A/N: I thought it was about time release the next chapter. Constructive criticism still welcome.

"Le sens commun n'est pas si commun."

—Voltaire

Chapter 2

Voyage à la ville de Dargons

It's been a day since the two dragons have met each other. The two were spending their time in the cave, Fynir was reading the books on the shelves. Glint just watched Fynir curiously, he was thinking, thinking about the next step... "Hey Fynir?"

The red dragon simply grunted in response, Glint continued. "Do you know anything about the city?"

"City?" Fynir looked up, fixing his gaze on Glint who just waited for him to answer. "You mean... Warfang? Yeah, I know about that place, never found it though... Heard stories that it was the last known dragon city left standing during the war. I thought it might have been destroyed, annihilated, by Malefor. Why ask?"

"I think I found it."

"You did? Where? When?"

"Near a forest, west of here, kind of close to Twilight... Falls? I believe that's what its called." Glint walked over to a shelf and tugged a book out lightly before plopping it on the ground. Turning pages until he found what he was looking for. "Yep, Twilight Falls."

"We have to go there!"

"Why?"

"I've been told to go there if the village was attacked, I never found it due to my... Wing." He moved his damaged wing once, before looking down gloomily.

"Your wing. What happened to it?"

"It's a long story..."

"I have all the time in the world friend."

"I'll tell you, later though. Perhaps when we get to the city?"

"Can we not go to the city yet? I have some things to solve before I leave. Besides this is my home." Glint got up and walked towards the deeper parts of the cave. Fynir followed him curiously. After a couple of moments he heard some talking, followed by hissing.

"Fynir, I believe you've never seen Vipek before," Glint said, peeking out of a corner.

"Vipek?" Fynir raised a brow, questioning Glint.

"My companion, a snake," he replied.

"You have a pet snake? Why?"

"Companion..." Glint said again, "It's for company, besides he was in this cave for a long time. Ever since I was here actually. Maybe even longer. Problem?"

"None at all actually," the snake suddenly got off of Glint and slithered to a corner, disappearing.

"Fynir, Can you tell me about us, dragons?" Glint asked, he seemed very interested in learning about it.

"Um, okay. I thought you were educated about our society but apparently not. Not that it's a bad thing..." Fynir said, he tapped his head briefly thinking of where to start. "I think it's best to start with the basics." He paused, preparing for the large amount of information he was going to give. "Alright, so our capital is located in Warfang. Why? Well, it was in the center of the dragon nation and its settlements. It made the perfect spot for a capital. Our nation was large and prideful, unfortunately, due to Malefor it was decimated and all, I mean all, known settlements were destroyed by him except Warfang. You got that down?" Glint nodded quickly, eager to learn more.

"Next, the war... Malefor, I was told he wasn't like the monster he became. I was told he was a special dragon destined to do great things... I guess they were wrong. Basically, how the war started was that Malefor became the monster he was and started to kill off his own kind. Mass genocide, quite horrific if you ask me. Malefor had The Terror of the Skies, Cynder, and he had Gaul the ape king. It made him pretty much impossible to defeat. That, and he the fact he's a purple dragon. Luckily, we have our savior, another purple dragon that I do not know the name of. In short, he defeated the Dark Master, Gaul, and literally patched the world back together, don't forget about Cynder ether, she helped, I've seen them once... That's the war in an abridged version for ya," Fynir took a deep breath, the vast amount of words he spoken within the last few minutes had taken his breath.

Glint noticed his condition, "I think that's enough for now," he said, giving the red dragon a much deserved rest.

"Thanks. I was hoping not to say more," Fynir replied, giving the white dragon a small grin.

Glint smiled in return, "I'm going deeper in the cave, if you want to tag along..." He didn't have to say anymore, Fynir enthusiastically nodded at him before Glint resumed his path towards the deeper parts of the cave. More specifically, the pool.

The two had a small conversation going as they walked, Glint, being the one who didn't communicate with any other dragon before he met Fynir asked questions, to which Fynir would reply unless it was of something he didn't know.

When they reached the pool, Fynir was the first to notice it. "Hey! What's that?" He asked curiously as he walked towards it.

