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A Horde of Dragons

Seraphor woke up after dreaming about Avila cuddling him under her care, after some years later, where she had grown up while the silver red didn't have a bigger body. He yawned and saw his rocky surroundings, first to his gold stash then to the scenery. He wanted to take a bath down at the lake he knew beside the kingdom. The place had become the dragon district so many dragons bathed there. He was fortunate the lake was big enough so it wasn't getting all that dirty. He found a place somehow nice enough for a place to bathe so he wanted to stay longer there. While bathing he found many fish and, feeling hungry, dived to get the fish. Learning how to swim from some dragons he could swim faster than the fish and caught a big one in his jaws. He swam to shore and burned it, making a roasted fish out of it. He ate it with a manner he found back in Dragon Realm.

Although he had lived in his own dimension for so many years, time seemed slowed back in Dragon Realm. It only needed 10 years, but he had adapted so well that he had realized that going back was impossible, until the mole Professor invented trans-dimensional portal that led to his home dimension. Now, without Spyro, Shyplis, and his friends in Dragon Realm, he felt empty...as empty as when he lost Avila.

Seraphor wanted to go back to Asola in the district to say thank you before he left to find Dracokin city, and at least try to help on the war issue. He was still aware that the dragons in the kingdom knew about him and at least tried not to draw too much attention. Based on his own experiences, if the war was still on, there could be dragon spies inside the District, or some antis knowing about him and could endanger others near him. But no matter how he tried to stay away from attention, it came to him because he was the only one with silver scales and red stripes.

He finally reached Yort's place, but found out that no dragons were inside, until he met Richard coming out from behind the door.

"Hey, how is my silver red friend doing?" said Richard while waving his clawed scaly hand. "You seem confused."

"Not really all that confused. Say, where were you back then? I thought you got lost in the forest."

Richard made a smile, and said, "You know, Seraphor, things have changed to all of us. I'm no longer a fighter and a rider like I used to be, and...I'm a father."

"Wow...a draconian father? What is your youngling looks like?"

"My kid looks more like his mother than me, so to say. Anyway, good luck getting back on this world's timeline. I can't meet you this often after I have a kid. My wife had one more unhatched egg, so I will be a busy drake."

"Yeah...I wish you can be a good father."

"I really wish Ray is here with us..."

Thinking about Raithorakh made Seraphor remembered on what Yort said about him being dead almost a century ago. The electric dragon had given him many helps on getting his electricity elements fare better. He was also a precious friend, knowing very well that Avila wanted his help in getting out from her murderous past and be a better dragoness. The dragon just stood silent there as Richard left, knowing that now, beside his Order friends, he was alone. Some of the dragons he really became close to, like Ernest, Shariot, Angelus, and especially Xerocia...had an unknown fate. He wanted to meet them more than the Order members because they were the ones that had impacted his life the most.

Meanwhile back in Dragon Realm...

"Can you get the motherfucking thing on, Professor?! We need to catch up on Sera! I don't know where did he got stranded into but we gotta pull him back here before we lost him!"

"I'm trying to fix this, Spyro, so don't swear too much! It's a delicate apparatus with the definite use of quantum physics, so please don't tamper with the equipment."

Spyro walked away from the portal room and walked outside. He wanted to roar in frustration, knowing that he didn't know how to help Professor. He had aged pretty well for the last 10 years. He had now grown to a more mature dragon and somehow getting more considerable in decisions. On Seraphor's suggestions, he had almost stopped involved in parties and spent his times in combat training and meditating high on the mountain. Sparx, his dragonfly half-brother, had lived elsewhere in Avalar after they found a colony of dragonflies, leaving Spyro in his own self.

One thing for sure, his greatest friend was Shyplis. Ever since the old purple dragon inhabited his soul, his connection to him grew yet stronger as if they were one, but different personality. Spyro also talked about his concern on life with Shyplis aside from Seraphor, to which the dragon couldn't give a better explanation since he had no experience in that.

