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-Azotac
His senses came slowly back to him. However he didn't found himself where he remembered to be. Instead of the dead grass and the dull earth, under him there was something grainy, that gently brushed his scales. He opened his eyes, but strangely the dim light didn't hurt them, as it came from an opening that was a couple or less meters from him. He was laying on his back, gazing at the ceiling of what seemed to be a…hut? The structure was circular with the walls made of stone and the roof of big green leaves and tree branches.
"Weird…"He thought. He also found out that his head was posed on some sort of leaves-made cushion.
He then tried to move.
A jolt of pain coursed trough his entire body. From the tip of his tail to he point of his snout, every muscle, every fibre was contracting and burning in agony. He yelped at that horrific sensation and quickly returned still.
"Ok, ok. Bad idea"He said to himself. Then, his still lightly deafened hearing, caught some noises coming from the opening that seemed to be the entrance of the place he was in. They seemed to be mumblings, like someone talking at low voice. Then something or someone entered the hut, its shadow momentarily obscuring the light from his eyes.
"Spyro?"The figure called, with a too familiar voice. It took less than a moment to the purple dragon to identify the owner of the voice and his answer came soon after.
"Cy-Cynder?"He murmured feebly. An awkward silence fell in the hut, before the dragoness rushed in a jolt to his side.
"Spyro! You're awake!"Said the black dragoness, before nuzzling his forehead. She then stopped, her eyelids narrowing a bit.
"Don't you dare to ever do this again! You made us all worry sick!"She said, with a serious tone.
Spyro giggled lightly."I can't guarantee nothing…"He answered weakly. Her face returned to her concerned smile, before she posed her forehead on his. They stood like that for quite some time, enjoying each other warmth, which they both missed so much. Spyro wanted to talk again with her, but his mouth was arid like a desert.
"Cynder… Could I get something to…drink?"He asked gently. Her eyes widened.
"Yes, of course." She then leaned to one side of the hut, where there were a couple of leather sacks. She took the one on the right and laid it near Spyro. The purple dragon tried once more to raise at least his upper body, but again, his muscles contracted in pain. Cynder gasped, holding his back with one paw and her wing.
"Let me help you."She said smiling. She then removed the cap from the leather bag and posed the tip on Spyro's lips. He drank with eagerness the clear liquid which refreshed his whole body and eased a bit the thirst. He emptied the water reserve and emitted a pleased moan.
"Better like this?"Asked Cynder.
"Much better."He answered. She began to gently caress his neck, paying attention to not touch him on his wounds. Spyro meanwhile had the occasion to inspect himself a bit.
His whole chest and right shoulder were wrapped in thick white bandages, some of them were also stained with a sort of green ointment.
"If you're asking yourself what are those, they should be chewed medicinal herbs. They act as a painkiller, Auros gave them to the healer, which promptly used them on you."She said.
"Healer?"
"Yeah, after…well… what happened that night, your condition was…"She paused.
"Dire to say the least. So the Guardians sent a wind soldier to Warfang in order to gather some reinforcements and medical help."She answered.
"Luckily they arrived only several hours later. So the healer managed to cure you. "
The purple dragon nodded in response. In him, memories of the night of his liberation slowly came afloat. With them several questions reached his mind.
The dragoness caressed again him on his neck, until Spyro broke the silence.
"Cynder?"
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure"
"Where are we?How did you find me in the first place? Are the others fine?"He asked, worriedly.
"These are three questions, purple boy."She answered mockingly.
"Anyway, second issue first. We actually didn't know for sure if we would ever find you in the mountains, it was just our best and only chance and of course we took it. You can't imagine how happy we were when we found you."She said.
"Now onto the first question. We currently are at the Eastern Coasts, several hours of flight from Warfang."
"And how did we got there?"Asked again Spyro. The dragoness exhaled heavily.
"After the shockwave that came out from the mountain, we were all blown away and scattered in various direction for few meters. We managed to reunite after several minutes and that's when we found you."She paused, her gaze directing towards the light filtering trough the entrance.
Cynder tumbled over the barren earth for some eternal seconds, until she halted, her body scraping in the dirt. After the first moments of dizziness, she tried to stand up. Her mouth gaped in witnessing what was before her. The mountain as well as her surroundings were covered by a thick layer of light-grey dust. The dragoness coughed upon inhaling the air, but with the help of her wind element she managed to clear it.
