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"Rift!" A dragoness screamed. "Just hang on," Rift replied running as fast as he possibly could, struggling to maintain his speed, as a result of his chest wound. He collapsed, unable to continue any further. Appearing out of the darkness was the figure of a white dragoness, a heartbroken look splayed across her face.

"Rift, how could you let this happen?" Kara asked, devastating Rift.

"I couldn't do any..." Rift was cut off as the dragoness continued.

"Rift, they raped and killed me. I thought you swore to protect me."

He knew this wasn't right, Kara would never act like this. But seeing her and hearing her voice was impeding his judgement, reducing the Fire Guardian to tears.

"You failed me, let me die."

...sob... "No, I was knocked..."

"YOU KILLED ME!"

"NO..."

With that yell, Rift awoke, tears flowing down his face, his heart beating much faster than it should. After a few minutes of calming down, he looked to the side of his bed, at his M4A1. He strained himself up and grabbed the rifle, a few drum magazines, and a few hundred rounds of ammo. Quietly walking, he arrived at the training room, renovated to allow firearm use. With a simple voice command, an ape-shaped target materialised about 100 yards from him. He inserted the magazine into the the weapon and pulled the charging handle back, standing on his hind legs as he aimed. The dream was still fresh in his head. Firing a three-round burst, he missed the target. 'What the Hell?' Rift thought. Letting loose a second burst, the target was still untouched.

Now he was fuming. After one last burst and the target still spotless, he roared. Flipping the switch to full-auto, he fired all 98 remaining rounds from his magazine in one continuous stream of lead. When the trigger went click, he looked though the sight, only to see the target unharmed. With his emotions in charge, he dropped the M4 and lunged for the target in fury. Clawing and scratching with all his rage, the target was reduced to nothing but dust particles. He collapsed to the ground as Kara's death unrelentlessly replayed in his mind. He sobbed loudly as he felt at fault for her demise.

At that time, a certain black dragoness walked in. She had been awoken by Rift's roars and gunfire. Cynder walked over to the depressed dragon, and wrapped a wing around him, letting him release all his pain.

"It's all my fucking fault..." he choked. "I let my guard down when I should have had it up in the first place!"

"Shhh, you know it's not true."

"OF FUCKING COURSE IT IS, I PRACTICALLY LET HER DIE!" Rift bellowed, eyes squeeze shut.

Right then Spyro entered the room, trying to find the source of the commotion. Looking at Cynder for answers, she turned her head to the broken down guardian. Now understanding, Spyro nodded his head at her, he quietly walked out, giving the orange dragon some space.

About an hour later, Cynder helped Rift up and walked him to the recently named Alex Truman Mess Hall, assisting him to a table. Rift thanked Cynder for everything just as Spyro came over. The atmosphere tense between the male dragons, Spyro was the first to break the ice.

"Rift, I wanted to apologise for yesterday. I know you were waiting to tell me about my father when the time was right, but I let my anger get the best of me."

"It's alright, it's my fault for not hiding that damn book better."

The room went silent and the two were motionless. All of a sudden, Spyro burst into laughter and Rift soon followed, the dragons losing all their tenison. After a bit, they relaxed and Spyro asked Rift a question.

"So... doing anything today?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna work on my teleporter. I should have it somewhat operational today, wanna join me?"

"Yeah, Cynder and I would love to!"

"Great! Follow me."

As Spyro and Cynder followed Rift, they entered his room and entered the lab. Rift walked to a strange device and pulled the cover off to reveal the teleporter. "Wow!" was all that Spyro and Cynder could say.

A few hours passed and Rift popped his back, excited to test his progress. Turning a steam generator on, the teleporter now partly operational.

"The bad news, it's not ready for teleportation. The good news is that by thinking about someone, the teleporter will show us that person's current activity. Let's try it out."

With a little bit of thought, Rift was able to show Alex on the teleporter, the only problem being...

"WHAT THE HELL IS HE TAKING A SHOWER?" Spyro shouted at the top of his lungs.

"GHAH, MY EYES!" Rift responded trying to shut down the teleporter, only for it to not.

"RIFT, SHUT IT THE FUCK DOWN!"

"IT'S NOT WORKING! SMASH THE STEAM GENERATOR!"

With a swing of his tail, Spyro destroyed the generator and the teleporter shut down, much to the relief of the two males. Spyro was trying to shake the disturbing image out of his head, While Rift was trying to smash it out. About a minute later, Spyro and Rift recomposed themselves. When they turned to Cynder, she was still staring at the teleporter, mouth gaped open, and her cheeks flushed. It took Spyro to get her attention.

"Uhhh, Cyn, you alright?"

"Wha... oh... y-yeah, I-I'm fine."

"You need to lie down?"

"N-no, I j-just n-need to t-talk to Mera a-about peni-I mean girl stuff."

Cynder sprinted off as the men stood there, wide-eyed at where Cynder had been. Spyro looked at Rift and asked him;

"Dude, what the hell just happened?"

"I think your mate just said you have a small..."

"Dick!" chanted a dragon in the middle of Warfang, "Vote Dick Jim for Warfang Representative!"

"OH MY GOD HE IS HUNG!" Squealed Cynder. Mera looked at her, unable to respond. Her only thought was; I'm gonna kill Rift.