The Legend Of Spyro: Love And War Book 2

by Spyro and Cynder lover

Continuation Of Book One! With Malefor returned to normal, Spyro and Cynder in love, and everyone now back to their normal lives, another threat; Flint, the new Dark Master, will put everyone and friendships to the test, mixing lies and threats against one another. Death is around every corner, lives at risk, and sometimes, not even being dead means you're forgotten.

50. Chapter 50: Comfort From Your Scales

Chapter 50: Comfort From Your Scales

"I feel like an outsider in all of this! Everyone's simply vouching for Malefor's stupid ass all because they know him more than they do me!"

While Flair continued her rant; using the wide open space of the Guardians' Chambers to its full extent, Cyril sat to where they normally would've: nearest to the right wall from where Cynder and Spyro would normally lay. She continued to grind her teeth, the ice Guardian making no attempt to take up her space, and what was at this point Flair's Chambers, "How am I supposed to call this place home when it feels like others are out to get me?! 'Others' being the people within this home: the family that resides within it! Ignitus, Malefor, Spyro; it feels like everyone here wants me gone and nothing I do matters, but when I do something wrong, THAT'S the only time it matters!"

"They're just skeptical, my lov-" Cyril bit his lip, not only from the snap her head made over towards him to these surprising words, but also because he mistook the conversation and who he was talking to, "Ahem... ...Flair... I know what you're feeling right now. As you see it, living here is no different than your previous home. You were afraid Fabian or Argus would attack you in your sanctuary over what happened, and with how some have treated you, it seems history is repeating itself. But from how I see it, everyone becomes blind or afraid of things they don't understand."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I didn't trust Cynder when she was reverted. Even after she helped Spyro save the world, I wanted her dead. It took Spyro a while to get me to calm, remember?"

"Obviously. I grabbed your horn a bit ago and was ready to tear it off for what you put her through."

"We've all made those mistakes one time or another. I feared Cynder, Volteer feared Spyro. When Claire came along, all three of us rejected her love for Ignitus, especially after she tried to kill him. It was a mistake on our part... one that I've learned from, as did my brothers. That's why no matter what Ignitus said, I always believed there was good in you. Though it seems he's lost sight of what he's previously learned and is instead having his mind clouded by his duty as Chronicler."

"And you consider him your brother because...?"

"You haven't seen the real Ignitus. He's usually much more laid back, collected, and helpful on all sides. He and Terrador are the two who really kept us all alive and well," Cyril had more of an idea as to what could be going on inside that brain of the Fire Guardian, "Ignitus seems overwhelmed. He wants what's best for Spyro, Claire, and everyone else around him, but he views everyone new as a threat. The Rebels, Amara and Celina, the new dark master, Corvus himself... ...everything seems to be out for Spyro's life, and I know it leans heavily on Ignitus's sanity."

"Ah, so that's how it is?" Her continued back and forth subsided: her focus now on her male companion, "I'm assuming if he kills me, he can plead guilty but under the idea that he has mentally disabilities. This would in turn mean that no one would care nor question what he's doing cause he's stupid," Fire puffed from her nose, spitting words at this point, "The biggest problem about everyone else having a problem is that it becomes a bitch fest to see who's issue is more important and who's had it the worst. It's a pain in the ass because everyone always wants it to be about them, but when you bring your problems up hoping for help, you're degraded or looked down upon because their problems were far more difficult and exhausting. People like that should burn in hell."

"That's how my... previous lover, used to think. She thought that, because she experienced it, then so should I. If she could handle it, then there'd be no reason I wouldn't be able to."

"Wow. What a stupid bitch," Flair spat with every waking minute she had over that female, approaching him in the same fit of rage she was in previously, though for more reasons, "So, she's the kinda shit stick who goes through life thinking that she did it alone. Crazy how she supposedly had all this power and stature, but still relied on other items. Items being the bodies of others that she used to walk on and over, like some kind of staircase leading to her throne," Sat to the front of the blue male, it was clear he was avoiding saying anything against his previous love, and Flair sighed to see this, "Cyril... stop defending her."

Unknowing to the two, Volteer and Ersa finally made way to the Chambers, awaiting outside and ready to step in the line of fire. However, and in a way thankfully, the yellow female was at the front of her mate, taking a peek inside and around the corner of the Chambers. Seeing Flair still in a frustrated and seemingly flustered mood, it was clear that no one had died yet thanks to Cyril. Ersa was able to read body language well, and also heard in on what the new problem was from the firey female, "If this is how you're going to act, and with how the day's already started, I'm not going to be here when shit hits the fan."

Flair turned to walk away, forcing Ersa to duck back and out of the way, knowing if she were seen, it most likely would've ended poorly."Flair! Wait!" Hiding now just outside the Chambers, where she had seen what had happened and what was said, Volteer didn't, and instead continued his walk past his mate. She was quick, swift, and very agile. Her wings and arms wrapped around the male, spinning his whole body around and planting it against the wall. A claw dropped over his lips, her own hushing his sounds and telling him to stay quiet. He was a little confused as to why, but with how they were, Volteer couldn't help but make a joke, "You want to do Stand and Deliver now? Shouldn't you be the one up against the wall?"

"Wha-?!" Her voice was low, though her blush was loudly present, "That... actually doesn't sound like a bad idea..." Even as lustful as she was, the female proved more controlling over herself compared to the male, "No! I will not let you seduce me! Instead, I shall allow confusion to take hold!" She distracted herself, "After last night, how do you still have enough energy for such a position?! And why would we have sex in the middle of the hallway?!"

"You wish to mate outside and in the open, but not in the comfort of your own home?" He smirked, "Also, it's because of last night that I have so much energy. The walls being muted allowed your moans and pleas to run wild and gave me quite the work out. I guess there's some truth to running a mile while having fun, and though I might've been on top, you sure did squirm a good bit."

"I hate how sexy you are," The yellow female bit her lip, "Do you think anyone would know what we're doing if I rubbed up against you?"

"Your moan would be a very big give away."

"You know addictions can be treated," Hearing a voice off to the other side and down the hallway to where they came, Malefor had spoken with Carith at his right, "Bro, Volteer, there hasn't been a single day where you've let yourself... regenerate. How the hell are you able to continue your fun over and over every single night on the same scale? Wouldn't you be, I don't know... aching, I guess is the best word?"

"Hehe. That's not up to me. If my succumbs requests, I shall give till I die."

"Good to see nothing's changed," Ersa sighed, backing down and off from her yellow Guardian, "Listen. Flair seems upset for a completely different reason now. Let's give her space and allow Cyril to handle things. I know you're desperate to make things right, Malefor, but interrupting her time, her space, and her rant will do nothing but make things worse," The purple dragon sighed: what having happened clearly ate at him to an uncomfortable degree, "Thank you for admitting and wanting to make things right. Just, for now, talk to us and we can aid you in your struggles."

"So then... you two don't hate me for what I said? Or rather, aren't as upset as Flair is?"

"Malefor, you are a very special breed and a certain type of individual," Volteer knew who his purple friend was, "I've used to hold fear, and especially hate after believing I had lost Ersa to the purple dragons. However, I've learned that, no matter if you're some purple prodigy, or a standard everyday air breather, we all have our reasons behind what we do, and a heart to drive those emotions out. You've apologized, kept yourself calm as to not nip at Carith, and so I'd say that's a win-win for us as friends and her as your lover."

Malefor took his words to heart, truly over the moon to see the smiles of the three. Though where he smiled as well, it was obvious that too much help was given, and Volteer needed a turnaround, "I wish I were Flair, though. She must've felt incredible having the opportunity, gut, and will power to stab you. Oh what I wouldn't give to do the same."

"Knew you'd say something, ya yellow prick," Malefor grumbled.

Flair had heard Cyril's cry, and where normally she would've continued her walk, she allowed his words to get to her. The red female turned to see the Ice Guardian had made a quick move, standing directly to her front which was previously her back, taking note of how fast he was and proving her point that walking out wouldn't be so simple. For the male, he blushed for some unknown reason, though the female stayed stale, more so frustrated and annoyed than anything. Sighing to see he needed to put his best foot forward, Cyril didn't want to disappoint, but also didn't want to tell the truth either, "I... ...I... ...It's just... ...it's about you... ...and your... ...comparison, to Freya..."

"I didn't make a comparison to her," Flair didn't know where this was going, but she didn't like it.

"No no no-I mean, as in... ...me saying how you... ...compare... ...to Freya..."

Flair's teeth nearly snapped, closely wanting to follow the shattering of her world. To hear her name be put in the same sentence as this other female, and to think she'd be compared, maybe even used as an example of was all too upsetting. Cyril didn't mean for it to come off this way, and though he didn't understand what he had said at first, the sudden heat he felt coming off of her, and the slow, mid-way sharpening of her fins was a clear indication of failure on his part. Not knowing what he had done made it all the more unbearable, and he was quick to throw up his paws, "Wai-wai-wai-wai-wait! I don't know what I said! I don't know what I did wrong!" Her blade still moved to his neck, cuffed and ready to sharpen on one more slip up, "It's about you, okay! I have... ...an issue, but... ...I don't know how to say it without hurting you..."

Once again it felt as though their relationship was coming to a close: so soon and so unbelievably fast. The only idea she could come up with was all because of the most recent event, and this pained her to have to think about. Losing Cyril over something so small, and to know her voice was despised burned her chest to think about, "Don't... ...Don't you dare try and dump me all because my opinion was different than your friend's! All because I wanted to defend myself! Are you really so far up your own ass that you think only how you view things should be valid?! THAT'S WHY YOU DEFENDED HIM INSTEAD OF ATTACKING?!"

"What? No, Flair, of course not," He knew the way he was phrasing it sounded exactly how she took it, "It's not something bad, I promise, just... something I've... wanted to say."

"No. No, you know what. Since you think you're tough shit, either you'll spill these words, or," Scooting ahead, her chest nearly touched his, though her blade fully cuffed his stomach, "I spill your guts," Cyril's blush to how close and threatening she was being served to fuel the anger within the red female, knowing exactly what he was seeming so proud of, "Since you seem so keen on my rules, what was number two, Cyril? And if you know the answer, than you should also understand that option one will more likely than not keep your soul, depending on your content-"

Her growl wasn't a happy one, but she gave him a chance to prove himself, one to which he noticed and made sure not to disappoint. Looking down to sigh as to not blow in her face, Cyril rasied his head and admitted his hidden feelings, "Well... ...it's about how... ...you feel, about me. I don't trust... ...who you say you are," Flair's eyes widened, thinking fast on what that could've meant, especially in terms of her past, but thankfully to her, he continued, and erased those ideas, "That was really sweet of you to speak up against Malefor," Her face now turned confused, "Freya would've berated Malefor for his actions over and over again, constantly trying to one up herself against the opposition. She would've told me to stay away, slapped me across the face for not backing her, or ignore me completely because I didn't do something at a time I was unknowingly on."

"You're surprised that I'm a bitch, but not as much as Freya."

"I'm surprised at how caring and supportive you are," His words turned her once fire of death into a fire of uncontrollable red to her cheeks, "I... I guess I never really knew how bad I had it with her, especially not until I met you. I still feel like what I was or what I did was wrong, or was it that, what I was doing, wasn't meant for her. I don't know why I can't stop thinking about my failures in life... ...Maybe it's because I've had so many... ...and for me to lose the chance at a second life... and to make another... it felt like I was still in my rotting corpse of a body, missing the opportunity to ever become something more..."

"I won't kill him, alright?!" After hearing this, Flair had no choice but to put a stop to it: her blade dropping from his stomach and to the floor next to her, "But if I'm stopping myself from doing something, than so should you. I'm not like Freya and will never be. I don't want some little bitch boy to bark in my ear hole the same things I'm already saying. What I said wasn't meant to hurt anyone... ...it was more so a way to protect myself, and everyone else around."

"So then... what you said to Malefor... about us being family..."

"What a terrible slip up that was, but... ...I meant every word of it..." She sat down in front of him, "Like my emotions to you, I know that everyone here will be my last chance at anything really. My last chance to find love, my last chance to rekindle a dying flame of hopes and dreams. There's... really no one here that I disapprove of living wise, aside from maybe Ignitus but... ...I don't know..." After having such a small talk, it seemed to help her big time, effectively calming the flames within, "Do... ...do you think what I said was wrong?"

Cyril blinked a couple of times to hear this. It seemed as though Flair had suddenly turned vulnerable: her body eased, her head titled to its side as though she was ready to be scolded or hit, and the once vicious look to her turned more to a dropped frown. He was so blow away by her saying that he couldn't tell if she were serious or not, and because of this silence, her view continued to be laid out before him, "Maybe I went a little too hard on Malefor... after all, you have said he's like a child so... I should've expected such a response from him. And... I know Ignitus is just trying to watch after you all. I know that war wasn't easy, and losing the people that held you together... ...it'd be hard to let go."

"Whoa, Flair, easy!" The way she was describing it seemed to be a form of punishment to herself: her mind kicking itself and forcing fear to take over with no real reason for it to, "What you said to Malefor was perfectly fine! You stabbed him in the chest, not the heart, so it just goes to show you do have control and a heart in what you do!" His wings draped to her sides, acting closely to a hug, though he didn't push her forward, "Ignitus is a mixed bag. Not because of what you did, but because of what he's been doing. I appreciate that you haven't gunned it for his life, and instead have acted solely out of self defense."

"Do you... ...really believe in me?" Her eyes almost sparkled: his support being everything she wanted and more.

