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Legacy of Legends 2

Chapter 9

Issues

“So let me get this straight, you sneezed out Convexity?” Latis asked in a hushed tone.
“Yeah, I kind of did. I don’t know how, but I just did,” Zaze replied.
Cyril groaned as he walked forward. “What are you two whispering about there?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing,” Latis replied, glancing at Zaze.
“So, Cyril, does it hurt?” Zaze asked.
“Not so much as it hurts my pride.” The Ice Guardian sighed as they kept walking. “Do you know embarrassing it is to be cut off mid-sentence, because your ass got burned by a stray shot of Convexity?”
Latis shook her head. “No, but I think I can imagine.”
Zaze just kept quiet, because he was the one that actually caused that.

Rounding around the corner, the three dragons headed inside the infirmary, which was empty of any dragons. The resident healer, Alyssa, was nowhere to be found. Closing the door behind them, Latis sought out her master.

“Where’s Alyssa? Shouldn’t she be here?” she asked, going over to the backrooms.
Cyril walked over to the side, and began rummaging the things that were placed at the shelves. He grabbed a flask which was filled with clear liquid, and proceeded to lie down on one of the beds.
“She’s not here, because it’s lunchtime,” Cyril replied.
“Oh,” said Latis, appearing behind Zaze. “Do you want me to go get her?”
“I am perfectly capable, Latis. I am a healer myself. Thank you, but you two should eat lunch now.”
Latis nodded. “Okay, come on, Zaze.”
“You go on ahead. I’ll catch up with you later. There’s just something I wanted to ask Cyril.”
“See you there then. We’ll save you a seat.”
“Thank you.”

And with that, Latis left. As the door closed, Zaze turned around to find Cyril in a rather…odd pose. He was lying down on the bed, and was trying reach with his forepaw, which was wet with the fluid in the flask, to reach his…backside?

“What are you doing?” Zaze asked.
Cyril relaxed and looked at him. “I need to apply some of this,” he motioned to the opened flask that sat at the table nearby. “On the burn mark of the Convexity shot; I’m just having trouble right now, because I can’t reach it.”

Zaze watched for a few moments, as Cyril showed his point. He truly couldn’t reach it. The Ice Guardian closed his eyes, and sighed.

“Zaze?”
“Yes?”
“Before I answer that question you wanted to ask, can I ask a favor from you?” The Guardian looked at him straight in the eye.
Zaze gulped. He got a bad feeling all of a sudden. “What is it?”
“Would you kindly please rub this on my ass?”

A lot of thoughts passed through Zaze’s head.

0 0 0 0 0

The Earth Guardian sighed. “I understand that it must be very hard for you right now, Crombe. But going around, and attacking a dragon is not something you can do so freely here.”
“It wasn’t just any other dragon. It was Cynder.”
“Yes, but you must understand. She is different now. She is no longer evil.”
“I can hardly believe that.”
“But you must. The sole reason we all are here is because of her and Spyro’s efforts. Without the two of them, we wouldn’t even be talking here.”
Crombe huffed and look away. “You speak like it’s easy for you to forgive her for what she did to all of us.”
Terrador tapped his paws on the floor gently. “It wasn’t. I admit I lost a few good friends because of her, but I couldn’t blame her for what she did. It wasn’t her actions, but of the Dark Master.”
Crombe looked at him and narrowed his eyes. “That’s it? Just friends? You only lost just a few good friends?” He shook his head. “I lost my life because of her! How can you expect me to easily live my day to day life, knowing full well that the dragon that cost me everything is right by me, pretending that nothing ever happened?”
“I can assure you, Crombe, she has atoned for what she has done.”
"Cynder has atoned for what she has done? Does that mean that she has been tortured and hurt so that she knows the pain she has caused?" Crombe asked.
Terrador bit his lip. Crombe was stubborn dragon. "You could say that," he answered. "What I need you to do, Crombe, is to just trust her. And apologize."
“I'll apologize," Crombe said. "But nothing you can do can make me trust her."
"Good," Terrador replied. "And promise me you will not attack her because of your grudge."
“I'll keep that promise as long as she stays away from me," Crombe said.

And with that, Crombe turned around and left the room.

Terrador sighed, and stood up. Crombe was a ticking time bomb. If he couldn’t think of a solution that could defuse the tension inside Crombe, he’ll explode and that wouldn’t be a good thing. This tension he has with Cynder has to be resolved as soon as possible, but how, the Guardian didn’t know.

0 0 0 0 0

Cyril groaned.

The feeling of the once burning sensation now gone was a relief to him. Especially how it was being applied definitely felt good. Though, it was a bit awkward.