"I need to find Spyro."She said to herself, trying to return to where she were before the shockwave. She began walking and soon after she saw a flame in the near vicinities. She got closer to the bright light, only to find Auros standing in front of her, with a stream of fire jutting out form his maw. They nodded to each other and then she followed him. Sparx's light appeared soon after as he added to the duo.
Others team members soon joined them, guided by the light. After a minute or so they found the remains of the stone and ice barricades, near them there was the lifeless body of a fire dragon, a spear implanted in his flank. Baldur got loser to the deceased soldier bowing his head and murmuring a prayer.
"Go and find Spyro, I'll stay here."Said the captain. The rest of the team nodded sadly and walked for another couple of minutes. Auros finally halted, before him a glint of purple reflected the fire light. Cynder speeded in front of him, but she stopped abruptly upon witnessing the violet dragon, her face tinging with pure fear.
"No…"
"I must admit that I felt my breath stop for a second when I saw your body…"She said closing her eyes, her face tinging with a sorrowful frown.
"Almost every wound you got was bleeding, like if you haven't been cured at all."She continued.
"Ancestors wanted that the soldiers had gathered several gems before the attack, so we used them to at least seal your wounds and prevent you to bleed to death, but…"She hesitated.
"But?"He echoed curiously. She sighed sadly.
"Your…heart wasn't beating anymore."She said finally.
The dragoness nudged his head desperately, trying to wake him up.
"No, Spyro. Please wake up."She pleaded, tears streaming from her eyes. They used every red gem they could, but the purple drake was still laying limp and still on the barren earth. Terrador moved closer to him, placing gently his forepaw on his neck, searching for a pulse. After few eternal seconds, the earth guardian bowed his head in defeat, his eyes closed with a tear sliding down on his cheek.
"No…NO!"
"My heart…what? How…"Spyro was disbelieved.
"The red gems were no longer working. I really despaired in that moment, I thought…I thought I lost you forever…"A tear sliding down her cheek. The purple dragon watched her in confusion and sadness, waiting to hear how they managed to tear him from death's grasp.
"Suddenly an electricity soldier, Morden was his name I think, offered to use his power to try to restart your heart. "She said.
"Sir, maybe I could try…"Said a soldier stepping in. His topaz scales and silver underbelly gleaming in the firelight. Terrador moved away from Spyro and left the soldier place his paw over his neck.
"He's still warm, maybe we have a chance."He said sadly. The dragon turned the youngster with his back to the ground, and implanted his talons on his left flank and on his upper-right chest.
"Stand back, please."
He then charged his talons and sent a struck of electricity across the purple dragon's body. His chest raised abruptly at the passing of the current. The soldier then placed his nuzzle on the youngster's one and frowned. He struck again, but obtained the same result. However after the fourth time, the soldier's muzzle tinted with a wide smile, as a feeble but warm breath caressed his muzzle. Spyro's chest was raising slowly.
"He tried several times but finally he succeeded."Added Cynder, wiping the tears from her emerald eyes.
"You did it!"Screamed Cynder, as the others sighed in pure relief, but before anyone could stay something, Terrador's booming voice struck the silence.
"Private Lance, are you in condition to fly?"
"Yessir!"Answered the wind dragon.
"Very well. Go and fly to Warfang as fast as you can and gather reinforcements and medical assistance. We will meet at the ruins of the Eastern Coast."Ordered the Guardian. The soldier nodded an in a heartbeat he flung himself in the air, disappearing in the night.
"In the end, Terrador took you on his back and we flew all night long to the coast, while the wind soldier directed towards Warfang."She concluded.
Spyro was speechless. He still couldn't realise all that happened to him and his friends in just few days.
"…It's my fault. If I had been more careful, this whole thing won't be ever happened."He said, sadly. The black dragoness covered him with her other wing, coiling her tail around his.
"None of this is your fault…" She reassured, caressing him.
"You don't know how much I'm happy to have you back with me."She whispered in his ears.
Cynder cuddled him for some other time and when he seemed to have calmed down, she released him, posing him gently on the leaves.
"To answer your last question. Our friends are fine and are really worried for you. Do you want to see them?"She asked gently.
"Yes, gladly."He responded. The dragoness nodded and left the hut, while Spyro's gaze returned to face the ceiling. He could glimpse some orange clouds painted on a blue-violet sky. He relaxed at that sight, his tensed muscles eased a bit, as he closed his eyes. However, his peace endured less than few seconds, because the silence was broken by someone entering the hut at great speed.
