A/N: Decided to release the next chapter, I've kept everyone wait for too long. Remember to review, I always look forward to reading them. :)

"Simplicity, patience, compassion.

These three are your greatest treasures.

Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being.

Patient with both friends and enemies,

you accord with the way things are.

Compassionate toward yourself,

you reconcile all beings in the world."

―Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

Chapter 3 Revelations & The Session

Glint found himself in another vision, this time it was colorless, and it didn't feel malevolent. What was this vision about this time? His questions were going to be answered soon. As the vision shifted to a battlefield, it was littered with bodies, dragons, trolls, apes, dreadwings, and moles.

"Dragon of light, I do not want a lecture about my deeds. If I did, you would have been killed already. Your words are fruitless, I do not care about those I have slain." She replied impassively, her tone was indignant which suggested otherwise. The dragon backed away a few steps, sensing the rising tension as the dragoness moved forwards.. Glint didn't mistake her first three words, 'dragon of light'? Who was this dragon? He was another light dragon, but not his father, as far as he knew he didn't have any siblings.

"You haven't won the battle yet, I'm still standing. So, go ahead. Make your move. Cynder..." The dragon said fearlessly, he was ready to go down fighting. Glint blinked, Cynder? She was the Dark Master's servant? He realized he had forgotten Fynir's little lecture back in the cave.

"If you insist, I'll make it a slow and painful death for you." Cynder replied, she headed straight for him. Using her superior size and agility she flanked the dragon and brought her tail down, aiming for his sides. The dragon anticipated that and dodged, he charged a beam of light. Cynder hissed and let lose a torrent of shadow fire. The dragon had no choice but to absorb the hit. He felt his wings burn as they prevented his face from being singed. Once Cynder finished she repositioned herself to his left. The dragon shot his beam exactly where Cynder was going to be. He missed as she angled herself, the beam zipped pass her. She already one step ahead of the dragon. Cynder then launched herself towards the dragon knocking him down with a single push and placing her tail right by his throat within moments.

The two stared at each other for ages. "Well? What are you waiting for? The dragon said, he had been expecting his death.

Cynder kept her collective expression, "My master does not want you killed, unfortunately." She pressed the her tail down harder. "Your death would have been more symbolic, and it would be morale crusher for your side. Now, you're coming with me dragon!" Using the blunt edge of her tail she smacked the dragon hard enough to knock him out. Not giving him a chance to react. "Weakling, just like others." Cynder picked up the dragon, carrying his limp form, she took to the air and the vision shattered.

Glint opened his eyes, he looked around briefly, his eyes darting around the room frantically. He had to speak to Cynder soon, what time was it? He gently got off his bed and walked to the window. He peered outside, the sun was rising, he heard very little noise, just the occasional chirping from birds. "Might as well explore the city," he said to himself quietly. Glint made his way down to the courtyard. He gazed ahead, there was three paths. He chose the one on the right, not giving it much thought.

He took to the air and glided down to the street. Since it was early, there wasn't much activity going on. He watched as two birds flew down from a window to the street, pecking their beaks on the ground. Glint walked to the side, not wanting to disturb the birds. He went down even further the path, soon enough. He saw a dragon laying on the floor, there was a rag beside him. Glint stopped by the dragon and examined him. He was dirty and had traces of bruises from something, most likely a fight. Then again, the dragons physical state told him a different story, he was beaten. Who would beat this dragon? Glint couldn't help but feel sorry for him, he couldn't do anything, he had no money, no food, nothing to give. He stood over the dragon and raised his paw at least he could do this. He channeled his energy and without another thought, healed the dragon. Glint was surprised the dragon didn't wake, he simply watched the dragon breathe, his chest rising up and down. The white dragon silently whispered a small prayer and continued along his way.

Glint might be called a Good Samaritan, as he has done this many times to all kind of creatures. Whether it be a rabbit, bird, snake, dog, wolf, fish, it didn't matter, life was life. To take ones life without its consent would be violating its right to live. He saw it that way, and he clung on to that ideal since then, stubbornly refusing to change it unless he had seen a good reason to. Perhaps he was being naïve, but the dragon wasn't educated properly. He learnt everything he knew by himself, without guidance.

