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Things to Come

 

The sun shined brightly up at the sky as the cool morning breeze breezed into the room. Blue scales slowly moved as the rays of the sun hit the cheeks of the dragon. A yawn followed by a mere stretch, and soon, Izrayl was awake. Stretching his back, he heard the audible joints that cracked as it went back into place. Rubbing his eyes, he hopped off the bed, and wandered down the hall. His stomach was growling and he wanted something to eat.

He sighed. Now as he walked, he tried to rack his brain for anything. Any clue, memory that he might have remembered from the good night’s sleep he had gotten. So far though, it had come empty. However, he did not lose hope. He was optimistic. He just told himself that his memory would come back in due time. Even the cause of his apparent amnesia was still a mystery to him. Nonetheless, he shrugged and proceeded down the hall, wondering what might the day has in store for him.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the Dining Hall, and got himself something to eat. Aside from the moles that served him his food, no one else was around. It was quiet as it was quite early in the morning. He ate breakfast alone, munching down on the slab of meat he had. However, the silence that was in the air was broken when the doors opened, and a familiar looking golden dragonfly walked in. 

“Good morning,” he greeted.

“You’re up early,” replied Sparx. 

Sparx flew close to him and sat on his shoulder.

“Have you seen Spyro and Cynder?” Izrayl asked, wondering where the two were.

“Bro’s still sleeping. I don’t know about Cynder though,” he replied.

“I see.”

Not much was said after that as both of them were still recovering from the early morning daze and stupor that had accompanied it. In the meantime, Izrayl found himself wondering the halls alone, looking for something to entertain himself. Sparx had separated from him, saying he was going to go out and eat. Sparx couldn’t exactly eat meat, since he was just an insect, and not a dragon like him.

As he casually walked, he heard distinct sounds coming from one of the rooms at the corner. Curious, he peered in.

It would seem that he had come across the Training Dojo that the Temple had. Cyril was inside doing some daily exercise. This was made clear as he was moving about; fighting some Training Dummies that magically appeared at the center of the ring. A swipe here, a kick there, dummies fell from where they stood. Either crushed by his tail, or stabbed to the heart by his ice crystals that he breathed upon them. Not wanting to disturb the Ice Guardian, he silently closed the door, and walked away, wondering what else he could do to pass the time.

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“Hurry up already!” 

The three of them were flying up high at the sky, leading the way. His companion, a pink scaled dragoness was frantically flapping her wings, trying to catch up to him. 

“She’s out of shape isn’t she?” asked a green dragoness beside her.

“She’s not exactly an ace flyer,” he replied to her.

“Guys!” said the pink dragoness. She panted as she steadied herself, catching up to her two friends.

“I thought I told you two to wait up for me! Even you Rave!”

“Sorry Ember,” said the green dragoness named Rave. 

“You do know we told you to stick with the group,” replied the red scaled dragon.

“I know Flame, but I want to stick with you guys! And this time, don’t leave me behind,” said Ember.

“Of course,” replied Rave. “Where are they anyway?”

As if on cue, the sounds of flapping were clear as a group of large looking dragons, flew by next to them. 

“Hurry up you three,” called a voice to them. “We’re not that far from Warfang now!”

Ember turned around with glee, a grin plastered across her face.

“Isn’t this exciting? We get to see Warfang now!” she said, and then a glazed look on her eyes appeared. “I just only wish that HE was there.”

“Your hero?” asked Flame. 

“Yes…” she replied. “Oh…Spyro…”

Flame just shook his head, ignoring Ember. This was rather normal for her. She had a somewhat of a…hero worship, for better terms, for the Legendary Purple Dragon. To be fair, he did deserve a bit of respect. Without him, they wouldn’t be here now. But the fact that Ember just couldn’t stop talking about him, made him feel annoyed.

Turning his head, he saw Rave’s expression saddened as they continued flying.

“Something wrong?” he asked. Rave snapped out of her trance and turned to him.

“It’s nothing,” Flame raised a brow, and remembered something.

“You’re thinking about him aren’t you?”

“…is it that noticeable?”

“Yes,” replied Flame.

He was friends with Rave long enough to know if something was bothering her. And this time, it was no expression. She was clearly thinking of their other friend; the one who had volunteered and the very main reason why they were travelling to Warfang now; it was none other than their blue scaled friend.

“Don’t worry Rave. He’s going to be fine,” said Flame.

“Are you sure? What if—“

“We’re going to Warfang right now because of the message the Guardians sent us,” he said, giving her a straight look. “Who on earth do you think informed them about us wanting to return?”

“Yeah I guess. I just hope Izrayl’s fine.”

“He will be. Trust me on that one.”

Rave just smiled back at him. Without another word said, they kept on flying onwards, following their elders and fellow family friends. It would only be a matter of time before they’ll arrive at Warfang, the Dragon City. 

