I apologize greatly for the gap between chapters. Some life things got in the way, but I am finally able to sit down and write again! I promise to be better with my next chapters. Enjoy this extra-long chapter to make up for it!
Chapter Five: The Celebration
A few days had passed, and it was now the day of Ignitus' Remembrance Celebration, and the Cheetah Village was brimming in festivities; banners being hung from tents, a small band being set up on a stage platform, even a sculpture of the fire guardian made of stone and embroidered with various gemstones. Hunter oversaw the tasks around the encampment, but he never took both eyes off of Ezzara, still bound to the post. Due to River's daily delivery of sustenance, the only thing getting to Ezzara was sheer boredom; that and she couldn't feel her paws much. Hunter let out a soft sigh and walked over to the snowy Khajiit and stood in front of her, his arms crossed.
"Excuse me- you're blocking the light…" Ezzara said with her eyes shut, a soft irritancy in her voice since she knew exactly who it was. Hunter scoffed softly and drew a dagger from his side. He crouched in front of Ezzara and reached his hand around the pole only to cut the ropes that held her hands in place.
Feeling her arms hit the ground was such a relief as she let out a heavy sigh and her eyes opened up to meet the green ovals of Hunter, "Am I supposed to say, 'thank you'?" She muttered, the relief of the weight dropping almost putting her to sleep.
Hunter smirked and stood up, "It would be nice. Though I doubt I'll be getting one," He sheathed the dagger and straightened his tunic, "Come. Walk with me." He then turned and walked towards the entrance of the camp. Ezzara stood up groggily but shook it off quickly as she cautiously took steps after him. She could feel every eye on her as she now walked freely through the camp.
She followed Hunter down into the valley to the river she had watched for days now. She knelt down at the bank, dipped her hand in and brought it up to drink the refreshing liquid, "Ahh… wow that's incredible…"
"Isn't it? This river flows straight from the Icy Peaks. One of the purest water sources in Avalar," Hunter knelt on one knee and drank a bit himself before shaking the water from his hand, 'Tell me. Where you're from, is there anything like this?" He gestured around the valley.
Ezzara took a look around. The scenery was absolutely beautiful; the flowers in bloom, the soft breeze ruffling through her pelt, the willow trees draping brilliantly towards the ground, and the water… it was crystal clear, even in the deeper spots. "No," She replied softly, "No I… I don't believe so," She sat on the grass though kept an eye on Hunter. He hadn't completely earned her trust, "Why did you bring me here? What's this about?" She questioned.
Hunter took a short bit to reply as he sat on his rear end, dangling an arm over his knee still bent, "I've seen you and River talking."
Ezzara turned to him after drinking some more water, "It's not what you think. She's just been bringing me water and food since, you know, I've been tied up…" She growled softly and turned away from him.
"No, no I know. She trusts you…" he let out a soft sigh as he too looked out over the river, "as Chief it's my responsibility to trust in my people as they have put trust in me. You are confined to the Village… but you're no longer needed to be tied up."
Ezzara's face softened a bit as he heard Hunter speak before she chuckled softly, "River put you up to this, didn't she?"
"Yeah. It was her idea." Hunter came clean and sighed yet again.
"What are your thoughts on the idea? Truthfully." Ezzara turned back to him.
"Truthfully?" Hunter turned to face her, his face serious, "I don't trust you. I don't think I will anytime soon. But I am willing to give you a chance to prove yourself." He stood up and brushed himself off.
Ezzara nodded softly and stood up, " I appreciate the honesty," She spoke out, brushing herself off as well.
Hunter grunted in response and straightened his tunic, turning back to the village. In the distance he could see a few figures in the sky heading in their direction, "Let us return to the village. Some friends I'd like you to meet." He started back up the hill.
"Your purple friend?" She questioned as she followed. Hunter, however, didn't say anything in return as they both made their way back.
As they entered the camp, they saw a group of warriors gathered around the dragons that had landed; one in particular, Spyro, had the most eyes on him.
"You're a hero!" Said a few of the warriors, cheering with their fists in the air. Spyro could feel Cynder kind of slink away behind him a bit, her posture a bit more droopy than normal.
"Thank you, everyone… but I couldn't have done it without Cynder's help. She's just as much a hero as I am!" Spyro said cheerfully as he smiled to her.
"Thank you, Spyro," Cynder replied softly, a smile on her lips.
"Three cheers for Spyro and Cynder!" River shouted out proudly followed by the entire camp erupting into cheers. As the crowd dissipated, Hunter saw his moment to introduce the Guardians to the newcomer.