"Spyro, like I said, my time is up. It is your time to live peacefully and made new generations of purple dragons," said Shyplis when the purple dragon asked about life. "I'm only your guardian should you become a threat."

The tone of what Shyplis said was more threatening than sympathetic, so Spyro had tried his best not to lose control, but of course, when he realized his legacy wouldn't even hold until more than 19 years (like those before him), he was scared. Shyplis never lived more than a year after 19 years, and Malefor had descended into darkness hundreds of years ago. Spyro had now broke the record on the longest purple dragon alive after he reached 31 years old still in grasp of reality and not drowned in darkness. Now...he wanted to find Seraphor immediately since now, he was the adult there, knowing very well that Seraphor was still considered a kid back in his own world.

"I really have to find a way to go to where Seraphor gone to," said Spyro to Professor. "I'm concerned on him."

"You have to wait a while. I don't have the necessary electricity to generate this."

"Why don't you..."

"I have a guess that you will offer me your electricity. I don't need thunder power, since that energy is more destructive than restorative. You can't flow your electricity to your legs, is it? Without Seraphor..."

"I have one friend that can help you give restorative type electricity, but if you can play along with him and not luring him into talking, he'll be alright."

"Every help is needed, Spyro, if you still want to meet your parallel."

Spyro knew he had no choice but to ask one of the guardians to help Professor. Now, after a long period of peace, the guardians had opened the doors to their temple, helping whatever things necessary to ensure peace while still keeping in check on morality so they wouldn't be taken as a dictator. Because of that, they went to help even the smallest things necessary like turning on the furnace, growing plants, even helping some to freeze big catches so they could be served back at the Shore. Spyro had helped many in his past lives, but he still had a desire to help with Shyplis and Seraphor.

After he reached the first steps of the temple, he saw the dragon he wanted to ask for help to, and he walked closer to him, the youngest guardian of the four: Volteer.

"Hey, Spyro, how life treats you? Uhmm...I don't see your silver friend."

"He's off for a job. Anyway, Volteer, can you do me a favor?"

"I'd love to. It's hard to find any problems with electricity. I can't help much, actually."

"It's alright. You just simply need to make sure a thing needs strong electricity."

Spyro then opened his wings and Volteer followed him suit. As Spyro's faulty to his wings prevented him to flap his wings, he lagged behind Volteer, but he could reached Professor's lab in Avalar by gliding all the way from the temple to the beachside of his lab, all the while using updrafts of the wind (being taught by Seraphor on how to glide properly despite of the silver red not able to fly), where Volteer had been talking to the Professor.

"Oh...so this is a trans-dimensional portal machine," said Volteer in awe. "Does it use ionic particles?"

"No, I used quantum tunneling concept so to achieve a powerful speed of light while maintaining a high amount of electricity needed to generate, creating a pathway to another dimension."

"I have some books about dimensional travels so to not making a wrong calculation when opening a portal," said Volteer while smiling. "Oh ancestors...a real trans-dimensional portal..."

"Uh...I think you need to help on the machine?" said Spyro.

"Oh, yes," said Professor. "The machine needed high amount of electricity, but I have no idea to harness 100 terrawatts with a simple machine like this."

"It's actually a difficult object, yes, but it's not hard to make." Volteer then turned around and like surprised, he said, "Little mole, your machine has busted cables. The amount of electricity needed is too much for this machine to handle. Do you need this in an urgent need?"

"Actually, yes..."

"Sera went inside for test and the portal closed behind him," interrupted Spyro. "I need to help him get back here if the dimension he went in was a dangerous one."

"Oh...so Seraphor went inside for the test. This apparatus work nice, but we need constant electricity and it will take...let's just say, a week."

"We can't wait that long! He could be in danger."

Volteer was silent for a while, before he opened a panel used for electricity flow, and used his control on his own body's immense electricity to kick the machine. The resulting power turned the lights on the machine and made a portal big enough for an adult old dragon as big as the guardians to get in. Spyro wanted to get inside, but Volteer said, "When you go there, you might have to wait for a while until we can make a permanent portal for your friends to help you."

