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Legacy of Legends

Chapter 27

The Healer

Zaze groaned as the sun hit his face. He rolled to the side, trying to divert the sun's rays that were invading his room and landing on his face. However, to his demise, no matter where he rolled, the light rays still landed on his face. Of course, this happened because the curtains that USED to exist in his room, were now gone.

"Oh man…" He covered his face with his wings, trying to shun away the light.

Up to this day, his investigation of finding out who actually messed up his room, way back at the time of the celebration when all the dragons came back, was still going on. And as of late, he had no leads whatsoever. So far, no one ever mentioned his room or anything relating to messing things up. Zaze though, never gave up; he knew one of the dragons in this Temple messed up his room. They thought he had forgotten. If they had, then surely they are underestimating him. The trail completely froze solid and he had one clue.

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He looked down at the side of his pile of cushions and found…dirt. He touched it, brought it up close to his maw and took a short sniff to confirm. It really was dirt. In all of it's earthy like scent. What the hell was dirt doing in his room? Could this be a clue to finding out who messed his room and why? Maybe it was, or it wasn't. Nonetheless, he took note of the traces of dirt found in his room, before heading out.

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Zaze sighed dejectedly and loosened up. It looked like sleep wasn't coming to get him anymore. Feeling a little lazy, he decided to just lie there for now, and think of things. The culprit to who messed up his room came to him first. He only had one clue. Dirt. That wasn't much of a clue. Surely someone that spent a long time in his room left more clues than that. Zaze stared at the tapestry at the side and something caught his attention. He remembered examining it before. That was when the memory hit him.

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Zaze approached the piece of fabric, and examined it. It was burnt. He hummed to himself, thinking deeply and considering everything that has happened. No one in the right mind would mess up a room with no clear motivation.

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He smacked himself on the head. The tapestry! It was a clue as well. Not just the dirt!  He felt so stupid not realizing it sooner. But…there was a contradiction there. The tapestry was burnt; meaning the dragon that came in the room was a FIRE dragon. Or at least a dragon that could use the element fire; if that was the case, then why would there be dirt there? The dirt suggests that the dragon that went in and did the deed was an earth dragon.

"That doesn't make any sense…" said Zaze. "No dragon can wield two elements…"
He hummed. "Well Spyro can…he's the exception along with Cynder. But Spyro doesn't really do this sort of stuff…he lacks a motive. Cynder though…hmm…"

Well, aside from Spyro and Cynder, THERE WAS another one. But as soon as the thought crossed Zaze's mind, he immediately shrugged it off. The dragon was dead. Spyro and Cynder had killed him already. Clearly, he's not around anymore, let alone messing up rooms. Zaze had to mentally smack himself for even thinking of it. It was a rather stupid idea, putting in Malefor in the equation.

Inevitably, Zaze had to sigh and sit up. No matter how much he looked at it, no one here seemed to be likely to be the culprit. But there had to be one. And what was his motive? A lot of questions popped into Zaze's head with no answer. Even the evidence he had, proved to be somewhat useless since they could all be circumstantial, and none of them could be used to pin the crime on someone.

It really did require more investigation and thinking into the matter.

Zaze blinked realizing his stomach was growling at him. All that thinking to himself got him hungry. Without a second fleeting thought, he stood up and headed outside. He wondered what today would bring him.