"You've done more good here than you realize, Flair. I believe in you because I know you'll make the right decisions," He smiled, chuckled even to keep his heartwarming nature flowing, "And don't go thinking that a wrong decision will somehow make you a lesser person. Everyone makes mistakes, but it's how you bounce back, that's where it counts. Don't be surprised if your recovery is so sudden. If you fall, I will catch you... I promise," Making his moves swift and easy, a gentle rest of his paw over her own was given, "You basically saved everyone in that room. Because of your relationship with Cynder: the trust and friendships you've made so far, I... ...I believe that, without you, things could've been worse, a whole lot worse," With him already sat, his wings over her back, and a paw to her own, all that was left was his move upwards thanks to his left paw, resting over the side of her cheek now and allowing her a cushion to lay, "And in many ways, I wouldn't call what happened in there a worse case. You stood up for what was right, protected those who otherwise wouldn't have had the strength to do so, showed no fear in the face of a malicious forces, and gave a much needed wake-up call to those who still couldn't see that their actions impacted others the wrong way," Flair much enjoyed his cuddling: from the smile he gave to the words that soothed her in a icy, warm blanket, "Don't stress about a thing. When everyone else arrives, I'm sure they'll agree that, you did a lot for us... ...you've, done a lot for me, too."

All felt right in the world for the red female: a little too right. Something felt off to her when it came to this all too enjoyable feeling. However, for once, and in a rare showing to that of a blood moon, Flair smiled gleefully. There was no reason to fear, nor anger to be had for what had happened. This time she was spending with him now felt all too much like a dream: everything she had ever wanted, This was how I envisioned my relationship with Argus... ...Is Cyril... really the one? Shaking her head at the idea, she wouldn't allow herself to be wooed so easily. Gently pushing herself off of him though keeping her paws to his chest, the blue Guardian understood her request. To her surprise, he backed his two paws and even his whole body, allowing her space as he believed that was what she wanted. He still kept his wings to her back, and now Flair really did believe this was a dream, "Alright... what the hell are you looking for?" He raised a brow to her asking, though seeing her smile in such a way, the connection the two had was all too exciting for him, "The backing of your paws. The slight move away to allow space while still giving me comfort from your wings. How did you know to do this without me asking? How did you know to leave your wings and nothing else?"

"I've made sure to learn everything I can about what you do or don't like, what does or doesn't make you comfortable. I still have a long way to go, though for this situation in particular, I went for a subtle change of pace," Cyril speaking his mind on what he had gather intrigued Flair: her wonder what he could've possibly discovered when it came to who she was and how she liked things, "From the feeling of your paws down to the gentleness of your voice, I could tell you weren't upset, more so confused. Confusion insights fear, fear insights panic. You've been through enough already, and so, I decided to give space while still holding my wings close to you, as to not force some kind of fear within that I was leaving, or that you were alone."

"Damn you~" What he had said and how he said it pushed all the right buttons for her, but this still didn't answer her first question, "Going back to the more wanting of an answer: what is it that you're after?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb, you little ice shard," He chuckled to this nickname, and her smile made it all the more enjoyable, "You're sucking up hard right now. Mushy words, carefully thought out advancements, trying to woo me over to your side of the court. Any man that'd pour his heart out as much as you did just now is after something, something that a female wouldn't appreciate being asked for."

"The secrets to the aerodynamics of a lobster?"

"What?"

"Nothing! Just... ahem. What do you mean?"

"Sex!" She finally blurted out, backing far enough away now that his wings were forcefully dropped from her back, "Sexual favors! Why else would you be helping me as much as you have?! Like a puppy, you listen to my commands, and when it comes to good behavior, there's always a reward, a treat, involved in what was accomplished! You never once left my side, were quick to understand what I needed and when, and even when I believe to be in the wrong, you defend me but also your friend in a way that's a win-win for both sides."

"Flair, I'm not the guy that does things and expects such hefty rewards. You're literally speaking to a man who had no reason to save the world, to save others lives when I could've simply thought of my own," Cyril had the time, experience, and memories to back his claims, "In your situation, this help that I wish to give is because this is the man that I want to be. I know you don't believe me in saying but, I want to protect something that matters close to me. I would put my life on the line to save others, and the war has proven that time and time again. But... ...I want someone of a feminine nature to come home to... someone who worries, cares, cuddles, and licks the pain away. What I'm after, what I'm fighting for now, is simply for you to stay, that's all."

His way of thinking made her teeth grind. She knew the man he was at this point, and it seemed near impossible to get him to slip up, "If that's what you're after..." Her voice cracked, "Than why keep me around...?" He smiled to her, and instead of allowing him to have his say, she outright admitted it, "ALRIGHT, FINE! Yes, I do worry about you! I do care for your well being! I cuddle with you, and allow our time together to consist of licks and slight kisses because I know... ...even though you could seduce me, or even use me... ...I trust you not to, and allow myself to become vulnerable under your strength," She sighed to have to admit this, though with the thought and feeling of no-one else around aside from them two, it was far easier to let her emotions show, "I just... ...after what I've done... ...what I put you through... ...had I been different: loving straight from the start... ...how would our relationship have changed? Would you have feared me simply because of what you've experienced? Or... ...would I have not been the personality, the exact type, that you were looking for...?"

Even though he knew he would die for admitting this, his honesty was still what he wanted her to know: the truth being one thing he'd never hide, "Well, to be honest, it wasn't your personality that got me hooked," He chuckled, "When I first saw your smoken' hot bod, I wished to be melted to your scales," Flair in one way growled, but blushed in another as well, "But that's not to say who you are isn't sexy as hell, too!" Cyril caught himself, "As I've said... ...you... ...understand, just what Freya never did. I'm fine to give away power, I'm fine to feel weak and frail under my female companion... ...but its when those exact weaknesses are abused, that's what makes me fear... ...makes me wish that... in a way... ...we would've never met..."

Had it not been for their time together, Flair might've taken that differently. However, under new circumstances, she understood him: far better than that of who her previous self was. The red female took her time, a breath, and allowed some closure to her blue Guardian, "I guess this is another situation of us both fearing the same thing... ...which... makes it even easier for us to understand each other on a more emotional level," She stepped back up to him, right to the spot she was before, "I know this is a lot to ask, and I know you're afraid of what I might do, but... ...please... ...continue to be who you are. Feeling a sense of power over you does help tremendously, especially since I know that you'll understand your place... ...even though I could totally kick your ass and kill you," He chuckled to her words, knowing to some degree that it was true, and her smile helped the situation, "But... ...that's not what I want. That's... not my long term plan," Making her move this time around, a few more steps forward were taken; both her arms raising up and wrapping around the back of his neck, "You're still on your way to becoming a father, you know that... ...right?"

She felt the goosebumps and shivers within and to his scales, enjoying the pleasure of her own words along with him. Cyril bit his tongue, trying to hold back his want to do more with this seductive female, "I really wish I had stabbed that guy... ...but what's the point in getting it once when we could become mates and I'd get it all the time."

"Don't remind me of last night!" She blurted out, "I cried enough tears over your words."

"You'll be crying more tears when we cuddle up to our egg in the future," Even though it was well know at this point, saying such a thing out loud burnt the faces of the two: their embrace and close proximity helping none in terms of hormonal needs, "Ahem... ...I mean... ...we... in a way know of, what might happen, but... ...what about our... ...next step?" Him now bringing up the obvious question of love was something she sighed towards: the male behavior clearly making its way through his veins, "No no no no no! I don't mean like that! I just... I want what's best for you... ...but I also don't want it to feel forced. If the time were to arise where we'd... ...say how we felt about one another... should you say it, or I? Because I feel like if I said it, you'd forever hate me as it'll feel as though I backed you into a corner..."

"Elaborate," Her raised brow made him believe he was on the right track.

"Well... ...if male behavior has proved anything, by me asking you for a... permanent, relationship of one's heart, there's only two things that you'd believe would happen. If you were to decline my offer, you'll think that I'll attack in you some way. You broke my heart, so I'd do the same to your own. And if you were to accept, the idea of me pushing for love or sexual pleasure will haunt you because you will never know if what we're feeling is true or forced," Cyril thought about it so much that Flair could feel his scales dripping water: sweat coming out from nearly every pore within his body, "But I don't want to leave you in the dark because I really do love everything about you, but by me having that love, does that make it uncomfortable for you because you don't feel the same? Uuuggggh! I'm sorry, I just..."

Finally putting a stop to all this worry and angst nature that pulsed through his veins, Flair took it upon herself to give back the aid he had given her. Snuggling up completely, her chest pressed against his own. The top of her head nuzzled the front of his neck, working its way up; slowly, and gently, making sure he felt her scales touch each of his individual ones. Feeling and hearing the grumbling purrs within his throat excited her, and gave all the more reason to continue upwards. His wings dropped back around her, holding her close in a chilling, but also warming blanket. With the top of her head nuzzled up to the bottom of his jaw, she angled her head downwards, giving him full control over her body. Even if he hadn't seen war in many weeks, the muscles he had still spoke volume. His scales still felt rough yet soft: his ice moving through the cracks in his scales to cool her, whilst his remaining body brought upon warmth that reviled a fire dragon. Even though she knew his strength was somewhat a fear to think of; strength that he could use against her, it was a vanishing one. Flair let go of what kept her away from living, knowing who to trust and when to activate her survival instincts. I feel like... ...when I'm with Cyril... ...the constant feeling of fight or flight leaves me... ...All I think about now is... ...sleep... ...or cuddle, Thinking of something mushy as these thoughts that came her way made her growl, but not without a smile, I've said it once before and I'll say it again... ...damn you, Cyril. For once, she hadn't felt a single thought of the terrors that the world could bring at any moment. It was her and the one she allowed to fall for. There were no regrets in the emotional connection between her and the Ice Guardian before her: a feeling of wet lips and the need to deal with the heat within burning bright. However, even as magnificent as their time was, she still kept a hold of her survival instincts, and knew at any second, someone would walk into the Chambers. It pained her to think they'd have to move, so much so that her own fire couldn't prevent the flaming pain she felt in her chest. For a reason she couldn't even understand herself, a tear dropped from her eye and onto the blue scales of her companion. Cyril was quick to feel the coldness touch the rim of his jaw, but even quicker to respond to it. His head back, slowly, and methodically. Looking down on Flair now, she seemed weak, frail, and rather depressed, "Whoa whoa whoa, what's wrong, Flair?"

Another tear formed from her other eye, but the back of Cyril's talon handled that. However, this only furthered her sadness. She thought about everything that he had done, and especially now, his claw could've easily slashed her eye out, but instead, he used his man power and careful precision to aid her weakened figure. He could see she wanted to break down in many ways, though with them being out in the open, it was near impossible. Instead, he worked with her the best he could, "Hey... ...I'll tell you what," He kept his voice soft, used carefully planned words, and kept his wings close to her surrounding sides, "I'll freeze Malefor in place and you can stab him through the heart this time around. Sound like a good idea?" She giggled to this, wiping another tear from her own eye, "To make you feel even better, why don't I and Claire freeze Ignitus two times over. Then, the only way we'd be able to help him is if you thawed him out. It'd be a shame if your flames gave him fourth degree burns but, hey, you're having fun, right?"

"Hehehe," Flair giggled once again, his words helping her plenty, "I actually wouldn't mind that. Though, I feel like you doing something for me and turning on your brothers would make some bitch ass purple dragon say something. I don't much care for the word, but I can already hear Malefor's dumb ass echoing in my mind when it comes to it."

"Malefor can go be a little bitch. Maybe I am blinded by my passion to please, but if it makes you happy and he suffers, I'll wear that name like a badge."

"SIIIIIIIIIIIIIMP!"

Malefor could no longer sit idle by, his voice erupting out into the open as he jumped out from the corner of where everyone else was sitting: lying in wait till the two were done. Immediate regret hit him like a rush of air. Cyril seemed to have no opinion on his appearance, somewhat smirking to know he'd say something, and to see Malefor didn't change. However, Flair's expression was far different. She backed from the embrace of her Guardian, head turned but not her body. Teeth of white, and a face of red from disgust made it obvious that she wasn't too pleased with his reappearance. Dropping sweat to see he had once again screwed up, luckily, his friends had his back, specifically, Volteer. Whistling in a low usage, it worked, and the purple dragon's head snapped to his left. Having his attention now, Volteer mouthed most of his words, trying to stay quiet, but also whispered to provide him with the information he needed, "Say exactly what I say, but don't look at me for too long. She might get suspicious."

This did little though. Heeding his final words a little too well, the purple dragon jumped, sitting straight up: still and tall. His pupils wiggled as he tried to do multiple things all at once: his vision balancing between the ceiling, Flair, and Volteer. His instructions were given, slowly, but carefully. The yellow dragon mouthed a few words one at a time, allowing time for Malefor to take notice. He did, and though his clear stutter and shakes gave away his nervousness and hidden agenda, he still obeyed the yellow Guardian, "Don't... ...s-s-speak-speak...! ...fran... frac... FRANTICALLY!"

Spyro and many others slapped their own foreheads, Volteer the same. Knowing this should've been expected, especially from someone as special as Malefor, the yellow Guardian stopped the plan for a second and said something else. Though, once again, Malefor found a way to dig himself a deeper hole. All of what Volteer was saying, Malefor mocked the same, his pupils clearly being directed to the red, already enraged, and pissed female, almost as though his words were being directed to her, "No you stupid bitch, that's not what I meant," Completely going off the rails now, these choice of words confused the purple dragon, and now he openly spoke to Volteer, "What? Why would I say that? You speak to Ersa was that mouth?" Unknowing to the confused and otherwise oblivious purple dragon, Flair stomped her way over to the male, "It's understandable if you call her dirty depending on what she's doing, but, let me just step-OOF!"