Fynir walked around the library, he had never seen anything so extensive like this. Books, books were everywhere, every corner, every side, everywhere! It was like an endless stream pouring down from a fountain. None moved or flowed endlessly though, but the feeling was the same. He noticed a spiral staircase leading up, the librarian was unsurprisingly, Volteer. Since the electric Guardian had little to do after the war, he had taken the responsibilities of a librarian. Fynir, himself had come here to read, he didn't know where to start. Volteer, and his ramblings about practically everything, tended to go off-topic from what Fynir had asked for originally. So now, here he was, in the library searching for his needs without help.

Fynir walked up the stairs, it led to another room similar to the one before, he saw a large wooden table on next to a circular window. He recognized Aurea from yesterday she was reading a book. To her left was a large stack of books intricately organized, so was the same to her right, her adjacent corners. He was impressed with her organizational skills, the magnitude of her skill was one that rivals Volteers. If he could so boldly think.

Fynir decided to hang out with her, maybe she'd have some books to recommend. Or perhaps guide him to the topic he was looking for. "Hey, Aurea?" He said quietly, just loud enough for her to hear. Aurea stuck her head up, she noticed Fynir and immediately waved him over. "Do you have any idea where I could find books pertaining to the wings of dragons? I'm looking for ones with direct diagrams or pictures of the anatomy of the wing." He asked.

"Books and information that pertain to the wings of dragons are around here actually." She stated, pausing for a moment. "Located... Just right there." She pointed to a section with a green marking. Strange, how come she wasn't being all timid?

Fynir figured it was probably best to ask later. He smiled in gratitude, "Thanks."

"No problem," she replied, already focusing her attention to her studies. Fynir checked the section she directed him to, she was correct. There was many books of that had relation to the dragon's wing. He picked out a select few, mostly random. Aurea held slight interest on his question, she guessed it was probably due to his wing... Whatever happened to it.

"Hey, if you don't mind me asking, why are you more open? From what I've noticed, your normally very shy," Fynir said as he spoke up from the other side moments later. He poked his head into Aurea's view range.

She seemed surprised by his question, but nevertheless, answered it. "The library, it's a haven for me. I feel a lot more comfortable being myself in here. As for my social interaction: I'm more willing to be open, instead of being an introverted person."

"Oh, okay. Thanks," Fynir said, smiling warmly. He removed his head from her view. Aurea definitely has a wide range of vocabulary, and when she's outside the library; he guessed she'd shy away from using it. What else could be hidden in her studious, quiet, personality?

"Thank you, young dragon! Your truly a blessing in this district!" A elderly dragon said to Glint who simply nodded. He had done all kinds of good deeds for random strangers, as crazy as it sounds. He liked doing it too, it was nice to see people smile. Some were even hospitable enough to invite him for dinner, or for an activity. He, despite all the positivity, declined offers politely, he didn't have the time to do anything. First, he would like to get adjusted to the city, and by doing little lollygagging here and there wouldn't be of harm.

As of today, he could count all the friendly smiles he would get from just being helpful. That of course, didn't come with some negativity, he did get some mean looks from some-not-so-friendly people. He ignored those of course, he thought about heading back, but was interrupted by a green blur roughly speeding past him and into a corner. He saw three dragons running from that same place the green blur came through. They ignored him and looked around.

He wasn't sure how to act upon the situation, but first, examination of case. Second, action. He studied the dragons, watching as they poked their heads in every corner, he saw one of them go into the same corner the blur went into. "Hey you!" A voice whispered to him, whoever it was, its voice held fear. "Come here," he heard some rustling from the source of the voice. Glint obeyed, with caution though. He didn't know what he was getting himself into. The voice apparently came from above, he flew up and found himself facing a dragoness. Her green scales shimmered in the sunlight, she took one long look at Glint. "Odd, I've never seen a dragon with scales white as yours. That doesn't matter," she said. Glint landed right on the roof beside her.

"Who are you? And what exactly do you want me for?" Glint asked quietly, he knew noise was something that had to be lessened.

"I was getting to that! Okay, those three dragons–I know you've seen them pass by–are all pissed about how I kicked all their sorry butts in this game. So here's what were going to do. You simply get their attention, and I'll handle the rest." She explained, her eyes still fixated on Glint.

"Sure, I guess." He said nonchalantly before flying off the roof. "This better not be something childish!"

"It isn't, trust me."