"My friends! Welcome…" Hunter bowed humbly as he approached them, Ezzara following after him with her arms comfortably crossed. It wasn't her first time seeing dragons, though dragons in such an array of colors was certainly new to her. Hunter stepped to the side and gestured to Ezzara, "Step forward." He commanded softly to her.
Ezzara scoffed and rolled her eyes as she stepped toward the group of dragons. Terrador stood in the center of the group as he lowered his head to inspect her, "Curious…" the green dragon uttered, "You are strange indeed,"
"I could say the same about you, club-tail…" Ezzara remarked as she saw Terrador's massive club-like tail tip. Terrador huffed with a soft sneer in response.
"A discourteous introduction indeed, but also an astute observation! You would be wise to address the Guardians more mannerable." Volteer furrowed his eye ridges a bit to the snow white Khajiit.
"Uh-huh… does anyone know what this guy is saying?' Ezzara remarked with a confused eyebrow raise. Hunter gripped Ezzara's hands together with his own and pulled her back to him.
"Treat them with respect, stranger. Lest you wanted to end up on the business end of their teeth." He warned her and let her go.
Ezzara growled softly and turned towards Spyro standing beside Cynder. They were too busy conversing to notice the current conversation at hand, "You must be Spyro. And… Cynder, was it?" Ezzara pointed out to her.
Spyro turned to the female with a neutral expression, while Cynder looked curiously at her. Usually, the Cheetah people towered over them but this one… she almost looked this one in the eye, "Pleasure to meet you but I must say you're… rather short. No offense of course," Cynder stated with a soft tone.
"Oh, don't worry I've heard worse the past few days," Ezzara explained, "River actually told me about you guys-" she turned to gesture to River who caught on and ran behind a tent, "- uh… anyway, yeah before that I had no idea who either of you were or what happened. So… good job I guess?"
Spyro huffed softly and took a step toward her, "Who are you and where did you come from?" He asked. The Gaurdians nodded in response and turned to Ezzara for an explanation.
"Not from here, not to put an obvious point on it."
Cyril hissed loudly and huffed a cloud of icy mist in irritancy, "Answer the question."
Ezzara felt the mist fall on her pelt, and it was unlike anything she had felt in Skyrim. So much colder, "I'm from Tamriel. Skyrim to be more specific, and-"
"Skyrim? You told us when we met you were from an Elsweyr," Hunter interrupted with a sneer.
"Changing your story now isn't wise," Spyro growled, "The truth."
"First of all, I never said I was from Elsweyr, only that being surrounded by people like me made me think of it. I'm from Skyrim… well technically I am from Elsweyr, but I moved to Skyrim because of personal reasons and then I got on a ship and ended up here. That's the truth." Ezzara said defensively. It was clear she wasn't threatened, having gone through everything in her past.
"Personal reasons? Like what?" Volteer prodded.
"For one with a broad vocabulary the definition of the word 'personal' eludes you," Ezzara said with her arms crossed, "You asked where I'm from, I told you. I don't owe anything other than that." She could feel Hunter's eyes burning holes in her head, along with the group of dragons not entirely liking her attitude. Cynder on the other hand was surprised by her tenacity.
"She's certainly a handful," Cynder said to Hunter.
"You have no idea. I apologize deeply for this display…" Hunter said to the Guardians.
"No need, Hunter. Those new to our lands are also new to our customs. She will learn respect sooner or later," Terrador said calmly, but as he stared into Ezzara's eyes she could see what he actually meant; 'don't push me'.
At this moment Sparx came flying, huffing lightly, "Hey! Sorry I'm late guys, there was this huge like log-thing and a badger stuck in-" He stopped when his eyes fell on Ezzara, "Um… who is she?"
Spyro rolled his eyes with a smile. Same old Sparx, "She's new. I don't believe we've caught your name yet," He said turning to Ezzara.
"Ezzara… I must say I've seen a lot of things but… a talking bug is a new one."
Sparx pouted his lip and flew up in Ezzara's face, "Bug?! Did you- did-" He turned to the others, "Did she just call me a bug?!" They all nodded, and he turned back to her, "You called me a bug!"
"Yeah, aren't you? Last I checked Dragonflies are bugs…" Ezzara remarked with a smirk.
"Well yes TECHNICALLY, but it's still rude! How would you feel if I called you 'Kitten'?!" Sparx howled, fuming in rage.