“There? Better?” Zaze asked.
“Much better…” Cyril replied. Then he looked at him. “You said you wanted to ask me something earlier. What is it?”
Zaze looked at him. “You and Alyssa seem to be in better terms now.”
Cyril nodded. “Yeah…what about it?”
“What happened?”
“What do you mean what happened?
“Oh you know what I mean. Back before, you two were at each other’s throats, and now, you seem to be like good friends with each other. What happened?”
“Well…”

0 = 0 = 0

“I was…reflecting, about the things you’ve said. Listen, I’m sorry okay.”
Alyssa scoffed and rolled her eyes. She was about to turn, when Cyril grabbed hold of her shoulder.
“I mean it.” He looked her in the eye. “I’m sorry. For everything.”

Alyssa looked into his eyes, and saw his intention. He really did mean it. However, before she could reply, a loud crash came from above, disrupting their encounter.

“What was that!?” Cyril shouted.
“Cyril, when all of this is over, we’ll talk? Okay?” Alyssa asked.
“I understand.”
“Good. Now come on, that couldn’t have been good.”

0 = 0 = 0

“After everything calmed down, with you three surviving your encounter with the Dark Dragon, we did talk.”
“Okay. And I am guessing you apologized?”
Cyril bowed his head. “I did. You were right, Zaze. I am an arrogant self-righteous bastard. And I came to realize that much later than I hoped. Alyssa decided to give me a second chance, so here I am now.”
Zaze nodded. “So does this mean you two are together now?”
Cyril gave Zaze a look. “Where did you get that idea? And besides, I decided for myself to just stay friends with Alyssa. It’s for the better anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think my Casanova days are over, Zaze. I’ve caused enough damage already. I feel like I shouldn’t be allowed to be in love again.”
“Isn’t that a bit too harsh?”
“Probably, but it’s a consequence I have to live with. And Alyssa is a living reminder of that. Who knows how many other dragonesses are out there, just waiting to give me a piece of their mind?”
Zaze nodded. Hell hath no fury like a dragoness scorned. “So basically, you’re chastising yourself, as a way to atone for everything you’ve done?”
Cyril blinked. “In simpler terms, yes.”
“Wouldn’t that be a bit too harsh for you? I mean, can’t you changed it to being faithful instead? Being faithful is easier than being chaste.”
“Faithful to whom? Alyssa? I doubt that she’ll ever accept me back after all the stuff I’ve done to her.”
“You can always try, right?” Zaze suggested.
Cyril looked at him and sighed. “You know, you have a point. But this time, I’m going to have her make the moves. If she doesn’t want me, it’s fine. But if she does, she can have all this to herself.”

Just then, the unthinkable happened.

“Is someone in here—OH MY DEAR ANCESTORS!!!”

Zaze and Cyril looked towards the door, to find a shocked Alyssa staring at them, maw opened in horror.

That was when it occurred to the two of them what they must have looked like.

“IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!” Cyril shouted. “I CAN EXPLAIN!”
“ZAZE! Get away from Cyril NOW!” Alyssa shouted.

0 0 0 0 0

“Sorry I’m late guys!” Zaze said as he walked over to their table. Spyro and Cynder were happily chatting with Flame and Ember, whilst Manuel was talking to Latis.
“Zaze!” Latis exclaimed, seeing him. “Here’s your seat,” she said, motioning for him to sit next to her.
“Thank you!” replied Zaze.
“So what did you two talk about?” Latis asked, as Zaze grabbed something to eat.
“Oh, nothing,” Zaze replied. “Just checking in on an old friend.”

0 0 0 0 0

Terrador walked down the halls of the Temple, and happened to come across Cyril who was walking rather oddly.

“Ah, Cyril, just the dragon that I was looking for…” He then noticed his walk. “What happened to you?”
Cyril sighed. “A stray shot of Convexity hit me.”
“Convexity? Did Spyro—“
“He did. Pyrus made him do it as a demonstration. I swear, I think that dragon has it in for me,” he said, half joking and half serious. “Anyways, you were looking for me?”
“Yes. Listen, it’s about Crombe.”
“That earth dragon you brought back the other day? Is he still attacking Cynder?”
“No. If he did, we would have heard of it now.”
Cyril’s brow rose up. “So what is it then?”
“He has trust issues.”
“That explains why he still hates Cynder. It’s understandable. I’m guessing you are planning on doing something about it?”
“Yes. But how, is why I came to you.”
“Me?”
“I think I have an idea as to how to fix this.”
“Do tell.”

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