"Where are you, purple lump?"Said the voice. The dragonfly zipped towards Spyro position, hugging firmly his muzzle.
"I'm here,Sparx. I'm here."He answered. The purple dragon instinctively licked his brother, which yelped in surprise and in disgust. Sparx moved away a bit.
"Did you really have to do it?"He asked in disbelief, trying to remove Spyro's saliva from his wings.
"Yep, it's a way to tell you that I missed you very much."Answered mockingly the youngster.
"Yeah, yeah. Imma head out and give my self a clean from this…disgusting thing."Concluded the dragonfly, exiting the hut. Spyro giggled to himself, meanwhile three other figures entered in the room. He recognised instantly Nix, Gaia and Auros getting closer to him.
"Hey guys…"Said the purple dragon to his friends.
"Hey Spyro, how do you feel?"Asked Auros, moving closer to the purple dragon.
"I've been better. Cynder told me that you gave me these herbs, thank you." Replied Spyro.
"Well, you needed them more than I did. So no need to thank me."Stated the white youngster, smiling.
"I'm glad to see you're all safe and sound."Said the purple dragon.
"And we're all happy that you're still here with the livings!"Said Gaia. Nix slapped her friend with the flat of her tail blade on her rear.
"Gaia! A little tact."She hissed. Spyro giggled.
"I think we'll let you rest now. Tell us if you need anything, ok?"Said Auros, pushing the other two dragonesses to the entrance.
"I will, thank you."Replied Spyro before turning his gaze again to the darkening sky. Cynder returned inside the hut, curling near her purple dragon. She nuzzled gently his cheek, he did the same soon after. She then posed the side of her head on his neck, to feel his precious heart beat. A sound she thought she would never hear again. They stood together like that for some time, until Cynder raised her head and sniffed the air.
"Seems like they're preparing the dinner, would you like something to eat?"She asked him.
"Yes please. I'm starving."Answered the purple dragon.
"Ok, wait here. I'll be back in a second."She said before jolting up and running out from the exit.
Spyro watched her form disappear in the dim light of the already finished sunset and return with a big piece of meat in her jaws. She dragged a leaf and then posed the meat on it, preventing from getting in contact with sand.
"Here it is, would you like me to help you?"Asked Cynder.
"It would be very welcome."He answered. The dragoness helped him to raise his upper body and the to eat the dinner. Spyro hadn't eaten for several days so that meat tasted like the best in the world, as he ate with voracity the meal.
"Thank you Cynder."He said, nuzzling her cheek.
"You're welcome, handsome."She replied, winking. The black dragoness then stop up and laid her body behind Spyro's back, making his head rest on her flank. The purple dragon smiled fondly at her, losing himself in her eyes. He then posed his gaze onto her neck, where there was the collar he gifted her.
"I forgot how much you're beautiful when you wear it."He said.
"You're saying that I wasn't beautiful before?"She replied mockingly. Spyro instantly reddened.
"That's not what I meant-"He was interrupted by Cynder licking his face.
"I was just messing with you."She finally said, resting her head on his neck, caring to not touch his injuries.
"I love you Cynder."
"I love you too." Both dragons drifted into sleep.
Night fell on the camp of dragons, only the moons illuminating dimly the ripples of the waves. Laid beside the fire pit, Baldur was holding in his paws an iron helmet. It was slightly battered, with crusts of dried earth and a streak of blood across its left side. The captain noticed someone getting closer to him, but he kept his eyes fixed on the helm. The figure sat near the fire, Baldur exhaled heavily.
"You know, Master Terrador, I've lost countless soldiers during the war. I really hoped that the suffering would stop with the fall of Malefor…"He sighed"…But it seems I was wrong."He said. The earth guardian smiled sadly at him. In reality he didn't know how to properly answer or at least comfort a bit the captain. Eventually he posed his paw over Baldur shoulder.
"Dareon was a nice dragon, he'll be dearly missed."He stated.
"Yeah. I'm sure his sister will be heart-broken."Sighed the earth captain.
"Should we tell to Master Spyro about him?"Asked then Baldur.
"Not yet, my friend. I know the young dragon enough to know it would only hurt his emotional state and so his recovery. We should wait a couple of days at least."