Ezzara only winked and kept her smile. Sparx's jaw dropped, and he turned to fly over to Cynder, "She is just as nasty as you, you know!" He turned to Spyro, "Good luck!" He then flew off to sulk. Cynder laughed lightly and Spyro cracked a smile and shook his head.
Ezzara turned to look up to the four Guardians, "You wanna talk about manners, fine. I answer your question now I have one for you: I'm looking for Moirr. He's pretty much exactly like me, only dark grey and a bit taller. Have you seen him?" Terrador turned to Cyril who stepped forward, "Not the best way to address a question, but I'll abide. No, we haven't seen any of the sort. All that occupy the city are dragons and moles."
"Moles?- Actually, you know what, I don't care." Ezzara turned to Hunter, "I thought you said he would be brought to Wartooth or whatever the hells the name is," She said with a growl.
"I said he might have been. There are plenty of other places he could have ended up,"
"Great… that's just great…" Ezzara said defeated, her ears back as she turned and walked away from the group. Hunter was about to stop her before he was interrupted by Spyro.
"It may be best to leave her be, Hunter."
"Yeah, I mean whoever this Moirr is, he seems to be important to her. Give her time to process on her own." Cynder added gently, her eyes following Ezzara.
Hunter sighed softly and turned back to the dragons, "Of course, you're right," he straightened up his tunic and smiled, "Come. Let me show you all the festivities."
Across the Belt of Fire, a small army of wingless dragons led by Dredge approached its flames. He let out a contented sigh as he brought his paw up to the flames and entered it. It was intensely hot, and as he brought his paw back out it smoked, and his claws were red hot. His expression never changed despite the heat as he grabbed the crystal out of his pack and held it to the flames, "My master… I know you are weak… but I am in need of you," He breathed a stream of red smoke around the crystal, and it glowed bright. It shook in Dredge's paw until it erupted an explosion of magic, splitting the Belt of Fire enough to create a safe passage through. The ground was smoldering and burned black where the fire once was, but as the smoke dissipated, he could see the greenery on the other side. He let out a loud chuckle and took the first step on the smoldering ground, "Let's go." He commanded his forces. Despite their discomfort, some of their paws being burned to the bone, they all feared Dredge more than the heat.
"To the village, my lord?" Spoke out one of his ranks.
"In time. First, we need to make a small stop…"
Spyro laid beneath the shade of some willow trees alongside Cynder. The gentle breeze was most welcome to combat the heat of the sun as the summer season set in. Spyro crossed his forepaws in front of him comfortably and laid his head down on them with a soft yawn.
"Sleepy already? It's only mid-day!" Cynder pointed out to her amethyst friend.
"I haven't been sleeping well. Just stupid nightmares is all."
"Nightmares? About what?" Cynder asked curiously.
"I'm not sure… it's almost too dark to discern anything. It's like I'm surrounded by a black fog, and I can't breathe. Then I wake up gasping." He turned to her, "I don't know what it means but it's been the same every night. I'm just worried it may mean something bad…"
Cynder rubbed her head against his to comfort him. Since they saved the world and she admitted her love for Spyro, they two have grown closer as a couple rather than friends. Spyro smiled and returned Cynder's gesture with a lick on her cheek, earning a soft giggle from the black dragoness, "Don't worry so much, Spyro. At least not today. It's a day to celebrate!" She said to try and cheer him up.
Spyro nodded gently and stood up with a stretch, "How about a walk? We haven't explored the valley in a long while now…"
"I think that's a great idea." Cynder agreed standing up. As the two started walking they ran into River as she walked backwards out of her tent.
"Please, Thomas, you have to stay off your leg for it to heal. Just lay there!" She sighed heavily and turned to see the two dragons, "Oh! Oh w-wow um-… hi…" She waved meekly.
"Hello! You must be Hunter's sister," Spyro said.
"Yep! He- he's my brother…" her eyes landed on Cynder, "It's uh- nice to finally meet you…" She said, thankful her cheeks were covered in fur so they couldn't see them blush.
"You as well. Hey, is everything okay in there?" Cynder asked.
"Oh yeah, yep, totally everything is… a-okay. Just a uh- rather restless patient." River shifted awkwardly and started backing back up to the tent, "Actually I um have something I need to do so- bye!" She hurried into the tent.
Spyro gave a confused look, "What was that about? Didn't she just leave?" He turned to Cynder.
