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Chapter 20

Amela sat in the chair in her office with a content sigh, her surprisingly white, hygienic doctor's gown carried no sign of medical intervention on its delicate material. She was in the middle of wiping her hands with a small, white towel, perfectly clean as the rest of her outfit.

"We can with whole certainty rule out any biological danger. Our little fiery friend isn't contagious in any way"

Spyro exhaled a big breath of relief as he observed his own, now smooth expression in a mirror that wasn't in this room last time he was here.

"Glad to hear it"

"Which brings us to the other important matter" she leaned back into her chair, running the towel in between her fingers, over and over again

"You must understand darling that this is a hospital. You don't make our job easier by barging through the front door, yelling about a contagious disease. You find attention faster, correct, but such actions put all of the staff on high alert. Diseases of all sorts have priority here, our beds are unfortunately always occupied by patients who suffer from more or less dangerous wounds. By being weakened like that they are susceptible to any sort of sickness"

Spyro winced, ashamed of his own reflection in the mirror he aimed his nose at the ground.

"I'm really sorry for that"

Amela smiled kindly "Cheer up, no harm done. The staff is mostly female, you're lucky that you're so good looking, I'm sure nobody remembers your effective entrance by now" the cheetah chuckled, throwing her eyes at the ceiling "We're almost like moles here, geeks, rarely see the sunlight. With you around I'm more worried about the health of my co-workers than the patients"

"I..." he blushed fiercely, his eyes impulsively located the mirror, at the sight of his abashed reflection his cheeks only became more red and hot

"I...don't know what to say" he mumbled, averting his gaze

The cheetah laughed, her feline eyes landing on the shy dragon "You're adorable darling, now I know what she sees in you. When you finally get there be sure to make her happy"

In his current state his mind didn't work as usually, he didn't understand what the healers was talking about. His first thought was of Cynder, but he wasn't sure if he's right, it didn't really interest him much currently anyway. He just wanted this awkward moment to end.

"I...will" he mumbled

Amela smiled, understanding the gentle hint perfectly, spending so much time around different people makes your inner perception really sensitive, lately she always spotted the line, that if ignored leads only to irritating discomfort.

"My apologies, when everything is well with my patients I tend to lose control of my good humor"

She flicked the towel on her desk and stood up, she made her way towards the big painting on the wall, playing with her earring.

"Please satisfy my curiosity if you will. How did you come up with the poisoning theory in the first place? From what I gathered from your shouting you were spending your time in the Mess Hall. They always served good food there"

"Yeah...long story short the cook shoved some strange mushrooms down Flare's throat. They made him really weak"

"Ahh yes, Shroudballs. Very unobtrusive, very potent and very rare mushrooms. Highly effective in depressing elemental energy but hardly toxic. Quite tasty for every mundane creature without magical potential"

She turned around, aiming her intelligent eyes at the drake.

"I know our cook has some in her personal storage, it had to become very interesting for her to use them"

Spyro scratched the back of his head "I'm not sure if I can talk about that...I can get in trouble with certain...people. Don't want to make the same mistake again"

Amela chuckled "I see" she grinned, leaning closer as if preparing to whisper a secret "We wouldn't want that to happen now don't we?"

She cleared her throat, folding her hands behind her back "Let's get back on topic regarding your friend" she started to slowly pace around the room "As far as I can tell he's perfectly fine, nothing threatens his life, however the blood coughing is a concern. Even more so because I'm not sure what might have caused this"

The dragon's amethyst eyes kept following the cheetah as she ambled back and forth her office.

"Maybe Flare got served a bad batch?"

"Mmmm" the feline tilted her to the side thoughtfully "Possible, but highly doubtful. You know the cook yourself, she would never ruin the reputation of her kitchen. Even if there would be a mistake, I don't know just how many bad mushrooms a dragon has to eat to start spitting blood"

"I don't know...maybe his body rejected the bad and hence poisonous mushrooms?"