"I understand…"
"Have a good night captain."Said finally Terrador, standing up and directing towards his resting place near Cyril. The captain remained alone beside the fire, his gaze now turned to the horizon.
The earth guardian walked slowly towards his makeshift bed and laid heavily onto it. He closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep. However after several minutes of shifting place, he still didn't managed to properly rest. He cursed himself and finally laid on his back, gazing the stars. His head was filled with thoughts and worries of all sorts. He knew that at least this was a safe place to rest for sometime, before prepare for their return to Warfang. He was also greatly concerned for the health of Spyro, even after the intervention of the healer. He felt a great sense of sadness and fear, when he saw his dire condition after the battle. The guardian still remained amazed from the fury he managed to conjure, despite his state. He just hoped that the purple dragon would recovery without suffering any permanent damages.
"Having some trouble with sleep, old friend?"Asked suddenly Cyril, who had awoken beside him.
"I'm worried for our young Spyro…"
"Like we all are. I'd say it's a really great thing that he woke up two hours ago."Replied the ice guardian.
"I know, it's just… You saw his injuries. They tortured him and not with their usual methods."Stated grimly the earth guardian.
Cyril stood silent, eyeing his colleague with a mixture of sadness and sorrow, knowing what he was referring to.
"…They used dark crystals. You saw how much pain they deal on adult dragons, what scars they leave on our bodies and…what are often the consequences on our abilities…"Added the earth elder. Cyril frowned deeply, as images of fellows comrades flashed before his eyes, their bodies torn apart and wounded by those sick monstrosities.
"Also, it's not an exaggeration to say that he saved us yesterday night, despite his horrible conditions and probably knowing it could have cost him his life."Continued Terrador, facing his colleague.
"Ignitus always said that Spyro never ceased to amaze him. He was definitely right…"Murmured Cyril, soon after he turned to face Terrador.
"He demonstrated to be one of the strongest dragon in the realms. I'm sure he will recover, if we help him properly."Concluded the ice guardian, resting his head on his own forearms and closing his eyes.
"Yeah…"Replied Terrador, gazing again the stars.
It took another full day of rest and several red gems, before Spyro could be able to at least stand on his own paws. His right foreleg still pained him a great deal whenever he dared to put too much weight on it, since the wound he received was pretty deep. The medic, which was a young silver scaled dragoness named Argentia, visited him hourly. The purple dragon recognised her from his days in the infirmary, as she was Aramis's main assistant. The healer changed his bandages, which permitted Spyro to see the state of his wounds. Most of them were sealed, leaving jagged scars along his chest, he also noticed burnings both on his left flank and on his upper-right chest. He guessed they were caused from the electricity used to restart his heart.
He was at least comforted by Cynder's presence, who stood by his side all the time, supporting him. During the second day Hunter and the guardians came to salute him and to see how he was faring. The elders worries partially faded away when they saw that he was progressively recovering, still a tinge of sadness remained in them, witnessing a so young creature dealing with those painful wounds.
Finally on the third morning and with the approval from Argentia, Spyro decided to leave the hut and, with the help of Cynder, he walked outside. The coastal landscape was indeed new to Spyro, since he had actually never been by a real beach. He noticed the presence of several rocky ruins in the sand. Some columns were jutting out from the terrain, some crumbled walls and bricks were scattered to the ground. They seemed to be very old, like they've been there for centuries at least. He decided to ask the Guardians later about those structures. He also noticed happily that everyone in the camp was taking it easy since the Guardians decided to concede some needed rest to the team. His friends were laid on the candid white sand, chatting with each other, when they noticed the couple coming in their direction. They stood up and met them half-way trough.
"Hey guys."Saluted the purple dragon. The others smiled fondly at him.
"Hey Spyro, do you feel any better?"Asked worriedly the white dragon. Spyro's friends eyed his scarred body, which now was bandage-less, cringing a bit at the state of their poor friend.
"Yeah, still not in perfect shape, but better than yesterday for sure."He giggled, a tinge of sadness in his words. Suddenly an idea jumped in Gaia's head.
"Well, since you feel better, would you like to come with us to take a bath? The water is beautiful and, actually, not too cold!"She proposed excitedly.
"We should ask Argentia her opinion."Said Cynder, before Spyro could react. She then nuzzled the purple dragon's cheek.
