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Chapter 7

A Request

"I can't believe you manage to drag me into this."

"The party's not that bad Zaze."

"The food's great yes, but I'll be heading out as soon as I am done."

Sparx sighed. "Suit yourself then."

Sparx then disappeared into the crowd of dragons who were busy enjoying themselves at the night's festivities. So here he was at Warfang Square. Zaze sighed as he watched the crowd dance to the music. Somehow, he found sleeping more worth it. But he needed to eat, and he needed to confront the dragon that had messed up his room. And said dragon, conveniently came into view.

"Hello Cynder," he said with a grin. That was when he noticed that she was wearing an ornate headdress. Zaze had to admit, it suited her. "You look stunning."

She snorted. "Thank you for the flattering words. You look like your usual self."

"I try to be." Zaze replied with a smirk. "But right now, I need to talk to you."

"And may I ask why?"

"You know why I am talking to you," Zaze said, turning serious.

Cynder however, just cocked her head. "About the bet? Yes, I'm still working on it."

"Yes that too. But also for another reason?"

"And that might be?"

"Don't pretend you don't know why."

"Pretend I don't know what? Zaze what are you talking about?" Cynder asked clearly puzzled.

Zaze raised a brow. Was his hunch correct? It had to be. "I came into my room earlier today, to find it in a mess. Worst of all, you even burned the tapestries! I can't believe you would do that."

Cynder looked at him, surprised at the sudden accusation. "What the hell are you talking about? I was here outside the whole time. You can ask Spyro and Sparx that."

Zaze sighed, realizing her point. He couldn't exactly prove that when his room was messed with. He hummed to himself thinking deeply.

"You have the reason to do so, the motive, but you have a point."

"You're thinking I did it out of revenge because of the bet?"


"That's not solid Zaze. And besides, like I said, I have an alibi which can be confirmed." Zaze sighed. Cynder approached him and patted him at the shoulder. "Sorry Zaze, I'm not the one who messed up your room."

"I understand…I wonder who did it though…"

"I never knew you were in a relationship Cynder."


The unknown voice made Zaze stop thinking. He looked around to find the one who said the statement. It came from behind them, from a red fire dragon. He recognized said dragon. It was the dragon earlier that was with Pyre. It was his son, Flame. The red scaled dragon was smiling at them, as he approached.

"It's nice to meet the one who has captured the black dragoness' heart."

Zaze could only stutter one clear word. "Eh?"

Cynder however looked embarrassed. "No it's not like that!" she said. "Zaze, this is Flame. Flame this is Zaze."

"Nice to meet you Flame," said Zaze.

The fire dragon nodded. "Likewise; are you not together? I thought you were."

Zaze snorted. "What could you have possibly seen that made you think that?"

"You two acted rather close to each other so I thought—"

"So you thought we were a couple?" Zaze laughed. "That's just stupid."

Flame looked rather embarrassed. "Sorry."

Zaze shrugged then grinned. With a quick move, he wrapped his wing around Cynder, pulled her close to him, and smiled mischievously.

"But we do look good together huh?" he said with a wink.

Flame just stared at the playful dragon before him, not sure how to react. Cynder however looked half disgusted and half annoyed. She pushed him and snorted.

"Speak for yourself."

"Fine girl, but"—Zaze motioned to his body—"all this? You're missing out."

Cynder just scoffed and shook her head. Flame cocked his head, watching the two argue.

"And I thought Sparx was obnoxious sometimes," she said in displeasure.

Zaze waved her off. "Oh you killjoy; I was just fooling around."

Cynder giggled; she had to admit, being random was normal behaviour for Zaze.

Zaze turned towards Flame and wrapped a forepaw around his neck. "Right Flame? You know I was just fooling around right?"

Flame flashed him a smile. The friendliness of the dragon was contagious. "Uh…yeah."

Zaze gave him a thumb up, and patted him at the back. "Right you are."

"I hope you three are getting along quite well?"

The three of them turned around to see Pyre, smiling at the three of them.

Flame glanced at Zaze and Cynder then back to his father. "We are."

