AN: League tilts me.
The group was greeted in the morning to the bright sun shining through all their eyelids, causing distress to most of the young dragons who just wanted to sleep the whole day after their journey.
"Cover the window." Frost groaned as he covered his eyes with his wings.
"There are like a million windows," Spark said as she opened her eyes, blinking several times to adjust to the light. She looked around the large room, counting the windows. "There's not even a way to cover them."
Frost gave a pitiful whimper at hearing this, he was being forced to wake up. He hated being woken up.
"If you all are hungry, I think I know where we can find some food." Spyro offered to the group, him and Cynder seemed to be the only two who didn't seem affected by the early waking.
"Yeah… Gimme a minute." Frost sighed as he lied in his bed still.
After some waiting, the group of dragons was ready to get going. The light dragon being very quiet, not having said a word the whole time he was awake. They walked in silence through the halls, Spyro being their guide to wherever he was leading them.
"So how about those earthquakes," Vexx said, trying to break the silence that had come over the group.
"Weird," Cynder said. "I've never felt one before in my life before they started happening after Spyro kept the world together."
"Maybe he didn't keep the world together," Spark questioned. "What if it's only a temporary solution and the inner core is slowly breaking apart."
"No, I'm pretty sure I put the world fully together," Spyro said to her, slightly offended that she doubted him. "I felt it. I wouldn't just… Not fix it."
"Just saying." Spark shrugged, not wanting to push it any further.
"Do you have any idea where you're going Spyro?" Cynder asked her male companion. She was getting the feeling Spyro was lost and didn't want to say anything. They weren't in Warfang for long during the war and things probably changed while they were gone.
"Errr… Sorta?" Spyro offered quietly. He gave a sigh. "I've never been here before."
"Why didn't you say so? We could've just went to the Guardians." Cynder said, confused to why Spyro had to lead them around to nowhere.
"That's what I'm trying to do. They never told us where they would be staying or how to get there." Spyro replied. "I was hoping we'd run into someone but this whole temple seems deserted except for us."
The light dragon seemed to react slightly when Spyro said 'deserted', though it was subtle, Spark seemed to notice it.
Cynder sighed before walking into the nearest room. "Follow me." She called back to everyone who was watching her from the hall still. She walked to the window and opened it up before jumping outside, hovering outside the window waiting for everyone to follow her outside.
"We're going flying?" Vexx asked as him and the others walked up to the window.
"No, we're going to fly to the entrance to the temple and talk to the guards," Cynder said to them. "They should know something."
The group gave various forms of understanding before going out the window and joining her. Soon they were flying around the temple until they spotted the entrance, they then slowly glided down near the guards. Both were rather surprised to see the group of dragons.
"Mast-" One of the guard dragons began before Spyro cut him off.
"Just Spyro please." Spyro said quickly, he didn't like hearing 'Master' before his name. He didn't want a title, he just did what he had to do to save everyone.
"And just Cynder for me." The dark dragoness added a moment later, she would rather forget her dark days and that title wasn't helping.
Both guards nodded before the one from before continued. "Spyro, Cynder, how may we help?"
"We were looking for food, do you know where we can find some?" Spyro asked. The purple dragon seemed tenser around the guards.
"Can you handle the door?" The same guard asked the other one, to which the dragon nodded. "Follow me then." He walked into the temple.
The group followed behind the guard. "So I imagine guarding that door is pretty boring," Vexx spoke up.
"It is, but I'd rather do that then fight another war any day." The guard replied back with a light chuckle. The older dragon then sighed. "I was getting too old to fight on the front daily."
"I tried my best to end it as fast as I could. Though getting frozen in time didn't help…" Spyro said, feeling as if he was the one to blame for the prolonged suffering.
"At least you did end it." The guard said, hearing how his savior sounded. "It doesn't matter how fast or slow it was over, the important part is that it ended. Remember that." The guard stopping and turning to face him.
Spyro looked up at the brown eyes of the older dragon. Most of his head was covered by the helmet, but Spyro could see the red scales. He gave a confident nod.
"Good." The guard said before turning around and continuing walking. Not even a few seconds later they arrived at a big open room, a buffet styled mess hall. There were already a few dragons eating. Most likely the ones that hunted for the food there. "Now go on and eat."
The others went to go eat but Spyro stayed for a moment. "What's your name?" He asked.
"Haze." He replied, "now go eat. We don't want our savior going hungry."
Spyro smiled, he liked this dragon. "Thank you for showing us the way." He said before making his way to the food.