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"Hey Zaze," a voice called out.
Zaze looked up and saw Spyro approaching him. Sparx was flying right beside him. Cynder however, wasn't with them. Zaze gulped down the banana he was eating, as Spyro seated himself beside him.
"What's up?" Zaze replied.
"Is it true?" Spyro asked.
"Is what true?"
"That Pyre is coming back; with other dragons?" Sparx asked.
"Who told you that?"
"Uh, Cyril did. He mentioned it to us while we were on the way here," Sparx answered.
"Yeah it's true." Zaze nodded. "I'm not sure when they'll be arriving though."
"I see…" Spyro replied, tapping his head. This made Zaze remember something.
"Hey Spyro, can I ask you something?"
"Ask away."
"Where's Cynder?"
"She's still sleeping."
"Okay, next question. Are you still having headaches?"
Spyro sighed. "Yeah; but I've developed a certain tolerance to the pain now."
"Have you asked Cyril about that?"
"I've already nagged him about that." Sparx crossed his arms. "But Cyril just said to give it a day or so. He just needs some rest and all. And I wouldn't be surprised too." Sparx turned to his brother. "All you've been doing is nothing but training. I swear man, one of these days, you're just going to drop to the floor; collapse because of exhaustion. Terrador is driving you hard way too much."
"Is that all you've been doing?" Zaze asked, surprised at this information.
"Where else would you think I'd be?" Spyro asked.
"I don't know. With Cynder? Dude, you need to relax, man. Loosen up."
"I'm not sure Zaze. It's just that, training…training seems to be the only thing on my mind as of late."
"And for what reason may I ask?" Sparx asked.
"Calm my nerves, I suppose?" Spyro shook his head. "I can't explain it."
"Okay then. I respect that. But seriously though, when you do find the time, try and relax."
Sparx nodded. "Zaze is right. You should be like him Spyro. All laid back without a care in the world, for someone who doesn't have a clue who he is."
"That's me. I try not to let things get to me, and just let them happen, and deal with them as they do."
"Speaking of things happening…" Sparx smirked. "Did you guys happen to see Volteer earlier this morning?"
"No. Why?" Spyro asked.
"He seemed…" Sparx scratched his chin. "What's the right word…?"
"Different?" Zaze guessed.
"Yes, different seems to be fitting."
"Why? Did something happen?" Spyro asked.
"No. It's just that, the way he was yesterday…" Sparx glanced at Zaze, a twinkle in their eyes. "I wouldn't expect him to be like this now."
"What do you mean yesterday? Was Volteer acting strange yesterday?"

Zaze stole a quick glance at Sparx and nodded to himself. Volteer made them promise not to tell anyone about what was going on yesterday; about Volteer seeing Pyrus and Flare apparently mating at the Training Dojo. The three of them are the only ones who know about this event. And they planned to keep it that way.

"In a way; I actually plan to talk to him about it later," Zaze replied.
"I see." Spyro nodded.
"By the way, have you seen Flame?"
"I think he's outside," Sparx replied.
"Okay. Thanks. See you later."
"Later." The brothers replied.

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"Isn't this exciting?"
Terrador's brows furrowed. "You seem awfully cheery today. Want to talk about it?"
The Electric Guardian shook his head. "What? I'm always like this."
"No you aren't. Tell him Cyril."
Cyril sighed. "Can you two, please, focus?" He looked at the two of them seriously, before turning to Volteer. "Where's Flare?"
"Oh, Flare? She's back at our roo—I mean her room."

Cyril and Terrador scrutinized him both at the same time. There was definitely something going on. Volteer just smiled sheepishly, trying to avoid their piercing gaze.

"Uh huh, and how do you know this?" Cyril inquired.
"I went to check on her."
"And you didn't wake her up?" Cyril hummed to himself, looking at Volteer skeptically. "Now why would you go to someone's room, and not wake them up, when in fact they're needed to be up and about early?"
Volteer blinked. "Uh…because…well…"
"Well?" Terrador asked.
"Uh…"
"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!"

The statement caught the three of them off guard. Cyril and Terrador turned around to find the Fire Guardian, Flare, standing behind them. She had a sheepish smile across her face, as she was scratching her head apologetically.

"I'm so sorry. I woke up late. I had…matters to attend to," she said.
Cyril looked at Volteer, who was staring at Flare. The two were looking at each other in a way that he had never seen before. But he decided to let the matter go.
"Fine, we'll rest. But since we're all here, let us go. We have to welcome Pyre and the others."
"Agreed," said Terrador, adopting his formal self again.

Cyril and Terrador walked ahead, leading the way to the front courtyard. At the back was Volteer and Flare. As soon as the two were out of earshot, Flare leaned in close to Volteer.

"Do they know?"
"They suspect," Volteer whispered. "This type of thing can't stay a secret for long."
"Well, let's just relish the privacy we have before it's out in the open." And with that, Flare licked Volteer's cheek. The electric dragon blushed at the affectionate action. He wanted to give a response, but…he wanted to keep this secret as long as possible. He didn't want to risk it.

