His vision flashed before turning black.

He was in the middle of it all. Spyro groggily looked around him Instead of seeing resistance, the dragons in the mass melee around him were clad in Black steel, a banner close by displaying a golden 4 against a black background. "These are from the second Legionnes!" Spyro realized. Around him he realized that the soldiers were all gathered around in set of phalanxes. The ones with swords stood in front while the spearmen were right behind them, their pointed weapons deterring all but the bravest of militia. Meanwhile, above him, the battle raged just as fiercely as multi colored elements from both sides rocketed across the sky and the occasional dragon fell, dying to the impact if the enemy hadn't killed them. He sat up and shook himself awake, looking for the best place to slink out of the lines. To his right, he could see a band of recruits hold the line with a few Legionaries . He squinted, recognizing the black dragoness he had seen before appeared to be one of them. He watched as she parried the blow from a charging fighter and engulf him with a blast of shadow fire, an element he rarely witnessed. The Legionaries appeared to be winning as they slowly pushed back against the surrounding resistance fighters until in the distance, he could make out a familiar voice yell:

"Loose!" In the last lights of the sun, a cloud of arrows soared high into the sky. Spyro's eyes widened and he looked around and dove under the corpse of a full grown dragon just as the sound of iron against steel showered the battlefield. The Legionaries , too engrossed with their frontal defense, failed to see the arrows until too late and while their armored protected most of their bodies, there were still enough to fit between the cracks and unprotected areas. A chorus of yells and screams erupted around him as hundreds of Legionaries fell to the ground, some dead, some dying. Immiedietly the ranks closed as the survivors rushed to fill in the ranks of the dead… too late. Akyla herself barrled into the front lines, knocking over two soldiers and slashing both through the throat in one quick sweep. Behind her came pouring the ranks of the Lightnings, the fabled group said to have consisted of the survivors of the Royal Guards. These dragons were clad not in mail but in full white plates. They punched through the lines and swiftly began to wreak havoc from behind, allowing the normal Wing soldiers to charge the front. With the Legionnes lines broken, the entire situation fell apart and the previously organized ranks fell apart into a massive ball of steel and blood. A figure stepped beside him, marching towards Akyla. Spyro looked up and caught the sight of a large blue dragon. "The Centurion from earlier." Spyro whispered as he pulled out a sword, pointed it at Akyla, and roared a challenge. The white clad dragoness immediately saw the challenge and pushed through two of her men, picking up speed before charging, throwing her blade over her shoulder in a devastating downward slice. Spyro looked back at the black dragoness. To his relief, she stood unscathed, the arrows having been blocked by the dragon beside her, who now lay motionless on the ground. She looked confused momentarily, shocked before throwing off her helm and kneeling beside the other recruit. A roar behind him made him look backwards in time to duck under the swing from a Legionary.

The dragon- Gryphon Spyro corrected himself as he caught site of a beak under the helmet, swung again, narrowly missing. "Hey stop! I'm not one of them!" Spyro cried out, backing away as fast as possible from a flurry of wild swings. The Gryphon screeched and used his wings to propel at the purple dragon, slicing his arm when he couldn't dodge fast enough. Spyro winced and realized that for now, it was either fight or die. He grabbed a sword from a fallen soldier and pointed it in front of him. The gryphon screeched again and raised the sword. A shower of blood splattered over Spyros face as the point of a spear exploded out of the gryphon's back. It cried out painfully and fell, chocking as blood filled his lungs. Akyla stood where he fell and silenced the creature with another thrust of her spear.

"Spyro! What are you doing, get out of here!" She frowned at him through her helmet. "Are you insane? You've got no armour or weapons!" Spyro glared at her. "Yeah, I wasn't quite expecting a full on battle happening ten minutes from my house either!" He looked around, the battle was still raging hard. The well trained Legionaries - though having lost half of their soldiers, still fought on, easily taking on two or even three militia at the same time. The Lightnings fared better, splitting into phalanxes and clashing head to head against the Legionnes formations. "Some training you've got going on here. You realize that the moment the Legionaries get overrun command will bomb this place to bits right?" Skyla grinned. "That's why we're making sure to take prisoners." She gestured around and Spyro could see that whenever a black clad soldier was overwhelmed, the militia would hurridly knock them out and drag away their bodies, well most of the time. Spyro grimaced as some without hesitation ran their swords through the exposed bellies of their foes. "The Dark Master will not care for the lives of his men." Akyla parried away a blow from a dragon and punched him across the face when he tried to throw a ball of earth at her before knocking him out cold with the hilt of her sword. Her armored escorts quickly surrounded the body, denying the enraged Legionaries the opportunity to rescue their fallen comrade.