By now it was late noon, which indicated that the city was in its peak of activity. However, it was not exactly the case here. Glint found the three dragons, he knew exactly how to get their attention. "Hey! You Three! I found who you're looking for!" The three dragons turned their heads and headed towards the white dragon. Suddenly, there was this large rumbling noise, and cracks on the earth appeared. The ground lifted up and threw the three dragons off to separate directions. Glint watched as two hit their heads on the ground, knocking them out. The last one landed on a bush, he moaned loudly. Suddenly the green dragoness darted out of a corner, she stopped right next to the moaning dragon.

Smirking, she cooed to the dragon mockingly. "So, no more raging over lost games?"

"Yes, Sarin," the dragon said lightly as he moaned, he didn't move a muscle. Glint walked up to Sarin.

"Sarin, that's your name?" She turned her head towards Glint.

"Yeah, yours?"

"Glint."

"That's a nice name, it fits you. You flew so fast, you looked like a white glint in the sky," she commented.

Glint smiled at her comment, he took it more as a compliment. "What do you do around here?"

"I work as a smith, you could say..."

"What is this um, job?" He asked, Glint's naïveté showed clearly. Sarin gave him an odd look, she stared at him. Dumbfounded by his question. Glint was lost. "What? Is this something I am supposed to know?"

"Seriously? You don't know what a smith is? Anything that would ring the bell?" She asked incredulously.

"No..." replied Glint. He had no idea and hoped that she would at least explain to him these jobs.

"A smith is someone who works in metal," She sighed lightly. "I happen to be a one, and I'm also a bit of an inventor," Sarin added in proudly as Glint nodded lightly. "You do know what those are right?" She asked, suddenly glaring at him.

"Yes," Glint said simply, ignoring her glare. The two started to walk.

"I work around these parts, you'll be seeing me around," She said. "If you ever need anything repaired, crafted, whatever, just tell me. I'll see what I can do."

"Noted, I might come down to your shop. But I'll be around these areas a lot too." He suddenly felt pain his head as Sarin whacked him lightly there.

"Fix that naïve brain of yours! You're going to make yourself look even more stupid if you don't!" She took off running. Glint shook his head briefly, rubbing the spot where she hit him gently. A harmless whack, it held no harmful intentions. That, he could tell.

"Hey!" Glint shouted, he considered getting back at her for that now. But disregarded it for later. He smirked as he walked away. Already devising a plan for revenge. As he walked Glint suddenly remembered he had to talk to Cynder. He turned around, looking around, he could see that he was quite a bit away from the temple. He jumped to the air and flapped his wings with one great burst, speeding rather gracefully to the temple.

"Come on Spyro! Don't be a sissy, it's just a friendly spar! Nothing more." Cynder pleaded, she gave him the most pleading look she could muster, the purple dragon faltered slightly. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but closed it and shook his head. Cynder expression changed to one of sadness, it almost made Spyro cringe. She was using her last few resorts.

"Fine... Just for you, if nothing else." Spyro stated, giving in to her pleads.

She smiled graciously, "Thanks Spyro!" The two went to opposite directions. Spyro simply muttered something about how easy it was for females to get what they want. "It won't hurt... Much." Cynder stated slyly as she heard Spyro's muttering. This caused Spyro to give second thoughts to agreeing. He ejected those thoughts and went into his battle stance.

"Alright, no elements, just your claws and teeth. In other words, physical battle. To win, one must pin his opponent to ground until they submit. One round only," Spyro said sternly. He didn't want to harm Cynder. She nodded, getting into her own stance. "Okay, start on three."

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!" Glint yelled, bursting in from the dojo doors, somehow; he managed to hear the small portion of the count down. The two dragons ignored his interruption and started as the white dragon had finished the counting for them. Glint watched as the two dragons slowly paced around each other, waiting for one to make a move. They continued pacing until Spyro made the first move by feinting a charge, Cynder fell for the feint and braced herself. Spyro instead went to Cynder's left side and locked claws with her, she had already realized that it was feint and was already preparing a trick of her own. She used her tail to trip Spyro, who fell to the ground with a yelp. She smirked slyly and backed off, slightly confusing the purple dragon. Glint watched Cynder closely, as Spyro continued his assault after getting up. She dodged every one of his strikes in an intricate manner, her plan was simple: Continue this until her opponent tires.

