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The Power of the Wind

"What the fuck is happening here, Cynder! Y...you...you got your leg cut?!"

"Oh, please. You're overreacting, Sikha. It's normal in fights, right?"

Sikha returned the next morning and was met with grief. When asked why, Coraero cut every explanation and directed the black dragon to where Cynder slept. At first he didn't think it was a problem, but seeing Cynder's right leg from the other point of view made him gasped and roared in surprise, making an unpleasant awakening to Avila and Cynder.

"Sikha, since you're here, can you at least stop her bleeding?"

"I never got a case of amputation, okay?" said Sikha while trying to control his breath. "I know there are many cases for humans but for dragons? Are you serious? How the hell did she get the cut from the start?"

"To cut long story short...I didn't have time to save her."

"I know...don't get that thing into your head too much," said Sikha, calm enough to talk slowly. "Stay calm..."

"Oh, since now you're here, maybe you can mend her leg together?"

"What? Something that's cut clean from the body can't...holy mother of Armita, what the hell are you carrying near you?!"

Coraero was directed to the place Sikha saw and gasped, even started to become pale, scales started to become white, and was even scared with Avila's expression regarding the thing she was carrying beside her.

She was carrying the cleanly cut gait of Cynder's leg!

"Oh...oh shit! Avila, throw that away!" exclaimed Coraero in a panicked voice. "Throw that leg away!"

"Why? It can still be mended, right?"

"Are you brainless?! Anything that's cleanly maimed from the body can't be rejoined anymore! Dragon's body is not a...oh fuck, don't!"

Sikha had no time to react when Avila threw the leg outside with her mouth. Unknown to her friends, Yorloka caught the leg, and ran toward the lake to dispose of it. He was commenting, "Well, just another tribute to my lake."

Meanwhile, back to Avila's place....

"Oh...that shit was really nasty," said Avila.

"Y...you almost gave me a heart attack swinging that thing around!" said Coraero.

"Oh come on. You're a dragon! Surely you always have seen this shit?"

"I'm not your world's dragon! You think all dragons have high pride in them?! We're not feral, okay?!! Avila, the dragons in this world have the same pride as a human, and you can't expect us to be as proud as you two!"

"I'm not all that proud. My mate does."

"Just...next time, stop swinging body parts like they're toys, got it?!!"

After Coraero left (with a rage, of course, seeing his tail lashed everywhere like crazy), Sikha wanted to say something too before they realized Cynder was forgotten.

"Hey...uh...Sikha.... When can I walk again?"

The dragon turned serious. He turned his head to Cynder's bandaged amputated leg. He was okay with the high level of violence, although he was overreacting to the leg remains, seeing that it wasn't normal to keep maimed leg. Avila had her own reason, though, since she remembered seeing the flesh mending ritual in her childhood. Not that she felt okay on seeing the ritual. Her race seemed to have many dark arts.

"Hmm...I think it's okay for you to walk, but you need to try to walk with three legs from now on. We don't have any prosthetics for your legs. The humans can make them, though, but it won't be perfect, seeing that they aren't very accustomed to dragon's anatomy."

"That's okay," said Cynder while trying to go down from the pedestal. Her maimed leg prevented her to go down properly and needed Avila's help. Without a proper leg she wouldn't be able to get down from another side.

"Vila, let me try to stand," said Cynder. While Avila obliged by releasing her front leg's grip, she had readied herself when Cynder lost balance, in which she did. She fell to Avila's side. With a disappointed roar, she tried again, this time she was able to balance herself right before she tried to walk, where she lost balance again.

"Damn, this won't be easy."

"I told you so," said Sikha while leaving. Before he turned his body to the hall he turned his head to Avila, saying, "Avila, she can still walk around for some hours, but don't let her make any running or sprinting movement. Got it?"

"Yes."

When Sikha left the two of them in the medic cave, Avila saw that Cynder tried to balance herself by using one of her front legs to push the wall, but it made her easier to trip. With a very controlled wind she held Cynder and gently returning her to her balance again.

"At this rate I won't leave the medic section soon enough," said Cynder sad.

"Ah...but don't worry. I've got an idea," sad Avila. She then approached Cynder. "Cynder, are you accustomed with you wind control?"

"Not really. I only used it for flying or...in the case of my past adventures, to create a small typhoon. Why?"

"My controlled wind balanced you very nicely. Since I had a better control on the sharp wind, I'll show you how to control things you have."

She then turned her head to a meat on the table, then she cut it with her cutting wind without cutting the whole table.

"See?"

"But how? It's really hard to control even the smallest wind gust. You had a sharp wind...but I thought it's uncontrollable."

