Hi, new chapter here. In this one I'm going to introduce some other OCs, hope you will like it. Thanks a lot for for the feedback I've received, I hope to improve.

-Azotac

The sun was barely over the horizon, when two guards, one fire dragon and one ice dragon were passing over the Northern wall.

"Man, I don't understand why do we need to make these patrols all night long. The war is over isn't it? Can't we just be at peace and don't worry about nothing for sometime?"Said the fire dragon.

"Dareon, how many times do I need to say this: even if the war is over, it doesn't mean that the threat for our city is over. In addition there a lot of citizens that flee before the attack, they need someone to direct them if they ever come back." The ice dragon stated flatly.

The fire dragon chuckled.

"Yeah I know it's just fun to annoy you, Cyreus".

The ice dragon watched flatly Dareon, but soon after his gaze was addressed to something behind his fire friend.

The fire dragon noticed it and turned around, glancing at the horizon, scanning for threats.

"What did you see, bro"

"There, it seems like a dragon but I'm not sure it's too far away." Said the Cyreus pointing his right wing in the direction of the incoming creature.

"Go and warn the captain, tell him to stay on alert." Ordered the ice dragon.

"Yes, lieutenant!"Shouted the fire dragon, before darting up in the sky.

Cyreus waited a few more minutes and finally the creature was becoming visible in the sunlight:

It was definitely a dragon, but something was wrong with him or her.

Its wings were beating unevenly, like it was being dragged down by something and his head was hanging low.

Still it was approaching fast.

"You, stop and declare yourself!" Shouted the ice guard but the unknown dragon kept going.

It was directing precisely over his position.

When the creature was in plain sight a chill run down Cyreus spine.

It was a white dragon, not too older than Spyro. His body was mostly covered in blood. An array of arrows planted in its back, hind legs and underbelly. The dragon dropped over the barrier drifting near the inner edge before the guard caught him by the tail and dragged back to safety, leaving jagged bloodstains over the clear granite of the rampart.

A closer look to the dragon revealed his dramatic state. In addition to the arrows, there were wide gashes all over his body, dripping blood all over the floor.

Cyreus was shocked, as the dragon's injuries reminded him too much of his fallen friends in the recent conflict.

Without more words he took the dying youngster on his back and flew as fast as he could to the infirmary.

He burst the door open calling for help.

"HELP, INJURED DRAGON!" Cyreus screamed.

In a moment three moles arrived with a stretcher and helped the ice guard securing him on it. Then they dashed away in the corridor calling for others to help.

Meanwhile Aramis joined the shocked ice dragon standing covered in blood at the entrance.

"Could you tell me what happened, Cyreus?" She asked softly.

The ice dragon stood still for a few moment, panting heavily. As the grey dragoness watched him worried.

After some seconds, he managed to regain control of his breath and begun:

"I spotted him coming towards Warfang, at first I thought it was an enemy, I was ready to shot him down for good. Thanks the Ancestors that I waited enough to see it was a dragon. He fell over the wall where I was patrolling, shedding blood everywhere. I brought him here as soon as I could. I hope you can do something for that young dragon. He seemed to be not too much older than our young Spyro."Cyreus answered.

"We'll see what we can do to help him..." Said finally the grey dragoness.

Cynder was waken by the sound of the stretcher and moles running trough the corridor.

Spyro was waken too as he began slowly to open his eyes. The black dragoness noticed it and gently nuzzled his cheek.

"Shhh, you need to rest, I'm going to ask Aramis what happened. You stay here."

His answer was only a low, pleased grunt.

She hopped down his bed and exited the room.

"Good morning Cynder, how's Spyro doing?"Aramis asked her, coming on in the corridor.

"He's still resting, but he seems to be fine. I came to ask you what happened, I heard a lot of noise coming from outside." Said Cynder.

"A young dragon, not too much older than you, arrived few minutes ago in Warfang heavily injured. I was going to his room to help the moles."Answered the grey dragoness.

"Another young dragon like us…" Cynder told herself.

"I thought that me and Spyro were the only remaining young dragons, how's that possible?"Asked the black dragoness.

"Well, the Year of the Dragon was a tradition but the couples weren't forced to bring their eggs to the temple. It was just advised because it was thought to be safer, especially during war period."

Aramis sighed."But it turned out to be almost the ruin of our kind."

"Aramis who are you talking with?"A male voice called her.

Few moments later, Cyreus joined her. His gaze fell upon Cynder, which was watching him curiously.

"Oh, Cynder…"He said awkwardly"I see you recovered completely. That's…Good."His face forced in a fake smile.

Aramis interrupted him."Cyreus you shouldn't stay here bothering my patients. Your duty here is done."She then licked his cheek swiftly before shoving him away.

When the dragoness returned, Cynder asked her sadly:"He was behaving weirdly with me. Did I do something to him?"

Aramis didn't respond immediately.

"Let's say that someone in this city didn't completely forgive you for you actions as Terror of the Sky. But you shouldn't worry about it now. Go and stay with Spyro, he needs you now, as much as that young dragon needs me."

Without another word she dashed trough the corridor.

Cynder sighed and returned to Spyro's room.

Questions on that brief encounter were flowing in her mind like a river. The words of the grey dragoness echoing in her thoughts:"Not everybody forgave you…"

She slowly climbed over Spyro's bed, curling next to him.

Just by staying beside her purple hero, her preoccupations faded away.