Glint studied her tactic, just in case she would use it against him. Her plan was progressing well, Spyro continued his assault, not suspecting a thing. He finally noticed when he caught Cynder's hidden smirk still present. He grinned and did the unexpected, he rolled backwards and charged, surprising Cynder. She waited until he got closer to avoid his reckless attack, right when he was in position Spyro stopped, showing Cynder it was a feint at the last second. He swiftly used his tail to trip Cynder, and pinned her. Payback. She struggled fiercely, but stopped shortly after, realizing Spyro's superior physique was too much for her own. "I win this time," the purple dragon stated amusingly.

"You won the spar and lost the purpose..." Cynder stated wryly. Spyro gave her puzzled look, not really sure what she meant by 'purpose'. "We should do this more often Spyro. It's fun and engaging, that was the purpose of the spar anyways," She replied, smiling lightly, hoping he got the purpose of the spar. Spyro just smiled, not saying a word, as he understood what she meant now.

"It's also good for honing your skills," Glint pointed out. "Cynder, we need to talk," He glanced at Spyro. "In private."

She looked at Spyro, who nodded. Whatever they had to talk about didn't concern him, so he felt there was no need to object. Glint beckoned for her to come, they went into a corner out of Spyro's hearing range. From there, Glint explained his vision to her and helped connect the mystery about her question from when they first met. Cynder took the revelation well, surprisingly, she expressed regret for what she had done to the dragon.

Glint asked her what exactly she had done. Cynder told him that she held the dragon in an unknown location, there, Malefor did his deeds. What they were exactly, Cynder didn't know. They ended their private conversation lightly. Glint left for the library, Cynder stayed with Spyro. Doing whatever the two did when they hung out. Although, he had some suspicions about the two's relationship.

Aurea hadn't expected Glint to come into the library, they've talked, albeit, not very much. Glint showed a hidden passion for books, she didn't realize this until he expressed it quite clearly. Volteer, himself had bugged Glint with his questions once again. Surprisingly, Glint didn't mind answering them, even though the session lasted for about an hour.

Admirable, to say at the least. Volteer was known for his wide vocabulary, which he had a tendency to use. Most dragons had difficulties comprehending the electric guardian, those that didn't were, Spyro, Cynder, and herself. Glint, he sometimes did, especially during this case.

Right now the light dragon was reading all the books that pertain to his element, or anything that could bear a relation his past. He did grab a few books that interested him. Although, what they were about, Aurea couldn't tell. She watched him as flipped a book page, his eyes intent on the text. She returned her attention to her own studies, and kept her thoughts purely focused on the such. She did consider striking a conversation with the white dragon, her shyness, albeit not as prevailing when she was here, still prevented her from doing so. Aurea instead, secretly hoped he would instead.

Glint, out of the corner of his eyes, managed to catch Aurea's eyes upon him. For what reasons, he didn't know. I should talk to her more, it'd be nice to try getting to know her, Glint thought. Her shyness does present a problem though.

After a few moments... he decided.

Glint got up from his seat and walked over to the dragoness casually. Noticing him, Aurea lifted her head to meet the his gaze; which was already upon her. "Hello again. Thanks for pointing out those books. I probably would have never found them."

"It's... no problem..." Aurea replied, she couldn't keep eye contact with Glint. It made her feel nervous, if only slightly.

Glint reacted fast, he had to keeping the conversation going. "So... what are you reading?"

This seemed the sway her nervousness away, "A book about criminology in general. The one to the right deals with forensics. This one deals with astrology and this one–"

"Alright, I get it," Glint said cutting off Aurea, admittedly he felt a bit rude for doing so. "Wow, I swear you must have a passion for books. Especially if you're being open about it." He actually didn't know what most of these topics were, but that was because he didn't devote all of his time to reading every book in the cave. Just those that interest him.

"I..." Aurea started, she closed her mouth hastily. She hadn't meant to be energetic about sharing her studies. But Glint was right, she did have a passion for books.

"I didn't mean to be rude for cutting you off..." Glint trailed off, he wasn't sure how Aurea was feeling. He also guessed she could be a bit sensitive.

"It's okay, I do get carried away with books. I really do love reading and I don't think I can express it any clearer."

"Understandable. I like reading too, but not as much as you do. Although, learning, that is what I really enjoy. There's so much you could learn. The amount of knowledge out there is limitless. I'd like to think there's no finite amount of knowledge. People who continue to learn even though their old proves this." Glint said casually, he didn't have any problems sharing his thoughts.