The guard dragon nodded before walking down the hall back to his post.
The rest of the group was already sitting down at a table, Frost once again finding his way next to Cynder. Spark was at her other side. Vexx and the light dragon across from them. When Spyro arrived he sat next to Vexx.
"Here's to our first breakfast without Mark." Spark toasted enthusiastically. "May his bird obsession end soon."
Vexx and Frost chuckled at what their sister said.
"He's obsessed with birds?" Cynder asked them. Never having heard of something like that before.
"He thinks they're cool for some odd reason," Vexx said with a shrug, not really knowing what the deal was.
"He watches them when he gets the chance to," Spark said, thinking back to a few memories. "I think he had a book at home that he documented them in."
"Seeing a huge bird probably excited him greatly." Frost chuckled. "I don't really blame him. You don't pick your interests, it's something you're hatched with."
"Speaking on hatching, when are you going to wash that paint off? Your hatchday was days ago." Spark said to Frost, the paint on his body being days old was flaking off in most places.
"Oh shoot. I forgot about that." Frost said, he then looked at Spyro. "Do you know where I can wash this off?"
"I already got us lost once, not again." The purple said with a shake of his head.
Frost frowned but nodded. "Guess I'll ask around." He said before taking a bite out of his food.
"I have a feeling this will be a very busy day," Vexx said to the group.
Mark
Mark yawned as he woke up in the large room the gryphons were provided for the duration of their stay. During the night he learned both of the other gryphon names, one being Telrog and the other Falspar. Of course, this moment was amazing for him, he had always dreamed of meeting a gryphon ever since he read about them. That dream came true, much to his surprise.
"Good morning." Telrog greeted with a chirp to the young dragon. "Care to join us for food?"
Mark stretched for a second to help wake up. He nodded enthusiastically. "Yes."
The gryphons had put their armor back on, wanting to appear intimidating in the eyes of the dragons that saw them.
The group set out with General Tarkus out front, Mark to his side, and the two guards following. "After breakfast, I have a task for you Mark. A letter needs to be delivered to the mail carrier." He then gave a pouch of coins to the young dragon. "Give this to him as compensation for his troubles."
Mark took the pouch and nodded. "My pleasure sir."
The group eventually made it to a small building with a temporary sign out front that read. 'Diplomat Cafeteria'. They walked in to see only the lone Wyvern there in the corner. He was eating in silence.
General Tarkus cast the creature a quick look before looking away and getting food. "I don't even know why that thing bothered to come." He muttered distastefully to himself, though the two guards and Mark heard it.
Soon the group of four was eating together. "Mark, do you think it is fair that the dragons should have land that belonged to the gryphons in the past?" General Tarkus asked the dragon as he ate.
"No sir, it doesn't sound fair," Mark answered truthfully. "Is that what all the fighting was about yesterday?"
The gryphon nodded. "It was. Way back before the war, those lands were ours, you can tell if you just went there yourself. The 'Guardians', as they call themselves, choose to ignore that and claim that since they liberated the lands they get them."
"That's dumb, stealing more land isn't going to help the world heal," Mark said with a frown, kinda troubled that his leaders were representing them so poorly.
"That's my thoughts exactly, my letter will hopefully solve this problem," Tarkus said as he pulled at some meat with his beak. "And everyone will get the lands they deserve, not the land they want."
The rest of the meal went by with nothing much happening, Mark was the first to finish so he was given the letter he was to deliver and the directions on how to get the post office. Mark was still overwhelmed by the city, so much stuff to see. Crowded streets, loud noises, tall buildings. Even the smells changed very often as he made his way to his destination.
Upon arrival Mark opened the door slowly and peeked inside, it was empty aside from the middle-aged dark blue dragon standing behind a counter. "Yes?" He asked, sounding very bored.
"I have a letter." Mark said as he brought it over and set it on the counter. Then he set the bag of coins down next to it. "This is for your trouble."
The dragon blinked in surprise seeing the rather decent sized coin purse. He opened the pouch and saw it filled with gold coins and shiny gems. "Amazing…" he muttered. His gaze turned to the letter and he saw the address of where it was to be sent. His maw opened a bit seeing how far he would have to go. The dragon was going to question Mark but when he looked up he saw the young dragon was gone. He looked back down at the envelope containing the letter. "Hey, Merrill!" He yelled to the back room.
"Yes?" A female voice called back.
"I'm going to be gone for a while." He called back. "A long while." He added quietly to himself.