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FLASHBACK:

Time Frame: Chapter 6 Uncomfortable

“When the time comes, and I happen to ask you the same question again, you’ll know the answer. Just give it time. Things like these take time Cynder.”

She sighed again.

“I guess you’re right. Thanks Izzy.” She gave him a gentle nuzzle. “Now come on, let’s get some sleep. We have an adventure for tomorrow

END OF FLASHBACK

Spyro shook his head. No matter how many times, each and every time the event that had transpired last night crossed his mind, a certain of pang of something welled up inside him. He didn’t know the feeling, since this was the first time he felt it. But it only appeared specifically, when he remembered Cynder…nuzzling Izrayl. He was lost in his new found feeling. He didn’t know if it was either good or bad.

And now, as he walked, he decided to ask the Guardians about this…feeling he had been feeling. Peering in, he was relieved to find Terrador at the Guardians’ Room, looking over at some scrolls. He was the Guardian he wanted to talk to about this. He proceeded to clear his throat, as he entered.

“Um…Terrador?” The Earth Guardian looked up, a warm smile on his face as he saw him.

“Oh Spyro, what is it?” Spyro shuffled his legs, feeling a bit nervous of asking him.

“Are you busy?”

The Guardian’s brow rose. “Not really. I was just about to head off to Volteer and the others. He, Cyril, Izrayl and Cynder are at the front courtyard, waiting for the arrival of the new coming dragons.”

Spyro sighed inwardly; maybe next time.

“Uh I see. Maybe next time then,” he said turning around. 

Spyro felt a bit sad that he couldn’t talk to Terrador about this troubling new feeling. But a task larger than his problem was at hand. That was what currently mattered.

“Wait.” He turned around.

“You seem troubled. I guess we can spare the time. What did you wanted to talk about?” asked Terrador, walking beside him. Spyro bit his lip. He was unsure whether to say it now, or save it for later. With a few minutes of though, he chose the latter.

“It’s not really that much important. I can ask you about it later.”

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“Are you excited?” asked Cynder. 

His brow rose. “Should I be?”

“You should! These dragons know you Izzy!” exclaimed Cynder. Izrayl couldn’t help but see a spark in her eyes. It seems she was the one excited for him.

“One of them, or maybe all of them, can recognize you and you can get your memory back!” Izrayl pondered for a moment.

“You know, you’re right!” Cynder smiled at her. Volteer, who had been listening quietly, smiled as well.

“You’re more enthusiastic, active and talkative than usual Cynder.” Cynder smiled sheepishly.

“I don’t know. I guess it just makes me happy that one of my friends is going to get his memory back.” At this, Izzy couldn’t help but grin at her. The happy though however, was popped when Cynder frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you think they’ll judge me?” Cyril, who had been scanning the horizon, overheard her statement.

“Do not be like that Cynder. They have no right to do so. Without Spyro, or you, none of us will be here at this very moment. At the very least they should thank you for what you two had done.”

“Point quite well said,” chirped Volteer. 

“Don’t worry Cynder, if they hate you, I’ll still be your friend.” 

At the very statement, Cynder smiled at Izrayl. She was about to say something, when their attentions were taken when the large doors opened and three figures walked out.

It was Terrador, Spyro and Sparx.

“Have you seen them yet?” asked the Earth Guardian.

“No,” replied Cyril flatly.

“Spyro! Where have you been?” asked Izrayl. 

“Woke up late,” he replied. “So, what have you two been talking about?”

“Nothing much really; we’re wondering what impressions might the new arrivals have on us,” Cynder replied to Spyro’s inquiry.

Spyro immediately, got the gist of it. 

“Don’t worry Cynder. If they judge you, I’ll defend you. I can vouch for you.”

Cynder blinked. He was surprised at how Izrayl and Spyro would defend her if she got bashed, figuratively. The thought made her feel…warm and fuzzy. 

“Hey! I think I see them!” said Sparx, looking at the far distance.

“Where?” asked Izrayl, looking at the distance.

Everyone’s head turned to the far distance to see a large black speck up at the sky. Spyro was completely taken by surprise. He had never imagined that the amount of dragons that had survived were that many. From the distance they were, he couldn’t tell of how many they were, but from the size of the group, they were large in numbers. Spyro felt giddy, nervous and excited all at the same time. He was about to face his fellow dragons. Dragons he had saved and protected from the evils brought upon by beings such as Gaul and Malefor. Up until this point, he never knew exactly his reputation. He didn’t exactly talk to dragons who weren’t directly involved in the war against Malefor to know how he was depicted.  Humble as he was, he felt a bit of pride swell in his chest. Surely all his actions would have gotten him some well deserving respect. 

That would only be the most logical reason there was.