"You don't think it's because of me… do you?" Cynder asked a bit worried, "She seemed a bit 'off' when she spoke to me…" Her wings drooping were a clear sign she was feeling saddened by this.
"No! No of course not. Has it ever occurred to you that you may have fans?" He bumped his side into her lightly with a soft smile.
"Perhaps… I don't know. Let's just go." She replied, turning to walk towards the lower valley. Spyro followed her by her side, his wing draped over her. His warmth was a welcome comfort to her, and she couldn't help but smile.
Terrador watched as the two stepped out of the camp, a soft sigh escaping his lips, "You left them too soon, brother." The earth guardian spoke out.
"Something on your mind, Terrador?" Cyril asked taking a seat beside him, "I know that look all too well…"
"We all knew Spyro and Cynder may end up becoming more than companions… I just hope they don't allow it to interfere with their training. They still have much to learn." He turned to Cyril, "Where is Volteer?"
"Oh, he's preoccupied. He's teaching a rather un-interested group of Cheetah kits the history of statue creation." Cyril rolled his eyes while Terrador gave a soft, yet deep chuckle.
"Terrador!" Sparx shouted flying through the camp. He almost rammed into the green dragon before he skidded to a stop.
"Sparx? What's the matter?" Terrador asked with a raised eye ridge.
"It's my home! There's these weird looking dragon things that don't look too friendly, and I'm scared for my family there."
Terrador growled lowly and stood up straight, "Show me."
"Shall I join you?" Cyril asked.
"How many were there, Sparx?" Terrador asked the dragonfly.
"I don't know I was kinda focused on finding help! It didn't look like too many."
"I can handle this, Cyril. Stay here and keep the peace. I'll be back soon," Terrador commanded his companion. Cyril nodded his head and Terrador took off to the sky to follow Sparx.
A few minutes later Terrador and Sparx arrived in the Swamp. From overhead Terrador could see four of the wingless dragons running a rampage through the Swamp, tearing up the smaller mushroom trees and causing numerous inhabitants to flee. Terrador growled and divebombed down towards the creatures, turning into an earth ball.
"Look out!" One of the wingless said as Terrador crushed one of the others, using his club tail to smash into another one as he unfurled. There were only two left.
"Who are you, and why have you come here?" Terrador growled, the carcass of the dragon lifting off the ground and falling as Terrador lifted his tail.
"You were a fool to come alone…" One of the dragons hissed out with a toothy grin.
Terrador growled and got ready his elemental breath just as he was struck in the side of the head with a red ball of smoke. The velocity of the ball caught him off guard and it sent him to his side, groaning loudly as his large, muscular body hit the ground. He looked up to see the large black dragon in the air.
"Well, well! If it isn't the Guardian of Earth, come to play!" Dredge hissed as he shot towards the ground. Terrador rolled out of the way just in time as Dredge's tail blade slashed the ground deeply. The green dragon got to his feet quickly and got a bit of distance from the new foe. "Keep back you two! He's mine…" Dredge commanded.
"Whom do you serve?" Terrador roared, "Malefor is dead!" Dredge only delivered a sinister chuckle as he charged at Terrador, trying to get his jaws around the other's neck. Terrador dodged the attack and with his incredible strength, bashed Dredge in the side with his forepaws sending him to the ground hard.
Dredge groaned softly and stood up, "You are strong. Maybe I should even the playing field…" His eyes glowed bright red and smoke came from his mouth as he blew a stream of Fear at the guardian. Terrador shot to the side to avoid the damage.
"Sparx! Get to the village, hurry!" Terrador commanded. Sparx then quickly took off toward the village.
"After him, you fools! Stop him!" Dredge commanded his minions who took off sprinting after Sparx.
"You will not leave this Swamp alive, dragon…" Terrador threatened Dredge as he charged the other, ramming him in the side with his horns.
Dredge slid across the ground to fall into a mushroom tree, uprooting it as he struck. Dredge climbed to his feet with a hiss and turned to Terrador with a sneer. Suddenly Terrador felt the air around him change as Dredge summoned his strength to erupt a shockwave of Fear, tearing through the foliage and hitting Terrador hard enough to send him backwards to his back. Dredge took the opportunity to pounce on the guardian and as he went to bite down on Terrador's neck, he blocked the blow with his arm. Dredge clamped his jaws around the arm, his teeth sinking deep into the flesh.
"ARRGHH!" Terrador roared in pain as he used his tail to hit Dredge in the side. Though he hit him over and over, Dredge didn't let go of Terrador's arm until he had pulled a chunk out, tossing it to the side. Dredge used his tail blade to stab into Terrador's soft underbelly, though despite the pain Terrador still fought to get him off.