"You're wrong, he didn't care for the lives of the brainless minions such as the grublins. He's a dragon and still cares for his kind." Spyro cocked his head, unsure of this new revelation but decided to mention it again when there weren't swords flying everywhere. Around them the battle seemed to be winding down. The last pockets of resistance either being captured or slain. Of the few hundred Legionaries Spyro had seen before the battle, there only seemed to be less than a score left still alive and uncaptured, huddled in a circle and surrounded on all sides. Akyla smirked. "We have them right where we want them." She looked at Spyro.

"Go home, I know you're not aligned with the Wings in any way, though it would be most beneficial if you were, if you stay here you'll be targeted by the Dark Master along with us." "We are going to retake the city one way or another and now that we have some of the best generals the Legionnes has, we've got enough leverage to make it happen." Spyro nodded and walked off, making sure to step around the numerous bodies. He shuddered at the sight of a Legionary's body, pincussioned by arrows. Behind him he listened as Akyla stepped before the remaining defenders. "Soldiers! There is no way for you to get the happy ending…" The rest of her words were jumbled as his hearing was drowned out by the kicking and screaming of prisoners being marched under guard up over the walls. He accidently bumped into a dragon. "Excuse me sir-"His eyes caught the icy glare of a dark blue dragon with a long set of scars trailing down his neck. He was pulling a tarp covered wagon behind him along with two escorts. The cage rattled slightly and Spyro assumed it carried more prisoners. The two dragons stared at each other and for a brief instant, their eyes reflected the mutual despise. He grinned sadistically. "Well if it isn't Smith Apprentice Spyro… How have you been?" Spyro kept his expression mutual. "No doubt better than you Rayze, it's been quite a long while since I had to steal food from the stalls like a rat." He narrowly dodged a swipe aimed for his throat. "Watch you're fucking tongue whelp, else ya might lose it."

He pulled out his single edged cleaver, smeared with blood and placed it under the purple dragon's chin. "Who knows, I might even do it now." Spyro stood unfazed and brushed aside the weapon. "And the moment you do Akyla will have your head." At the mention of the yellow dragoness Rayze's smug expression soured. He stood there silently glowering for a moment before sheathing his sword. Spyro smirked. "Aww, such a shame, your only chance of spilling actual dragon blood-gone." Spyro grinned smugly as Rayze's eyes widened briefly. "How did you… You know what, I don't have to deal with you filth, I've at least got a fucking good time to look forward too. He shook the cage roughly, causing a pained whimper from its occupant. "Come on boys, let's get 'er to the shack." He cackled and gave Spyro a rough shove. "Perhaps if ya decide to work for me I'll let ya in on the fun next time." "You can't take the prisoners Rayze." Spyro warned. "Akyla will not be happy. "Akyla can come to me about it later, maybe I'll even show her some… talent." He laughed and again shoved Spyro roughly into the ground before walking away, his escorts towing the cage away. Spyro shook himself, he'll see to it that Akyla hears about this tomorrow. He turned towards his own home. Still though… letting those thugs continue didn't settle well. Spyro looked back at them just rounding a corner out of sight. Spyro bit his lip but pulled his bag out from under his cape. From it he pulled out two steel gauntlets and snapped them onto his forearms before scampering to follow Rayze.

Cynder grumbled as another bump caused her head to bang against the rungs of the cages. Beside her, another captured recruit named Vlaide, a golden colored electricity dragoness moaned fitfully in her state of unconsciousness. Cynder herself had just woke up and had immediately tried to set fire to the tarp only to find her magic sapped by an enchanted chain around her neck. Her legs were chained together and her claws and tail blade were covered with thick canvas wraps. Outside she could blearily hear the scrambled noises of their captors exchanging heated words with another person before the cart began again. She fumed internally. "What had command said their mission was? To find a special dragon able to wield four elements… right." Now at least half of her chapter lay dead in some dirty road lined with shacks while another half remained captive.

Her chapter was been reinforced with some ten more, bringing the total amount of Legionaries on the battlefield today to around twelve hundred- of which at least half were dead. "At least Commander Corryn is still alive." She muttered. She had seen him get struck by a yellow dragoness in glossy white armor reminiscent to the ones usually seen donned by the iron Guard. She had probably once been in the elite order, having skillfully knocked out the Centurion in a flurry of accurate strikes and parries in a style that had rarely been seen after Warfang. The battle made her sick, having to kill another dragon for survival and watching as people she knew become pin cushions in the blink of an eye. She had been brought onto the chapter as a recruit to replace Raina, a water dragoness who had been killed during the siege of Nova Lumina. She was the only fatality in the company but her death couldn't have been more traumatic for Arryn, her mate. Ever since then, the normally fun loving fire dragon had grown cold and stoic. She shivered as she recalled how he brutally cut down four rebels before being swarmed and captured. The transformation from a normal easygoing civilian to a cold blooded killer infuriated and confused her to no end and was in her views one of the greatest tragedies that could ever happen.