A mighty, powerful right hook connected to Malefor's right cheek. Flair held nothing back, attempting to either kill, or knock him out. She didn't do either, however, the connection to his bottom jaw seemed to twist a little too far over for a normal dragon. His body followed suit, the hit knocking him down and onto his side, a loud crack following from either the floor, or his bones. It was an attack he hadn't seen coming, causing pain that to which would've cushioned had he known. Flair put many in fear over this, her gaze turning over to the others, startling them for what had just happened. Many of the men either backed away or jumped, but the girls really saw no threat in who she was. Carith was the only one who acted, stepping ahead and appreciating none to the abuse her lover had taken on so far. She didn't fully commit to taking her stance, hoping and believing that Flair would give the purple dragon a second change. The red female saw it in her eyes that she wanted them to make nice, and for this fight between the two to come to a resolution. Flair scoffed, wanting and knowing what would've been the right call here, all she needed to do was make it, "LISTEN YOU LITTLE ORPHAN!" Malefor took that straight to the heart, seeing it as a low blow but understanding it in many ways was a purposeful jab, "I'm not asking for much! I had honestly started to take a liking to you, believing and eliminating these intrusive thoughts and nightmares where you killed, lied, or abused the powers you have! I trusted you, thanked you, and was willing to accept that you might've actually been different!"

"I'M SORRY!" Malefor nearly jumped up to cry, his head being the only thing he could raise, "Please... ...Flair, I know what I did was wrong and I will never disappoint you again!" She could tell why he was doing this: for her to admit that she no longer trusted him, or that she was unable to ever see him as a friend, the past of fractured friendships and bruised memories seemed close to happening again, "I was... ...I was sacred. I thought I wouldn't have had a voice, and that everyone was going against me simply because I dIdn't know what I was talking about in this situation. I want to make things right, to you, and... ...even the Dark Master," He stood slow, her fins sharpening with ever rise he made, and her stance changing from a stood to a knelt down for attack, "I promise... I swear to you that I will never let myself become that again: that I'll actually show my trust in you, and everyone else here. I hurt you, and in the process, I did the same to the faith and trust of everyone else..."

She could clearly see within him: his voice weighted only in truth, and his heart pained for what he had done. Flair wanted desperately to do more, to make him pay dearly for what he had done. But for what had happened then and now, she couldn't seem to bring herself to such a position of rage. However, the position of status and power was something she wouldn't allow to slip away, raising her ducked figure to a high and mighty, "YOU GET ONE MORE CHANCE! UNDERSTAND?!" Him ducking beneath her teeth helped her in a sense feel more powerful than him, so it helped her find others words that aided him rather than destroy, "I will never forget what happened, nor what you said. But I'll look past it, and instead thank you for not acting in such a vicious manner. Especially not in the way Spyro did," She glanced to the other purple dragon in disapproval, the male dipping his head in shame as he understood what he had done was wrong, "We make mistakes, and say things at the wrong time, especially things that aren't warranted by thought, but instead, emotion," She backed from Malefor, "When Argus died... ...I said a lot of... ...malicious things about Cyril... ...all of which I want to take back. While I can't change what I said, and neither can you... ...I don't want you to go through the same thing I had to."

"You're... protecting me?" Malefor raised his head high, in pure shock and awe as many others.

Flair growled, a blush appearing to her face as there was enjoyment to be had for her helping someone she knew, "IN EXCHANGE!" She made her intentions very clear, "Stop calling Cyril a goddamn simp! I've tried to better myself as I know I'm not perfect, and never will be... ...but..." The red female brought her voice back down, "Just... ...listen to me next time when I say something. I'm not after your life or, Spyro's or, anyone else's for that matter. I want what's best for the safety of me, and everyone else around. If I am to someday, somehow, have a hatchling with Cyril... ...I'd rather it not be born in fire."

"Hehe, you know, that's one thing I'm glad that you've never seemed to back out on. When it comes to your future with Cyril, you're protective, scared, and hopeful. You want what's best but don't want others to take advantage of that," Malefor smiled to her, and though he knew what he did was wrong, understanding her way of thinking hurt that much more to him for what was said, "Truly, Flair, I am sorry... ...I... ...I can definitely agree to your exchange. Maybe not the simp part but... I do believe in you... ...in your ability to take care of Cyril."

"Not happening."

"Hehehe. Should've seen that one coming," His laugh made many others join in too, "How about... ...please make sure to knee cap him every morning. Sound better?"

"What the-" The Ice Guardian had no time to intervene.

"Deal," Flair was quick to agree on that.

"Knee cap me, and I'll stomach cap you with a hatchling," Feeling confident in what he had said, going so far as to sit up straight with crossed arms, Flair's slow turn to face him proved he was seconds from death.

"Excuse you?" A new threat rose for her, Malefor now being completely ignored and Flair making her way back to her male, "'Stomach cap with a hatchling'?"

"Not that I would force such a thing upon you! Obviously I'd be right at your side! Till death do us part and-!"

Surprisingly, and in a movement that invoked wide eyes from all as they peaked their heads into the Chambers, Flair seemed to almost collapse into his arms. He was stunned by her sudden fall, her forehead hitting his chest and her body seeming to go limp completely. He acted fast, both arms and wings gripping her body in a swift yet calculated manner, grabbing at areas that wouldn't insight pain or discomfort. Her sudden fall sparked fear in the hearts of all; the family rushing to her aid as Cyril let out his cry, "Flair!"

Ersa was the first to hurry over, Volteer following close behind as they knew a quick evaluation could be given by the two. Making it up and around to see the red female's face, she stopped and watched her breaths. It was clear she was still conscious: her breathing and body movement active though heavily slowed. The sigh the yellow female gave, bringing forth a smile as well upon her lips, helped many already to see nothing was wrong. Cyril still didn't seem all too convince which was understandable when it came to the heart stopping moment he had just experienced, "Is she okay?!"

"Easy, Cyril. Flair's doing perfectly fine," The calmness, eye contact, and move to sit down in her usually spot afterwards helped him tremendously, "From how she looks, and with the way her body is moving, she seems very warn down. From what she had said before, I'm assuming last night was very emotional for you two?" His look to Flair made it very obvious: the desperation and need to protect her made it very clear to Ersa where this relationship was going for the two, "For what happened last night, and the start of today, Flair's most likely just emotionally exhausted. Some rest will do her plenty good."

"Should I take her back to the room?"

"The room that's been ass blasted?" Malefor asked in confusion; him and many others taking their seats down to where they normally placed their rears: Carith sitting off to her purple dragon's left.

"Oh, yeah, let me fix that," Ignitus had completely forgotten altogether on what he needed to do, a quick snap fixing the room from behind-the-scenes.

"Sex joke time?"

"Already?"

"What do you mean 'already'?! This day's already felt long as shit! All I would've asked was, could you fix anything you destroy?"

"Why?"

In the midst of the two talking, Ersa helped Flair down to the floor right to Cyril's left. The Ice Guardian decided best to make his way down and lay with her: his wing draping over her back and his head nuzzled to hers. He couldn't help but lay there for a second with his eyes opened, smiling to see, feel, and hear the breathing of the sleeping female next to him. Something burned deep within him, wanting to desperately say something to her. Though he knew it would've fallen on deaf ears, he still whispered his appreciation, "Rest well, my beautiful rose."

Peaking the side of her forehead with his lips, the short, nice, and comforting feeling she felt even in her sleep: a smile passed by her lips. He noticed this once having backed, and even more so now he wished to say something to her. But for now, he bit his lip and rested his head next to hers on his paws. Ersa moved from the way of the two, sitting off to Volteer's left and Trish's right. Now the row came together once again, Ignitus sitting to Claire's right, Terrador to Trish's left, and the following four next to each other. Spyro too sat with Cynder: the female having planted herself to her purple dragon's left. Getting back to the topic at hand, it wasn't all too important, but it was a question nonetheless, and Malefor wanted answers, "What I mean by that is... ...well... ...what if you destroyed that puss?"

"Two seconds," Spyro shuck his head.

"EAT ME! It's a fantastic question!"

"Okay, for one, you take no question is a dumb question to a whole nother' level. Second: why would I eat something with type three idiocy, type four stupid questions, and type five failure?"

"You know, if Flair was awake right about now, I feel like I'd agree with what she'd have to say ," Trish smiled to see nothing had changed, "You all just experienced tears, torment, pain, nightmares, and a run in with a dragon who can hold down an entire dimension on his own, and even after what seemed like betrayal, confusion, and a deep hold on the past that surely could've ended in someone's death... you all just go right back to being a family."

"Well, 'I' wanted to be something more like a father, but I'm stuck here because of the Dark Master," Malefor would've had things differently.

"It would take two seconds for Spyro to rip that dragon out of your body SO I COULD TAKE WHAT YOU OWE ME!" Carith was tired of the excuses, ready to make a deal with the devil, "Hey! Corvus! If you leave for at least..." She took a peek at Malefor, his hind legs, then him again, her focus went back to his chest, "Sixteen hours, I'll convince the other girls to then convince Cynder to turn back to the dark side. Sound like a deal?"

"Sixteen hours?!" Just the thought of going for so long made the purple dragon's legs tremble.

"You can't convince me to be evil when I already am," Cynder giggled to this, but it was a good try on Carith's part, "To be honest, I've already discussed it with Spyro, and I think taking back my role as an antagonist would suit me well," She had thought about it for a while, and the misadventures her and the love of her life could go on seemed too good to pass up, "Ooooooh, I just have so many thoughts!" The female jumped for joy, happily and rapidly clapping her paws together, "We can change the course of history! Instead of Spyro succeeding in defeating me the first time around, he loses, and lets himself become mine and mine alone to use as I please, if he so choses to live!" Many gave wide eyes to her such lustful thinking, "Or our time at the Dragon Temple! The Guardians were fools to sleep while I lay wide awake, attacking the purple dragon outside the building to where no-one would hear him moan!"

"Hehe, easy now, my pet," Spyro more so feared for his legs than anything.

"What is with you in the younger versions of yourself?" Malefor questioned her, "Ten years for the first idea, Ten years for the second idea, and some others where you'd be thirteen, why focus so heavily on the younger sides of yourselves?"

"Alright, fine! What about the event right after the Dark Master was defeated? Spyro had no way of raising even a claw. Makes me think being an antagonist than would prove very beneficial in my ways that I wish to have with him."

"So, literal death by snu-snu. Most likely, you'd bang him to death."

"What a way to go," Even though the idea was there and a little morbid if really thought about, the idea alone if successful made Spyro drool, "Let's put a pin in that one. A little rolling of the hips as I go in and out of consciousness from pleasure really doesn't sound like too bad of an idea."

"Rolling of the hips? So you really 'DO' want her to have sex with you?"

"I... ...I..."

"NO!" Cynder suddenly blurted out, surprising many and saving Spyro from the obvious red blush of enjoyment and hope, "No... ...no, this sounds too good to be true! What... ...what if our altercation with the Dark Master really did turn out to further destroy any chance of a future that we may have?!" Her emerald green eyes turned to Spyro with many emotions: fear, sadness, and anxiety all being present so suddenly, "Remember what we talked about? About how this all could just be a way of play, and no longer would we need to fear us turning on each other or the Dark Master?!"

"Of course I remember," His voice dropped down, feeling her pain and trying to understand why she changed so suddenly, "Cynder... what's wrong? You were so full of joy just seconds ago."

"What if I failed you?! What if... ...what if I failed him?!" Her words weren't quite matching up to anything able to be comprehended, though she let it all out and allowed somewhat of a connection to be found, "What if I said something wrong back in that room that proved to be damning, rather than aiding?! What if instead of standing in the Dark Master's way, I moved, but... ...what if he had attacked you!" For all that it was worth and for what had happened, Cynder thought all too deeply on one event now, though such an event could've proved to be very beneficial in the future, "Corvus!" Her head turned to Malefor, "Corvus, please! If I said something wrong, if I could've made a different choice that would've prevent you from killing Spyro in the future, please... ...please let me know!"

"Whoa, easy there, Cynder," She was scaring herself all too much in terms of what had happened; Spyro using his wing to cover over her chest to catch her in case of a fall, "If anything was done or said that would've angered or damned my future, our future, together, that would've been on me," The teary eyed female looked back up at him, "Attacking him might not have been the best idea. To him, he probably saw that as revenge for what he did to me, Kettu, and Xvar when we exited his mind," Even after the scuffle was over, it still pained him deeply to know of what he had done, "If this other purple dragon really was his friend... this... Artemis, character... than the last thing I want is to continue my journey of revenge."

Cynder didn't want her weakness to be a problem for her purple dragon, knowing that the best thing to do was to stay strong. With her pressure backing from his wing, he was able to freely sit now, void of the discomfort and possible need to prevent the female from making a rash move. Spyro knew of what he had in terms of strength and knowledge, and at all best he wanted to avoid another war, "I was blinded by rage when it came to killing Malefor. I was blinded by my rage for what the Dark Master had done. All that's ever accomplished was permanent scars becoming slashed into your, and my family's minds."

"It definitely didn't help things, that's for sure," Ersa didn't mean to come off rude, simply wanting to help him understand how the others felt during his fits of rage, "When the Destroyer was resurrected, all I could think about was a total collapse. You'd turn and kill Malefor, losing all power and strength to do anything at all. Our fight to do what was right, everything leading up to those moments, it would've all been for nothing," Spyro frowned to hear her say, having thought about it a lot and to a degree that she did, "I too wanted revenge for the time he took away from me and Volteer. But it didn't take long for me to realise that... after a while... I was no different than him, in terms of my actions."