"You got some fight in you, old man!" Dredge laughed as he stabbed deeper into him. Dredge then reared his head back and unleashed a thick red cloud, engulfing Terrador's head. The guardian roared and shook violently until he managed to push Dredge off of him. His vision was blurry and distorted, visions of his brothers lying dead before him running through his mind. The guardian was defenseless as he was overcome by fear, trying desperately to break the reality. Dredge then used his horns to pierce Terrador's side, one horn impaling the side of his chest and the other impaling his neck. He pushed the guardian into the ground, gouging his horns deep into the flesh and yanked them out. Terrador gasped lightly but soon his movements stopped, blood seeping from the wounds.
"How much fun was that?" Dredge asked the corpse with a soft giggle, "Well that's over. Time we should be getting you back… wouldn't want you to miss the celebration." Dredge dug his claws into Terrador's body and hooked them as he took off into the sky, carrying him to the valley.
Back at the village the crowds were erupting in festivity; songs being sung, games being played, and even Hunter was heading a small archery tournament. Cyril sat beside Volteer watching the crowds.
"Hello, my glacial friend. Where is Terrador?" Volteer asked Cyril.
"He went to deal with a matter in the Swamp. Should be back any minute." Cyril cleared his throat and turned to the statue of Ignitus, "Doesn't quite capture his greatness, does it?"
"Well said, dear Cyril. Ignitus was a warrior of the ages, and a tremendous leader and compatriot. T'was a pleasure to be by his side." For once Cyril agreed with the lightning dragon as he nodded with a smile. Suddenly he heard what sounded like screams as the ice dragon spun his head around to see Sparx entering the camp, chased by the two wingless dragons.
"Shadow Drakes? What are they doing this far?" Volteer asked anxiously.
"Doesn't matter! They must be dealt with. Come on!" The two dragons charged the Drakes who immediately turned tail and ran out of the camp.
"Y-yeah! Suck that you… you bullies!" Sparx shouted, breathing heavily.
"Sparx, where is Terrador? What happened?" Cyril questioned.
"It was an ambush! This huge black dragon came out of nowhere and Terrador told me to come back to warn you all!"
"Quickly then, there's no time to lose!" Volteer growled and was about to take off before he looked up into the air, "Cyril… what is that?" The guardian asked his friend, his wings drooping and his eyes widening. Cyril also looked up and gasped as he saw what was approaching. Out of the air, Terrador's body came plummeting to the ground, crashing into the statue of Ignitus and shattering it before hitting the ground with a loud crack.
"Terrador!" Cyril shouted, running over to his companion. He could see he was covered in deep wounds, "Terrador! Volteer quickly, come here!" The camp seemed to fall quiet as the village gathered around to see what had happened. Volteer ran to aid, but it was no use.
"Cyril… he's gone."
"No! Come on, help me stop the bleeding!" Cyril shouted, using his paws to cover the wounds.
Dredge flew down to the camp, hovering over the clearing, "Ladies and gentlemen!" He shouted. The village and the two guardians looked up to him, Cyril growling deeply with hatred in his eyes, "Sorry about the wait… but I will be providing the entertainment for the evening…" The dragon cackled before releasing a large cloud of Fear that shot through the crowds.
Down in the valley Ezzara sat beside the river, looking down into her reflection. She sniffled and wiped her eyes, "Moirr…"
"Hey are you okay?" Cynder asked her as the two walked up from behind.
"Yeah. Great." Ezzara replied bluntly.
"I'm sorry about your friend. I'm sure he's just fine," Spyro added, trying to calm her down. Ezzara turned to look at them as if to say something, but her eyes were fixated on the horizon towards the village.
"Um…. What is that?" Spyro and Cynder both turned around to see a cloud of red coming from the village followed by the faint sound of screams.
"The village! It's under attack!" Cynder shouted and started flying back.
"Wait, Cynder!" Spyro called after her before turning to Ezzara, "I can't run back."
"No, no don't worry! Go after her, I'll meet you there!" Ezzara shot to her feet and started running toward the village, followed by Spyro who shot up into the air.
Just as Spyro and Cynder made it to the village the cloud had cleared a bit, but they saw the carnage it had brought. Multiple cheetah warriors were fighting each other and tearing each other apart in fear, locked in a reality of fighting for their life. Some even inflicted wounds on themselves as they dug into their skin, trying to free themselves of spider webbing and crying out in pain. The drakes that Dredge had brought were tearing through the ranks easily though some were able to fight back against the horde.
