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Special Thanks to Alec the Dark Angel for being my beta for this story.
The OC "Pyrus" belongs to Alec the Dark Angel.
On the other side of the Dragon Temple, two dragons were slowly stirring as the sun greeted them. The legendary purple dragon was hugging the body of his mate in a loving embrace. The two were intertwined as their bodies were in a tangled heap. As the sun began to slowly rise, one of them awoke from their slumber. Spyro groaned as he opened his eyes. He shifted, rubbing his maw against the back Cynder's neck. The nudge woke her up.
"Good morning…" she said groaning.
"Good morning to you too," he replied to her. Spyro yawned, giving her a gentle squeeze.
"You know Spyro?" Cynder turned her head to look at him.
"You snore; loudly."
Spyro snorted. "No way; you snore louder."
Cynder scoffed. "I couldn't sleep because you were snoring into my ear. I think you were even drooling. I could feel a slight wetness there." Spyro smirked, getting a sudden mischievous idea.
"Was it like this?" Spyro asked, before giving her an affectionate lick at the ear. Cydner cooed, feeling a bit ticklish. "No. But that's definitely a lot better than it was."
Spyro laughed lightly. He then proceeded to give her licks after licks at her maw, then finally ending it with a tender kiss to the lips.
"I love you," she whispered to him.
"I love you more," he replied.
Then at that moment, Spyro's stomach growled.
"I think your stomach disagrees," Cynder said jokingly. "You love food more."
Spyro laughed sheepishly, before breaking the embrace they were locked into. Cynder involuntarily whimpered, already missing the warmth that Spyro gave.
"Come on Cynder, let's get breakfast."
Cynder sighed, but eventually stood up. She stretched before walking ahead of Spyro. She playfully slid her tail across Spyro's neck, brushing up against his neck. Spyro cooed, feeling ticklish.
"Well?" Cynder asked, looking at him with a sly smile.
Spyro shook his head, before wrapping his tail around hers. And with that, the two dragons headed to the Dining Hall.
With the sun shining up high above the clouds, the Dragon Temple's residents were waking up. One of the early dragons, who was already up and about, was the new Fire Guardian, Flare. However, the great morning wasn't welcoming for the dragoness, as her thoughts were rather scattered.
The talk that she had with Volteer yesterday weighed heavily on her mind. Even though Volteer seemed fine and dandy about it, it was still quite clear. He was still disturbed about the death of his beloved. And that was something that was bad for her. And clearly, one dragon had noticed this.
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"She's dead," he answered in an almost hushed tone. "I've only heard of the news from Pyre."
Flare stared at him caringly. "I see…"
Volteer sighed. He didn't want to sour his mood by moping about it. "Yes."
"I am sorry."
"Hm?" Volteer looked up to see Flare scratching her head.
"I shouldn't have brought it up. She was a close friend of yours and—"
"It's okay," Volteer cut her off.
She nodded, and the two continued to walk on, a short silence between them. The cheery atmosphere that was once with them, had taken a dip.
"Listen, Flare," Volteer began. She glanced at him. "I really enjoy talking with you and all this. But I think…" Volteer sighed and stared at the ground. "I want to be alone for now."
Flare smiled understandingly. Approaching him, she placed a paw on his shoulder.
"Take all the time you need partner." Volteer looked at her, a bit surprised at what she said. "I'll always be here for you."
Volteer smiled warmly, giving her an unexpected hug. "Thank you."
Flare was taken aback, but nonetheless returned the hug. A tinge of red across her cheeks was visible. "Uh…you're welcome."
Breaking the hug, Volteer took off, flying off towards the direction of the Temple.
Flare let out a sigh as she watched him go. Her eyes traced the direction he went, before he disappeared off the corner, her view blocked by the buildings. She sat on her haunches, resting for a moment.
"You like him don't you?"
Flare froze. Mechanically, her head snapped towards the direction of the voice. It came from a dragon that had a mischievous smile on his face. It was an electric dragon that was now slowly approaching her. Flare's brows furrowed.
"W-who are you?" she asked, trying to regain her composure.
The dragon flexed out his chest like a stud. "Zaze; Zaze the Dragon."
"Oh I remember you. You were the one talking to Volteer earlier. So that's your name."
"Yeah; that's my name. And I know yours. Flare was it?"
"It's nice to meet you Flare; congrats on being crowned Fire Guardian."
"And I see you've got your eye on the Electric Guardian."
Flare's cheeks instinctively went red. Good thing her scales were red, so it wasn't in contrast.
"Uh…no; that's what you call comforting one's friend." Zaze stared at her for a moment, before his expression relaxed.
"I guess you could say that. I was only testing out if my hunch was true."
"That I liked him?"
"Yes. And I suppose I was mistaken."
Flare smiled. "Fair enough; no harm done."