Amela smiled "To fight poison is to reject it darling. Flare's body in any other circumstances behaved appropriately, if not for the blood in his vomit everything would be medically explainable without much of a problem"

She sighed "Unfortunately that is not the case. The only explanation I can give and would still be considered a medical theory is that Flare is suffering because of an allergy"

Spyro furrowed his brows in surprise.

"Allergy? Is that even possible?"

"Technically? No. I yet have to meet a dragon whose immunity and regenerative system isn't capable of handling illness. However" she raised her forefinger in the air "as we both know Flare is no ordinary dragon, who knows maybe he's afflicted by a trait that no other dragon ever was"

"Seems believable enough"

Amela nodded in agreement "It does doesn't it? However darling, that's my professionalism speaking through me. The cheetah underneath this healer's gown" she gestured at her outfit, running her hands from top to bottom of her chest "thinks that I am...how you youngsters say it now?" her eyes widened in realization "Ah yes, full of crap"

Spyro looked at the feline in shock.

The cheetah grinned "Don't look at me like that darling. I look old, that doesn't mean that I can't remember how it is to be young once in a while"

She clapped her hands "Back on topic. I believe that whatever is, let's say, troubling Flare, only Flare can shed some light onto, or one of you if you're lucky enough. I think that Flare's problems are of magical nature, only intensified by the impact of his past traumatic experiences"

Spyro rubbed his forehead bashfully "Excuse me for my boldness, but is there nothing you can do for him?"

Amela smiled kindly, folding her hands behind her back once more.

"He was given a concoction for digestion and immunity boost. He was also given a red gem, in case we missed something. He seemed to respond well to the treatment, he's resting as we speak" the smile on her furry face grew wider as she leaned closer "Did I pass your test?"

"Test?!" he blurt out in fear as he reared his head back "I didn't mean...I wanted...asked! I asked if...ummm" he didn't realize that with each muttered word he was retreating closer and closer towards the door

"Stop right there young boy"

The feline's assertive tone paralyzed him in his tracks. The only sound he let out was that of swallowed bulge of own saliva.

She offered him a sympathetic smile, pressing her hand to her chest.

"Do I intimidate you darling?"

Spyro laughed nervously "Of...of course not!" he tried to keep eye contact but his eyes constantly sought something else than the feline's orbs

She said nothing, just looked at the young dragon.

He couldn't bare the weight of her stare, it was like a torture that he knows won't end if he won't start talking. He looked to the side with a wince.

"A...little"

Amela giggled in disbelief "Why is that darling? My presence didn't bother you in our last meetings"

"I know! I don't know what's gotten into me"

His eyes found the mirror, and the only dragon crazy enough to understand him in its reflection.

"It's sooo...stupid"

The cheetah returned to her desk, sat on the chair, rested her elbows on the wooden surface, folded her hands into a fist and laid her chin on them.

"What's bothering you?" she asked softly

He looked at her pleadingly "Can I speak freely?"

She smiled "You aren't in a military darling"

Spyro cringed, the cheetah's response was like a blow to him. He offered a brief, dorky smile in response.

"Right. Ummm...the thing is that I don't want to mess up...I really need to...make a good impression on you" he looked at the ground in shame "I'm not doing a great job as you see"

The cheetah leaned back in her chair, eyeing the dragon curiously.

"You saved the world Spyro, it's difficult to find a better way to impress somebody"

"That's not enough...or maybe it doesn't matter, hero, legend, whatever, unimportant. I want you to..." he shook his head in disbelief "...this is so stupid" he sighed and looked at the healer, mustering all shreds of his courage "I want you to like me for who I am, a normal dragon, not some superhero people make me into"

"Why is it so important to you?"

"I don't know!" he whined

There was another moment of awkward silence after his whimper. The healer didn't respond to it, she just watched, as if studying his reactions.