The Argoon dragoness smiled. "Cynder...my mate once told me about what he said 'elemental balance'. With the understandings of the nature itself, you'll gain the greatest power you can. As a result of that understanding, he was the only dragon I knew to be able to flow his power to his limbs aside from breathing it out. I tried to make that a lesson, since my tendency to berserk is pretty high.

"I trained myself back in my captivity when I was still a berserk, and slowly, after I controlled the power, I managed to understand the element I wanted to develop and the only one I considered not evil. The wind...is a powerful force. I understood some parts of the force. It makes powerful gust to blow objects, but with enough effort, you can sharpen it so it cuts clean through any objects it contacts.

"Normally, this training required many years to complete, often, as my friend said, took almost all of a dragon's life. In the case of us hybrid dragons, we can accelerate the process. Seraphor was a better dragon because, since birth, he had naturally developed the talent to flow element through another part of the limbs."

Cynder had heard it with full concentration. What Avila said was too good to be true. When she could control the wind with her limbs or other parts of her body except her wings, she could be a goddess of wind. A dragon goddess.

"So, to make matters easier, this is the thing I've been training for the past 10 years."

Avila then closed her eyes. Cynder felt a soft wind went through her and the next thing she saw was Avila raising one of her paws and a ball of condensed wind formed in front of her paws.

"This is one of the modifications of wind," said Avila.

"Wait, you used this power for attacking? But, that can exhaust you."

"Cynder, are you thinking we all dragons are brutal mythical creatures seeking for gold and princess? To survive, we must think of anything creative, although not usually logical. Dragons of old perished because of this by dragon slayers, and our generation tried to survive with anything we could learn. There are many options. First, to sacrifice high pride and become friends with humans, second, learning powerful draconic magic unusual for our normal lives, and third, lowering more pride to learn what humans do and become cultured like humans.

"But, there are dragons don't want to take those options, and thus...the fourth option is available, and it is...creative thinking."

Avila lowered her paw and all around her atmosphere started to drop and wind started to become more powerful, almost throwing Cynder away. The next moment, she saw that the wind ball had dissipated and it circled all around Avila's legs, seemingly like a small typhoon. She made a smile and Cynder needed to bore her claws to the pedestal when she saw Avila's wind went to make a powerful squall in the cave room while she flew to another side of the room while hovering half kicking the ground. It made Cynder almost fainted in awe. There were goddesses, after all.

"Woah!!"

"If you put the wind at the tip of your paws while you make a running movement or any jumping motion, you will do the Wind-Run."

"Wind-Run..."

"Cynder, what part in your body that is used to generate wind?"

"Uh...wings?"

"Try to concentrate your element to another part of your body, and release."

Cynder had done this before, when she was in captivity after her faithful safe from Malefor. Spyro had used the power of rage to increase the intensity of his elements to defeat her, and while inside the temple's prison, the only kindness she received was from Spyro and the Four Guardians. The one she thought to be the most serious dragon in the group was instead the one feeling a greater sympathy and equal to Spyro.

While the others only cared for her well-being, Terrador became her father figure. She was, like Ignitus to Spyro, had become as close to Terrador as her boyfriend did to her. He was the one giving her some lessons to control her powers, and thus had become the best asset to the fight. She really missed them. They were very nice to her.

Her own goals returned to her thoughts when her emotional burst made her release a sheer amount of powerful wind to her paws, surprising her. Avila smiled on the development.

"Wow, you studied faster than me," said Avila. "You'll be able to walk by yourself in no time." "But...Wind-Run..."

"Needed four full intact legs, yes, but you forgot your wings. If you can make the powerful gust lift you without even moving your wings, you pass this simple test. I won't gonna disturb you, but at least let's get something to eat."

"It's okay. I knew the basics already."

"You can say you have known the basic all day, but without energy to demonstrate it you won't gonna last."

Being so hungry after trying not to get fainted by the pain on her maimed leg, she agreed on the offer.

The food felt like the god's gift. Cynder was so hungry since she didn't eat the day when her leg was cut off. Avila somehow felt the same sensation, seeing that she munched every bit of the meats given to her in a minute.

"Wow, girl. You're really hungry, aren't you?" said Coraero to Cynder. "How's that leg now?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore," replied Cynder after biting off the meat in front of her. "On top of that, I guess it starts to heal."

"Good for you."

"Oh, but don't try to open the bandage yet," said Sikha watching her. "It seems that it still bleeds."

"Yeah..."

"No worries, Cynder," said Avila while covering Cynder with her left raven wing. "I'm sure it will be fine in no time."

After the meal, Avila got the role to clean everything up. Cynder had returned to the medical cave with the help of Sikha. The death dragoness was helped by Javoux, where they piled up the carcass of their meal, some fatty creatures Avila couldn't even identify, and with Javoux's flame and Avila's wind, the carcasses quickly became soot.

"Hey, young dragoness," said Javoux after Avila blew the soot away. "You know Varkast?"