"I can help myself," said Spyro. "Prof, tell Flame not to be worry on what I'm going to do."

"We'll see you in a week."

Spyro took a deep breath before running inside the portal. The sensation of getting past a portal was chilling, yet unique, like some particles from his body was disintegrating and restructuring at the same time. He shook that feeling off and walked for a step when suddenly a dragon fell in front of him and startling the purple dragon. He wanted to help for aid when he realized the side of the dragon was broken to expose some part of its skull. He was almost hit by an attacking dragon when his reaction saved him, slashing the dragon attacking him and blinding the dragon before Spyro finished it by giving it a shock.

"Fuck, this dimension is dangerous!" exclaimed Spyro. "Where the hell is Seraphor? I need to get him to safety or this place fucked him up!"

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Seraphor was falling on him and made a quick grab to him and almost burned him alive when Spyro said, "Wait, Sera! This is me!"

Seraphor's electric claws almost hit Spyro. The dragon was inside his berserk Genocide mode seen from his yellow eyes. The silver red helped Spyro to get away from the plains, where the purple dragon saw that the sky was full of dragon battles. The green plain was raining with red dragon blood, and many bodies were on the plains, both humans and dragons.

After reaching safety, Seraphor exclaimed, "When the hell did you come back here?! I've been waiting for 5 days for you to show up."

"Five days?! It's only hours since you went in here!"

Seraphor had no time to ask questions when he was attacked by a big red dragon. His electric wings cut through it, spilling guts over both of them.

"If you mind getting our kingdom back, it can be very appreciated, Spyro!"

"W...what kingdom?!"

"This is my home dimension, Spyro! You took me back home!"

Spyro couldn't believe it. He was inside a dimension of war, not the one Seraphor was describing. Without thinking, though, another voice gave his opinion to Spyro. The next moment, Spyro's body changed with steam. The golden features he had were gone, and his back was covered with white hair and his purple scales darkened. His eyes turned from amethyst to red, and in front of Seraphor, there was a new personality.

"Shyplis, can you help me sort out how to finish this ambush?!"

"Let's see. Where's the enemy's master?"

"I haven't found out, and I don't want to kill many dragons I knew. There are some of my friends there in the horde and I need to fucking save them, not killing them!"

"Chill out! Look, every enemy's leader is always heavily guarded. You must try finding the place with the greatest guard. There's also a chance that the leader is not even present in combat."

"Even if I have known where he is located it must be high up at the sky, and you know how hard it is to maintain these wings!"

"I'll help you up there, but don't expect much help when we are ambushed! The two of us are not specialists in aerial combat."

"I know...that's why I need your unique maneuver."

Shyplis became surprised, "That maneuver can't be executed with a dragon piggybacking me!"

"Look, you want to help or you die helpless. Your choice."

Shyplis hesitated for a moment before opening his wings and Seraphor climbed on the bigger dragon's back.

"I won't guarantee it if you fall!"

"Don't worry!"

At the castle, Flicrist was trying to help his rider, the king, from being harmed by some dragons' fire, getting hit by the result. He was an ice dragon, so he could stand ground much longer, but had sustained many injuries. His rider was trying to help, but being stopped by his own royal guards.

"Flicrist!" exclaimed Hansel after his dragon was hit by a fireball square at the chest.

"I'm fine! Damn, that shit's hot!"

Flicrist attacked a dragon that was hit by his ice, making it fall. He then froze the dragon's wings and mouth, making it immobilized. He couldn't harm many dragons at one time, but he was saved by both Jaradas and Asola that could use fire when his ice was defeated by any dragons. He wanted to go and make more mess, but he knew he must protect his best friend.