"A pool, don't look into it, and don't go into it," Glint answered sternly, causing Fynir to stop dead in his tracks. "I will guarantee you that you will most likely perish from its awe-inspiring powers. That I, Glint, can only use!" He said with humorous as his stern expression changed to one of a joking, light-hearted manner to brake the sternness of the atmosphere.

"Very funny," Fynir said chuckling, as he got the act. "But your serious about the no looking or going into it part right?"

Glint nodded, "Yeah just don't. Weird things happen, things that I cannot explain."

"Noted," replied Fynir. The two went silent for a moment. "Why are we here?"

"I'm seeking answers. Answers to something that I need to know." Glint said, walking over to a shelf.

"Which is?"

Glint picked a book of the shelf, he turned his gaze Fynir after opening the book. "I know you can't teach me everything about our kind, so I'll seek some answers in a book instead. They've been my only source of knowledge since I hatched. If not, I wouldn't be able to speak right now, I would be a feral, something to be forgotten."

"Oh, I see. Sorry for asking."

"No harm done actually. I think you'll understand my very complex and the completely mature, immature; personality in the future," Glint replied with a causal tone, yet his eyes showed humor.

Fynir caught on. "And I think you'll understand my oh, so complex personality too," he said, smirking. The two burst out laughing as they struggled to prevent themselves from hitting any nearby object and potentially breaking it. They stopped within moments. Glint and Fynir remained silent as they contemplated on what to do. Glint remembered what he was here for and simply walked to the pool and peered into it again before returning his gaze to Fynir. "The pool, I'm going to peer in it. Stop me if anything happens."

"What?! That contradicts what you just told me not to do! And now, you're doing it yourself!" Fynir said, raising his voice to the point of yelling.

Glint just shook his head, "I know, but just trust me on this one." He didn't let Fynir say another word as he immediately redirected his gaze to the pool's water.

Suddenly Glint felt disconnected as he peered in, the clear, glistening water disappeared and was replaced with a dark, endless abyss. A void of nothing. This was not right... The atmosphere felt cold, malicious and furious. He walked around, not freighted quite yet. He felt the presence of something... something hostile.

"I see you..." A disembodied voice said, it emitted the same feelings the atmosphere did. "You can not run from your reckoning. You search this pool for knowledge. Knowledge that about your element, your family. It's knowledge that you can't find... It's all in vain!" The voice boomed. The dark void suddenly became an image. It was distorted at first, but soon revealed dragons and moles. All in a city. Was that city... Warfang? "You may have been a coward for hiding in that protected cave of yours. But, now your vulnerable, I seek to end your lineage, dragon. Prepare! For my wrath will be quick and unmerciful. Those who are protecting you now have limited use. They can't delay the inevitable." From what Glint has gathered, this entity is definitely malevolent. But why is it seeking him though?

His questions were answered. "You are guilty of many things dragon. Your existence is one of the many charges against you. The light dragons will be removed from this realm... But first, you will bring me to him! The Savior of the Realms must pay for his deeds!" Suddenly a loud roar was heard. Glint was frightened but he kept everything that could show that in check. His expression remained emotionless. His body showed no sign of fear. To show fear is to show weakness to one who seems to feed out of fear, that weakness.

Red eyes pierced the image, staring right at Glint. He thought they were penetrating his very soul. Trying to find the slightest hint of fear. "I see you..." The atmosphere became cold, very cold. The malicious feeling boiled up into something far worse... "Your sentence is coming!" He saw something leap at him and the entire vision collapsed. Glint was thrown out of the subconscious zone.

He opened his eyes to find his vision focused on the floor, panting heavily, his vision was slightly blurry. He looked around briefly and saw Fynir was already by his side. His eyes held concern.

"I pulled you away from that pool! You were muttering strange things and when you started to freak out. That's when I pulled you away! You okay?"

Glint was silent for a moment, blinking repeatedly while trying to comprehend what he saw. He answered after shortly after. "Yeah, I just had the most unpleasant vision, dream, whatever..."

"Talking, it could help you know..."