"That's good to hear." Pyre noticed Cynder's headdress. "Cynder, you look stunning."

The black dragoness blushed at the compliment. "Thank you. By any chance have you seen Spyro?"

Pyre scratched his chin. "I think I saw him talking with Ember, there at the refreshments."

Cynder's expression changed to somewhat pissed. "She is?" Pyre nodded.

"Thank you." And with a nod, she disappeared through the crowd headed to find Spyro.

Pyre looked down at the two males. "You two enjoy yourselves."

"We will," answered Zaze. Pyre nodded before heading off himself. After a few seconds, he turned to face Flame. "What's up with Cynder?'

Flame sighed. "It's Ember…" he shook his head.

"Who's Ember?" asked Zaze.

"Uh…a friend of mine, you could say. She's a pink dragoness that sports a heart shaped necklace."

Zaze chuckled. "Jewellery eh?"

"Yup. And the main reason Cynder's like that because I think she's jealous of her. And I think I'm right."

Zaze turned to the direction Cynder went. "Jealous eh? This is going to be fun. What; is Ember like hitting on Spyro or something?"

Flame nodded. "No. More like, she's hogging Spyro to herself. Ever since they met earlier, she wouldn't leave Spyro's side. And all she did was asked him question after question."

"I see. So Flame, how you find Warfang? Is it great? Good? What?" he asked the red dragon.

"It's been a blast. The flying space is amazing. Back in our old place, I couldn't fly as much as I want, since we weren't allowed to fly up high, or go beyond the border; for safety reasons. But here, it's just been smooth sailing."

"Glad you find it that way."

"And I'm guessing living at the Temple is going to be good too. Finally having a decent place to sleep in for the night is a good break from it all."

"Right you are. The sleeping accommodations are great!"

"Plus being able to finally start training again, under the guidance of the Guardians is going to be great!"

"Oh right, that too."

Zaze wasn't looking forward to training. He just preferred to be lazy. Then again, he was going to train under Volteer. That would prove to be interesting.

"It's sad though…dad has to leave."

"Huh? Why?" Pyre was leaving?

"They have to go back. Fix a few things back at the old place. I guess it can't be helped. Plus they also volunteered, and a couple of others to help in finding other dragons out there."

"Why don't you go with him them if you rather stick with him?"

Flame stared at Zaze. "My dad told me I'd rather stay here. He doesn't want me getting hurt or anything."


"More or less; plus he told me I should stay here and make new friends. Because it was time for me to find that special dragon, as he said."

Zaze laughed. Flame however just stared, wondering why he reacted so.

After recovering from his laughing fit, Zaze faced him. "So your father wants you to hook up with someone then?"
Flame shook his head as if embarrassed. "Yeah…I'm his only son, so I guess he can't help to secure the family line I suppose."

Zaze shrugged. "I guess it's natural."

"How about you?"

"What's your story?"

Zaze sighed. He was getting tired getting asked this. Because each and every time he was asked, he could only reply with the same answer.

"That's the problem. I don't have a story."

Flame cocked his head to the side. "Huh?"

"I guess Cynder hasn't mentioned it to you yet, but I suffer from amnesia. I don't have any memories of my past life whatsoever. My memories only start when I happened to bump into Spyro and Cynder back at the forest, as they were headed to Warfang."

Flame looked at him, as if seeing him in a new light. "That's—"

"Sad? Not really." Zaze cut him off. He turned his head and stared at the dragons having the time of their life and dancing the night away.

"It's not like I remember anything worth being sad about."

"I suppose so."

"Yeah; I think of it as a new chance. I was given a new clean slate. No one knows who I am, and I don't know who I am. So I guess it's the perfect chance to start fresh." Zaze glanced back at him. "And besides, I have my"—Zaze walked over to Flame and put a paw around his shoulder—"friends and the Guardians to keep me company, so I don't feel lonely and lost in this odd world."

Flame playfully pushed him to the side. "Since when were we friends?"

Zaze looked insulted. "And here I thought we were going to be good buddies?"

