The city way a war zone. Fire dragons put whole streets ablaze while Ice and earth dragons bombed it with boulders and icicles. Lightning bolts struck down on the city courtesy of the lightning dragons. Strong winds blew threw the streets, making it impassable for the humans to aim their weapons into the air.

I ducked just in time as something whizzed over my head and destroyed a well to my left, so I looked to the right. I saw somthing approach out of the alley, a long barrel appeared out of the shadow. What was it? Field artillery? Flack gun? All of it came out of the shadows. A tank? Why did it have to be a tank?

I had to think fast. The only way I could damage the tank is with a energy blast while it could easily blow me away with it's main gun and wound me with it's MG. I could try to out maneuver it but It would probably corner me. And I couldn't just make a break for it because then it would target the dragons. Yep, I'm screwed.

A lightning bolt shot down conducted by the tank's armor. The tank exploded in a blinding flash, I had to shield my eyes with my wing. "Hey! Over there!" some Mercs saw me due to the blast. "Open fire!" Ironically, at that moment a dragon opened up on them with it's fire breath.

"Thought you could use some help." I heard a familiar voice, "You and Spyro have the best timing Cynder." Spyro got done and joined us. Between the three of us, we managed to lead the dragons to safety unharmed. Spyro only gave Terrador a nod before the mighty earth dragon roared out. All friendly forces got the signal and pulled out. The humans cheered thinking that we were running away in terror. They were SO wrong.

All the cheetahs except for Hunter returned to their village. All the moles and other dragons split into smaller groups and went their separate ways. The Guardians, Hunter, Spyro, Cynder, the twelve freed dragons, and myself set up camp in the clearing I met Spyro two years ago. My cave was still there (not like it was going anywhere) and still had the failed cradle I made for Forge inside. The crystals on the wall now tripled in size. But the cave itself couldn't hold all of us. Terrador chuckled as he reared up, his front feet slammed into the ground causing it to shake. To my surprise the cave grew large enough to house all of us with lots of room to spare.

Ariel treated the dragons all she could as the other Guardians taught them in history, Except for Terrador who was already sleeping, guess making the cave bigger took a lot out of him. I was trying to think of somthing to do to be helpful, Hunter beat me to making the fire. Then I remembered how Amber's ribs were showing, I looked at the other dragons, their ribs were showing too. I exited the cave and echoed, the forest was unchanged from its state two years ago. I already knew where the herds were.

Spyro's POV

"Spyro?" I turned around and acknowledged the red dragoness, "Yes I am, and you are?" "Amber, I just want to say Thank you, thank you for freeing me." I saw in her eyes that she was relieved to be rescued, I felt sorry for her, I couldn't imagine what they did to her, how she suffered. "Your welcome, but you should really thank Brian, He's the one who was behind our strategy and the one who took all the risks to save you." I explained how Brian came up with the plan of tricking the grublins into launching an attack on the humans to weaken them for our forces. "I know but he didn't do it alone, he had you and the others backing him up." She had a point there.

"How about you just talk it over with him right. . ." I looked around for Brian, he wasn't in the cave, "Hey, where's Brian?" I asked out loud. Everyone looked around he must of slipped out but why?

"Who? Oh, the human?" the young earth dragon asked, "Hopefully dead, like all humans should be." "Stop it!" Amber cried as she ran outside. I gave Cynder a nod, she nodded back before also going outside.

"Well its true," the young dragon continued, "All the humans have done are torture us, how can he be any different?" "Enough," Volteer commanded silencing the young dragon. Now I felt sorry for Brian too. he has risked life and limb multiple times and yet people still hate him.

Cynder's POV

I found Amber outside looking at the stars in the night sky, when I came up along side her I saw that her face was lined in tears. She looked over at me for a second before returning to look at the stars.

"He must have a hard life," She began, "He is willing to sacrifice himself for others. And all they do in return is wish him dead. It's not right." I knew it was my chance to intervene, so I spoke up. "I know how you feel, I was enslaved too." This got her attention. "I was enslaved before I even hatched, My egg was stolen during the Dark Master's raid on the temple, only two eggs survived: Spyro's and mine. The dark master tortured me and manipulated me from birth, I was forced to carry out his will, to serve him. . ." I continued telling Amber about Spyro, myself, and our conversation eventually led onto Brian.

"He later named it Forge, that was two years ago." I finished. The bushes behind us moved scaring us. I heard something being dragged as I saw Brian back out of the bushes holding a . . .

Why does he have a tree in his mouth? As he pulled it all the way out I saw about nine deer stacked on it. I'll admit, him being raised as a human make his ideas seem really odd, but they still work.

Brian looked up at us for a second "Ah, a little help?" He asked with the tree still in his mouth. Amber and I couldn't help but laugh as we helped him move it into the cave.

Spyro's POV

I smelled something delicious as Brian backed into the cave. Everyone's jaws dropped at the pile of food. "Dinner!" Cynder announced. Brian let go of the tree and moved his sore jaw, "OK Spyro, I get it." Brian said, Huh? "You're drooling." Brian chuckled, Wait What? Oops. "Don't wait on me," Brian spoke before saying the magic words, "Dig In!" No holding me back!

Brian's POV

I decided not to eat tonight and that I would in the morning, Because 1: Spyro, Cynder, Amber, and the other dragons were too busy stuffing themselves. Probably the first time the freed dragons have eaten something other than pig slop. And 2: My jaw was too sore to chew meat after dragging nine deer a mile on a log. All I wanted now was some spring water and to sleep. I obliged myself. I needed it. . .