"I'd rather not. Lets call it a day. I'm tired and I need to reflect on what happened," Fynir didn't object as he followed Glint, who had already begun his way back to the entrance, or "home" area of the cave.

When the two reached the area, Glint was the first to sleep. Fynir decided to stay awake a bit longer. What could have happened to cause his friend to be like that? He knew Glint was a dragon who didn't convey or show his emotions if he wanted to. He was great at concealing it actually. That much he could tell, for the first day he's known him. He pondered on what Glint could have experienced, thinking long and hard, he couldn't be sure. Fynir looked outside he saw more bright flashes, apparently that celebration was still going on. He sighed, hoping, that one day, he would be inside Warfang. Experiencing the "city life", if it was even glorious as it seemed.

He decided to ask Glint if they could move to Warfang tomorrow, though, as he too, felt tired. Fynir yawned before laying down on separate pile of leaves that Glint gathered for him. He closed his eyes, hoping that his request would be granted.

The next morning Fynir found himself sprawled out on the floor. He opened his eyes once before closing them. After a few moments he groaned and got up before stretching. Glint was already awake apparently, he was sitting on his haunches by the entrance of the cave. Staring out almost absentmindedly. Fynir considered asking Glint now, he concluded it be best to wait till later. Fynir advanced up to Glint and sat next to him. Glint made no reaction to his action. "What are doing?" Fynir asked.

"Thinking..."

"About what?"

"That vision..."

"Oh, what about it?"

"We should move to Warfang, but it's hard for me to do so. This is my home, can you imagine leaving someplace you've lived in all your life?" Glint said, he turned his head. "It's not easy, I never strayed too far from my home."

Fynir nodded, "I understand, but what does the vision have to do with that?" He asked.

"Well, you see I'm conflicted."

"About what?" Fynir watched as Glint sighed.

"Something is hunting me, I want to go to Warfang to seek shelter. But, there's a problem with that too. The purple dragon is the Savior of the Relams correct?" Fynir nodded as Glint scrunched his eyes up, before suddenly raising his paw. He pounded the floor beside him once, letting out a cry of frustration. "There's the problem, If I go to Warfang. I risk bring danger to our Savior."

Fynir didn't speak, he too couldn't solve Glint's dilemma ether. Instead, both dragons were greeted with the silence from the cave and the illumination the rising sun had to offer on the crisp autumn leaves that were present on the trees around the landscape of the front of the cave.

The two stayed silent as they watched the sun rise. It's rays started to reflect on both dragons scales as it peeked over the trees. The two glanced at each other before nodding. No words were exchanged, but the decision was made. The journey to Warfang will begin today. The two ran into the cave, Glint already knew what he was taking. Nothing. Fynir although, had no idea what to take and ended up with nothing too. The cave wasn't going to collapse or cave-in, so trips back wouldn't hurt.

When the two were ready they stood by the entrance. The sun rose even further as they stood. Glint looked down as he noticed some low hissing from Vipek. "Stay. I will come for you later Vipek, for now, just do what you want." Fynir waited until the two were done conversing. When they did finish, he asked Glint if they could get moving. To which, he agreed to. The two decided to travel by foot, considering the city wasn't far. As they traveled they would come across things that would normally start a small conversation or two. It didn't hinder their progress though, in fact they've made decent progress. It wasn't long before the sun dawned, the two made a small fire by cliff with a great overview of the land below it.

The crickets chirped in soothing symphony, it was followed by a cheerful tweet or two by nearby birds, or perhaps a loud hoot from an owl. All-in-all it made a great orchestra for the night, the two dragons didn't think much of it though. Their thoughts dwelled on Warfang instead. What will be the city like?

Glint thoughts drifted to his vision. It bothered him, Who was the voice? A remnant of Malefor's dark corruption? He knew dwelling on it too much wouldn't help. So he considered it be best to only focus on what needed his attention. The city, they were only a day's journey away from it. Glint was nervous though, he knew there would be crowds, crowds filled with dragons, moles, and possibly, visiting cheetahs. All these races, they all had a role in the war against Malefor from the beginning. They might recognize Glint as a light dragon, something pure that perished during the war. Once recognized he would be receiving a lot of publicity, something he wasn't going to be fond of.

