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He opened his eyes to green scenery, with nothing except a rock in a distance. He vaguely remembered the place, but as he slowly remembered, that was the place where Avila came to him and to apologize to him. He knew it was a long time ago, and that was when she was still in her most unstable state. He was nervous if Avila would attack him, knowing very well that her mission wasn't finished yet.

When he ran there, he gulped. The black dragon was already there. Those fangs were just the last thing he would want to see. They reminded him of a snake, though not as much as them. Still, the menacing stare of the female dragon that drove his race almost into extinction was different, and that was the reason why Seraphor lost confidence in his revenge, knowing that she would surely win.

Finally, after a long silence, Avila turned and said, "Sorry...I owed you much on your race, silver red."

"You know, if you didn't overwhelm me, I would still kill you," said Seraphor trying to be brave. "I hate you. You killed all of the ones I knew and I loved, but why do you have the guts to go here and apologize to me? Dragons are not that weak of a race."

"I want you to kill me, here and now. I'm your enemy, dragon, and with that, you can rest easy."

Seraphor then turned. "Easy? You think I won't remember anything about what you've done to me? You're just as dark as your scales. Killing you won't solve any matter, and I'm not a betrayer."

"I betrayed you first."

"I just can't." Seraphor suddenly turned, now in fear. "I can't. My hatred is so much to you...but, I feared you. You're my worst nightmare. Seeing you here make me feel like dying, like I'm not supposed to live."

Avila became silent on the trembling dragon, before seeing his features. Now she realized why he was scared. He couldn't fly, and if Avila would attack him, he couldn't retaliate without any proper fights. They were still whelps, but they had seen the world differently. She felt guilty on what she had done unconsciously. She then pulled her front paw to Seraphor's paw, and said, "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to kill you. You're still innocent for now. Once again, I'm sorry...I'm really sorry about the massacre. I'm as cursed as..."

"I'm alright. But I can't stop trembling."

"You don't have to be a friend to me. I won't bother you, and I won't kill any other dragons again."

"I'll make sure...you keep that word, black dragon," said Seraphor slowly. "You're different from that black dragon. I don't know which one attacking my race, but it looks like you, and you're dangerous."

"That's why I..."

"I'll be your captor, then. I'll be guarding you from harm," said Seraphor, now braver.

Avila then slowly managed to make a smile. She felt the power inside Seraphor. He was a different dragon, just like her. She then said, "My name is Avila."

"I'm Seraphor."

Seraphor lost the vision after a shout came into his dream and cut him from the dream. He was shaken by a two-legged dragon...wait, a dragon using his flexible front legs. The dragon shook him violently, forcing him to wake up.

"Oh, what the fuck..."

"Wake up, Seraphor! Just wake up! I don't know how can you sleep in this cramped up place, but this is not the time to slack off!"

Seraphor, still dizzy upon waking up, slowly said, "W...what is going on...?"

"We've been captured by the enemy, goddamn it!"

This snapped Seraphor from his dizziness, and he woke up to find himself banging on the side of the bars. When his vision cleared, he was directly facing the prison bars, but what astonished him was the cage in front of him, populated by cramped captive dragons roaring and thrashing about, hurting some others that were trapped. The lumps of the dragons were enough to convince Seraphor that some of them had died either suffocating from the small space or accidentally killed by the others. Turning his head back, he saw Bartoz trying to hold a mound of scales behind them, leaving them cramped to each other, barely able to move.

"Is this some kind of a prison? Where the hell is this place?!"

"You've been out for a goddamn two days and they put away many other big-sized dragons here. Damn, that's so nasty!"

"Fuck! It reeks of shit!"

Suddenly Seraphor heard some noises in the middle of the roars, and with his heightened senses, he felt a strong surge of electricity able to paralyze and stun a normal dragon. Knowing that Bartoz wasn't protected from it, Seraphor turned and exclaimed, "Bartoz, don't touch the bars! They're wired!"

"What are you talking about..."

Suddenly a strong surge of electricity hit the bars and if not for the silver red's ability to absorb the damage Bartoz would be electrocuted. Some other dragons that were unfortunate roared in pain as the electricity ran through their body. The roars died out slowly, leaving Seraphor and Bartoz in the middle of the calmed dragons.

"That was close. You almost got stunned, Bartoz," said Seraphor while trying to reach the bar, but he was unable to freeze it. "Well, this is bad."

"What's wrong?"

"Somehow the bars are lined with anti-magic. I can't make an ice out of them."