Flame chuckled. "I was being sarcastic."

"I knew you were," said Zaze smiling smugly. Flame just snorted. "Now come on, let's get something to drink. I'm feeling thirsty."

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"So that dragonfly earlier? He really was your brother?"

"More or less; like I've said, we may not be related by blood, but to me, he's more than enough to be called a brother."

"Wow…" said the dragoness in wonder.

Spyro chuckled, seeing as how easily the dragoness was impressed. He, Spyro—if it wasn't that obvious enough—was with the pink dragoness named Ember. The two of them were at the side of Warfang Square, at a balcony of sorts. Spyro, to his surprise, was actually enjoying the company of the curious dragon. Never had he encountered a dragon so interested about him.

Ember shuffled her paws idly, as she noticed Spyro staring at her. "I'm sorry…" she blushed.

"For what?"

"You know, for asking you all these questions…"

"No, it's no problem. Frankly, you're the first dragon who's legitimately interested in knowing everything about me."

Ember giggled. "It's just that, I've heard stories about purple dragons ever since I was a hatchling. I've always wanted to meet one…and here I am now…" she said, smiling at him.

Spyro smiled at her. "I'm glad that I made that dream possible for you."
Ember sighed. "It's just that I'm scared though…"


"It's your um…friend, Cynder."

"What about her?"

Ember scratched her head. "I don't think she likes me."

"What makes you say that?"

"I think she's angry at me because I've been hogging you all day."

Spyro shook his head, laughing lightly. "Don't worry. I'll talk to her."

"Thank you," replied Ember. "Speaking of which, can I ask you another question?"

"You've been asking me all day, and you already have."

Ember smiled sheepishly, but nonetheless continued. "What's the relationship between you and Cynder?"

Spyro hummed to himself, thinking deeply on how to answer the question. After a moment's pause, he turned to face Ember.

"We're friend; best friends even. We're always there for each other."

Ember looked at him. "Oh…" then her tone changed. "Really?"

"You sound disappointed. Why?'

"I thought you were closer than that."

Spyro raised a brow. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"Nothing," said Ember with a cheery smile. Spyro raised a brow but dismissed it.

"Speaking of relationships, are you romantically involved with someone?"

Spyro stared at her, a bit surprised at her frankness. "Isn't that a private question?"

Ember pouted. "Come on! Tell me! Are you?"

"Well…" Spyro sighed. "No." Spyro chuckled to himself. He couldn't believe he was having this conversation. "It's not like I had the time to be with someone since I was rather busy. But now that I have…" He turned his head and looked at the stars.

Ember perked up. "Who do you have in mind?"

Spyro grinned to himself. She was a really curious dragoness. "It's a secret," he said in a whisper.

The look on Ember's face was enough to make him giggle. "Sorry."

"I understand," she replied. "But can I ask a favour from you? Since it's clear that your minds made up and I'm pretty sure it's not me you want to be with…" she trailed. She shuffled her paws, bowing her head, avoiding Spyro's curious gaze. If it weren't for her pink scales, the hard blush on her cheeks would have been blatantly obvious, even under the dim light.

"What is it Ember?"

"Um…I would really appreciate for you to…to…make my other dream possible…"

"And that dream is?"

Ember braved herself. This was a very bold request. But she had always dreamt of this moment in her life, and now that it was in her reach, she wasn't going to back down and have her resolve fall apart.

"Please kiss me."

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It was hours later, when the two newly made buddies, Zaze and Flame headed up the steps of Warfang. The party and festivities were still going in full swing, but the two dragons found them feeling tired.

"Food was great…haven't eaten like that for a long time…" said Flame, patting his stomach.

"I can tell." Zaze grinned. "You look fatter already."

"Look who's talking. You're a lot heavier than I am!" Flame teased back.

"Oh really? Who was the one that managed to eat a whole chicken leg without even stopping to chew?"

Flame burped, making Zaze's point stronger. "Okay fine. You win this round."

The two were reaching the final steps, and before long they had reached the two double doors that marked the entrance to the Dragon Temple.

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