He remembered reading about the temple, it was used to teach future generations of dragons. Handled by the four guardians, as well as the other countless guardians had perished during the war. Since then, only four elements remained. Fire, Ice, Electricity, and Earth. That was the place he'd have to go to. Perhaps, that's what his protectors want him to do? The white dragon let his thoughts continue drifting, drifting until he fell asleep as Fynir did.

Every day, every night, the dragon would wait, wait for until the weakling "Glint" as he was called, to lead him to the purple whelp, Spyro. His patience was running thin, perhaps it was nigh time to send a small example of his power. The dragon eyes scanned the area around him, debris laid everywhere. Weapons, armor and other material lay around him. The place reeked with a foul odor that seemed to be coming from everywhere. Not that it bothered him, the place was, and still is, after all, a battlefield.

Skeletons of dragons simply laid there, untouched by the war after they've died. Nicks and scratches covered most of those skeletons, they are the impacts that caused them death. The wind wasn't present, just the simple howling of wolves. He walked towards the closest group of skeletons. His features showed no emotion, his red eyes, pierced the skeleton. He simply raised a paw and suddenly a wisp of dark, beam like aura of darkness surrounded the skeletons.

For a moment nothing happened, until aura gave away and shadows, covered by a smoky black-like substance, rose. The dragon stared at them, he gave them specific orders without speaking. Orders to test "Glint" in combat. He had to study his opponents weaknesses, and strengths as of now. The dragon walked to a small puddle as the shadows disappeared. The image on the puddle revealed a dragon that looked similar to the beings he spawned. Except his form, his structure was concealed by the darkness. The dragon looked at the direction of where Glint was, as if he knew exactly where the white dragon was. His blood-red eyes burned with malice, his retribution will come and so will Spyros...

"Danger! A threat is near! Run child!" Glint immediately awoke with a small jolt as the feminine voice interrupted his peaceful rest. He looked around quickly before waking Fynir. Who lifted his head up briefly after, he gave the white dragon a look of question.

"What's the matter?" Fynir asked, seeing the urgency laced on Glint's features.

"We have to go. Now!" Glint said, he looked around before readying his wings. "We're getting to Warfang! Short breaks between intervals! Got it?" Glint took to the air not waiting for a reply.

"Wait! I can't fly! Remember?" Fynir said stopping Glint, who suddenly looked frustrated. He muttered something inaudible before looking below them, a flock of birds flown out of the nearby woods, obviously disturbed by something. His eyes focused on Fynir, he gave him a hardened gaze filled with sternness.

"Warfang is about a days trip right now because we are taking a detour that will hopefully throw whoever is after us, off our trail. If we flew. It'd be longer than walking. " Glint stated as landed on the ground, he tapped his claws impatiently. "Follow me though," he suddenly took to the air again. "I'll take air, you take ground." The two began making their way to Warfang.

"Ok, so what's the problem? What are we running from?" Fynir said as he followed Glint by foot. Who was just several meters off the ground, he was glad there wasn't much trees, otherwise, he would have ran face first into one without realizing it until the last moment. Not that it would be his first time doing so.

"I don't know, a threat. That is all."

"Great..." Fynir replied sarcastically, "Can we kill it?"

"'It'? I think it's more like 'them'. But to answer your question, I don't know. Perhaps, perhaps not."

The two moved on for hours, it wasn't until noon they decided to stop. They decided it be best for the both of them to hunt together. It was safer that way, whatever was hunting them was would be smart enough to attack them while singled out.

"Spotted one!" Fynir alerted Glint, who looked towards the target.

"I got this." He said as he crept up to the their target, a deer. This time, there wasn't going to be something stealing his prey. Fynir watched as Glin silently managed to get behind the deer. He suddenly leapt, latching on the deers throat with his claws. The deer kicked wildly trying to shake Glint off. Instead, Glint bit into the deers neck, ripping its vein. The deer stumbled and Glint released his grip. It fell to the ground, Fynir licked his lips in anticipation as the thought of food made his primal instincts go overdrive, he was starving and so was Glint, who seemed to be saying something inaudible to the deer. He closed the deers eyes with his paw, before grinning at Fynir. "We've got dinner."