Beside her the other dragoness grumbled and twitched. Cynder noticed this and gently shook her. Slowly, her eyes opened, blinking rapidly in the dim light.

"We lost didn't we?" She mumbled. "Yes, I'm afraid so." Cynder replied. "Who are you? I don't remember you in the fourth chapter."

"No, I'm from the second, I'm the new healer to replace Raina after she, you know." "Oh yeah, you're Cynder right? I'm Vlaide, newest inductee legionary for the Fourth Chapter of the Second Third Legionnes.

Cynder smiled. "Cynder, recruit healer of the second chapter, third Legionnes." Vlaide giggled. "I'm glad you're here Cynder, as strange as it sounds, at least I won't be alone as a prisoner."

"Oh no, we're not the only ones, almost half of us were captured. The others, well they uh, served Malefor with all they have and will be rewarded." Vlaide's expression turned stricken as she heard this. "Wait, we lost half our soldiers? In just one night?" Cynder nodded solemnly. "Cynder, you're from the second chapter, what happened to Arryn, my brother?" "Arryn lives, he should be in one of the other carts. Luckily for him I'm pretty sure he only suffered a flesh wound." Relief washed over Vlaide's face. "Good, he's a strong dragon. Another thing, do you know another recruit named Olyver?" He's a white air dragon who was also a recruit." "Olyver, the name sounded familiar…

"Cynder…" Cynder's eyes widened at the sight of the wounded dragon before her. "Am I ok?" Cynder shakily undid the straps to the armour of a brilliantly white scaled dragon. The shiny black armour he wore now stained with blood. The armour had stopped most of the arrows but there were still sever embedded into his lower back. "You seem alright, nothing vital was hit." Cynder sighed in relief and removed his helm, using her cape to wipe some blood leaking from the lips of the surprisingly handsome dragon. "Then why do I feel so weak?" His eyes focused on her momentarily before they rolled back. Why was he so weak? Cynder wondered. Nothing vital was ruptured… unless… She carefully flipped him onto his other side. There were no arrows here. She undid the buckles holding the armour for this side and pulled it away, her breath catching in her throat as she spotted a puny shard of metal, no doubt from some cannon fragment, lodged into the side of his chest. The dragon coughed, splattering blood against ground and groaned, looking at her with one half open eye. "I'm… I'm not okay am I?" He caught her horrified expression. "Please hold me, I feel cold." Cynder flipped him over onto his back and rested his head on her lap, cradling it in her arms. "What's wrong?" He whispered, closing his eyes. "You must have landed on a cannon fragment when you fell, it slid between your armour and has likely ruptured the side of your heart." She knew there was nothing she could do. Removing the shard would kill him instantly. "Val, find Val…" Cynder put her ear to catch her fleeting words. "Find her, tell him I couldn't keep her promise." He smiled and ran a claw against her cheek. "Tell her that Olyver died… that he…" The voice trailed off as his eyes lost focus. Cynder looked on in shock as she let the body go.

The cart stopped with a jolt. They must be at where the resistance keep their prisoners, some underground dungeon or something she assumed. The night outside was quiet, broken only by the shuffling of their captors and suppressed dialogue. Something wasn't right, where had the other prisoners been taken? Just a half hour ago they were in a steady convoy of prisoners being dragged or marched off. Now the moans and groans they made had all but vanished. The tarp was suddenly ripped off, and the light of a lantern blinded her vision, which had grown accustomed to staring at the darkness. The cage door opened with a creek and Cynder felt herself get dragged out, Vlaide not far behind her. The golden dragoness roared with fury at their captors but looked surprised and confused at their surroundings.

"You said we were with the rest of the prisoners." She hissed under her breath.

"We were! Why did we get separated?" They were shoved roughly through a door and into a small flat with another room connected by a door on the far side. "Welcome ladies…" Rayze stepped in front of them and grasped their chains.

