Yeah, Cain was lying. I'm not able to bring anyone's in this chapter, unfortunately.

He can, he just can't choose between all of you!

Is it that hard for you to just stay quiet?

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Thank you, On with chapter 11!

Disclaimer: I do not own Spyro or any of the copyrighted things i use, however i do own my and this story.

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Chapter 11: Rebuilding

Two months have passed since the attack on the elves village and the fall of Warfang, and things were looking up. Those who had been killed during those attacks were given burials and honored.

Blane and the group had returned to Warfang to find that it was already being rebuilt. They helped as much as they could and soon the city was more or less rebuilt.

The small group was honored as heroes and everyone wanted a chance to meet them. Spyro and Cynder, used to this happening, found a way out of the city and went on vacation. Sparx, obviously wanting the hero treatment, loved it and talked with everyone. Hunter, obviously not into the hero deal, left to go back to Avalar.

No one had seen Nguyen in a while and believed he'd gone on vacation as well. Blane and Talea, well, they never left each others side.

Today, they headed in the direction of the cemetery dedicated to those lost during the attack. They entered, but didn't look for anything. They just kept walking; they knew what they were looking for. When they stopped, they were standing in front of a rather large gravestone. On it was a picture of Blane's mother, Silena, and the words: Here lies Silena, a Brave Dragoness with a Kind Heart. Found during the Rebuilding of Warfang, may she find peace wherever she is now.

Blane put the flowers he was carrying in his maw in front of the gravestone as a tear fell from his eye. His mother had been found underneath a piece of the temple, protecting three newborn dragons from being crushed, not long after he'd returned. She was still alive, but they couldn't do anything to help her.

Flashback

Blane looked in horror as his mother was uncovered under a piece of the temple. He ran over to her mangled form, seeing her breaths coming in ragged gasps. A few moles came over and took the newborn dragons she'd been protecting under her wing, one staying to see if she could be helped. He looked back at Blane and shook his head in sorrow, a grim look on his face, before getting up and walking away.

Blane looked at Silena with tears falling from his eyes. She looked up at him and tried her best to smile.

"I'll be alright," She managed, her voice hiding her pain well, "your father will be waiting for me. I'll be watching over you, my little one."

Blane watched her take her last breaths, then she was gone. The group that had gathered bowed their heads in respect. Blane lay down next to his mother's form, preparing to take a vigil until the next dawn, despite the fact the sun was just rising on this day. Blane let out a mournful roar, before laying his head down to wait until the next day to move.

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A few more tears fell from Blane's face to the grass below him. Talea laid her head against his shoulder, tears falling from her eyes as well.

"Thanks for everything mom," Blane whispered, wishing she could hear him.

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Nguyen watched all this from not far away, knowing full well whose grave they were at. He'd paid his respects not long ago.

"Time to go back to training," He heard an ancient sounding voice say. He turned to see the flickering form of an ancient-looking, silverish-grey dragon with a black underbelly.

"Alright, Arcaein," Nguyen said, a slightly mournful tone in his voice, "but I need to know something."

"What is it?" Arcaein asked, his form still flickering.

"Why can you come back," He said, turning his head to look at his mother's gravestone, "but she can't?"

"Because she doesn't think she needs to. She knows you and your brother are strong enough to defeat Ragnarok on your own. I, however, don't think you're ready." Arcaein explained, turning his head to look as well.

"Let's go," Nguyen said, taking flight. Arcaein didn't move, just watched Silena's grave for a few more moments.

"Why, Silena, didn't you tell them when you had the chance?" He said, shaking his head before he faded.

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Blane heard someone taking off and turned his head to see Nguyen flying away. He saw something near his brother, the flickering form of an old silverish-grey dragon.

Nguyen, I hope you know what you're doing, Blane thought as he watched his brother fly away.

They then began to leave the cemetery, not noticing the flickering form of Silena watching them walk away, a look of sadness on her face.

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Blane and Talea walked through Warfang, noticing the differences in the attitudes and appearances of the residents: children no longer played outside, the elves that had relocated to Warfang carried their weapons everywhere they went, and people got into more arguments than usual.

"People are starting to say that we'll lose this war," Blane said in defeat, shaking his head as they walked, "maybe they're right."

"No, they're not," Talea disagreed, looking over at him, "we need to show them that we will win."

"How can we do that?" Blane asked her, "Half of our group has disappeared and we only know where Hunter is, god knows where Spyro and Cynder are, let alone my brother. I saw him fly away from the cemetery; he didn't even say where he was going."

"You can't lose hope either," She told him, "If you do, then even more people will."

Blane sighed and stayed silent as they kept walking, not really going anywhere in particular. They kept walking until they found themselves in the town square, a huge golden statue of them, Hunter, Spyro, Cynder, Nguyen, and even Sparx.

"And let's not forget the fact that we can't get a moment of peace," He added, the two of them walking back the way they came before they were noticed.

"Maybe we should go on vacation, too?" Talea said.

"You know we can't," Blane told her, shaking his head again, "we're the best defense Warfang has until the Guardians get back from the White Isle."

"I know," She said, "but we don't have to go very far or be gone very long; c'mon it'll do us both some good."

"You know that I want us to have some alone time, too," Blane said, turning his head to look at her, his brown and crimson eyes looking at her closely, "but until the Guardians return-"

Just then a loud horn erupted from somewhere on the wall and a mole shouted, "Dragons approaching!"

Blane and Talea took off towards the wall, their conversation forgotten.

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Well, Cain promised that he'll back off for a bit so, I'm just gonna end this chapter! One more thing, though, I NEED REVIEWS! That is all.