Fynir shook his head disapprovingly though, "Seriously? I mean, did you have to kill it the harder way?" Things could have gone faster if he simply cut the deer's vain with their claws, instead of using the traditional archaic hunting method.

"Yes," Glint replied simply.

Fynir sighed, "Whatever. I don't care anymore. Just as long we have food."

The two took the deer back to the fire and consumed it quickly. They were unconcerned with their threat. As they thought it would be far behind. At least they were for the time being. The two slept for a few hours before continuing, as they were in a rush. It was night. Visual conditions were bad as it was pitch black, they could only see five feet in front. It would be hard to spot threats as the moonlight would be the only thing illuminating the path. Glint wasn't concerned, only Fynir was. He always checked his surroundings, listening for any sound out-of-the-usual. Although he made small checks by using his element to locate anything that doesn't match the light sources made naturally. Not the best detection method, but it still worked. So far, nothing. Yet the two dragons remained tense, uneasy. How close is this threat? Is it waiting? Watching them until they let their guard down before striking?

"Do not fear them child," the familiar feminine voice said in Glint's head. Somehow, it relaxed him, making him let go of any fears or doubts he had. Several several blood-curdling roars were heard around them, it was enough to make both dragons scales tingle with fear. Within a moment shadows leapt out of the foliage around them, only visible though their eyes, which were red. Glint used his element to light up the area so they could get a visual. The shadows surrounded the two, they began to take the shape of dragons, some were horridly disfigured despite not being made of any flesh. While some, had armor that hid their faces. One snorted at them aggressively.

"What are they?" Fynir asked, his eyes switching between the few that were in front of him. He was scared, these creatures were of not of a natural origin. Therefore, leading up to a conclusion that something evil was hunting them, something powerful enough to conjure these beings.

"Shadows of the past," Glint answered. "We're outnumbered, let them strike first," he let out a relaxed breath.

"Shouldn't that be vice-versa?"

"Trust me on this."

The shadow dragons began by attacking them together, working in a coordinated fashion. The two dragons reacted by defending themselves, blocking, dodging or counter-attacking when the opportunity presents its self. "These guys aren't simple-minded grunts!" Fynir shouted over the conflict, "They're actually working as a team!"

"That's the best observation you've made so far detective," Glint said sarcastically, before blocking a stab aimed for his chest. He slashed the shadows face, causing it to distort and reanimate.

"It seems we can't hurt them." Fynir stated, after he too, did the same.

"Maybe," Glint summoned his element, charging his maw. Once he reached full power he let out a snarl before blasting two shadows with the beam of light. It ripped right past them within a blur, they disappeared letting out a ghostly howl. "Or maybe we can." Glint noticed Fynir taking on three at once. He pitched in, charging his paws with light before charging. He brought them down at the nearest one causing to disappear like its previous comrades. Fynir muttered a quick thanks before letting Glint handle the rest. To which he did without a second thought. More came from the woods, the two noticed this and prepared themselves for the second wave.

"Tactical retreat?" Glint asked, "there's too much."

"Yep!" Replied Fynir as he took off, Glint followed suit, the two sped towards their original objective. Warfang. Not surprisingly, the shadows followed them. Glint took the liberty of labeling them as 'Shades'. With the shades in hot pursuit, the two rushed to Warfang. Every time the two looked back the shades were still in pursuit. It was obvious that they weren't going to give up and disengage. When they reached a clearing Glint took to the air, Fynir followed the white dragon on foot. Warfang was in sight, the city was large and magnificent. There was no time to admire it right now, they have problems on their tail.

"Captain! Captain! I've got visuals on two dragons!" A dragon said, rushing up to his superior. Startling him.

"Private Salk? Is this true? Your not pulling my leg here are you?" The older dragon said with a sigh, he returned to his relaxed position.

"I'm not sir!" Replied the private, he was very tense. The captain stared at the private, studying him closely. He spoke up after a moment.