"What on earth could you have possibly done that would've resembled who I am?" Malefor was quite fearful to know, "What, did you ask Volteer a million and one sex questions just to mess with him?"

"You're hate, anger, and rage was all directed to the Chronicler. He tricked you, and as such, with the supposed death of Carith, your emotions burned for such betrayal. Had I continued to hate you, the time I lost with Volteer from there on out would've been on me," The yellow female let on the truth, "It's easy to want revenge, but what we don't understand in that moment is just how much damage such a concept is."

"By the way, this is technically a jab at you, Ignitus," Volteer pointed a claw to him, "I don't mean to come off as disrespectful or ignorant to the situation at paw, but why should you care what someone else did back in the day? That's like if me and Ersa fought, and then you butted in trying to fix a situation you don't belong in," The Guardian of lightning took notice to the wide eyed expressions of many, realising his tone wasn't out of feedback, "I don't mean it like that!"

"Point is, I'd say were better off not worrying about such an issue," Spyro was sure to defend the Dark Dragons, "I'd say, in all this, we're the aggressors. Going after the Dark Dragons because of someone else's ideals or actions makes growing as people useless. If Kettu and Xvar wanted me dead, I already would be. Back when we first met, they tried to shield their identities and their hearts from my knowledge. But, as time has gone on, they've not only shown their true looks, but have their hearts exposed for easy use if I need to use their darkness."

Ignitus took a heavy sigh, knowing where he was going wrong and making his best attempts to understand both sides, "I'll give them a chance, that's all I can say for now. I don't appreciate that, in a timeline sense, we're basically a guinea pig to everyone else. It'd be much easier if I knew in the long run whether or not this would become an issue, but..."

"It doesn't matter if we make a mistake or not as that's just a given. The problem when it comes to who the Ancestors are is the plan they seem to have already laid out. They shouldn't decide when someone falls in love, or who wins and loses. I get that there is freewill in your decisions, but punishing others for not seeing a laid out plan that no one alive could see, it's just pathetic."

"There's a method to their madness. What that is, I don't know."

"So you'd accept the death of Claire if it meant someone else would live? And if it fell within the accordance of this... plan?" Malefor raised a brow.

"That's... a difficult question to answer, considering if I said yes, history would repeat itself."

"Wait... ..what?"

"Excuse me?!" Claire had her reaction of anger, but many more showed confusion, "That's a difficult question to answer?! So, you're saying if someone in fact would live-you... No, that's..! I can't believe you're giving this thought!"

The angered and enraged female nearly shoved herself from Ignitus, displeased to all accounts by his saying. The Guardian of Fire took quick notice to his choice of words, swiftly fixing himself and turning to her fully, "That was the Chronicler side in me talking, not myself!" She showed small tears, seeing herself now as expandable, "I didn't mean to say it like that..."

"Good to know I'm some... PAWN to you!" Her flustered feelings made her thoughts race in unproductive ways, "Is that why I'm here and not some other bitch that you know of?! Because you know that my death is meant for someone else's story, so once I die, you can actually find the right person to love?!"

"No, Claire, I..." Another problem and struggle arose from his use of the Chronicler's power, though for once, it was unintentional, "For all the time we've spent together... The late nights we stayed awake: laughing, cuddling, kissing one another, and going into every little weakness that I have mentally and physically... you really think I'd give you away just like that?"

"You know I've always been skeptical about you," She growled, "Is that why we aren't mates? Is that why you don't wish to do more? Because you have the low standards of leaving me to die but not low enough to allow a hatchling to die within me?! Or is being burden by something you don't wish to take care of so much of a nuisance to you!" Claire seemed to hold nothing back; Ignitus laying his head low while others held their heads back for her choice of words, "Well?! Which one is it?! Or is this a difficult question as well because saying yes 'WOULD' be in line with what the Ancestors want and not you!" The blue female nearly spat "But then and once again you'd use what others know and not your own knowledge. So basically I'd be dating a completely different guy 'cause in reality, you have no personality, so you use others to make yourself seem better."

No one dared say a word, though with all the yelling taking place, two souls woke in a small and irritated growl. Flair was the first to shift herself, letting a display of teeth shine for all to see upon her awakening, "Can you all shut up and quit being so damn loud," She was half asleep, her body still wondering what it wanted to do in terms of awakening, "Say some snarky ass comment Malefor and you'll see how much fun it is to have a rock thrown through your teeth."

He didn't say anything, to the thankful sighs of many considering what was already going on. For what he had caused in his saying, and for the pain his brought upon many others for his actions, Ignitus took his stance carefully, making sure these such thoughts of hers wouldn't continue to flutter, "I... too... am sacred of the Dark Master. I don't want for us to be taken advantage of... or for you to have to suffer the loss of so much more..." He didn't raise his head, only angling it up more with his eyes to better view her, and to look into her own, "I love you, Claire, with all my heart. And without the knowledge of the Chronicler, I can, will, and forever and always say that you are the one for me, the one that I love... ...the one to which... even in death, we'll never be apart," Her growl was the same as Flair's, teeth display the same as well, "I already have working what I've done before... what I... have forgotten to do. My duties as the Chronicler will carry out thanks to my clones, and if such a life threatening event is to show itself, they will let me know."

"Why didn't you stay that way before?" She was very hesitant to trust anything he was saying now.

"After the Destroyer's second appearance, I grew... very, very protective over, my son... ...once again repeating history on something I should've stayed away from," Her stance changed from aggressive to defensive, hearing him out on what was being said, "I fully committed to my position as the Chronicler, keeping watch constantly and ready with millions of ideas to help, erase, or deal with the remainder of possible appearances of threats, villains, or other emotionally daunting tasks. I should've let sleeping dogs lie... I... should've trusted that Malefor would've made his fear, confusion, and displeasure over such a situation known to a point Spyro would've trusted him again."

"And nobody knew it was me," The purple dragon rested aside Carith rubbed his paws together.

"That's obviously, totally, and completely, true," Spyro nodded in agreement, "You're literally the only one who could've come up with an attack plan that would've failed that spectacularly."

"And I would've gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for these meddling Guardians and their females... also, Cynder."

"Spyro, you don't have to fully commit to freezing yourself in a time crystal to get away from," Cynder giggled, raising her tail blade up and to her purple dragon's neck, "If you don't want to be together, just say something. I promise I won't bi... ...okay, that's a lie."

"Oh, hush," Spyro reached his paw down and grabbed a paw full of her left butt cheek to which she jumped, gasped, and blushed for, "I'm getting me a piece of that cake one day or another."

"Grab my ass again and 'she's' gonna come out with a number of choice words."

"What? Is 'she' gonna talk about how we should do it on the side of an active volcano, but then you'll deny it was you."

"That actually sounds kinda hot."

"Hehe, literally."

"You said Spyro's trigger word!" Malefor caught on, clapping his paws and pointing it out.

"You're my trigger word!" The other purple dragon slapped his paw to the ground, "A trigger for a headache, that's for damn sure!"

"Hehe, funny enough, Malefor's actually my and Volteer's safe word," Ersa's words stopped all manner of conflict all together; widened eyes, disgusted and confused faces were prevalent to many, each giving their own reactions of shock.

"Why..." Malefor nearly fell to his knees, "How... How on Ancestors green given earth... could I possibly be... ...your safe word...?"

"My brother, have you seen yourself in the mirror?" Volteer raised a brow to him in more so of a mocking manner, "The idea of how you speak, look, sound, and ramble about the works of all things good and evil is just such a massive turn off."

"YOU HYPOCRITE!"

"Rather be that than a virgin."

"Rather be a virgin than a HYPOCRITE!"

"Flair could most likely tell you that you're both, Malefor, especially with how the beginning of today went," Ersa took her jab, and she was very much successful.

Malefor raised his breath, chest, and looks high and mighty before letting go of all manners connected to strength for such a comment. For now, his flattened figure crossed arms, having nothing to do with this conversation anymore. Still, while one problem was taken care of, if even considered an issue at all, Ersa had an idea to benefit both parties, "Spyro, going back to your fears, maybe it'd be best if the Chronicler showed us these nightmares so we too can understand your struggles," The yellow female looked to the fighting couple, "After that, we can see what a life without the Chronicler's input would be like. Time and time again, Flair has had every right to gut you, but her deciding against it showed true growth and maturity in her decisions."

Ignitus liked the idea, though he knew for what he had done, he needed to make things right with a lot of the family he was with, "Claire..." His head stayed low, though her lips stayed high: showing her teeth and displeasure upon him, "I know I'm in the dog house... ...the very... very, far back of the house, so... I will tread lightly on what I have to say," Her arms crossed as she sat, waiting for him to make his move, "I will make things right with Flair... and I will do the same for you as well. I just... ...I need a little bit more time. I don't want to just... come off of the powers that I have so suddenly. It's unfortunate... but for what you've said I do fear something like that could happen."

"Then why are we even still together," Her hissed nearly followed with venom, "If you want what's best for me, why won't you tell me to leave? Or is that because my body will be used as some shield to protect those you ACTUALLY care about."

"Claire..." He didn't like seeing her so heated, and even for herself, she didn't want to be this type of person, especially not to Ignitus, "The Ancestors don't tell me everything... and the Dark Dragons don't give me much either. For what it's worth, I don't... know... who to trust. Maybe that's what the Dark Dragons are after, but... ...I want what's best for you: what's best for all of us... ...what's best for our future, and our little one... ...together," Claire tried to stay strong, but his tone of voice, eased approach, and true pain within was felt to her core, "I'll make things right... ...I promise. Even if that means trusting my enemies... I will make such an exception... for the betterment of your health and many others."

"You literally sound like Spyro and it's so goddamn annoying," It had taken some time, and though Cyril helped tons in comfort and rest, Flair fought through as there seemed to be more going on even in rest, "Stop being a little punk ass bitch," She raised her head and opened her eyes, not wanting to move from the love and enjoyment she was getting from her blue companion, "Look at all of us here. You really think yourself to be so self centered that you just HAVE to take it on all by yourself. What happened to being brothers, huh? What happened to going to others in dark times? You act like you've taken on the world all by yourself and are simply stepping on those who have helped before-simply because they wouldn't understand? That's the whole point of a problem you dumb bitch."

"Yeah, you dumb bitch," Malefor wanted to have fun while the going was good.

"You're lucky I'm not over there to backpaw your ass," Terrador growled.

"My popsicle fortune says you ain't got the scales," The purple dragon's view turned to Carith, seeing her looking down on his exposed area to find out his true meaning, "Oh, Carith, that's right. You gotta lick it for a bit before you get the stick to appear."

"Shut up!" She pushed his face away, blushing in anger over him saying.

"Anyways," Controlling her anger was in complete part due to the sleepy ice dragon next to her, "You're not a solo act, or some main character who thinks the world works in their favor. Stop acting like a male and understand that what you're missing is weakness," Ignitus turned to her, wondering what she meant by this, "You're afraid of being weak because of what the war taught you. Weakness means death, blood, and loss. But in reality, weakness means growth, understatement, and a perfect time to reflect on who you are and what that means. In times like these, you shouldn't continue your heroics."

"That does make sense if you think about it," Volteer agreed, "We can't always have our chests puffed to the max and in a show of power and safety every second of the day. Before, in battle, we'd struggle, cry, fight, and bleed our hearts out. But for the day we show our faces to those who seek our safety and smiles, we gave that to hide the truth. But, for everyone here, hiding that truth does more damage than good."

"In other words, we're adults, and we understand how the world works," Ersa joined in to finish things off, "Be strong when others are weak, not when it isn't needed, or else for the times you do need to show strength, you'll fall short, and only then will you disappoint. Drop low, cry, and let your pain be known to us all. Hatchlings aren't around to be afraid, the public isn't here to take worry: it's simply us and your family. Now is the time unlike any other to let those emotions flow."

It didn't take long for tears to make their way to Ignitus's eyes. He seemed confused, torn, and twisted on what he should or shouldn't believe. For all it was worth, there really was nothing he could say for certain that would keep him from feeling doom approaching the corner of his life, The timelines, Corvus, The Dark Dragons, my son's life, Amara, the City, Warfang, conflicts in other regions of the world, the constant need to help my brothers in another time but I'm stuck, the useless and futile feeling that I have in the world's grander plan, I...! Claire's paw gripped his own: the cool feeling sending a jolt of sadness yet joy at the same time was another convoluted mess for him. His eyes raised and directed to hers, his tears dropping down to see her worried though smiling looks. He knew she loved him, and for the caressing nature she gave to his paw below, there was one thing he knew for certain. Flinging his body forward and embodying her scales, the two shared a well needed and emotionally felt hug. Ignitus dug his head to her shoulders while she rubbed his back, tears of her own forming as she smiled on her weakened male. Seeing him at a low point was disheartening, but for him to be open and honest was exactly what she, and the Red Guardian especially, needed. Flair rolled her eyes and scoffed for this, mumbling under her breath though still able to be heard by many, "I always have to fix these dumb ass problem around here. Not like I get rewarded or anything," Her body jumped at the sudden feel of a cold yet warming paw grabbing at her back end, and with a quick look to her side, the Ice Guardian appeared to be smiling, "Do you wish to die?"

"Thought you were inviting me."

"Now I am... ...to die that is."

"Oh~" Cyril's enjoyment over her words sent shivers of joy throughout his scales; a blush forming to Flair's cheeks, "Pin me down then, you flaming goddess. Take what is your!"