"Cynder REALLY likes you..." he finally mumbled

Amela straightened up in her chair, a pleasant warm feeling filled her heart. Spyro didn't say anything new, it was no big secret that Cynder got attached to her, and yet the way he said it...It felt like a confession. She couldn't decide if her heart increased its beating because of her own personal pride and happiness, or because someone else than herself found joy.

She smiled warmly "Her feelings are important to you?"

Spyro nodded "Very"

"I'm very happy for you two, you were destined to be with each other and I'm overjoyed that you finally made it happen. You make a sweet couple"

"NO!" he screamed, jumping back startled, landing on stiff legs and with tail frozen in place "I-I never said anything like that! We aren't together! We are just good friends! Only friends!"

Amela giggled "Oh darling, it's too late for excuses. You have happiness written all over you"

His mouth clamped shut, he knew there was no way of getting out of this. Impulsively he looked behind his shoulder, eyeing the locked door behind his tail.

"Please don't tell Cynder anything" he whimpered as he aimed his defeated eyes at her "Please, please, please! This supposed to be a secret, she will kill me if she finds out that my babbling mouth got us in trouble"

The cheetah smiled cordially "My lips are sealed"

"How did you figure out it anyway? I never said that we're a couple now"

Amela laughed "Oh darling, you don't have to use the word love to betray your true feelings. The moment you mentioned her name your eyes sparkled and drifted somewhere far away, to a place they didn't really want to leave. It's all in the eyes, it's all in the body language"

"This was such a bad idea" Spyro shook his head, annoyed at himself "I'm a terrible liar, I can't keep a secret. I should really stop talking with people"

"Don't be too hard on yourself" she rested her chin on her hands once more with a happy smile "You want to hear something that will cheer you up?"

"Yes please"

"Cynder won't kill you if you spill out the truth, I believe she wouldn't be even upset about it. You want to keep your relationship a secret because you think it's safer. You both realize that you won't keep your feelings for each other a mystery forever. What's the difference if people find out today, or on some other date in the future, it will lead to the same thing anyway"

She moved on the chair to the side, turning around so one of her flanks was directed at the purple dragon while the other at the window on the opposite side. At which she now pointed while her eyes were focused on the drake.

"See that window over there? I'm sure that if you only said a word about giving up on your secret with Cynder here with us she would open that window and stick her head out. Do you know why she would do that?"

Spyro looked at the transparent glass ahead, embarrassed at his ignorance.

"Not really"

The cheetah smiled "She would stick her head out and roar, cry out about your relationship, about the fact that she is your love partner. She would roar for so long until the whole world would hear her, with every soul coming here to bang at the door. She would do that out of pride, out of arrogance, out of ecstasy, and most importantly out of love"

"Because now there is nothing she fears, she would invite all the demons to her doorstep and show every each of them just how strong she is. It is you darling, you give her strength, you mend the wounds she carries for so long. No matter what you do, she will always be with you and draw strength from you actions. You mean the world to her Spyro, if somebody has a problem with that, screw him"

He didn't feel the smile creeping on his snout as he stared at the window ahead. He imagined her green eyes sparkling with fierce flames, he saw her leaning over that windowsill and roaring. Her beautiful feminine voice loudly announcing that they are in love, that they are partners.

Not once, not twice, but ten, twenty or fifty even. Her voice ringing with emotion, laughter, joy, haughtiness, absolutely everything, making her voice more squeaky with each blare. When she would be finally done, allowing her head to dangle numbly from the window while her body being shaken by tears of happiness he would jump towards her, turn her around and kiss her passionately.

Not caring about the gasps of shock, shouts of disbelief and other things that disagreed with his choice. They wouldn't care, because they were meant to be together and if somebody has a problem with that...

Screw him.

"I'd like to see that" he muttered dreamily

Amela observed the drake with a smile of her own, the distant look on his snout, the blissful smile was enough for her to say that she did more than just cheer him up. Everyone dreams about something and now she was certain that Spyro has one more fantasy he would want to see fulfilled.