"Okay, what are you waiting for?! Go greet them!"

"Sir, there's a problem with that."

"Which is?" At the moment the captain was already losing his patience.

"They're being chased by unknown hostiles." The captain blinked, hostiles? That statement. It wasn't something he didn't expect.

"Show me."

Glint landed in front of the city gates, he saw Fynir stop at the gates, skidding as he almost face-planted on it. The shades closed in, ready to kill the two. Fynir shouted up the walls, "Open the gates! Open the gates for ancestors sake!" The shades landed, the largest one made a menacing snarl. They surrounded the two, each coordinating attacks once again. This of course didn't dissuade Glint from taking on three, especially the largest one. Fynir took on two, covering Glints rear. One of the shades disappeared, the second shot out a large portion of shadow blinding Fynir and making it hard for him to breathe.

He countered with swiftly by shooting three blind fireballs towards the shades direction before preparing for the one that disappeared. Glint watched as the largest one charged him almost recklessly, the other two started to flank him. Trying to catch him by the sides. He immediately dodged left at the last second to avoid the large shade's devastating charge. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw one shade leap from his left as a response. He countered by blasting it with a beam of light.

Unfortunately he failed to notice the third one, which extended its misty-like claws, ready to gouge the white dragon's side. He turned around in the last second, only to see it blasted to the ground by a fireball. The shade got up and hissed, unhurt, but angry. Glint nodded at Fynir as a quick thanks.

Glint than charged his claws with light and went out on the offensive. Fynir noticed this and reacted by doing the same. Except by comet dashing, which was followed large amounts of fireballs. While in the midst of combat, the two heard loud war-crys. Suddenly four armored dragons landed around the two. Forming a protective circle.

"Spawns of darkness! Begone!" The one who seemed to be in charge yelled before engaging the largest shade. His inferiors targeted the others. Glint supported the leader keeping the large shade busy while repeatedly striking it with beams of light meant for harassment. "Privates! Remember your training!" The leader shouted as he jabbed at the large shade with his sharp multi-bladed, serrated, tail.

"Aye sir!" The privates responded as they fought. Fynir felt his confidence rise, the leader of this small group was definitely a natural. He let out a torrent of fire at the shade in front of him.

"The names Captain Currahee young dragon, yours?" The leader called Currahee apparently said as he fought the shade.

"Glint. Pleased to have your assistance captain."

"Aren't they all?" The captain said with a chuckle, Glint found it strange for the captain to be humorous and still fight in a serious engagement. Nevertheless, It was a comforting factor.

"Watch your left!" A random private shouted to Fynir who dodged a stabbing maneuver made by a shade.

"These things, do they get harmed by anything? Physical strikes seem have no effect. Elemental: slightly," one private asked as he raked one shade's face with his claws, causing it to recoil and hiss.

"Physical strikes are a definite no for you guys. Not me though, but I know a faster method." Glint said before smirking, he was thinking of a fury. He knew they couldn't prolong the battle anymore, he was getting weary and the others will sooner or later. But miraculously, the Shades began backing off, growling, before losing their form. They dissipated and disappeared. "That was... surprising." Glint said, as Fynir and the other dragons came up behind the captain. One of the solders handed Glint and Fynir a green crystal, along with a red one. They broke it, feeling their energy restored and any wounds they obtained were healed as if nothing happened.

Currahee smiled, "You did good, now, lets bring you and your friend to the temple," He didn't have to issue a command to the privates as they already began to escort the two into the city. The gates opened slowly, when it was completely open they continued. Captain Currahee went up ahead to inform the Guardians. The city was bristling with activity, the entire city felt like a large beacon of city life. Moles, Dragons, Cheetahs, all of them moved about doing business, or getting somewhere. Once they came into the center of the city, they could see merchants, selling food, tools, household items, and all kinds of various things. This place was the busiest section, if not the largest. They were three-fourths of the way there until a conversation began, the four dragons didn't talk since they got in.

"That was some fine fighting you two." The private on the left said.

Fynir raised a brow. "Thanks? But why bother complimenting?" He asked curiously.

"Just trying to make conversation. Names Opji, Private Opji."