"And maybe this is not a work of a normal mage either."

The front of the cage was opened and the content spilled out, almost crushing Bartoz and Seraphor with the mound of dragons. Some of the dragons tried to run but there were many dragons, mostly bipedal, held them back and forced them to drink something, which made the dragons fell and became inert. Seraphor knew it wasn't the best thing to drink and he rebelled when a dragon was forcing down the drink into him, yet his physical strength wasn't strong enough for another biped to force his maws open and put the content of the giant glass down his throat, spilling some as the result. All of the sudden, everything he saw changed from the dark dungeon-like place to something like a war, where he was surrounded by so many creatures of his past. The creatures overwhelmed him and he frantically tried to fight them when one of them put a blade into his body, followed by many others that killed him. He remembered it, yet he didn't, as the pain surged around his body. The creatures seemed distorted, but it didn't stop there. After the stabbings, the visions were blurry and swirly like he was being high with drugs. He felt the world around him shrink and expand in a way different from what he knew, and many sensations of pain, warmth, heat, blood, wine, and lust overwhelmed him. His vision was of the distorted pattern of colors with weird sound. He felt relaxed, but tensing in some parts.

Seraphor was hallucinating of a nice sunny place surrounded with children of some sort and many of the usual life things enlarged. He could see a walking llama greeting him, and a chameleon with changing colors.

"Oh my ancestors...I feel like flying," said Seraphor, seemingly out of place. He opened his wings and he felt floating high on the sky, slowly touching the cartoonish animated sky before a booming voice said, "Hey, are you alive, Sera?"

This returned him to reality, where he was met with the disapproving face of a black dragon he knew. The sudden withdrawal caused him to be violent, but Bartoz was able to restrain the dragon with his front paws now after draining his energy out, though Seraphor, though painful, managed to open his maws and started to use his fire when he realized it didn't come out.

"Hallucinating about colors on the ceiling is something that I really hate. I prefer black, thank you," said Bartoz with a low voice, but the tone was as if the dragon was trying to mock the captors.

The silver red scanned his surroundings. They were in a room with cobblestone walls. On each side of the room was a straw lump for the dragons to sleep. There was nothing on the other side of the room except of a constantly running water trough, while the other end was an open place separated by the anti-magic bars. Across, he could see so many dragons, both bipeds and quads, trying to open the cages or trying to take off the collar from their necks. Seeing their struggles made Seraphor remembered his own body, and sudden headache came to him and he vomited to his side.

"Oh...I feel like having the worst hangover in my life," said Seraphor while trying to stand up weakly. "That drug is the worst shit I've ever drink."

"It's trying to weaken us. I never thought there is a substance like that. This makes you look very weak, Seraphor."

"Believe me, man. Being high and having a severe withdrawal isn't new for me. Spyro once got into a mess with weeds and he gave me a crack pot. I felt like hearing distorted dubstep inside my head and damn I felt so weak."

"What kind of world you've been in for this past century?"

"Believe me. Prideful dragons will be very hurt if you stay in a world where dragons party, drink boozes, and do drugs. For the last option, it can kill you, but both of us have gotten the fresh start, so I'm sure I'm..."

A sudden roar cut his conversation with his cellmate, and both felt annoyed by it. There was then a voice, clearly from a dragon's, that was saying, "All of you, get your ass back up! Stretch out those miserable legs and get to the courtyard!"

The doors were opened automatically and from there Seraphor could clearly see that some of the dragons had a different appearance from the others. Some of them were like zombies, only covered with flesh, and they were like zombies, too, as they were mindless. Some became euphoric and the chains around their legs and collar prevented them from became over-excited. Aside from the normal looking bipeds and quads, there were also those emitting a dangerous killing aura that got Seraphor ready in a second, which could lead to something bad if not for Bartoz saying, "Stop it, Seraphor. Take a deep breath. They're not a threat for you but this is not the time to fight them. We're not risking our lives."

"Those guys still need our help, Bart."

"I'll try to find contact with them. Let me tell you a secret."

Seraphor turned his head to him and saw that the dragon's front legs were all covered in strong aura of darkness somehow only the aware dragons were able to sense it. Bartoz made a smile before dissipating them.

"How can you make any magic if you're not allowed by this collar?" asked Seraphor. He could feel his strong magical powers were being cut by the collar he felt around his neck, rendering him a dragon with no magic at all.

Bartoz just smiled and said, "Once you get into the dark world, you know the darkness won't leave you forever, even with this collar. Darkness is limitless."