Gripping his snout shut, her fins were also used as intimidation, each one sharpening to a point that poked at his surroundings, "Show some self control for once in your life!" Taking her paw back, she pointed at him with a claw, "Stop being frisky and start being flirty. I get you basically have no idea how a female works, so I'll give you a pass. But I'd rather have the Cyril I had last night than this one before me."

"A balling pile of tears and desperate need to be hugged?"

"You making fun of me for last night?"

"What?!" The Blue Guardian laughed, finally opening his eyes to look at her, "Don't you remember? After you had practically fallen over for what I had said, I went about tears as well," She did remember the event as clear as day, but hearing him speak on last night's event helped her see the light in his eyes, "I feel like... for once... I'm making the right decisions. Even when the time comes where I make the wrong ones... you give me a second chance, and allow me to prove myself."

"After you didn't leave me for what I had said and did the time after Argus died... it was the least I could do."

"There is... something else you could do to help."

Her fins sharpened once again, believing he hadn't changed, "What did I just say!"

"Hehe, easy, Flair, easy. I didn't mean like that," His tone was honest, and his smile was true, "I... would like you to smile around here. And, I know, I know... I can't tell you what to do or force you to do anything... not that I would to anyone. But... I do hope that you feel safer... more at peace in this... place you now call home."

She sighed to hear him say this, seeing another Spyro situation to which she didn't like, but she wasn't against it. Instead of fighting back against him, she snuggled against his neck. His purr she felt through his scales, though lost the feeling on the way down to his paws. Once her head laid back to another set of paws, she felt comfortable enough to speak in privacy, "I'm... getting there. Once Ignitus figures his shit out and this day gets the hell over with... ...I feel like a more... next-step talk would be in order."

"Hehe, oh no. I'm assuming this, next-step, is death for me?"

"Depends on how you play your cards. Next step could involve a little more... contact, between me and you."

"So, still death."

"Goodness, you're hopeless."

"And lost... without you that is."

"Kiss ass."

"The best place to kiss in my opinion."

The embrace Ignitus had shared with Claire in many ways cleared such a clouded and convoluted mess of a mind. Their heads didn't back immediately; their foreheads making contact first, and each sharing a breath together: one that they could both feel was from love, and understanding. Ignitus felt much, much brighter in terms of emotions and feelings; his head backing in a bright smile, to which Claire gave as well to see the change she had made, in due part from the help of Flair. The flaming Guardian took a sigh, knowing what he needed to do and what he could come to terms with to better himself, "Flair's right... ...In many ways, I haven't been the man nor future husband to you that I should be. I keep trying to put my trust into the unknown without accepting what I have in front of me. I... failed... where Spyro succeeded. Instead of making up assumptions based off what others have experienced, I instead should've taken my own approach to the situation, and learned to find truth, and a heart, even in an enemy," The growl Flair had given to his words made him think back and swiftly correct what he meant, "Not that you're an enemy!" He looked to her, though she wasn't facing him, "I won't make the same mistake again, and I will further improve who I am for as long as I live. And... ...I understand your frustration, Claire."

"Speak on it well enough, and I'll upgrade you from dog house, to couch," She raised a brow to him, the Red Guardian chuckling for this.

"I... ...I basically degraded who you're supposed to be to me. I looked to the Guardians for guidance, not you. I sought help from others on situations they wouldn't understand, and treated you like someone who couldn't be trusted with what I was going through," She tried to stay tough faced: her arms crossed, her claws rolling in a row on her arm, and a decently puffed chest, "Had I talked to you... ...had I allowed your chest to give me grace and a place for tears... ...your arms and wings to hold me close... letting me know that I wouldn't be alone in this... that you'd love me even at the end of it all... ...I..."

"FINE!" At this point, he was beating himself up over what he had done, and whether that was a good thing or not, Claire had heard enough, "You can have your bed back. OUR, bed back," A tear pushed its way out from Ignitus's eye, his smile and cheerful chuckle hit Claire's heart in all the right ways, "See, this, THIS, is the Ignitus I fell in love with. It's a fearful thought to think that, had I actually killed someone, you would've abandoned me, and at all points tried to wack me away like some useless fly. I don't like thinking that what we have is fake, and you're simply lying on who we are, what you yourself are, and what us being together means."

"Claire... ...I don't show it... though, with you... I know I should..."

"Elaborate... quickly!" Malefor was confused on his pause there.

"When the Guardians aren't around... when my brothers are off with complete... strangers, to me, I guess you could say... ...I... ...feel like crying my eyes out for seeming so alone," Ignitus no longer hid how he felt, finally allowing those around him to get into what made his actions so inconsistent, "I don't hear my brothers snoring, I don't trust what the outside world could do to harm anyone here, and... ...I know this sounds stupid, but... for some reason... I still don't trust some of you here," His eyes focused to a couple, and he gave his reasons, "Trish to me is a mystery, Ersa I've feared to have gone mad at some point during her time alone and may be trying to use Volteer one way or another, and Flair... ...well, Flair's obvious."

The red female growled to him. Trish ducked her head for this, feeling completely out of place now and unable to coup with a burning sensations of displacement. Ersa simply raised a brow, believing he was thinking about things too much now, "Ignitus, you are thinking about things WAY too much at this point," She smiled as to show no hard feelings, "Trish isn't someone you should be speaking down on to. Last I checked, Terrador's smile was locked behind close doors for fifteen years and Trish was clearly the key to that, and his heart. Me and Volteer were quick to inspect and agree that Trish is, and forever will be, a perfect match for Terrador."

"I one hundred percent agree," Terrador smiled, a fist to his chest and smile to the ceiling.

Trish took a massive sigh to this; the Green Guardian rubbing her gently with his wing to help soothe her as well. Their eye contact was special; the female using his gaze to, in a way, pick herself up. She did so with a nuzzle, making her scales known to his side and neck region. With one name cleared, Ersa knew it wouldn't take long to clear someone else's name, "As for Flair, let's all be honest with ourselves. If she wanted Cyril dead, it would've already happened. Flair might have patience, but do you really think she'd put up with him with no reward to herself other than silence?"

"It's also very obviously clear that any death that comes upon his soul caused by me would most surely be warranted," Flair for some reason snuggled closer, not that she wasn't far way or anything, but simply to move in more to feel the Ice Guardian's scales moreso, "Also... if you think I was somehow acting that day when I woke up in a fright and obliterated the ins and outs of Cyril's body... ...then I must've been the best damn actor to ever exist, or you were the biggest idiot known to man."

"Hehe, and here I thought I'd be the one doing the penetrating," Cyril's laugh was swiftly met with sharp stabs to even his throat by Flair's fins, "How dare you, Ignitus! Don't you ever doubt my female again!"

She eased off, liking the idea of him fighting for her views. All that was left was Ersa, and she herself laughed to Ignitus's views, "Well, as for me, you're funny to think I'd dip on this hunk. Time with the yellow, and it'll never be mellow. Also, through hell and high water, I finally got what I wanted and would never take my life for granted. You really think me to be so bashful and ungrateful for what I have that I'd turn my back on Volteer?"

"You did a good number of times last night though," Volteer purred low.

"Case in point!" She pushed her paw over his snout, his tongue still hanging out in a goofy manner, "Anyway, it's a good thing you are saying this now. Even if you do feel comfortable with who we are, that sense of gratification and reassure will surely bring comfort down the line. While the Chronicler side of you, and your own mind itself may clash, this memory that you've made now will forever live on as an important role in your future."

"A core memory," Malefor knew what she meant.

"And, as another way for us to grow as a family, with Spyro's acceptance, I see no harm in allowing us to understand and better prepare for future nightmares within him," Ersa faced the hesitant yet understanding purple dragon, "I... unfortunately have to admit that, even with the time I've known you, I still fear you, Spyro, especially after the show and image we got from your altercation with, Corvus."

"Yeah, I... kinda expected something like that to happen," Spyro frowned as he knew his image would've been altered due to his failure, "I too thought about how I looked and what I was doing. I'd... agree, to you all seeing my greatest fears, or rather, what was experienced during my time in that nightmarish hell. It would save me the trouble of having to explain it, and... you'd all be able to see a more clear image on how I felt."

"Oh!" Malefor had a perfect idea, "Volteer, do you still have kernels?! Thee-thee-thee... aww, hell fire... ...the bitches that go boom!"

"Popcorn kernels?" Volteer raised a brow.

"Yeah! You still have some, right?! And with butter?!"

"Well, yeah, I do but..."

"Awesome!" The purple dragon ran around Carith and headed straight for the Chamber's entrance, "I'ma go make us some popcorn! Don't start the movie without me!"

"What movie?!" The yellow dragon wanted answers, but Malefor had already run off

"I think he's using Spyro's nightmares and fears as entertainment value," Ersa had an idea, though immediate regret and a sense of death hit her: her voice suddenly blurting out, "MALEFOR! WAIT!"

She rushed forward, making it only a few steps ahead before Volteer realized it as well. His gasp turned Ersa's head, the two locking eyes in horror, "Our room!"

"If you're serious about the entertainment thing, make sure to save a kernel so I can jam it into your eye and heat it up so it'll explode within!" Spyro called out to him, showing some teeth over the other purple dragon's thinking.

The Chambers went completely quiet after this, the family awaiting Malefor's return, unknowingly heading straight into dangerous, and most certainly, embarrassing territory. Volteer's heart raced, as did Ersa's: their beats bouncing their bodies, and with sweat dripping from every pore, they held ready for what was to come. It hadn't been that long, but in this short amount of time, a discovery was to be made to which burned the eyes of a single dragon. Malefor, making his walk back to the Chamber entrance, emerged from the left side of the hallway already. His walk was stiff, his mind was blank, and even as his head arched to the two yellow dragons in back, he said nothing. The mates swallowed hard, hoping deep down this was a fear over something else, but it was clear that the truth would let itself be known upon Spyro's asking, "Ground control to hollow skull, come in hollow skull," Malefor seemed to look down in defeat, then up to the mates once again, "I'ma pull a Corvus and deny the idea of repeating myself."

"Malefor... ...don't," Volteer stepped forward, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Volteer..." The purple dragon seemed unable to control his breathing, though not in a bad way.

"Malefor! Malefor, listen to me!"

"Dude... Dude, I'm... I'm gonna laugh, I... I can't hold it!"

"YES YOU CAN!" It was a losing battle for the lightning dragon, "Remember that time Cyril disrespected you and wouldn't allow you to keep that snake?"

"What?" Many asked in confusion.

"Volteer... I..." The red, puffed, and seemingly ready to explode cheeks were visible to all from the purple dragon.

"I let you keep that snake! I went out and saved that slithering little prick!"

"Why were you being a bitch, Cyril?" Flair didn't appreciate knowing that a buzzkill could sooner or later be her lover.

"Volteer's leaving out the part where the little slither boy bit Malefor on the nose which later needed treatment as it's venom surely would've killed a normal dragon," Cyril covered his name, smirking from the memory at hand.

"And you tried to separate the two? Damn. He could've died years ago then. Points off to your total, Cyril."

"Hehe, damnit. I deserve that."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Malefor couldn't hold it in, his mouth exploding and his words flying about, "HOW DID YOU BREAK YOUR BED IN HALF?! The tables... the mess... ...HOW DID THE BOOKSHELF GET INVOLVED?!" Volteer slapped his face with his paw, all eyes on the two mates now, making matters even more uncomfortable for the two love birds, "It literally looks like Terrador sat at everything in there! Split right down the middle!"

"Wait a minute," Flair backed her head from underneath Cyril's, her eyes shifting over to Ersa as the yellow female stood still in shock and embarrassment, "Broken bed? Broken table? I'm not going to ask about the bookshelf but... ...oh, goodness, girl, what did you let that man do..."

"THAT WASN'T MY FAULT!" Ersa threw her mate under the bus, "Volteer became a savage animal! Who could've known how those disgusting males are! What was I to do?!"

"So it's my fault that YOU presented yourself in such manners, and YOU teasing me about what I wouldn't be able to do to you?!" Volteer couldn't believe she'd do such a thing to him.

"Alright, I'ma stop you right there," Flair's claws arched up with her other paw being used to cover them, begging for a time out, "I don't want the sloppy, wet details. What happened and why did it happen. P-G thirteen version if you would."

"I should've choke you to death the day you came back," The Yellow Guardian showed teeth to Malefor, knowing this situation was all his fault.

Malefor didn't even respond, still in awe over the destruction he had seen from the room. Ersa sighed, heavily, and with enough pressure to let sparks fly from the front of her mouth, her ability accidentally being used. It wouldn't be an easy explanation, but she tried her best to make it as comfortable as possible, for the sake of everyone around and herself, "Well... ...after we tested the wall muting functionality, we did... a slight test to make sure the walls were... shrouded in safety so others, such as Terrador and Trish, wouldn't hear. Unfortunately... the test was successful... and once we knew we could go all out... ...we did."

"Sweat Ancestors on a bike with no training wheels..." Using his paw to dab his sweat, Malefor couldn't believe what he was hearing, though neither could anyone else.

"Strange analogy, but..." She got back on track, "It was... well needed, and something you all should absolutely look forward to with whom you love."

"Awesome. Another way for Cyril to sexually assault me. How romantic," Flair sighed.

"I bet if I go through this entire day without saying such a thing even once, I get to nibble that neck tonight. Deal?" He raised his brow to her.

"That's a fat bet."

"Speaking of fat..." Ersa's eyes directed to Volteer's under area.