"I'm going to ask her, you guys wait here."She said moving away from the group. Spyro sat on the warm sand, eyeing aimless the horizon. Auros moved near the purple dragon which turned an inquisitive gaze on him.
"Nobody said that you can't at least sit with us on the shore."He said grinning. Spyro smiled at him, standing up. He winched a bit for his leg, but the white dragon supported him with his flank.
"C'mon, you'll see it's beautiful."
The four friends walked together to the shore, sitting just in front of the rippling water. A wave crushed in the sand and reached the purple dragon's paws, making him shiver for a moment. The water was indeed beautiful, its colour was of a deep sea blue, with flashes of green here and there that gleamed at the sunlight. A gentle breeze was coursing trough the air, moving gently the particles of sand and caressing Spyro's face, easing a bit the warm sun rays reflecting on his purple scales.
"Spyro?"Cynder called. He turned around, only to find her loved one accompanied by the medic. Spyro eyed the silver dragoness with curiosity, since he couldn't properly see her wholly during his permanence in the hut. Argentia was indeed a dragoness in her prime. Her silver scales and her blue eyes gleamed in the sunlight. Her underbelly as well as her four straight horns, were of a very light turquoise. She eyed the purple dragon concerned, before getting closer to him. Spyro retracted a bit, at which the dragoness giggled.
"Spyro, I'm not gonna bite you."She snickered. The purple dragon relaxed and let himself inspect from the dragoness. She eyed closely the worst wounds and after a minute she nodded.
"Well, my young hero. I think you can enter without the risk of damaging your new tissues. Plus the salty water could help remove eventual residues and disinfect, even if it could sting a bit. Just be careful on not straining that right foreleg of yours, ok?"She concluded eyeing the purple dragon right shoulder.
"Yes, Miss Argentia."He said, bowing his head. The dragoness giggled.
"Please, there's no need of such formalities. In fact, I should be the one calling you with a title."She responded smiling. She then turned to Cynder.
"C'mon, go and have fun."She said, gesturing with her head. The youngsters nodded and began to direct into the water, following their friends.
Spyro padded slowly in the crystalline liquid, until it reached the level of his upper chest. The waves pushing him gently back at their passing. His friends began to swim, going further on into the sea. Spyro began to swim too, helping himself with his tail and paying attention not to move too much his injured limb. He dipped his head under water as a jolt of coldness refreshed him. The drake re-emerged soon after, trying to increase his speed. The purple dragon noticed that his friends were walking on what seemed to be a pocket of emerged sand, like a small strip of shore in the middle of the water. He soon reached them and caught the occasion to admire his surroundings. They were at least twenty meters away from the shoreline, around them the water rippled gently carried by the fresh breeze, emitting a constant and calming sound. Small pockets of clouds passed slowly over the intense blue sky, occasionally covering the warm sunlight. Spyro watched his friends run in and out of the water, chasing them selves, flying up and dive in the deeper sea. He smiled at them as he finally felt at peace after the great suffering he endured. However even if he was recovering, he felt weaker than ever. Spyro shivered thinking about what he experienced in that cave and at the horrible feeling of his magic force leaving his body at each stab from the grublin. The purple hero raised his paw and looked at it. As small droplets of water ran down his violet scales, he focused on the residual magical power left inside him, it wasn't nearly as strong as it used to be and this worried him a lot, but he could still feel it. Soon after the droplets of water began to froze on his skin. He smiled in satisfaction, as he then conjured his dozed fire element and made the frozen drops sizzle and evaporate instantly.
"At least I didn't lose them at all."He sighed, slightly relieved. Spyro eventually closed his eyes and let himself calm down and relax, trying to detach from the agony of his body and mind. He welcomed the breeze, the waves, the sand and the nature around him. He could feel it, powerful and mighty, almost overwhelming to him. A smile tinted on his muzzle as he let himself drag away by everything, his mind relaxed and clear from any pain now.
Cynder reemerged from the water and noticed that Spyro was sitting still on the sand. She raised an eyebrow and got closer to him. She sat to his left side, her gaze scrutinising the purple drake. Cynder grinned when she saw that he was smiling, bathing in the sunlight. She took the occasion to admire him. Even after all he had suffered, his muscles still remained well defined. However the signs of the loss of weight were clearly noticeable, as his ribs were visible against his violet scales. Jagged scars ran along his flanks and chest and even if she had already seen them a couple of times, she still cringed, imagining the pain he endured. Her sorrow increased even more, upon seeing the burnt signs on his left flank, were the soldier used his electricity to save him.