Aurea was impressed, he shared some common interest with her. Glint almost made himself seem like an intellectual. Now, she definitely felt that she could become friends with Glint. Especially if he came here often... Her haven, the library. However, she kept her expression of eagerness hidden, she still retained shyness and was unsure how Glint would react to her expression.

Unbeknownst to the two dragons Volteer was in the same floor, hearing every bit of their conversation as he organized and catalogued books. He smiled, she had finally opened up after all those years. The electric guardian reflected back on the past as he categorized a new batch of books printed just days ago. Yet, he still kept most of his attention between the two, he tuned in again.

"I concur... If you look and study people, their habits, their interest, their hobbies, et cetera. You can see that this can be proven over and over... I-I guess you would do the same, continue learning despite your older age when the time comes..." Aurea answered, this was bold by her standards. She hardly said more than two sentences to those she was not close too.

"Well, what I do know is that I can't spend all the time the library like you. So one must have some fun every once in a while." Glint replied showing a strand of rope to Aurea. She blinked, what did he mean? She lifted her eyes and met Glint's, trying to find a trace of clarification there as they flashed mischievously. "Before any of that, I would like to continue conversing with you."

They did just that, Glint prompted for her to open up and she did. Now he was getting to know her, the time they were going to spend together would help. They talked about practically everything. Glint, despite the short embarrassments that amused Aurea that came from his naïveté, enjoyed their conversation. She taught him a lot of things, the basics of astrology, medicine, philosophy, forensics, criminology, although, what they mostly focused on was the mandatory requirements for basic knowledge.

Those were geography, history, language arts, science, math, and social studies. Glint never objected to anything, he simply listened and asked questions. Which Aurea happily answered too, she didn't teach him everything. Just a crash course on the basics, followed by a short quiz to test his memory. There was so much more for the white dragon to learn, unfortunately, he'd have to continue tomorrow. It was almost evening, by then both dragons were ready to depart. "I'll see you again sometime tomorrow?" Aurea asked, her tone was hopeful.

"Definitely, I can't specify an exact time though." Glint answered swiftly, Aurea smiled in response. She immediately departed, leaving Glint alone. He contemplated for a few minutes. He realized he needed to hear Fynir's story about his wing. That was his next thing to do.

He walked downstairs, taking the time to just 'know' the library about more. A soft cough interrupted him, he found Volteer gazing upon him sternly. Glint met his gaze, "Is there a problem Master Volteer?" He said polite, formal, manner. 'Straight to the point', that was his policy with business with the guardians.

"Absolutely not, I've noticed your exchange with Aurea. You've stirred something I haven't seen in her for years. Not since the start of the war. I'm skeptical about this, but; It occurs to me, that she has taken an interest in you," Volteer said almost happily. "You'll have decide your course of action. Please, whatever you do... Don't put my niece in disconsolate state. I don't want a repeat similar to absence of her parents." He ended with a stern, and yet worrisome tone. His eyes seemed clouded with memories, memories that were despondent.

Glint stared at the electricity guardian in shock, Volteer was Aurea's uncle. That explains his concerns. He pondered on what he said about her. "What do you mean by 'absence of her parents'?"

"Her parents perished during the war," Volteer said quickly, stating the answer to the white dragon's question. He paused, his rather exuberant personality had said, 'deflated' since the start of the conversation. "The story is something I can't and won't recount. That is her decision, if she chooses to relieve that tale, then it would be by her own doing."

Now Volteer and his lively, energetic, personality had disappeared. The atmosphere around him was grim, he motioned to Glint to show that he was finished with their rather unsettling exchange of words. Although, from what he could guess Volteer's exuberant nature would return by tomorrow. The hidden mysteries centered on Aurea had unraveled, the facts stated, and the damage revealed. Was she shy before that incident? Perhaps not. Perhaps that incident changed her, molded her personality. Yet there was still something missing, probably a fact Volteer had forgotten to mention. Glint decided to find out more tomorrow. There was one thing left to do, and most likely.

It was going to be another dismal, agonizing, story.

He walked down to the temple courtyard. The library was located by the temple. Actually, it's connected to the temple by a long walkway. He spotted the one he was looking for.

Fynir.

Well, here goes nothing... Glint thought, he wasn't sure how this would turn out. He saw Fynir wave at him, happy to see his friend after a long day. Glint waved back, "Hey! Where've you been?" He asked loudly, he realized that and lowered his volume. Just loud enough for Fynir to hear.

"Around."

