After the fight the three had just had, they were a little bit tired. But they did not let that slow them down. They were able to get a good distance from the messed up clearing they had just fought in before their tired and sore bodies started to demand some form of rest.

While they were flying the three were able to get a much better look at each other. Marshal found Spyro and Cynder to be exactly as depicted in the games, which scared him a little.

Spyro and Cynder were finally able to tell why they had such a hard time seeing Marshal at times. What scales they could see were sort of brownish white, almost tan color with the exception of his chest and underbelly scales, of which they could only see the upper bit near his neck, those scales were more sky blue. But the part that actually shocked them was the Leather "armor" he was wearing.

The couple had been fighting long enough, and with being in war they figured they knew just about any type of armor out there. But this...this type of armor they were seeing was unlike anything they had ever seen. It was hard to say just how durable it was, but they both figured it was something. That did not mean they were going to be taking off their own armor any time soon thou.

None of the group's minds stayed on appearance long, they were just too tired to really care about that. So once their bodies started to demand rest, and they came across a clearing large enough to hold three of them, the group was setting down.

Spyro and Cynder landed first, and they almost collapsed straight onto the ground, their legs not even wanting to hold them up any longer.

Marshal however, he circled the clearing once then took off into a different direction.

Seeing this, Spyro groaned and got ready to take off again, but was stopped by Cynder, "Don't. I felt that odd feeling again. I think he sensed something and went after it. I'm sure he'll be back."

Spyro groaned lightly, nodded and laid down, letting his tired body finally rest a little. Cynder came up next to him and did the same.

While they waited for Marshal, the couple was quiet, but being able to be close to each other made them feel content.

They did not have to wait long before Marshal came back. And when he came back he had three deer with him. Two being held by his paws and the third held firmly in his jaw. It was an odd sight to say the least, but the couple was not about to complain.

Marshal had to drop his catch before he was able to land, and even still the sudden change in weight threw him his landing off. And then when you couple in his own tiredness it made his landing a bit comical. For when he hit the ground, he was going a tad slower than he normally would, so he did not have the forward momentum he was used to that allowed him to go straight into a walk. And then his legs did not want support him. So when he landed, he face planted, then the rest of his body rolled forward and slammed into the ground on completion of the roll.

From his back Marshal groaned lightly and let out a light, "Ouch." And then he heard some mild laughing coming from nearby.

He found the source to be the couple, he almost wanted to yell at them, but then when he thought about, he realized his landing was a little funny, so he let it slide. So with only Will Power remaining, he forced himself up, folding in his wings as he did so, and started to work on making a fire so that they could have cooked deer.

Spyro was about to get up to help Marshal but stopped when he saw Marshal stand up on two legs and begin to collect several different sized branches. Both members of the couple were shocked to see a dragon on two legs. They only ever really thought of doing such a thing to work machines and attacks, not for general use, walking around or carrying items. They both had to silently admit that it worked though.

With the wood collected and soon set up Marshal stepped back and before he could work to try and create the actual fire, Spyro blew a small fireball at the base of the wood lighting near instantly. With a little bit more work the fire became stable and all you had to do to keep it lit was to drop a good piece of wood on it from time to time.

Once the fire was fully up, Marshal went and got a quick drink at the nearby stream that ran along the edge of the clearing. With his throat no longer dry he went to the other side of the fire from where Spyro and Cynder were resting and cooking one of the dear for themselves. Once there he grabbed another of the deer and started to cook it as well, well after he skinned it anyways much like the couple had done. Apparently not even normal dragons liked dealing with fur in their teeth.

All three of them ate their dinner in peace and quiet, well sort of. Spyro and Cynder were closely watching Marshal, for he was a massive unknown to them. He was unlike any dragon they had ever seen, and his skills, abilities, and allegiances were unknown to them. As such they were little on edge, but not all that much given that he obviously did not like Dreadwings. So while there was a possibility of him being an ally, there doing their best to treat him as a Neutral.

Marshal however was completely relaxed, for the most part. He already figured he had jumped into a different world when he woke up, the different body and environment sort of gave that away. When he was first attacked he had started to wonder if he was in a video game. Now that he'd met the "legendary couple" he knew he was in a video game.

Or maybe it would be more accurate to describe it as the world the game was based on? Or maybe the opposite direction? I'd have to research that…

Spyro was eventually the first to speak. "So…You said something about a Q and A?" He did look slightly confused at the term

Marshal gave Spyro a nod, and responded at the same time he began to work on his newest pelt. "Means questions and answers. We both probably got questions, and the other might have an answer. Though…I'll admit I'm just sort of…going with the flow since I first woke up around here…pardon the pun."

Cynder let out a light giggle, "It was an alright Pun as Puns go. At least it's better than slinking to the shadows, zapping to and fro, and waiting for something to light the way."

Spyro and Marshal got questioning looks on their face at the response, which only made Cynder giggle again.