"You're staring?"His voice suddenly broke the silence. The black dragoness was slapped out of her trance as she gazed dumbfounded the drake, his eyes still closed.
"…How?"She asked. Spyro lifted his eyelids, turning his amethyst eyes and his smile towards the most precious thing he had in the world. She was even more beautiful that he remembered to be. Her obsidian scales shimmering in the sunlight as well as her deep emerald eyes, which were watching him inquisitively.
"I heard you coming and sit there, so I took a guess. It seems I was lucky."He snickered. She watched him for few more seconds, before smiling at him and resting gently her head on his left shoulder. He covered her with one wing and rested his head onto hers.
"Cynder?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you, for being always with me."He said, lovingly.
"You know I would do anything for you…"She answered.
"I would too, for you."
They embraced each other, before pulling away when they heard someone giggling before them. Nix, Gaia and Auros were watching them, all content to see them together again.
"Sorry to interrupt guys, but I think we should head back. It seems they're making lunch!"Stated Gaia. The couple nodded and followed their friends back to the camp. The fire pit was lit with several pieces of meat cooking on a spit, the tasty smell inebriated the youngster senses as soon as they reached the shore. Spyro walked slowly towards his hut accompanied by Cynder. However before they could arrive, Terrador intercepted them. The great earth dragon smiled gently at the couple.
"Spyro! It's good to see you walking on your paws. Argentia told us that you're steadily recovering. " He said, with a smile.
"Thank you Terrador. I sincerely don't know if I would have survived much longer in that cave." He said grimly.
"…Speaking about that…Would you like to tell me and Cyril what exactly happened during your…Imprisonment? Of course if you're ready to."Asked carefully the guardian. Cynder watched apprehensively her purple hero while he pondered the question.
"Yes, I'll tell you all that I can."He answered finally. Terrador smiled warmly, nodding.
"Thank you. However we shall eat before that, don't you agree?"Asked the guardian. The two youngsters nodded, before following the earth dragon to the fire pit.
After eating their lunch, Terrador guided Spyro and Cynder towards a repaired spot under the shade of a ruin that emerged from the sand, Cyril following them closely. They sat in circle, waiting for Spyro to begin with his narration. The purple told them al that he remembered of his days in the enemy's grasp. The guardians and Cynder listened closely to what he said, frowning whenever he mentioned the use of the dagger on his body. He stopped after few minutes of non-stop talking, Cynder cover him with her wing to comfort the poor drake.
"This is troubling."Stated Terrador.
"Indeed it is. From what you told us, their interest just seemed to make you experience as much pain as possible. My question is…why?"Frowned Cyril.
"Vengeance? I mean, we defeated their master so it's logical that they were looking for a way to have a payback."Observed Cynder.
"That could be the case, but why don't kidnap you too, since you actually 'betrayed' Malefor and helped Spyro bring him down. It doesn't make sense…"Objected Terrador. They stood silent for some time pondering.
"Anyway, thank you Spyro for sharing your…experience with us even if it was painful. Now you can go to rest if you wish."Stated finally Terrador, breaking the silence.
"It was nothing. However before I go, can I ask you a question? It just got now in my mind."Enquired the purple dragon.
"Yes, of course."Answered Cyril.
"When I woke up outside of the mountain, before I used the fury… I noticed there was a badly injured dragon near you. Is he fine?"Asked worriedly Spyro. The other three dragons cringed at the question, their gaze dropping sadly.
"I'm sorry Spyro, but Dareon didn't make it."Answered eventually Terrador. Spyro dropped his mouth open, then sadly bowed his head with a tear rushing from his eyes. After minute of silence he spoke again.
"I'm sorry…It's my fault…I-"
"Spyro, please. None of the things that happened in these days is your fault. Dareon, as well as all the soldiers who swore loyalty to Warfang, knew the risk of his duty."He paused, caressing his crest with one wing.
"I know it's sad, but trust me, the best thing you can do for him remember his sacrifice and honour his memory. Do not carry over your shoulder faults you don't have." Concluded solemn the earth guardian. Spyro raised his head, wiping his eyes.
"Now, my young friend, go to rest. You'll need to recover as best as you can, before we depart tomorrow."Added Terrador. The purple dragon nodded, then stood up with Cynder and without another word he and his loved one directed towards his hut.