"Around. Sounds real fun," Glint said sarcastically, not really satisfied with his answer. Fynir ignored that comment. "Seriously though, tell me what you've been doing recently." The view ahead of them was simply Warfang, buildings covered streets, dragons, moles, and other citizens walked around. Each busy with their own life, the sun was slowly setting. Clouds were becoming less visible in the darkening sky, the moon was visible. Right now it was only a half-moon. Glint had just realized he spent a majority of his time in the library.

"I was in library, doing research on the dragon's wing. For a project," replied Fynir.

Not wanting to know the details, Glint didn't press him. "Sounds good, now tell me about your wing and how it came to the state it's in." He asked, almost bluntly. Fynir expression changed to one of sadness. He focused his eyes ahead, thinking about those events that transpired during the war. The loss of his left wing's membrane.

"It started during a long evening. I was outside, frolicking near my home. My father wasn't never in a my life, he went to fight in the war before I hatched and never came back. My mother presumed he was dead, yet there was this small hope in her that he was still alive. Just dying to get home to meet his child and reunite with his mate. It was past dinner when we received a report from a nearby watchtower. Stating that an army lead by Gaul was heading towards the direction of the forest. The thing was though, that message arrived late. And the messenger himself, died at the gates from his wounds. By then, the army was at our door steps." He paused as his voice cracked slightly, he took a long breath as a of couple droplets of tears dripped from his face. His tone was low and dull, devoid of every emotion except sadness.

"The army went into the village expecting no resistance. They were wrong, but our numbers were few, so naturally, our time of escape was limited. My mother immediately tried to escape with me. But we were cut off as they started to burn the village, killing everybody. Hatchlings... elders, you name it... She told me to go on ahead, and that's what I did. I ran, some apes noticed me and pursued. During the pursuit I swear I could hear Gaul yelling about his greatness and how he was the best; and blah, blah, blah. We got your message, so shut up already! That was my thought at the time though, as I wasn't really concerned about being chased. Seriously, those apes were slow, I got cocky and stupidly; I found myself between a cliff and the apes. It was die by the apes or do a suicidal drop. Remember, I was a hatchling, a couple of years old at that time. I could only glide..."

"What did you do?" Glint asked gently, he watched as Fynir scrunched up his expression before snorting, smoke billowed out of his muzzle.

"I fought! It was ether the smartest or dumbest decision I made! My life or my wing!" He was practically angry now. At who or what, Glint didn't know.

The red dragon dodged a large axe, it intended to decapitate him. He breathed a small stream of fire in return. Igniting the ape with the axe. There were five more to go. Two apes raised their clubs, ready to beat him senseless, they charged, yelling out their best war-cries. Which were shamefully pathetic. Nevertheless the red dragon gasped and slid between the apes. He was knocked to the edge as he tried to get up, the red dragon felt an immense pain on his sides. One of the apes managed to land a blow. The red dragon growled, he let the biggest torrent of fire he could muster. It set the two apes on fire, screaming and yelling about how it burns. They jumped off the cliff into certain death. Suddenly the last three apes all assaulted the dragon. Two had hatchets, one had dual blades, obviously, by holding such deadly weapons, he must be the leader of this small band.

"Get that little brat!" The leader yelled, the two with the axes swung at the red dragon. He blocked both blows with his rather tough wings. They absorbed the blow, he removed his wings and pounced at the nearest one. With all his might he ripped the apes throat to shreds with his claws. Blood oozed out of his throat and the dragon's claws were covered with it. The hatchling ducked under the body as the other ape swung again. It was lodged into his dead comrade's body. The hatchling smiled and kicked the ape off the cliff. Now there was only one. The last one smiled deviously, "I'll assure you the quickest death!"

He charged and swung his swords rapidly, unable to dodge the fury of blades the hatchling used his wings to block. One sword became lodged in his membrane, the dragon cried out in pain. Whimpering as the ape stuck another sword in. He started to pull them, ripping his membrane apart. The dragon tried resisting but was too weak due to the pain and instead let out agonizing screams. Once done, the ape removed his blades and pushed the hatchling down with his foot. "Weakling, lets see you survive this!" He removed his foot and kicked the hatchling off the cliff. The dragon plunged down into the abyss and closed his eyes, his pain was still present, that and he already thought this was the end.

In the last moment he caught a glimpse of the ground below him and blacked out.