One of his attacks missed and he was hit by another fireball. This time the fireball hit his head and temporarily blinding him to the point he didn't see a dragon coming from his side and attacked his exposed chest and biting his wing. He roared in agony, but still able to attack back by pushing the dragon down to the Dragon district, where the buildings were able to hold dragon attacks and minimalize the damage given to the human buildings. Both dragons hit one of the buildings hard and with a shove, Flicrist pushed the dragon down from the high building and used his whole body weight to make a body press on the dragon, making it coughed blood out. Flicrist knew it was his change, so he readied his claws and repeatedly slashing the immobilized dragon many times, soaking his wings and his claws with blood. He didn't know how long did he clawed the dragon, but once he got exhausted the dragon was barely recognizable, being slashed many times. Flicrist was too exhausted to even fly again, and his body ached like crazy. He wanted to rest for a while and slept, but before he could do that, he saw a glimpse on two dragons flying into the collection of dragons currently flying near Xici kingdom. He suddenly jerked up when he saw that Seraphor was over the bigger purple dragon that was flying into the horde of dragons.

Shyplis flew up through the dragon horde as fast as he could, avoiding as many fire attacks as possible. His harsh flying made Seraphor almost lost his grip to Shyplis' mane and was trying to help Shyplis whenever possible, using a lethal but quick ice spear shot to impale some dragons to another, also to stop their progress on tackling Shyplis out of midair.

"Shyplis, can you see there?!"

"I see the shit!"

In the middle of the dragons currently gliding over Xici kingdom, he saw a human slayer, clearly riding a dragon. He realized suddenly that the dragon was one of his best friends, and of course at first he thought the dragon had betrayed him.

The human saw both when they flew closer to him, and he chanted something. As he had finished the chanting, suddenly the dragon was scratching some metal parts harnessed to his body, and Seraphor still clearly remembered what that was.

"Oh shit!"

"What happened, Sera?"

"Xerocia is a fire manipulator dragon! He could change sound and air friction into fire!"

"What the fuck is that? You expect me to believe that?!"

"Watch out! The fire is coming!"

True to what Seraphor said, fire came out from nowhere and burned all of the sky around them, making a fire vortex that closed the place. Shyplis knew this was the time when he was needed, so he touched the fire, and drew some part of it to a string, making a condensed energy ball that was swirling inside Shyplis' front paws. He threw it and it hit the human, but he realized that he was being protected by a shield of magic.

"So, precautions first, huh?" said Shyplis. "Well, no matter. Condensed fire can always go through any shields."

Suddenly the fire changed into a sharp point, piercing the wall and almost impaling the startled slayer if not for him jumping back a little. Shyplis had anticipated this and he knew what Seraphor was thinking, and was also the reason on why he told Shyplis to have a good back.

"Fuck, man, my back is not good enough for you..."

He didn't have time to finish his sentences when Seraphor kicked his back to jump, creating agonizing pain on his back. He almost lost his grip on flying if not for grabbing the dragon with his dear life, before returning to Spyro.

Xerocia made a screaming voiced roar and all of the sudden the whole place was again full of fire, creating aerial inferno. Spyro knew the situation immediately and slashed the dragon's side while trying to pull him down with his weight. Spyro could see Seraphor was tackling the human slayer, but he also saw that the foul aura spear was trying to stab Seraphor, in which the silver red's flexibility to his front legs made him able to catch the tip before it pierced his chest.

"How can a dragon do that?!"

"You know this world is big, amigo."

With a roar, Seraphor tried to turn the slayer's hand, making it broke. The silver red didn't care on the scream of fear, he just wanted to pierce the human's body with his own device, and ignoring the spear's effect that started to weaken him, he forced his body down to push the spear. It went through the slayer's armor, and impaling him. Seraphor knew he was done for and he released his grip to the slayer's dismembered hand, the one he pulled off.

He realized almost suddenly that he was falling and he was too weak to use his electricity generated wings. He was panicked, knowing very well that at the height, without wings, could not leaving him with only bruises and cuts. He could break some bones.