Shaking off his partner's odd actions, Spyro turned his attention back to Marshal. "I know you fought the Dreadwings and all. But given they are around, I do sort of need to ask, how do we know you're not with them?"

Marshal shrugged, "In short. You don't." That froze the other two, but he just kept on going, at the same time he also started to take off his Armor and began attaching his now ready ex-pelt. "There isn't anyone You could easily talk to easy your minds. But so far the only things I have going for me is that I haven't tried to hurt either of you, I killed some Dreadwings and their riders and I am leaving myself completely open to attack from either one of you."

All three of those where true, he could have easily tried and hurt them, there was not anyone around and personal references can be staged, and lastly he was hardly looking at them, more engrossed in his work leaving his neck and sides wide open for any kind of attack.

Cynder seemed to notice something about it all first, "You trust us? Despite not knowing us."

"To have trust, someone must first give it. I know you two are good dragons, and would only hurt another if they had done wrong. As I have done no wrong I am not afraid of you. I would hope that if we were attack right now, despite us being extremely tired, I would be able to rely on you to cover my blind spots while I do the same for both of you. That is Trust, to have another's back. And while I may not have yours right now, I hope to earn it in the future."

Spyro raised an eyeridge, "That was a little scattered brained for an answer."

Marshal stopped what he was doing, looked at them for a moment before shrugging and going back to his work, "Yea. I have a very active brain that can't give anything in straight neat answers. Sorry."

Spyro shook his head, "No it's alright. Makes you easier to…understand I guess."

Marshal did a half nod, but was still working on his armor.

Cynder was a little curious with it and was trying to get a different look, but she did not want to move from Spyro's side, he was just so warm and comforting. So she settled for a different approach after a few seconds of personal debate. "What is it you're working on?"

Marshal stopped again, looked at Cynder, then back at the somewhat-armor, "This? It started out as a few deer pelts put together sloppily so that I could get some use out of them. But then I accidently found a way to…I guess Harden would be the best word. And in finding that I made it into a version of light armor. Keeps me warm at night, and is kind of comfortable, so I'm not complaining too much."

Spyro grew a small smirk on his face, "It's…certainly something. At least it's better than nothing."

Marshal nodded in agreement, he then tilted his head slightly before he continued to work. Though it was not long before his finished. And once done he spent little time in returning the odd armor to his body. All of his body was more or less protected now, with some exceptions, mainly his wings and head past the general level of the jaw line.

With it all attached, Marshal got up and moved around a bit. He must have been happy with his work for he had a small smile and nodded to himself in a rather happy manor.

Spyro and Cynder chuckled lightly at his actions, causing the older dragon to blush slightly. All further thoughts seemed to vanish though as Cynder gave a small yawn, though she tried to hide it.

Marshal sighed lightly, "I guess it is getting late."

Cynder nodded meekly, "Yea…long day. Though I was hoping to ask some things first."

Marshal laid himself back down on the opposite of the fire before he responded, "Well, there is always tomorrow. And if we wait till then to talk more we'll all be more rested and of better minds."

The couple nodded in agreement and understanding and showing how tired they were, cuddled up to each other and fell asleep without really thinking.

Marshal was up for a bit longer after the two, trying to think through his cobwebs, mostly around what was going on.

But it all kept coming back to the same thoughts, "I'm in a world that I played as a video game. With two of the main characters. This is either a really long dream, or my luck really has gone down the drain…. Though, I can think of a few ways it can get worse….and now with my luck here it comes."

AN: I hate it, I really freaken hate it. I've been stuck with this one for a long time now, I just could not figure out how to clean up that long and rather forced original draft. In the original the interactions were less natural, there were a lot more questions right out front, and the flow just sucked. It took me many tries to even come up with this. So in the end, there is a lot less random info here, but I've decided to extend that over several chapters. Help build up the trust more naturally instead of near instant like I had it, which was really odd when I looked back at it. Hopefully the rest won't be as bed, for if it is then this rewrite is going to take a LONG time.

In slightly different news, it is good to be back and working on this story again. I have a lot of free time on my hands on my off days, and I've been drawn back to the Spyro fandom. I will do my best to stay here, but don't count on it I'm still extremely scatter brained and have way too many stories running around on my computer begging to be typed, and one in a paper notebook wanted to be written. But I will do my absolute best to keep with this again, and if not this than most likely What the... as that one is extremely random making it fun to think of, and also a Spyro fanfict...of a sort allowing me to keep my mind in the right realm.

By the way, Did anyone get the last Pun Cynder gave out? I had a little fun thinking on that one. But anyways, that is all I got for now, though I hope to have more later. So until I post again, happy reading.

27 FEB 15 EDIT: More of the same edits, formatting and the such. And yes I am working, or more trying to work, on the following chapters. Blame a combo of a form of Writer's block, motivation, I really don't like the next several chapters.