"As you know, you are now our prisoners and as such, will behave like prisoners. He attached the chain to a post in the center of the room and locked it with a heavy lock. His two escorts exited. If you do not resist, you might just well survive your stay here, if fact, you might even find it quite… pleasurable." He cackled, circling the two dragonesses and trailing his tail against theirs. Cynder shivered, a sense of growing unease developing. She looked towards Vlaide and could see her own emotions reflect off her eyes. He stopped in front of the two and placed a claw under Vlaide's chin. My, you're definitely a pretty one, I will enjoy you a lot." Vlaide's eye's widened as she caught on to his intentions and thrashed, desperately trying to claw at him with her paw only for the canvas padding to bounce off harmlessly against his side. She opened her mouth to throw at him electricity but instead, only gave a low hiss and a few puny sparks.

Rayze's claws whipped forward and smacked the dragoness hard on the cheek, throwing her against the ground. Cynder watched, horrified as he ran his claws down her neck, leaving three thin trails of blood. "Yes, I will like you a lot…" "Cyn-Cynder, What Happened to Olyver?" Cynder snapped out of her stupor and locked eyes with her. "He died peacefully." She hated lying but the truth would hardly have helped. Vlaide's eyes closed for a moment as she let the fact settle before she opened them again, this time staring hard at Cynder.

"Cynder, please, tell Arryn that I died in battle, please don't tell him what happened here Cynder, at least let me keep by honor."

"What, what are you saying, we're going to get out of here Vlaide, you hear me?"? The dragoness smiled faintly as Rayze approached her again. As he got close she backed away, drawing him closer before abruptly twisting her neck and delivering a powerful head-butt again Rayze's abdomen. The dragon went down howling in pain and Vlaide grabbed the chain and twisted it around his neck. He raised his arms and attempted to impede the fatal maneuver, managing to rake his claws savagely down her neck again, causing her to screech but only pull harder on the chain. The door flew open as two guards rushed through and immediately charged them. Cynder's training kicked in as she struck out with her near immobilized tail, throwing one off balance before pouncing at him- when she was suddenly pulled back by the chain. The dragon snarled at her and struck out with his dagger, the blade whizzing by inches from her face. They both eyed each other when Vlaide screamed out. Cynder turned in shock as she saw The other dragon plunged his dagger deep into her back, causing her to let go of the chains .Rayze shot back up, stumbling and grasping his bloodied neck. He fumbled for his sword and with an enraged howl arched it in a savage blow over the dragoness's head. Cynder's eyes widened as blood splattered onto the walls. The wisps of horror clouded into her mind. Her opponent seized the opportunity to clumsily slash against her back with his blade before kicking her and holding her against the ground. Rayze slowly turned to her and his blood covered face shone again the firelight. "Kill her." He turned and pushed through the door, seeking aid for his wound. The two dragons looked at each other momentarily before shrugging and the other own approached, raising his dagger high above her head.

"Knock Knock Knock." The wooden door rasped three times. Making the dragons pause. "Get out of here!" The one over her grunted.

"It's a message from Commander Akyla." This made both dragons stop. The one standing whispered to his comrade. "Keep her quiet." Before he opened the door. "Bloody hell lad, how did ya know where we wer-"He stopped and looked down. A thin sword lay embedded in his heart. "You little fu…" Spyro yanked the sword out and the dragon collapsed, dead. The other dragon jumped up and looked for his sword. Spyro pulled at his sword and cursed when it refused to separate from the body. The other dragon had managed to grab a claymore laying against the wall. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into boy." The dragon grabbed a heavy claymore and rushed at him. Spyro easily sidestepped, letting the dragon embed his weapon into the ground. In the blink of an eye, he held up his arm and the gauntlet's outer case split into two part, revealing a mechanism. A knife sprung out and spun around to face forward, the blade clicking into place. In the blink of an eye, Spyro rolled under the larger dragon, sliding his blade deep through his abdomen. Immediately the dragon fell to the ground.

Spyro rushed over to Cynder, temporarily ignoring the corpse beside her. "Are you alright?" Her head turned to face him but she said nothing. Spyro noticed the blood on her back. "Shit, we need to get you treated. Spyro proclaimed and ripped off a piece of his cape before wrapping the clothe against the wound. Cynder squinted hard at this new dragon. He didn't appeared to be a threat, that fact was made obvious when he killed the attackers and began to dress her wounds. She turned her head only to catch sight of Vlaide's glazed over eyes. She felt like vomiting. Three dragons lay dead in the room and the last one… shit. "There one more." Spyro looked up. "What's that?" The door flew open and a non-too happy looking Rayze stood in the doorway, the lower portion of his neck covered in bandages. His face distorted at the sight of the purple dragon and without hesitation, rammed at him. Spyro backpedaled quickly and cursed as the slipped on the blood of one of the dragons. He hit the wall and was knocked clean through the thin mortar and into the street on the other side. He lay there gasping for breath when Rayze stumbled through the door.

