Well here we have a second chapter, I hope you will enjoy it, as to be able to pump up a bit the quality in the future. I plan to dedicate more time on this by next week(01/07/2019 - gg/mm/aaaa)

-Azotac

The great dragon city was still standing. Even after Malefor and his army, even after the great catastrophe caused by the Destroyer, even at the massive earthquake that followed the recomposition of the planet. Its impenetrable walls were mostly still in one piece, apart from the crumbled segments in the northern part. The few guards still present in the city were silently patrolling over the barrier as the sun was quickly falling over the horizon.

Most of the inner city stood almost untouched, even after the golem assault, which caused the destruction of some great palaces and buildings, but nothing that couldn't be rebuilt.

In the southern part of the city, away from the possible danger of a siege, a lone and great figure was gazing and the sunset over a balcony of the Warfang Temple. Built in a similar fashion to the original one, the Warfang's one was mostly unused if not for great celebrations, festivities or for housing the Guardians during their presence in the great city.

The lonely Earth Guardian gazed again at the Sun, now almost below the horizon. He sighed. His head full of oppressing and depressing thoughts. The dragon kind was devastated by the secular conflict, which only rampaged in the last few years. Thousands and thousands of brave dragons were slaughtered by the Dark Master and his army, and the ones who managed to escape are now lost and hidden who knows where all around the continent.

Then there was another mind bearing thought, constantly present in his mind: the trio that left for the belt of fire. Few words could describe the happiness that he felt when the earth quake had stopped and the air cleared showing a beautiful and cloudless starry sky. They managed to succeed one way or another, but the weight of their absence still crushed him.

Then a familiar glow illuminated his snout, as a weak smile tinted his face.

"Are you worried, old guy? 'Cause I feel like I'm dying inside…"Said Sparx.

Terrador frowned, he never heard the dragonfly speak in a such sad manner.

"Yes, I'm worried. But as a friend I still hope for their safe return. They're all strong dragons. I'm sure they're fine. Just give them some time, and have faith."

The golden dragonfly sighed. "I hope you're right…".

Then without another word he zipped down the large corridor behind them.

Terrador exhaled heavy again, staring at the beautiful sky above him. Instinctively he prayed.

"May the Ancestors guide you home safely".

He stayed in that position for some other moments, then slowly stood up to retire for the night.

Just when he started walking down the corridor he heard the distinctive noise of wings flapping. Few seconds later a young soldier landed over the balcony.

Panting he said:"Master Terrador, sir, Spyro and Cynder have …" He was suddenly cut up by the booming voice of the guardian:"Where, where are they?"

The young fire guard gulped, not expecting such a reaction.

"They're currently over the western wall, sir, but they will be relocated soon to the infirmary…"

The guardian's happiness suddenly dissipated like dust in the wind.

"Wait, what. What's their status, and what about Ignitus, has he arrived too?".

The soldier shook his head.

"Master Ignitus hasn't returned yet. The young dragons just dropped over the wall few minutes ago. The black one, Cynder, was exhausted but mostly unarmed. However…" He paused.

"Spyro seems to be deadly injured".

At the hearing of those fateful words his heart collapsed. The Guardian run towards the balcony and launched himself in air, speeding to the infirmary. The young dragon gazed him wordlessly for a few moments before following him suit.

The sun had now left his place to the moons and stars.