"ERSA!" Malefor shouted out her name, his voice causing many to jump, "Give my man some room to breathe!"

"I wasn't the one doing all the work!"

"I saw those glasses on the floor! Volteer doesn't wear glasses, so clearly you were in on something!"

"That was for cosplay! Volteer went mad when I had glasses on, both in a soft and needy sense, so we used it as a prop!"

"WHAT?! YOU JUST TOOK SOMEONE ELSE'S GLASSES AS YOUR... ...SEX PROP?!"

"Wa-wa-wa-wa-wait," Ignitus put a stop to this situation for the time being, "Glasses? Ersa, by any chance, are those glasses yours or... ...where did you find them?"

"It was in one of the books you had given me back when you piled them on in the Chambers," Volteer explained as he was the one who had discovered them first, "We... didn't really question it as we believe those glasses might've belong to the previous Chronicler as we never knew what he looked like."

"AND YOU USED IT AS A SEX PROP?!" Malefor still waved his arms in the air, but realized something very quickly, "Wait a minute..." His sudden change in tone was unnerving: something clearly being off about what was said, "The Chronicler never wore glasses," Ignitus and the purple dragon seemed to be the only ones really giving this small item so much thought, "But if it was bookmarked in books that you brought to Volteer from the White Isles... ...bro, did the Chronicler have some mistress that I didn't know about?!"

"End of conversation," Out of nowhere, and especially out of character, Ignitus put a stop to this discussion entirely, "Ersa, Volteer, I shall have a clone repair the room with its powers and confiscate the item. From here on out, it's best to just leave this situation alone."

Already he seemed to be changing back to who he said he'd avoid, and Claire was quick to take a step back, growling even to have to wonder if their time together was nearing its end, "Ignitus... ...don't do this."

The fiery Guardian saw the concerned and confused looks of those around him. He knew what he was doing, but this time around made sure not to slip up, "I need you all to trust me on this one," Claire, and many others, were hesitant to believe him, "I won't touch on this issue as its... a wound from old. It has already been... dealt, with, and... where I'd love to say more, please just know that once this item is gone from public eye, it will not be an issue or burden to us any longer."

"Burden?" Volteer questioned, "If only you knew the night me and Ersa had."

"Anyone else wanna see the room? The middle of the bed literally has Ersa's figure in the cushions even though it's split in half. You pretend to be stuck for Volteer, didn't you, Ersa?" Malefor had it all figured out, and she nipped at him for this.

"I have a drug that'll literally cause every vein and blood cell in your body to explode individually every millisecond, so if you'd like to continue your pointless existence, I suggest you zip it," Ersa seemed to turn predator: her need to rip at Malefor's throat was above everything else that she wanted to do.

Pointing a claw to the air, it was like he was testing her. Though her raised brow was almost an invitation, her desperately wanting for him to test her so she may have her poison put to good use. Though he stood fast, keeping to himself and understanding where the line was drawn. For now, he rested, his body making its way back over to Carith's left. Claire was still hesitant on the situation; her looks of worry causing Ignitus a great deal of stress. However, he felt as though he could let slip some of the truth, trying to keep his tone low, short, and acting as though he had fallen forward, "The Ancestors weren't kind to the Chronicler..." To make sure nothing was tracked back to what was said, Ignitus wanted to continue their morning, "Spyro, when ever you're ready, or rather, when ever everyone else is ready, I can allow the imagery from Spyro's nightmare."

Claire didn't like the sound of his first couple of words, but with how serious it sounded, she appreciated the honesty and left it alone for now. Terrador had one other thing to say, not on the serious matter but rather the more exotic one, "You know, if you two want... props, to use, you could always ask my father to make you some."

"Really?" Ersa questioned.

"Your dad's still alive?!" Malefor was in complete shock to hear this, "I... ...honestly thought he and his wife died. You never really talk about him, and I haven't seen him around at all. Or... ...is it that he's alive but not... ...her."

"Why are you acting surprised about this? After the Dark Master made his attempt to kill my father, it was a rather one sided battle. While the Dark Master did get some nicks in, my father was strong, determined, and a near immovable object. They've lived in Warfang for some time now."

"When was the last time you talked to your parents?" The green female love wondered, though fear immediately overtook her, "OH MY GOSH!" Suddenly, she panicked, and no one knew why until she had spoken, "What if your parents disagree with our love?! What if I'm not the right fit to be your future companion! If your father was just as strong and amazing as you... then I'm nothing!"

"Easy, Trish, easy!" The masculine dragon rubbed his wing over her back, holding his arm over her chest to comfort these shivers, "In all honesty, my father would rather appreciate you entirely. And there's no doubt in my mind that my parents would say yes to you."

She was hesitant, fear of loss clearly within her eyes, "Why... ...why would you say... ...that?"

"HAHA!" For some odd and in an inappropriate moment, Malefor had a laugh, though Trish didn't take it the wrong way as she knew who he was like, "Because Terrador's father is about four times the size as his mate. Which, I have to ask as I've asked before but you still wouldn't answer. Her slim features and his bulking ass body... ...how does he not... you know, absolutely obliterate her insides?"

"Such a Malefor question," Ersa wasn't surprised in the least.

"Damn bro! Is your dad not packing?"

"STOP SAYING THAT!" Terrador snapped at him, the only reason for Malefor's death not happening was due to his comfort over Trish, "My father is a gentle giant. While it's true many only see muscle, he's got heart, too: the same size and strength as his exterior. He's kind, and protective over me, and my mother," He somewhat backed off: talking about his parents clearly making him a little home sick, "I didn't want to become a Guardian, and thanks to them, they supported me either way. But in many way, I feel like I let them down. I've always wanted to be like my father, to be able to protect the family we had. But by becoming a Guardian... ...I had to put their lives last and others first."

Spyro had never really heard of Terrador's father at all, and that really included most of his past. However, thankfully, now with this out in the open, it was a perfect opportunity to reunite such a family, "So then, why don't you invite them over so we could talk to them?" Spyro saw this as a perfect way to build character and a stronger bond with those around, "Trish, you could invite your parents as well so they know you're doing well, too. You all can have a family meeting, discuss worries, hopes, and dreams, and make new connections along the way: more memories to smile and laugh on."

"As fun as that would be, unfortunately, that's something we can't really do," Instead of Terrador answering, it was actually Ignitus who rose to the occasion, "The only reason Corvus knew where and when to attack our families was because we shared that information with Malefor," The older purple dragon already ducked his head, frowning even to see where this was going, "I've somewhat kept in contact with my parents, Terrador's, and many others through the Chronicler's powers. I don't wish to disclose their locations or livelihoods, and as much as I trust our abilities to deal with the Dark Master if he were to attack... ...my trust in the Dark Dragons is still building."

"So... basically, everyone else would be able to visit friends and family... just not Malefor cause of the Dark Master..." Carith frowned to say, but she knew it was true, and from everyone else's eyes, they agreed in silence.

"Maybe Spyro as well cause of Kettu and Xvar, though... ..." It took a lot of energy and power to admit this, but Ignitus wanted to take a step forward, "I... ...believe... ...they could be trusted, and wouldn't allow their hobbies to be known. I've seen what Volteer and Cyril have gone through; and for Terrador, especially me... ...I... don't believe I'd be strong enough to lose the two who basically kept my life together for those ten years of solitude."

"Which... ...I guess it's definitely not something we need to rush," Trish felt more comfortable coming out of her shell, seeing others with ducked heads and low spirits being something that she wanted to tackle, "Terrador... ...you know, your father sounds exactly like you," The Earth Guardian raised a brow, "A gentle giant? His muscles being the same size as his heart?" Her giggle made him smile, blush even, "Also, I don't feel like I'd be able to get a word out if I did meet your parents. That's definitely going to be something I'd need to prepare for. And by prepare, I mean think I have everything down, but then upon actually seeing them, I'll freeze up entirely, forget my name, and embarrass myself."

"I... ...look forward to such a memory," He smiled.

Though, the smile Terrador felt like wasn't enough. Instead, he held a claw to the side of her cheek, looked a little down on the smaller female, and guided her lips to his. She allowed this fully: having his lips connect to hers was both an accomplishment, and a mission success on getting him to smile. Flair knew what was next, and rather sit for this one, she stood to her fours at first. Stretching her body out: rear in the air, back pushed down, and claws out in front of her, she spoke after sitting down and relaxing from her stretch, "Alright, lets get this over with," Cyril sat up with her, sitting down the same way as she did, "But if I see any tears, and some more mushy ass bullshit, I will not hesitate to stab any of you through your eyes. Or, I'll puncture each scale that the tear wets."

"And what if you're the one to tear up?" Poking her head out and around, Ersa wondered.

"Then I will personally claw out my own eyes and feed them to myself."

"No," Cyril lightly hit the top her head, more so pawing it, "Bad, Flair."

His paw rested to her head, still holding firm as she turned very, very slowly towards him. She showed teeth, liking nothing to his touch, "Paw. Off. Or you lose your whole arm."

"Which one, he has three! HA!" Malefor slapped his knee.

"Then all three it shall be," She didn't pay any attention to Malefor, giving her warning to Cyril's soul.

Cyril tried his very best, trying not to make any otherworldly or sexualized joke. But for her to show teeth: an aggressive but clearly playful manner, and for him to know she wouldn't actually do it out of her relationship with him, something fluttered within. His body didn't sit still, nor did his blush stay hidden. Flair sighed, knowing what a losing battle this would be. However, and to his absolute enjoyment, she looked away from him, but grumbled through her beat red blush, "You can pet my fins, but not squish them..."

Hearing her give him permission sent him over the moon: Cyril wasting no time in giving what he knew felt incredible to her. His paw edged down from the middle of her horns down to her shoulders. Her head arched back some, clearly enjoying the feeling from all sides. He didn't keep things simple either. He twirled, caressed, and massaged each of her fins from the back of her neck. They opened themselves to him, allow access to the even most exposed and delicate areas. Her purr was a sound of delight, and he had no problem continuing his support over her. Ignitus knew in many ways she'd still be able to hear even from the enjoyment Flair was openly displaying, so, he kept things slow and clam, "Okay... ...I know we still have a busy day ahead of us, so... this is what I can do," Everyone listened in, "I'll be able to give you all the nightmare in a more, sped up sense. Though with how this power works, you'll still experience every second of it. Your emotions will be a little stronger than normal, but after your brain has time to process what you've all seen, things should be fine afterwards. It's basically a feeling of panic for a split second, or a jump scare to be more accurate."

"Sorry, I know we said we were all ready, but... I have something to say," Out of the blue, Terrador spoke up in a manner that was some what built out of uneasiness, "Malefor..." Many were confused, but for the purple dragon himself, he seemed lost, not even eyeing the Guardian, "Sorry for... ...asserting, such aggression. I don't want to lose anyone else, and now that it's abundantly clear that Corvus may choice to deal with his loose ends... ...I fear for their lives now more then ever. However, I... ...speak openly as I do wish to trust the Dark Dragons. I don't want anyone else to have to suffer... I don't want to see... my family, suffer."

Malefor didn't respond, almost like he wasn't accepting the apology that was given. Though the only reason he wasn't lashed out on was his determine focus. Carith had to snap her fingers in front of his face, calling his name as well to get his attention, "Hey, Malefor."

His eyes blinked a couple of times, coming back to reality, "Wh-what? What's happening?"

"Terrador apologized to you."

"Apologised for what?" Malefor looked to the Earth Guardian.

"For... how I acted."

"Acted when?"

"What were you looking at?" Carith knew this would've been a back and forth, so instead, she outright asked.

"Oh, just something I believe Ersa to have been doing," Such a way of phrasing made half of the group uncomfortable, and another half confused, neither side understanding what this meant until he elaborated, "Tell me, Ersa, were you praying to someone last night?" She looked to him confused, her head tilting the same, "I noticed your knees looked prett-y red the first time I saw you this morning. And even though your scales have taken back over, I have to wonder: who did you get down on your knees for?"

"Nightmares! Ignitus! Chop-chop!" Volteer did little in helping hide the truth, both him and his mate blushing red like fire.

"I know I'd get on my knees for you," Carith purred: a perfect distraction to what was happening.

"What?!" The purple dragon turned in a blush, ready to comment on her words as swiftly as possible.

"Malefor!" Ignitus cut him off from saying anything further, Malefor stopping dead in his looks to the blushing blue female, "I don't want to dump these nightmares onto everyone without first being prepared," The purple dragon had much to say, but he knew for the time being, he should listen, and not cause an unnecessary frown, "Like I said, it'll be a jolt and a surprise... though those two words are more so in line with severe anxiety and panic compared to its more, joyous counterparts," He left nothing hidden, revealing the true severity to all on how everyone would feel and to what extent, "Are you all ready?"

Many held the paws of those they loved while others snuggled close and braced for the worst. Ignitus had given it some time, and after seeing everyone ready for impact, he planted Spyro's nightmares within all, everyone having a recap and near front row seat to what exactly he had experienced. They all went cold, stopping dead in what they were doing or having ready to say. Spyro noticed it from all. Each gave cold, scared, and frightful shivers to what they were seeing: what it felt like they were experiencing. One by one, those who processed the information in a more timely manner looked to him, these such family members being Ignitus whom already knew, Ersa, Volteer, and Terrador. It took a much longer time for those less able to grasp the reality they had seen, such as Trish, Cyril, and even Claire. Cynder having now seen what her love had experienced tore her apart. For the little she had seen, never would she have guessed just how bad of a nightmare this all truly was for him. Everyone processed their deaths, their futures; the nightmaric apocalypse that hid deep within the young dragon's mind. It was out in the open now for all to see, and many knew not of what to say. Trying her best to really fight through it, and allow herself a quick and decisive resolution to her and her love's pain, Cynder murmured, "Spyro... ...I..."