"Ancestors… what happened here?" Cynder gasped at the horror. Just then Cyril came falling to the ground, Dredge pinning him down. Dredge was about to deliver the killing blow before he turned to see Spyro and Cynder.
"Well, well… the guests of honor." He snickered and stood off of Cyril who was too beaten to raise to his feet.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Spyro roared in anger as he charged at Dredge, using his elemental powers but to no avail as Dredge ducked them only to swat at Spyro hard, sending him rolling to the ground.
Cynder, however, was stunned. Unable to move as she gazed at the dragon before her in horror. Her legs trembled as if they were made of jelly.
"Ahh, Cynder. You know, you were way more beautiful before," Dredge growled as he approached Cynder who was still frozen in place.
"Dr-… dredge…" She stammered out.
Dredge gripped Cynder's throat in his paw and lifted her off the ground. She choked in the tight grasp, kicking her feet to try to free herself, "Such a waste of power… at least you have the decency of remembering who gave them to you." Dredge licked her cheek slowly and chuckled. "I want to squeeze the life out of you… squeeze until those pretty eyeballs pop out of your head!" He growled, "But I still have use of you." He then placed his lips against Cynder's. She groaned in detest but soon realized it wasn't a kiss… he was pulling something from her. He retracted his lips and along with them a stream of black, green, red, and white smoke escaped Cynder's throat and formed a ball in his other forepaw. Cynder almost lost consciousness as her eyes struggled to stay open before Dredge tossed her body to the side.
With the ball of power in his paw he lifted the crystal up along with it, "My master… with this power… YOU ARE REBORN!" He shouted as the power engulfed the crystal. It emitted a bright glow until it shattered, and a black cloud shot up into the sky like a vortex. A loud, rumbling laughter could be heard across the land, "Let there be Chaos…" Dredge smiled maliciously, "Fall back everyone! We are done here…" He commanded and shot into the air. The remaining drakes charged out of the village, knocking down most of the wooden wall that had been put up.
Cyril groaned softly and struggled to get up. "Cyril? Cyril!" Volteer cried out as he tossed a fallen tree off of himself. He ran to Cyril's side, "Are you okay, brother?"
Cyril coughed and nodded his head, "Yes… where is Spyro?"
"I'm here…" Spyro clambered to his feet and walked over with a bad limp, "Cynder? Cynder where are you?" He turned to see Cynder's body laying still on the ground. "Cynder!" Despite the pain he ran over and collapsed beside her, "Cynder! Wake up, please wake up!" Cynder's eyes never opened but her breathing steadied suddenly. "River!" Spyro called out.
River emerged from her tent where she had stayed to protect the wounded. From what she saw there were to be many more. She ran over to Cynder's side and put her head to her chest. "She's breathing… I'll do what I can Spyro, but I've never worked on a dragon before…"
"Please… help her…" River nodded and dragged Cynder delicately back to the tent.
Shortly after Ezzara emerged, looking around at the destruction, "Hells… what's happened?" She asked softly.
Spyro turned to her and growled loudly, "This… is your fault…" He said trying to stand up.
"What?! My fault? What makes you think-"
"As soon as you arrive here, this happens! The entire village destroyed, Cynder close to death…" He took a moment to look around, "Where… where is Terrador?" He asked Cyril and Volteer.
Volteer looked over to the young dragon and sighed deeply, "Terrador… he…" for once the guardian had no words as he hung his head.
"No… no he can't…" Spyro then saw Terrador's lifeless body amongst the shattered statue. He could feel the rage build up inside him as his claws dug into the ground. "Get out…" he said softly to Ezzara though not looking at her.
"Look Spyro, I'm sorry this has happened, but I swear, I-"
"GET OUT!" Spyro spun to her and roared loudly, baring his fangs, his chest glowing a subtly orange as he fought back the urge to burn this woman to ashes. Ezzara put her ears back and sighed gently. She took one last look around the camp and then back to Spyro.
"I'm… I'm sorry. For your losses here today…" She then turned and started walking out of the village.
Spyro watched her go, regretting letting her live as he could feel the darkness in his heart start raging, "She is innocent, young one…" Cyril spoke out, finally climbing to his feet, "She couldn't have possibly done this… however, we have an even greater threat on our hands now." Spyro turned to face Cyril, "One even greater than the Dark Lord himself…"