"You just couldn't mind your own business huh?" He kicked away Spyro's gauntlet away and delivered a harsh blow to his stomach when he threw a wild swipe at his face. "Oof!" Spyro felt the wind knocked out of his lungs again. Rayze grabbed the purple dragon around the throat and threw him against the wall. "You little fucker! I'll kill you!" Spyro gasped as his vision grew hazy and he bearily spotted a dagger appear in the dragon's other hand. Suddenly, the blue dragon's grip slackened and he fell limply against the ground. Spyro dropped to the ground, chocking and gasping for air. Cynder stood above him holding the claymore from one of the dragons he had killed earlier. The blade was almost as tall as she was and carved a savage cut through Rayze's back, severing tissue, spine, and nerve. She winced as her own injuries caught up to her and dropped the heavy sword, clutching at her side, which ported a deep stab wound. "Come on, we need to leave." Spyro shakily stood up and helped her stand. Cynder wordlessly accepted the assistance and together they limped towards the door.

"Who is that?" Spyro gestured with his wing towards the dead legionary. Cynder gazed one last gaze at Vlaide's body and looked away. "You don't need to know." Spyro raised an eyebrow but didn't delve any deeper into the question. "Do you know him?" Cynder this time pointed to the dragon dead Wing Officer Spyro had just killed. Spyro nodded. "Who was he?" Spyro glared at the corpse as they stumbled out the door. "Nobody important."

The irony Spyro wondered, that of all the people he could be helping right now it was his sworn enemy. The dragoness next to him seemed to be quite withdrawn and Spyro couldn't blame her. She had probably lost a friend- or many for that matter when he remembered the countless Legionaries falling by arrows. They were almost near Hunter's Forge now. Throughout the night they had evaded patrols. Word had spread the some Legionary had escaped and murdered three Wings, one of them a recent officer and that whoever captured-no kills the fugitive be rewarded five hundred gold coins, a sum that Spyro figured would probably be greater than what a quarter of the city makes per year. The dragoness stopped momentarily as her makeshift bandage fell out of place. Spyro undid the cloth and ripped for her a new piece and tied it on as a replacement, careful to not press too hard onto the wound itself. When he was done he looked up to see the dragoness staring back at him, watching his every movement.

"Why are you helping me?" She asked matter-o-factly, catching Spyro off guard.

"Well so much for a thank you." Spyro snorted. Cynder ignored this comment.

"Well, why did you? You can easily collect that bounty for yourself and nobody would know what happened." Spyro thought about this.

Why exactly had he helped her? "I don't know…" He replied, his mind drawing a blank, noting how the Dragoness narrowed his eyes at him.

"I just… thought it was the right thing to do." He looked up, noticing the suspicion and tinge of surprise in the dragoness's look.

"Nobody would kill three dragons and go through the trouble of harboring their sworn enemy just because it's 'the right thing to do."

Spyro shrugged, I guess I just did, or maybe I did it because you helped me out earlier today, Cynder." He watched her suspicion turn into surprise. "You're…you're the dragon from earlier? The one that Corryn wanted to recruit?" Spyro nodded and showed her the virtually unnoticeable patches of green on the top of his head.

"Put on by you about eighteen hours ago."

Cynder cocked her head. "So you're on our side?"

Spyro shook his head. "I'm not on anybody's side. I just work with whatever I believe in." He watched Cynder debate with herself the validity of his statement. She looked at him, this time with less of the harsh distrust from before.

"I... I still don't entirely trust you."

"Well you're going to have to because I am the only dragon in this city stupid enough to help a Legionary." Cynder bit her lip but nodded.

"Fine, I'll give you the benefit of doubt." She said with a faint hint of relief in her voice.

"Good, Spyro nodded satisfied, now we can't trust one another if we don't know each other's names. What is your full name?" Cynder looked at him hesitantly but replied.

"Cynder… Cynder of Iron Heights." Spyro remembered Iron Heights, an industrial city under the shadow of Mount Boyzitbig. At its peak it was the home to some six hundred thousand dragons and produced forty percent of the metals in the former Dragon Empire. It had been one of the major cities that the Dark Master targeted and subsequently captured after a year-long siege costing the city a quarter of its population. It became the industrial capital of the Dark Armies and also the major training grounds for the recruits of the Legionnes. "

What's your name?" Cynder asked him.

"Spyro… my name is Spyro of Warfang." Cynder smiled for the first time he met her. "Thank you, Spyro, I owe you." Spyro smiled back. "No, you don't Cynder, it was just the right thing to do.