He frowned, not really wanting to look her in the eyes as he believed doubting her in any way was something he never wished to think about. Her gentle tone soon faded; the look in his eyes visible in a sense of showing displeasure, and what seemed like wrongdoing. For some reason, thinking about being gentle with him wasn't the action she wanted to take. The idea of a demanding, assertive, and easily able to be seen as a truth telling stance was exactly what she wanted to do. So instead of comforting him, she attacked him. Her sigh helped her know that what she was to say and do was beneficial to him, though it scared her beyond belief to think that this attitude would be the cause of their breakup, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

Her voice shocked many, some giving gasps while others gave widened eyes. Spyro for one ducked instead of attacked, knowing full well now that what she had seen angered her. Cynder took on her previous, antagonist rule, taking pages from Flair's book while making sure not to go too far, "Do my words mean nothing to you?! Or is it a, in one ear out the other?!" He didn't dare say anything back to her, knowing it would best to allow her voice and her stature to rise above him completely, "I feared, cried, and stayed up hours upon hours through the days and nights at the Dragon Temple, ready to die, ready to lose it all after thinking maybe I was destined to do more than kill. I was ready... to lose what I had in an instant because I didn't believe, didn't trust that the world and its powers would allow me a chance to redeem myself," He dropped a tear, and though for what Flair had said about these rain drops, she ignored this for now, considering also that Cynder had some of her own to shed, "Being chained to you... knowing now that once I woke I wouldn't be alone... ...to think I'd actually have someone next to me... a body that wasn't dead, that I didn't rip the heart out of... ...you have no idea how many times I thought, planned, and readied myself for my inevitable suicide once that crystal broke..." She was beyond through the roof in rage, though she knew something like this was similar to other situations she felt torn on, so her emotions shifted to understanding, "Look... I get it. I haven't exactly been able to tell myself, or believe that I'm truly the one for you. No matter what you've said, there's always been doubt. But for you to believe I'd turn my back on you... to think that you're basically ready and waiting for such a horrific event to take place..."

"Hehehe..."

Spyro suddenly gave out a small, but weak laugh. The stature and level of power she had overtaken was soon to show: her teeth looking down on him, as the same for her eyes. Even with the smile he had, he never raised himself higher than her, somewhat being submissive and compassionate, "Looking back on it... you're totally right," He once again laughed, "I meant... every word I said... about how special you are to me. And the more I do look back, I have to wonder who it was that said this."

"And what's that," She growled.

"You said, If we were adults, wouldn't it make more sense for you to have a barrel of a stomach to signify a special night between us."

"Cynder!" Many cried out, such as Flair, Claire, and Carith.

"I DID THAT TO DISTRACT YOU!" Where her words said one thing, the redness on her face said another, "I knew even a supposed good boy like you would've latched on to something such as those words, and it worked!"

"Oh..." Just to mess with her further, Spyro rubbed his arm and frowned, looking to the floor in doing so, "Guess I got my hopes up for nothing..."

"WHA-!" Now there was no hiding how she felt, though for such a low blow, she needed to retaliate to deal with this uncomfortable burn to her cheek scales, "You would turn this around and against me?!" His smirk flustered her, and for some reason and to a feeling she couldn't seem to control, the idea of pouncing and simply saying screw it was all too much for her to handle, "Listen you sexy, handsome... LEGACY GIVER!" The Guardians and their females backed their heads, blushed, and even shook for what she was laying on, clearly allowing lust to take over, "I make the rules around here, and if I see FIT, I'll take whether you like it or not, even if that means I have to chain you."

"All bark and no bite," He attempted his move, but this conversation had gotten a little too hot and heavy for those around, "I'll never give in to you. It'll take more than a couple of chains to hold me down."

"How about my fat ass you always talk about?" She purred.

"Always knew you two were into 'bdsm'," Malefor laughed, though him saying further escalated the uncomfortable feelings everyone else was having.

The heat coming from the two was felt even all the way down to where Ignitus and Claire were sitting. Spyro and Cynder were clearly thinking long and hard about their next move, each wanting desperately to do more, and to explore every bit of one another's scales even at the cost of complete and total embarrassment. The girls, especially Ersa, noticed their need to balance and deal with the unquenchable desire and thirst for more. Since the two hadn't quite yet figured out what it was that they were feeling and how to deal with it, she saw the struggles within not only their eyes, but body movements as well. Shakes, shivers and sweats were all prevalent, and before the others made a mistake she knew they'd regret, it was time she felt to step in. However, she wasn't the only one who had taken notice. Instead of her voice taking presence, it was Flair's, "Girl, you need to calm your ass down. Especially you, Spyro. I don't understand men's obsession with a female rear anyway."

"Uh, literally everything," The question seemed a little too bait-y even for Malefor, but he took it anyway, "Squishy, jiggly, somewhat a way of play, the idea of mounting. It's a paradise for us men!"

"Good to know women like us are viewed as toys to sexiest and repulsive individuals."

"You asked the question! And you act like you haven't thought about just what Cyril has and what he could do to you!"

"No, actually, I haven't, because constantly thinking about sexual endeavors, especially with someone like Cyril, would literally make me..." For some reason, Flair couldn't admit she hated the idea, feeling that burning pain in her chest at the thought of denying her emotions and growth with him.

"Horny?" Since she didn't finish the sentence, he decided to take initiative.

Cyril didn't say anything at all, and this is definitely for the best. It allowed Flair one target and one thing to worry about, and since the Ice Guardian didn't say anything, it seemed a lot easier to move on, "Sure... I get so juiced up, I'm sure even someone like Cyril would confuse me for a rain cloud," No one had any form of response: her word choice stunning even Malefor himself, "Anyways, I have to get this out in the open because if I hear this bullshit brought up one more time, I will slowly, meticulously, and painfully, slice the jugular of any one else that fears this situation," Some swallowed hard while others held their necks in fear, "Considering Ersa is the only one with a brain around here, aside from my other female friends and maybe Terrador who's a lucky punk for being on my good side, Cyril's mine, and mine alone," Her growl was assertive, and ultimately, absolute, "If I wanted him dead, I would've killed him already. Clearly I meant what I said about me and him having a hatchling together, so if any death or harm comes to him, it'll be so agreeable to all of us that such a situation will not be needing a reason to expand upon."

Cyril was over the moon to hear her say, trusting and loving everything she had to say about their time and future together. Her words were also affective in gaining the attention of the purple dragon himself: Spyro somewhat smiling to hear her honesty, "You... ...really do love Cyril... don't you."

Her face lit up, and it didn't help that Cyril was right next to her, basically eyeballing her on what she was to say next. Even without him saying something, she needed space, and jolted her head over to face him, "DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!" He was quick to turn and face the wall, obeying her completely and knowing any action of his would be met with a consequence, "Men," She scoffed, "I will not answer that, but my point is, you're a dumb stupid bitch and I hate that I have to refute your stupid ass nightmare," No one was forcing her to do anything, but she did speak on it anyway, "Look..." Her blush disappeared after having talked with Spyro for such a short amount of time, though that quickly changed when she knew what was to come next, "Your nightmare makes no sense. I would never... in my life... want to bring death upon, Cyril... especially not intentionally. I feared for my life, for Cyril's, and for what was next after I had nearly killed him when I woke from that nightmare," The red female's body softened, "I thought it was over... ...and I knew there would've been nothing left for me. When Ignitus asked who had hurt him, and Cyril looked to me... ...I was ready to let myself go... ...and to die right than and there."

"Yeaaaaah..." Remembering back to such a time, Cyril didn't mean for it to turn out that way, "Sorry about that, beautiful. I, really didn't even hear Ignitus as it felt as though my ear holes were rigging up a storm. I heard bits and pieces to most of the stuff that was said, but that was all bad timing."

"Especially that night that I had talked to... ...him," Bringing up the past brought her back to a horrific night, "I... ...would've crumbled, had it not been for you. The first thing that came to my mind was... ...what's next for me. Surely after you told everyone what I had said and done, there would've been no rhyme or reason for me to still be here. Then... ...it would've been me... and me alone," Flair beat herself up over her actions, putting the blame of everything on her shoulders, "My father would've most likely tracked me down and either killed me himself, or had Argus do it. Or... ...maybe in another time... ...I would've become a criminal, and later put down by others... ...maybe even you."

She glanced to Cyril but could in no form or fashion face him in saying. Though the Ice Guardian never left his gaze from her eyes, keeping contact whether it be his wing, side, or whatever else he could make present to let her know she wasn't alone. He tried his best to smile, rubbing her back and left side with his wing to aid in the comfort, "You really think I'd miss out on a chance to seduce you?" She had two sides to her that he knew very, very well, and from the sigh she gave, his male like nature wasn't what she wanted, so he took quick steps to fix himself, "Flair, I didn't give up on you because I knew you would've never done the same to me," Now she was listening, "You think I would've turned you in for a couple of scraps and bruises? The day you nearly stabbed my heart, I knew, from there on out, with my life still intact, I would trust you no matter what," His fluid, clam, and full of life nature helped her see the truth in his words, "Hehe, you're not one to toy with your prey and that was made very clear from your first night here. You hate nuisances: especially annoying and lustful males. I was all three of those to be honest, so the fact that I'm not dead means you have plans for me. What those plans are... I guess I just have to reach out and grab your paw, and allow you to take me there."

To top it all off, Cyril reached over and held his female companie's paw. Everything from his smile, to the way he moved, to the way he sounded, Flair bit her lip to feel herself warming up to him: enjoying and in many ways loving what he was saying and doing. Though this heat manifested into more; a blush showing to her cheeks now and exposing her vulnerability. Had the two been in private, she would've liked to have done more, Why do I want so desperately now to lay on my back and have his tongue race around my neck?! And with someone... LIKE HIM?! Her rage took over, and rather keep it held down, she grabbed a hold of it with a tight, firm grip, and tugged it straight into her heart. Flair's blood boiled now, taking away the blush she had and fueling fire within her voice, "MY POINT WAS!" She yanked her paw away from his, rather aggressively and to his dismay, "Your whiney little bitch of a nightmare doesn't make any sense!" Her eyes more so wandered, not making complete contact with Spyro at first, "The only time Cyril would ever penetrate me would result in my pregnancy, not my death!" The fuming female was open, honest, and cared little to none what any one else had to say, "You're so self centered! What, because we're not a prodigy, or, because we're not purple dragons, that makes us weaker, expandable, and useless?!"

"I didn't say anything at all!" Spyro was quick to wave both paws in front of his face, wishing none to have an altercation.

"Yeah yeah, piss off," She nearly spat, "I'm so dead serious about what I said before. If any one of you thinks, believes, or comes crying to me because you think I'd kill Cyril, I will slit your wrists, your neck, and drown you in water. It's clear you all don't want to lose what you have and who you love, but that doesn't mean you have to question and be a bitch to everyone else because you only have trust in one's self and your companion."

"Such vocabulary, lots anger, much rage," Malefor smiled, agreeing with her words like everyone else but not outright stating so.

"You wanna be a piece of shit? Go let out your unwanted opinion and useless waste of space on a robin's egg blue bird."

"Uhhhhh... ...what?"

"NOTHING!"

She no longer wanted to be the center of attention, her anger clearly getting the best of her, and to a point she would've rather liked to have avoided. Many saw this, more so the girls compared to the guys, so the females such as Cynder, Claire, and Carith proceeded to make some form of conversation. This allowed Flair her space, and Cyril gave her some as well. He backed off from her side, raising his wing too, still keeping in contact with her body. Though his backing sparked fear for her, believing that she had indeed gone too far. With no one else looking around and or to them, steps for her were taken to right her wrong. Moving a paw over and gripping his left, a surprised expression showed to Cyril's face as he looked down at her action. He looked up to her, seeing once again that a blush was showing. Flair tried her best, wanting to make eye contact to her up most ability, "I'm... ...sorry. I didn't mean to pull away as aggressively as I did," Rage still flowed in her blood, making her say things she would've rather kept to herself, "But that doesn't mean you need to back from me. If you think, or even believe that I'm a monster, than just say it."

"What?" His genuine confusion helped, but not as much as his words "Oh, hehe, no, I wasn't trying to scoot away from you out of fear. Thought maybe you wanted a little bit of space," This helped subside more of Flair's unfavorable displeasure, "I obviously know I can trust you with your fins and whatnot, but maybe if you wanted to let off a little more steam, I could've backed and allowed it. I also didn't want you to feel as though I was smothering you."

"Yeah... well... ...you weren't... ...so get that blue ass back over her."

Flair didn't face him when she said this, looking off to the entrance of the Chambers and facing head straight. Cyril gladly accepted her, moving back in a fine, somewhat happy tone. His side rubbing back up to hers, his wings holding down and cooling her anger, and even the gentle bump he gave to her own rear excited her. She knew who she wanted to be truly, and though her thoughts got in the way, Cyril's thoughtful words and actions made a difference, Damn this, dragon. And for him not to say anything about my pregnancy talk... ...he's really biting the bullet... and most likely my scales tonight if he keeps this up. The more outspoken speakers within the family decided to make conversation, and one of those to Volteer's dismay was Malefor himself, "Tell me, Ersa," The wielder and Guardian of lightning grumbled already for what was about to be asked of his mate, "When you first saw Volteer, were you blinded by its majesty?"

"Really?" Volteer shuck his head, grousing to his purple friend's words.