Suddenly Xerocia came to his field of vision. Somehow Seraphor thought Xerocia had betrayed them and would kill him. The silver red felt he would die when he felt the dragon's claws trying to pull his tail and frantically trying to pull up, to no avail. From the Seraphor saw that Xerocia's eyes weren't red as usual, and he gasped while trying to pull away from him.

It wasn't Xerocia that was with him, but his blood maniac other self.

"Fuck! Why do you have to come out at the time like this?!"

"So this is what you say to me after a fucking long time we haven't met and I'm trying to save you?! That good for nothing dragon was sleeping like a baby inside me after the drawback of the hypnosis!"

"Get off me! I know you want to see as much blood..."

"I still want to see the magnificent color, but not on my old comrade, fucker!"

Seraphor had no time to be surprised on the dragon's sudden change of personality when he realized he had almost reached the ground. He wanted to make the earth to cushion his fall, but before he could do that, a sudden growth on a massive patch of bushes cushioned his fall, but it was still painful as dragons were heavier. He heard a crack with a sudden pain, and the dragon roared loudly as he realized one of his ribs was broken. He never felt that pain of bone fracture.

"Heh, having a fractured bone? Patch those wings of yours, midget. Damn, that purple shithead really gives a hell of head press to me...ouch, he also slashed me!"

"Ouch...it's really hurts...," said Seraphor with a groan. "I feel another pain at my back legs..."

"Damn, midget, you really should patch those wings up if you want to survive great falls. We're lucky this...thick bush broke our fall."

"W...what actually happened to you? You never make this kind of shit before. I...I thought..."

"Hmm...I don't know where the hell you went for the past hundred years, midget, but you know the world can even change a dragon's heart. Anyway...you don't even know my name, right? You're the second dragon that know my name and live through it."

"I thought you shared name with Xerocia..."

"I'm not a dark personality or whatever shit you want to tell me!" exclaimed the personality. "Well...it's a simple name, just like that weakling. My name is Zarxavio..."

"Oh...X and Z? That's one hell of a combo..."

"Stop making jokes on this matter!"

"Hey, are you two okay?!"

Spyro ran toward their position, and his condition was not as much better as Seraphor now. The purple dragon's left front leg was scorched after Shyplis tried to manipulate Xerocia's fire, and his side was also burned after trying to avoid the sonic fire Xerocia made. His golden horn was now dirty with blood, and he was running while occasionally trying to hold his pain from his broken wing.

"Yeah...we're fine. You?"

"Got a wrong position to glide," said Spyro to Zarxavio. "Hey, dude, that supersonic fire...was cool, but don't ever do that again."

"Yeah, you can try to make me follow your shits. I'm not taking orders from others."

Spyro was clearly struck by that comment. It was as if he was being disrespectful to the red dragon and also was so surprised by the dragon's cockiness. He really thought Zarxavio was a classic fairy tale dragon, boasting about his own self and really was an antagonist, though he didn't look like he was an enemy.

Yort came to the aid of Seraphor some hours later after the dragon was trying to help the others, which was, he knew, the missing Order dragon members. He tried to turn Seraphor, but the thing he did was only giving the small dragon more pain to his fractured parts, and forced the dragon to roar in pain, making a strong voice coming out from his otherwise small body. The voice was very disturbing that some other dragons also felt how in pain Seraphor was.

"Ancestors...one of his legs is broken," said Yort while trying to see Seraphor's turned leg, which only gave the silver red another pain. "And some of his ribs were broken. In my life as a dragon, I have never seen any dragons got any bone conditions."

"Well, of course they won't get any. He's a midget and normal dragons are so fat and lazy that any falling damage given to them just only a small pain. Look at him. He has no wings to slow his fall, and damn he's so small."

"Xerocia...wait, you're the other self," said Yort coldly. "You still have a gut to come back here after what you've done to all of us..."

"Oh yeah? Then what will you do? Make me pay on everything I haven't done? I was only leaving you all behind."