"You mentioned that you were partners?"
"We were. I don't want to brag, but I think we were the best there ever was."
Zaze chuckled. "Why is that?"
"Well for many reasons. One of the main ones is that we have a strong bond of trust."
"Oh…you trust him with your life then?"
"I do. More than anyone else in the world…" she said, looking off at the distance.
"It's not easy to trust someone that much. Something must have happened right?"
"Something did." She sighed. "I owe my life to him."
"Yes. Without him, I wouldn't be here right now."
"I see." Zaze nodded. "Well, it was nice chatting with you. I have to go now. I have a date to prepare for."
"Good luck with that then," said Flare.
Zaze smiled, before spreading his wings. "Oh, and one last thing."
"Just tell him how you feel!" he then took off.
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Admittedly, Zaze's hunch was right. She tried to deny it at best, and didn't want others to know; but failed. She liked Volteer. Ever since he had saved her life back then, she had always respected the electric dragon, and before she knew it, had fallen for him. Problem was, at the time, Volteer was already in a relationship. Now though, she was having second thoughts.
"If only it was that easy…" she said to herself, remembering Zaze's words.
Clearly Volteer was still disturbed and needed some time before opening up again. She feared that he wasn't ready yet to be in another relationship, now that he was still recovering and all. He needed time. Something she no longer had. Her patience in waiting for him was wearing thin. She wasn't sure if he really was all worth it, now that time has passed. She shook her head. Her personal life can wait, with all its problems behind it. She was a Guardian now, and this was her first official day as a Guardian. She had duties to be assigned to her. And that was when the thought struck her. Conveniently enough, it was Volteer who was tasked in briefing her about her new duties at the Temple.
"So you up for this?" Flame asked.
"Oh heck yes!" Zaze said enthusiastically. "Been a long time since I've got my freak on."
"This should be interesting then," Flame said. "And remember; don't forget the deal; alright?"
"Just no fatal attacks," said Zaze.
And with that, the two buddies headed inside the Dining Hall, to enjoy their morning meal. Cynder was there, but Spyro wasn't in sight. Instead, she was eating alongside the pink dragoness Ember. The two were chatting animatedly, and didn't notice the two enter the room.
"I see, so he fainted?" Cynder asked.
"Yeah…" Ember said, scratching her head. "I hope he'll be alright."
"Don't worry about Zaze. He's going to be fine." Cynder turned her head, and saw the dragon they were talking about. "Look, he's right here. Looking the same way he always has been."
Ember turned her head. Her demeanor immediately changed, seeing Zaze looking peachy. "Zaze, are you feeling better?"
"Hey Ember—yeah; the headache's gone. Thanks for worrying about me." Flame just snorted at this, as he took his seat beside Ember.
"He's one tough dragon, Ember. Don't worry," said Flame his tone sounding with slight annoyance.
"Right you are Flame," said Cynder.
"Where's Spyro?" Flame asked.
"He's with Terrador; got errands to do and whatnot."
"He'll probably be gone for the whole day," added Zaze.
"So what have you two been up to?" Cynder asked, as she took a bite of her breakfast.
Flame glanced at Zaze. "We got a sparring match arranged. Want to watch?" he asked enthusiastically, turning to Ember.
"Sure!" Ember chirped. "I've got nothing better to do. How about you, Cynder?"
"I'm apparently on the same boat as well. I'm in."
"Okay then. Let's finish this breakfast fast so we can get this over with," said Zaze."
A few minutes later, the four dragons headed to the Training Dojo. The double doors opened, opening to the familiar circular room. The statue had already lowered itself, forming the sparring area at the center. Ember and Cynder walked to the side, and seated themselves, eagerly waiting for the boys. Zaze and Flame on the other hand, walked up to the center.
"I hope I can still fight…" said Zaze.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Flame asked.
"It's been a long time since I've been in combat. In fact, I don't even know if I ever was in combat." Zaze began to stretch, a few joints crackling in the process. "I can't remember the last time I even used my electric breath."
"Maybe you should warm up a bit," said Flame. "I want this fight to be fair."
Zaze stretched his neck. With a gentle tap on the floor, he summoned a training dummy before him. Opening his maw, he summoned forth his electric element. It came out fast, shooting from his maw, hitting the dummy square in the head. The electricity crackled, as it ignited the dummy, and set it on fire. In a cloud of smoke, it disappeared, as it was taken down. Another one quickly rose behind it, and Zaze instinctively attacked it. Channeling his electricity, he spun around, and launched himself. His tail blade glowed as electricity coursed through it. He landed, smacking the dummy with his tail. It crumbled completely, the air around it crackling with electricity.
"Yup; still got it."
Author's Notes: I had totally forgotten to post this yesterday. Sorry guys! My bad!
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