The other guard spoke up having made up his mind to join in. "I'm Private Salk."

"Otherwise known as the rookie." Opji added flatly, "he joined a couple of weeks back." Opji noticed Salk slightly shrink from embarrassment but he acted as if this was something he wouldn't care about. This was probably common for him to do if he acted like that. Glint observed the conversation causally, he didn't have anything to say at the point.

Fynir smiled graciously, "Rookie? You fought well for one." He said complementing the now prideful private who took on a more appropriate stance to fit his mood. Glowing with pride, he puffed out his chest.

"Heh, I guess I did." He said brightly.

"Still a rookie." Opji replied, destroying Salk's pride, causing him to falter

"Oh come on! Don't ruin the moment." Fynir said, responding to how Opji just brushed off Salk's accomplishments despite their minority. No one got a chance to reply as they reached the temple. In the front was the garden area, filled with various bushes, flowers trees, and exotics. Behind the garden was the temple, made of marble, and stone. Which was carved by the most talented moles, leaving behind an impressive structure. There were benches around the temple, right in the middle was a fountain.

The dragons went inside, both Fynir and Glint marveled at the place before them, it was greater than they had expected it to be. Opji wasn't surprised by their reactions, all newcomers who see the temple always acted like that. Even he did. Salk, too, could relate to Opji's reaction.

The two privates told the young dragons to wait by the fountain. They checking if the Guardians were ready to speak with the two. Glint watched as the two disappeared around the corner. "So, what do you think?" Fynir asked, Glint faced him.

"It's so much more than I imagined it to be. Breathtaking really."

"What now? We made it here. What is there to do?"

"Settle in obviously." Glint replied quickly, rolling his eyes.

Fynir shifted in embarrassment, he asked a rather stupid question. "Oh, right..."

"There many things we can do, exploring, finding partners, making friends, training, reading, pranks, resting, or simply relaxation. I don't know about you, but pranks, resting and relaxing sounds good as of right now." Glint said, he stretched his wings and lifted himself of the ground for a couple of second before landing.

Fynir contemplated on what the white dragon said. "Resting sounds good as of now. Making friends? Later."

"Heh, perhaps. But it will be inevitable to make one, if not some." Glint remarked. He turned his head, hearing commotion from the area which the two privates left to. Fynir looked at Glint his eyes asked whether or not they should check it out. Glint nodded, and so, the two went down the same way the privates did. Tracking the sounds the commotion made to its source. They eventually reached two doors, both lead to the same room, talking was evident in the room. The two guessed this was a meeting room of sorts.

"Should we go in?" Fynir whispered to Glint quietly.

He took a few moments to think about it. The Guardians are in there, so are the privates, who else? Currahee was most likely in there. Might as well he supposed, "Sure, I hope they won't mind..." Glint pushed the doors open, there was a window which the sunlight went through and blinded Glint at first. He adjusted his eyes and saw who, and what, was before him. There where the three Guardians, he noticed the yellow one had a very elated expression, his green comrade, however showed a more stern interest. The bluish, white one seemed slightly curious about Glint, his eyes darted to the three younger dragons to the far left of the Guardians. One had purple scales, his companion had black ones, the one to the right of the black one had yellow scales. Two females, one male.

The purple one smiled amiably, the black dragoness, she simply stared at Glint as if she recognized him. The yellow one, her eyes were on Fynir's damaged wing, suddenly Glint's eyes met hers as she maneuvered them to Glint himself. She looked away timidly. Glint refocused his attention to the Guardians before him as he heard one clear his throat. "The new arrivals?" The white, bluish one said with slight disappointment, he had hoped for a dragon with the same element as his.

"You seem to be disappointed Cyril." The green one said to the one now identified as Cyril. His baritone voice echoed lightly in the meeting room, which was just a round chamber.

"What!? No it's just that-" Cyril started.

"He is merely marveling on the white one." The yellow one said, cutting off Cyril, who seemed to upset. "His element evanescenced during the war, it's fascinating how he endured, absolutely astounding. Inform me young one, where did you find refuge in? How did retain intelligence throughout the war? You appear to be literate, did you self-educate your self then?"