Yort bared his teeth. "You are a coward with no pride on yourself. You dare on leaving us while Raithorakh is killed?"

"I follow my own desire, not with the cowardly red dragon."

The earth dragon made a growl then turned his body and saying, "You are a nuisance to Xerocia's kind heart. We all always wish you are never born."

"And I wish this world will be destroyed if I'm never born," said Zarxavio with a nasty smile. "I always want to see how this world burns under Xerocia's real heart."

Yort wanted to counter it, but he didn't understand what Zarxavio meant, so he made another growl and walked away, carrying Seraphor on his back, with Spyro following the earth dragon. Although he knew Zarxavio at least saved the silver red dragon by pulling his tail up so he didn't break his back, he was actually dumbfounded by Zarxavio's cockiness and antagonistic personality, but nevertheless, he thanked the dragon for saving Seraphor from permanent paralysis, knowing very well that his bones had degraded after living for a while in Dragon Realm and needed a time to adapt himself back to his own world.

The night kicked in faster that day, after all kind of activities were focused on healing the captivated dragons that had no idea that they were being used for attacking their own kin, although some dragons were clearly distraught over the failed attempt, even trying to run away, only for some of them either forced to kill the dragons or managed to subdue them. Almost all of the dragons knew of the legends around Seraphor, and they tried their best to heal their savior, but all of them didn't know how to mend fractured bones, and the human magician-doctors were not familiar with draconic anatomy, though they could help with first aid as a dragon had the same gait as a dog.

This was also the first time Seraphor got his bone fractured. It was really painful, knowing very well that he never fell that high and he always got his wings ready in aerial combat and in the current case, his electricity generated wings. The fracture also left him with a draconic fever because of the pain, and most of the dragons felt sympathy over his weak body.

"He can be a legend, but having weak body won't make him in a good use in our cause," said Yort when Ramusk was asking about the silver red's condition. "We can't risk his life, or we'll be the one that will lose any chance to strike back."

"But I thought you have the things necessary to heal him, goddamn it!" exclaimed Ramusk. "This can't be happening."

"I understand what he's currently experiencing."

When the two lost dragons turned their heads to the source of the voice, they found the adult purple dragon that had been helping and being near to Seraphor all the time. They were at first distracted by the dragon's golden plated crest and horns, but then they snapped out from the distraction when Spyro said, "I once saw in movies about a condition when you're going into a different gravity mass. Seraphor wasn't ready to go back to his home world, just like when he came to our world the first time."

"Excuse me, dragon, but you are?"

"I'm Spyro, his friend," said Spyro. "I'm his counterpart."

Hearing the word 'counterpart' made the two of them gasped, especially Yort that was suddenly making a gesture of a dazed dragon.

"Counterpart?! You mean, you're Seraphor from another place?!" exclaimed Ramusk.

"I'm him from my own dimension, and of course aside from my half-brother and my other personality, he's one of the closest dragons to me, even we are like blood brothers. I...I was amazed by how he helped me in reaching adulthood when I was still a teenager.

"He's just like me. We both have thin scales and our bones aren't as strong as most dragons. We also have faulty to our wings."

"Then do you know how to mend his bone fracture?"

"I will try to help if I'm not stranded here. The portal back to my world is still not completed yet so I can't do much of a help than being a fighter."

"Then we have no other choice but to consult those freaks. Damn it, the dragon and his rider is just the same..."

"Which one?"

"Those black duo..."

"Which...dragon and rider...do you mean?" said Seraphor while holding the pain.

"You haven't met them before. They joined our cause 40 years ago after we helped the dragon from some slayers while he demanded us helping his rider. They can be dangerous if you try to provoke them, but normally, they are not even normal. We called them 'voodoo doctor' because of their vast knowledge to any dark magic available to modify anatomy, sometimes with a twisted effect."

"Can there be a better alternative?" said Spyro. "A team of witch doctors are...sick..."

"There's no better alternative for those with knowledge to dragon anatomy."

"Fuck..."