"I woke up beside a riverbed and to my complete horror, my wing was dysfunctional and ruined..." He trailed off, ending his tale there. Fynir stayed silent, his expression became blank and dull. Glint knew he needed some comfort, so as a friend. He extended his wing and pulled Fynir in for a hug. He accepted it without any complaints. Staying silent as Glint spoke softly, using a calm, gentle, tone.

"I know not how being flightless feels. But rest easy Fynir, let the pain subside. I'm sorry for all that has happened." He paused, letting the words sink in. Comforting was not his best attribute, but wasn't his worst ether. He rubbed the younger red dragon with his wing. Fynir was only a year younger than Glint, it didn't make much of a difference on how the two interacted though. It was minutes before Fynir spoke again.

"Thanks Glint. You're a good friend..." This made Glint delve into his own thoughts. He never knew Fynir had thought of him like that, it made him feel elated. Honestly, he though Fynir thought of him as an acquaintance, not his friend. "I'm fine now, you can stop with all the comforting." Fynir said, nudging the white dragon, interrupting his thoughts. They both smiled.

"Alright then," Glint began, removing his wing. "If you need me, just ask." He raised his right paw and with Fynir they 'fist-bumped'. "Well, I've got something to do. Catch you later?" Gint asked.

"Sure."

The two departed and went their own separate ways. Glint didn't forget about his 'fun' planned. He headed towards the temple dorms and upon reaching the stairs. He pulled out that rope he showed to Aurea earlier. Studying the stairs he found the perfect spot, there were two small corners at the top that had a weird, wooden, pole-like object sticking out.
He began tying the rope between the two poles. Once done he tested its strength, making sure it wasn't going to snap very easily. He touched it with his paw, placing force little by little. Once he thought it was at an acceptable level he looked below the stairs. At the very bottom, above was a marble slab, connected by two piers on the floor. If a dragon were to trip and fall down the short flight of stairs. The momentum at which he or she fell would be great enough to move an object above. This making fall right on their head.

The question was: what object would be suitable for this? He looked out the nearest window, a rock? A branch? An egg? He thought the last option was the best candidate. How convenient, there was for a nest of eggs on the tree outside. Glint didn't like the prospect of taking an egg that had the chance of being a bird. He needed a substitute for the egg. Where was the temple dining commons? He realized he hadn't eaten since the morning, during the time he was at the city. One of the citizens he helped offered to feed him a small portion of some enticing steak. He agreed and currently, that steak was one of the best foods he had. It was his first cooked meal, he normally ate things raw, which was okay by dragon standards.

Glint went down to the dining commons, he needed to get the substitute. Plus, a meal along the way wouldn't hurt. The first thing he did when he got there was eating. The room was vacant, save for the workers. One of them, who was a mole; asked if he needed anything. Perplexed by the absence of people in the commons, he asked, "Why is this place empty? Isn't dinner time?" The mole told him it was a "anytime dining business" but there was still "fixed dining options". With his question answered Glint simply asked for an egg, and small portion of steak. The mole complied swiftly, not without giving the white dragon a perplexed glance.

Down to business, once Glint finished his savory meal, he headed back towards the stairs. Egg in paw, he flew up to the marble slab and gently placed the egg on the edge. He determined it was enough for today, someone would walk into his surprise. Question was: who?

He secretly hoped it wasn't Aurea, despite that. He headed towards his dorm and opened the door. The fresh scent of that "roomy" like smell was very potent. He loved that smell, the smell of home. Closing the door Glint looked around his room, it was in the same state as when he left during the morning. He fixed his gaze on the table. He needed to write a basic schedule list. It would go like this:

• Explore city more. (eat whenever)
• Session with Aurea.
• Hang out with Fynir.
• Free time!

He scribbled all that down within a minute. Not really caring about grammar, or anything about writing that Aurea had taught him about, during their session in the library at the moment. It was just a note, as long as he could understand it. It didn't matter. Funny thing was though, he could read and write in draconic. But, before he learned writing from Aurea he could only read. She found it shocking that he was poorly educated in some aspects. Dismissing his thoughts back at the session he just hopped on his bed, wishing to end the day. He thought back to what Volteer said, his question was: what in ancestors name happened back in Aurea's past? That question, he was going to ponder on until someone told him.

A/N: I just would like to note that I'm most likely going it be bogged down with school work, so updates might not be according to my schedule. Again, please point out any errors, I will correct them.