"I... don't know what you mean," Ersa played innocent.

"Paralysed? Dumbstruck?" Malefor raised a brow, smiling to each end of his cheeks.

"I mean, from all the dreams and hopes I had, I would've never expected Volteer to exceed my expectations."

"Two inches is no better than one."

"If it was two inches, how could I feel it in the back of my throat?"

"I..." Malefor had no response to this, and instead kept to himself from there on after.

The room had slowly grown more quiet as time went on, somewhat pressuring Spyro as he knew what was next. He had watched, listened, and smiled to everyone coming back to who they once were. The fight and rather severe altercation from this morning proved to have subsided. Flair was relaxed with Cyril, Volteer was taken aback by Ersa's words, blush, and smile, and for the others, they seemed right at home: Terrador and Ignitus talking with one another again, and from what it sounded like, the big green Guardian was giving his red friend more advice. Sighing to see one situation had been taken care of, all that was left was the main event. He knew he needed to prepare, but believed taking it on himself was the best course of action. Standing up and walking a few steps to the middle, all eyes focused to him, everyone either subsidising in their talks or finishing up right on time. The purple dragon looked to everyone in a smile, though it was obvious something still scared him, "Hehe... ...and to think this day still has so much in store for us. I'm glad to see you all are... better. I... thank you, Malefor, for stepping down and making it your top priority to apologize."

"Consider Flair's death threats are true and would very much happen, I would've liked at all cost to avoid having to eat my own teeth," Malefor shivered, and from the look Flair gave him, he was right.

"But it wasn't just you who really stepped up," He wanted to try his best to boost the already heightened spirits of those around, "Claire... I appreciate and am glad you've chosen to live your life with Ignitus. You put him in his place, acted out of love and not fear, and trusted that he would've heard you in your pleas."

"Where's this coming from?" She giggled, expressing her enjoyment to his kind words.

"I guess I just... want you all to know that... what ever happens... we'll be there for each other," Her words had set in on Spyro, and now he explained what was truly eating at him deep down, "I don't know and still don't trust those we've met so far. Amara is a psycho, Celina is a more destroyed version of Flair, Serena I fear to be manipulative, and Ava seems a little too innocent on her part. And to whom ever this, Father guy is, there's going to be a lot to keep track of. No telling who will act, or what secret agenda many of these, powers, may have. Worse comes to worse, they're hiding their true intentions, playing nice until the right time to ruin the lives of everyone I know and love."

"Cough! Corvus! Cough cough!" It wasn't a great cover-up, but Malefor tried his best.

"I want you all to stay together," He ignored that comment, "What ever happens, just try your best to stick with someone you trust. Don't let someone like Ava trick you into being put in a bad situation, or, for someone like Celina to act like they understand you, only to end up using you."

Trish ducked her head knowing she was being called out, though for Flair, him telling her what to do made her teeth grind, "How about you mind your own goddamn business?" She wasn't helping the situation, acting out and more so lashing due to her nature and backstory, "I'll talk to Celina however I damn well please. If you've got such a problem with it, than maybe you should've chosen a different location that isn't my home now."

"How are we even so sure Celina will show?" Ersa thought differently, "She has no business here. She fears you anyway, Spyro, so what makes you so afraid?"

"Most likely she won't. But... it's a safety precaution: for Cyril and Cynder," He knew Flair would've thought differently had she brought up the second name.

The red female tried not to spit to see what he was saying, and unfortunately, it felt as though his attempts to bring others together simply made them more salty. Malefor however had no fear, "Hey, you know what they say, if you can't think of what to do, always stick to your gun," Forming his weapon in his right paw, the sniper rifle seemed more refine, controlled, and slick in design, "Nothing beats a hard, thick, and burst-able shaft."

"Don't comment," Ignitus quickly looked over to the two mates: Volteer and Ersa's cheeks red and ready to burst.

"I've developed a backup plan for my backup plan that's a backup plan for my many backup plans," He wanted to show off the best he could, and he did so with his arsenal, "If my Barrett doesn't do it, bam, Golden Gun!" He switched his paws: the sniper disappearing and a golden gun of red and black appearing in his left, "If the Golden Gun doesn't do it, bam, Burning Maul!" Switching his paw once again, the pistol disappeared, and instead, he held a flaming hammer, "I could also Blade Dance, though Nova Bomb and Chaos Reach are still a work in progress. Though I'd love to be able to void warp! Oooooh, what If I had armor to buff me as well! That way, instead of my six shooter, I can have it do one powerful damaging shot! I'll call it, Nighthawk Celestial-"

"You have literally, no imagination, and are a thief of the worst sorts," Volteer crossed his arms.

"I'm a thief, but I keep, what I steal," With his weapons put away, there was one last move he wanted to make," Kinda like this sweat piece of ass that I caught myself," He played it cool: his arm going around the back of Carith's neck, and his lips turning towards hers, "You know, Carith. I bet I could give you a night that would make yourself confused for a fish out of water," She raised a brow, turned both on and off, wondering where he was going with this, "I would make you squirm, wiggle, and bounce all night long. You'll beg, and yearn for the need of water on your scales. But with no ocean around, how could you possibly hope to survive? Well... I'm sure I could give you, and your scales, something 'salty', enough, to keep you on land."

Carith was all for it, and even though she knew this was all an elaborate tease, she couldn't tell herself no. She drooled at the sight of his lips, and for him to give her more to look forward to in the future, her mind was swiftly clouded in all things dirty. She was ready, and even if he was to back out of what he had said, it was clear he was too. What they wanted was so close to being achieved, but all it took was that one bump in the road for her to realize it was all for nothing. Her pleasure and enjoyment was suddenly turned to rage as she begged for their moment to come true, "COME ON, CORVUS!" Malefor backed away, afraid at first that he himself had done something wrong, and though another name was called, it still frightened him and many others, "Loo-loo-loo-look! I know you and my lover hate each other's guts, but I don't understand what's the harm in allowing this between me and him to happen!" She was more so starring at Malefor's stomach in this rant, "If Malefor settles down, and I guess you could say becomes weaker cause of the time me and him would spent with our... future... than why would you want that NOT to happen?!" The Dark Master didn't respond, which was to no surprise for anyone, "Corvus!"

"Carith, I... ...wouldn't push the issue," Instead of allowing this to continue, Spyro put a stop to it.

"What?! Why?! You'd be pissed too if Kettu and Xvar wouldn't allow you to mate with Cynder!"

Cynder jumped in glee, though Spyro seemed to take the situation seriously, "Because pissing off the only man keeping Malefor alive isn't the smartest thing to do now is it?" He seemed rather annoyed, snippy even, like he was truly afraid but didn't know how to properly handle himself, "Corvus has the same powers I do, maybe more so with malicious or bloody intent. At the snap of a finger, he could kill Malefor and I wouldn't be able to do anything. He'd simply cease to exist."

"So then why not heal him with your time power?" Rather turn her aggression on him, she backed off, not meaning to upset him.

"Because he'd block it with his darkness. I'm not entirely sure how it all works, but I've noticed difficulties when trying to heal others with darkness in them. It's like the darkness is fighting back against the light, keeping itself from being purged. That's why I choose to allow the darkness to heal me, because most likely, if I did heal myself with the powers of time, it could kill Kettu and Xvar."

"Is that... really... how that works?" The blue female questioned, "I'm not saying this to kill you, Corvus, so please don't kill Malefor! But... ...if that's true, why not use it against Malefor to purge Corvus from his body? And I know, I know, we're not killing Corvus, but how come you haven't used that to your advantage? Wouldn't that mean it would be possible to purge like, ninety percent of the darkness within to easily kill the Dark Dragon in someone else's body?"

"Ooooh. I see what you're saying," Ersa caught on and decided to simplify what was being brought up, "Spyro, your darkness is different than the darkness that Kettu and Xvar posses, correct?" He wasn't sure as to what she meant, and instead of giving her an answer, he faced her with a raised brow, wondering what she was getting at, "Why not use your powers of time to weaken the Dark Master? If you're so afraid of what Corvus could do, then wouldn't knocking out his powers allow him to still live, but not as a threat? And considering we're not killing him, maybe this would allow time for us to talk to him without worry of him killing someone."

Though he hadn't responded to Carith, a tight, gripping hold was given to Malefor's heart thanks to Corvus. The pain was enough to make the dragon kneel, and to hold a paw over his chest in hopes the pain would go away. It was enough pressure to make him cough, and for Malefor to fear that his death was imminent. Carith jumped in a cry to see this, and like many others, they reacted from his agonising state, "Malefor!"

Spyro sighed to see this happening, knowing it could've been avoided, even though his trust in those around him was still in question, "Corvus, ease off," He didn't have much to say, or rather in terms of emotion, "I don't know how many times I have to say this, but we're not going to enslave anyone. Corvus unfortunately won't talk about what all has happened and how I could avoid become the next... weapon. I don't want the only person alive who has the answers I seek to hate or avoid me. Even though I know... ...there might only be one way for him to trust me... ...the only piece of information that'll keep me from becoming a monster."

The Dark Master finally eased off of Malefor's heart. The pressure now subsiding allowed him a gasp of fresh air, his lungs having felt as though they too were being squeezed. Past the near feeling of death, once Malefor had finally caught his breath, he was immediately against what Spyro was thinking about, "Spyro... ...don't think... ...don't think he was telling the truth. Being in love was the... ...ugh... was the only thing that brought me back. And yes... while it is true that it also destroyed me, that was on Corvus, not me. He could've stopped me at any point, but instead used me, locked me away in a shit-hole of despair, and was the reason such monsters were born like the Destroyer."

"But even still... it's because of those connections that you made that caused the war in the first place," Spyro turned his back on the Guardians, acting out of a metaphor for something more, almost as though he was ready to really think on and make a decision to Corvus's words, "I'm... not saying I would ever kill... but do you really think I'd care who's life I'd take had I been alone all my life? Instead of me wanting to keep peace, or to think on what is or isn't morally right or wrong... ...what if I simply didn't care? What if, I had my target, I took him or her out, and there'd never be a need to fear?"

The family all had their reasons not to like the way he was emphasising his words. Flair especially saw where thoughts like this could cause major trouble in the future, and she wasn't about to let that happen. Her teeth were covered in saliva, and though Cyril's wing held over her back, she still managed to sharpen some of her fins, turning completely feral. Ignitus, Claire, and others stepped forward, those brave enough to at least. Cynder was one who didn't mind getting close at all, though she only walked halfway before stopping in her tracks, really thinking on what would be best, If he needs me... he'll call. Maybe walking up and trying to patronize him wouldn't be a great idea. Though... ...maybe letting him know I'm there would still help. She went to raise her paw, but in that second, Spyro had already moved forward, confirming the plan with everyone else, "I'll head to the roof of the building and keep a look out. Maybe having some more information sooner will better keep you all protected."

Malefor growled now too, seeing Spyro having turned his back on everyone. It was unfortunate to see, and a heartbreak for Flair to see her non blood related sister in pain. Cynder's rasied paw and once slight smile all fell low. There was no reason for her to keep the looks and joy she had as no one was around, at least, not beside her. She still wanted to make her approach, to do something that would've really made a difference, I feel like I have to overstep my boundary here. I cried out my hatred over who I was within his own mind. I want to be there for Spyro, to be useful to him once again... that was my promise. He won't snap at me, he won't attack me, and he damn well won't leave me here all by myself! Her motivational speech helped her more assertive and dominant side shine. Cynder took her step, she took her turn, but was immediately cut off by a voice, "Cynder..."

Her once raised figure stood stiff, and her eyes focused straight ahead towards the voice. Spyro seemed to be stuck himself, his body inches from turning out the Chambers. Instead of him continuing along his marry way, something more seemed to bother him. He didn't show his face, only the back half of his body, seeming to be stuck on what to do. His body grew cold: Cynder's fears skyrocketing one seeing shivers in his body. He was sacred, frightened to a point he couldn't handle, and at all costs didn't want his face to be seen. Her heart raced to see this: her need to dash ahead and help made her believe that the speed the two would've connected would've taken a matter of seconds. Where his head hid, his voice didn't; seemingly broken and confused, "Follow me to the roof... ...please..."

This unsteady and shaken lover was one to which she had almost never seen, one to which snapped Cynder's need to protect into high gear. She wanted, and needed to run over as fast as she could. Her darkness quickly lit itself over her scales, but thinking even faster than before, she made sure to use a different method to run. Disappearing down and to the ground below, her sudden disappearance confused and surprised many. The shadow that was seen in the ground was in view for mere seconds. This emotionally driven feeling, the surge of energy that the darkness provided, and to know tears were most likely being shed by her lover, Cynder knew this were her chance to make her promise a commitment. Reaching her arms out from the shadows below, the female grabbed hold over her purple dragon, dragging him under like a shark to a fish. While a serious moment, and for fear and anxiety to have taken hold over many to what might be next and to what was really happening, Malefor covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. His puff of air brought Flair's rage to its max: the need to kill right at her claw tips, "What. Could possibly be. SO FUNNY?!"

"Sorry, sorry sorry!" Malefor cried, waving both paws in front of his face, "I just..." He almost laughed again but held it in, "Imagine you're just, minding your own business, and suddenly you're taken to the underworld," He held a paw over his mouth, trying his best not to laugh, "And you're just like, 'Okay, I guess this is happening."

Spit shot out past Malefor's teeth, him unable to hold back a wheeze over the idea and failing to keep his laughter to himself. Flair rolled her eyes, but even as stupid as it was, it did help put some what of an easier atmosphere over those in the Chambers.