"Varkast? Oh, you mean Ark?"

"Yeah...Ark. He doesn't like his name, being too old and not cool. How's he?"

"Fine. He works with his vampire rider as the Dark Sentinel's rider armory. You know, guns and stuffs? They somehow don't want to tell us where they got the weapons."

"They don't want to because..." Javoux got his head closer to Avila so he could whisper quietly. "Because he got them from the Light."

"You mean the place without these black auras?"

"Yes. Apparently he was the only dragon in Dark Realm to have a full white scales and blue eyes, while there were many dragons with white scales outside in Light. They are considered Albino dragons because of the full white scales, and of course that's the only reason possible for Varkast to be able to smuggle supplies from Light."

"But...if he's a vampire..."

"I know, I know. You're very good in understanding our lives, Avila, I like that. Different from the humans, we vampire dragons have no weakness to sunlight because our scales are our protector. The only thing that can kill us is the classic silver weapon and of course...death itself."

"I'm not going to kill you. I promise."

"Yeah, you effectively become an enemy to us vampires, but that's alright. It seems that your heart is still a nice youngling's heart."

"The truth is, I've just mated 10 years ago."

"Mated? In such a young age? So you have the body of a dragonet?"

"Maybe not...it's just because we're too young, that's all. I was still 26 when I mated him. It was inevitable, though, since...we're in a conflicting situation, you see. And, he was the first dragon that acknowledged me as a being."

"A being? You've got a bad discrimination?"

"Yeah...he actually hated me many years ago. I was responsible for destroying his race. There was a reason why in our world he was the last silver red dragon around. I annihilated his race, only leaving him alive only because he was still small. He succeeded in defeating me, but he instead tried to make me suffer by making me a captive to him. If not for that decision, I might not be able to be like this, and of course I won't understand the feeling of love, and as he once said, I won't be able to stop myself."

"You still look evil to me, though, considering that power of yours."

"I won't gonna deny that."

"Oh." Javoux then changed the subject. "Vampires are divided into two types, the carnivores and the vegetarian. You're lucky I'm a vegetarian, or else my lust for blood will suck you dry."

"Vegetarians mean you eat vegetables? Yuck...."

"Not quite. Vampire vegetarians are those drinking blood not belonging to humans and dragons. We of all kind attained the real color of our scales while only taking the drawback on the vanished slit."

"Yeah...I almost thought that you're blind, including Varkast."

"Ark...had a worst transformation as a vampire dragon than me. You can see it from his scales. Albinism is one of the side effects when you start to drink dragon's blood. Like how humans got pale skins, we got pale white scales. Varkast like to stalk female dragons, like you and Cynder. But, you are not turning into a vampire, right?"

"No!"

"That's a relief," said Javoux with a sigh. "Don't let Varkast's lust got into you, Avila. If he ever tries to drink your blood, don't hesitate to warn him."

"I've done that before," said Avila with a solemn expression. "And...he was the one realizing I'm a death dragon."

"Oh...I...it's really hard, right?"

"Hard for what?"

"You've just got trustworthy friends, and the next moment you know they become your enemies. Don't worry, now, youngling. Sometimes you've got to endure..."

Javoux's advice was cut short when a powerful blast of wind came from the cave leading to the medical section, almost throwing Avila away if not for her using her own wing to reduce the effect. Javoux's broader body was able to withstand the blast. Less than a minute later, the wind died out.

"Only one dragon can do that kind of powerful wind!" exclaimed Avila with excitement. "Ancestors, she did it! She controlled the wind!"

Cynder was thinking on her Spyro, her future mate and lover, about how he loved her despite of their past, how he wanted to embrace her despite of her claws trying to rip his gut out, and how genuine her statement of love to him when they would be separated. Her determination to live, to meet Spyro, to meet the Guardians, and to meet Terrador again awaken the powerful feeling of air inside her, when those air started to swirl around her with great tendency, making a powerful gust of wind coming out from the room. Cynder closed her eyes, cleaning her thoughts of any dark past and lust, only focusing on what she loved most, and with that, suddenly, she understood her wind.

"My wind...is myself," thought Cynder. "Why I have never thought about that before? It's so simple...so...tranquil. I feel the wind all around me. It's like...I'm the wind. Yes...this is...what I've trying to achieve."

Using her sudden control to her wind, she used them to lift her up some inches from the ground, creating a make-shift hover under her, and...although she had just got her leg maimed, she could still move.

Right at that time Avila saw Cynder closed her eyes and started to float. Both she and Javoux was struck in awe watching Cynder.

"Wow...," said Avila. "She mastered it for just a day."

"Wind control is really out of my league," said Javoux with a laugh. "Damn you younglings. This is a godly mess you did."

"Ask that dragoness."