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"Wow…that's a lot of dragons…"

Zaze stared in enjoyment as he saw the crowd of dragons. Everywhere he looked was dragons. Old, young, teen, even hatchlings were there. The four main elements were clearly present. And to their surprise, Terrador and Cyril were already there, entertaining and welcoming the newcomers. All of them were clearly ecstatic that they were finally coming home to the city that they used to live in. Flare and Volteer were there as well, being talked to by some older looking dragons. It looked the same as before, but the crowd seemed bigger this time.

"Can you see my dad?" Flame asked.
Zaze examined the crowd, and saw the dragon in question. Pyre was chatting with Cyril.
"There! Can you see him?" Zaze pointed.
"Yeah, I see him, thanks Zaze!" And with that Flame went after his dad.
"Wait for me," Ember said, chasing after him.
"I wonder if Flame ever plans on telling his dad he got himself a girl now…?" Zaze asked himself.

Surely he would tell his dad. That was the sole reason he wasn't allowed to come with him to help find the other dragons in the first place. With nothing much to do, he decided to go for a walk. Entering the Temple once again, he happened to pass by Cyril, who looked like he was troubled.

"Cyril, you okay?"
"Yes, I am fine. Thank you for asking. It's just that I am having trouble looking for someone."  
"Can I help? Who are you looking for?" Zaze asked.
"A dragoness—now before you say anything," Cyril cut him off as Zaze was about to comment. "No, Zaze. It's not like that. I'm looking for her, because we are in need of a healer."
"A healer?" Zaze asked.
"Remember when Flame was at the infirmary and I was the one treating him?"
"Yeah, I do. Why?"
"Well, I can't do that all the time. I'll be busy dealing with students and Guardian duties in general. I won't be able to be present all the time to fix dragons back to good health. Which is why, we need a healer; someone that has medical training that can fill in the post permanently."
"And this dragoness is someone with the right requirements?" Zaze concluded.
"Yes. Pyre informed me earlier. She's an earth dragon. Her name is Alyssa."
"I guess looking for her is not that much of a task. How old is she?"
"About the same age as I am."
Zaze's brows furrowed. "How old are you?"
"Well Zaze, if you must know, I am still in my young prime youth. You may describe me as a virile stud, thank you very much." Cyril's tone sounded like Zaze had struck a nerve. He made a mental note to tread lightly around Cyril when age and masculinity in general was discussed.

"Okay, okay. No need to be so touché."
Zaze looked around and sure enough, there were immediately a couple of dragons that caught his eye. But majority of them were males, and most were old looking dragons. Some were too young, others way too old. And when he saw some females, it was practically the same.
"Are you sure she's—wait, I think I see her." Zaze saw a dragoness; young, beautiful, sexy, same age as Cyril; she must have been her.
"Yeah, I think I do too. Come, let us talk to her."

The two dragons then approached the dragoness. It was Cyril, who initiated the conversation.

"Excuse me," he said.
"Yes?" The dragoness turned around.
"Are you Alyssa, by any chance?" Cyril asked. She smiled.
"Yes, I am. Who might you be?"
Zaze then noticed that Cyril slightly puffed his chest out as he responded. "Cyril, the Ice Guardian."
"And I am Zaze. Zaze the dragon."
"The name is Alyssa. And this is my brother, Manuel," she said, referring to the ice dragon beside him.
"Nice to meet you," he replied, smiling at Zaze. Zaze smiled back.
"Well, Alyssa, it has come to our attention that we are in need of a healer in this Temple. Pyre has informed me that you have the skills. Are you interested?"
She smiled. "Yes, I am."
"Great! I shall brief you officially later."
"I am happy to be of service. And Cyril?"
"Yes?" Cyril turned to face her.

And then that's when things took a turn for the confusion. It happened so fast that Zaze was surprised by it. As Cyril turned, he was met with a paw to the face. He was smacked, hard, causing him to fall down the floor, as he was caught off guard. He turned his head, and saw the smiling Alyssa had changed demeanors. Her warm smile was gone, and she was clearly glaring at the fallen dragon beside him.

"That's for what you did."

And with that, Alyssa turned around and left, who was followed by an equally shocked Manuel.

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Author's Notes:
Yes folks. It's time for Cyril's Social Link.

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