Glint didn't like to be bombarded with questions, it made him feel like a psychologist was interviewing him. "Well... I lived in cave, and I did teach myself to read, however much that can help now." This only seemed to partially satisfy the yellow one's curiosity as he opened his mouth once again.

"What about-"

"Volteer, you can ask the young dragon questions later, for now. We must decide what to do with the two. Names, young ones?" Terrador said.

"Glint."

"Fynir."

"The meeting will now be dismissed, I apologize for the abruptness, but we are quite busy as of right now." Terrador explained, "Spyro, Cynder, Aurea, please accompany them to their rooms."

Spyro immediately walked up to the two dragons before turning his gaze to Terrador, "Yes sir." As the Guardians left the room, they were followed by the guards. Glint couldn't help but watch until they were out of sight.

"I'm sorry, I can't help but to feel as I seen you before." Cynder said to Glint, she seemed a bit frustrated. It was probably related to her question.

Glint shook his head, "I don't think so, I've never seen you, or anyone who looks similar to you before."

"I guess your right," Cynder replied, "maybe a relative?" She asked.

"Maybe."

The dragons spent their time greeting each other. The only one who really didn't play 'meet and greet' was Aurea. This compelled Glint to at least try. He walked up to her, letting Spyro and Cynder take up a conversation with Fynir. "Hello, I'm Glint as you already know." Her topaz eyes were glued to the floor, unresponsive. Glint took the time to take in the features of the dragoness. Her wing membrane had a bright golden hue, there are streaks of grey on her wing. Her tail, though hardly visible as it was hidden behind her petite structure, was similar to Volteer's. Aurea's white chest, and belly, was what really stood out in the shadowed corner she stood on.

Aurea seemed very nervous, her eyes were not maintaining direct contact with Glint's, further proving his rising suspicions about her personality. "Hi..."

"There's no need to be shy, I don't bite." Glint said assuringly. He smiled to prove this. Glint could see a small smile forming across her muzzle, although it halted. If he just continued this for a bit more. Although it'd be hard, from what he could guess, she's a very timid one. It's going to be some time before he would crack her 'shell'. He made that one of his long-term objectives. "Can you tell me your name? Please?"

"Aurea..." She stated in reply, yet it seemed as if she wanted to say something else. "Um, Glint? Can I ask you a question?"

"Ask anything."

"What happened to your friends wing?"

"Fynir? I don't know, he said he would tell me soon. If I can share that information with you..."

"I understand." Aurea's eyes stayed glued to the floor, yet that hope for Glint to make her smile was still there.

"Hey! You two ready?" Spyro called out, and... to make her smile now, the chance was gone. Glint sighed inwardly, maybe next time. He beckoned for Aurea to follow. She did. They made their way to the hallways. The four dragons stopped between two doors.

"Here's your rooms. I'll let you two take sides," Spyro said gesturing to the two rooms.

"I call left!" Fynir said bolting into the room, disappearing as he closed his door with a loud slam.

"Right," Glint said simply, ignoring his Fynir's enthusiasm. He opened the door and watched as Spyro and Cynder depart, chatting. Aurea stayed behind. Her gaze was on Glint. He met her gaze and smiled, "I guess I'll see you later." Glint yawned, he just realized it was night, no wonder how it was so quiet in the normally rambunctious city.

"Night. I-I would like to know you more Glint." She said, giving him a small smile before walking away.

Glint closed the door triumphantly, "YES!" He shouted gleefully, he started jumping around like a small child. Soon he took a minute to calm down. Once done, he inspected his room. A bed, a bookshelf, a nightstand, the floor tiling was just simple wooden planks, the wall had a standard coloring of brown. It was more than he would have needed, but as of now Glint didn't care. He hopped on his bed, not really caring about how he was positioned and fell asleep almost instantly as he was weary from the trip.

A/N: I would like to know if i am keeping canon characters, in-character. Also, there's a reference in this chapter. Whoever finds it gets... a cyber cookie, why not?

To DarknessOversoul & Unit Omicron: Am I still to heavy on imagery?