"Sometimes our dreams come true darling"

"You know so much about Cynder" he stated, waking up from his trance with a blink

She smiled "And you don't sound surprised, after all you consider me to be her...let's say, guardian"

"I...thank you for being there for her, thank you for taking care of her, thank you for...your acceptance"

Amela's lips wavered, she covered her mouth to keep her emotions in check.

"Stop Spyro or you'll make me cry" she pleaded with a dose of humor

Some muffled shouts stirred suddenly from behind the door, both Amela and Spyro looked in their direction and both of them knew who was behind them. She with an instinct of a hunter and he with his sense of smell.

"Come in! The door are open!" the healer announced happily

Moments later they were literally open, making enough space for a young black dragoness to enter, with a glowing dragonfly barging into the room from above her head.

"How is he?" Cynder asked worriedly as she stepped inside "Nobody wanted to give me a straight answer" worried as she was her tone was still ringing with a dose of anger

"Me first!" Sparx exclaimed as he dashed in front of the cheetah "Doc help! I'm dying here!"

"Sparx" Spyro called his brother calmly

"Not now bro!" he darted across the desk, pointing at his face "Look! This is Crouton's bloody spit!"

"Sparx"

Amela didn't say anything, she just pointed to the side, the dragonflies eyes followed her clawed finger.

He gasped as he recoiled back when the world got dark all of a sudden, he reached for his face and dragged down the thing that was covering it. A small towel.

"That's a towel" Spyro pointed at the floor "That's a basket of water" his claw moved then on the big reflective surface he was so familiar with "And that's a mirror. The blood isn't poisonous, you'll be fine"

"Victory!" the dragonfly exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air "Sparx lives to see another day!" he quickly flew towards the bucket and dipped the towel in the water "You hear that Cyn?!" he pressed the wet, soft material to his face

"You're going to enjoy my company for longer!" he blurt out, his shout muffled by the towel

"Cool" she replied casually, twirling her claw in the air "Yippee" her worried gaze started to jump between her purple friend and the healer "How's Flare doing?"

Amela smiled comfortingly, sliding on the chair back towards the desk "You can calm down Sweetheart. Flare is perfectly fine"

"Fine?" Cynder repeated doubtfully, her green gaze kept jumping between the two of them, trying to determine if Amela didn't say this just to make her feel better while in truth Flare is in coma or worse.

She didn't find anything suspicious, their eyes were honest.

"How is that possible?" she continued with her questions "He seemed like he was dying out there, blood was everywhere!"

"Our panicked minds sometimes overdraw reality, making-"

"No Amela" Cynder cut her off "I know what I saw. You were always right but this time I must disagree. Flare was a complete mess, I'm sure of that and I'm not the only one"

"Cynder is right" Spyro confirmed "Flare was in a really bad shape"

The cheetah shrugged "I don't know what to tell you. If Spyro wouldn't rise an epidemic alarm Flare wouldn't require a group intervention. Sudden fainting like in his case are fairly common and Flare looked exactly like a perfect example of that theory. I also know what I saw"

"What's the big deal?" Sparx commented bluntly as he cleaned his face in front of the mirror "The guy healed, is it really so important how it happened?"

The dragoness considered his words carefully, there was some truth to them, maybe it's better to leave the good mysteries unexplained.

"Where is he?" she aimed her question at the cheetah "Can I see him?"

"I'm sorry Sweetheart but I'm not allowing anybody to interrupt my patients rest. This is a rule that I value greatly"

"I'll be quiet. I would only want to see how he's doing"

Amela shook her head "It's non-negotiable. This place is about recovery, might seem unfair but those are my rules. I only allow visiting long term patients. Flare luckily isn't one of them"

In any other case she would argue, but Amela's stern rule was like an unbreakable wall to her. Out of respect she decided not to dwell on the subject further.

"Ok. I understand"

The cheetah's ears dropped on her skull in guilt at the sound of the girl's almost devastated voice.

"You can always stay here with me if you'd like. I'll just inform someone to call us when Flare will be fully awake"

Cynder smiled "Yeah sure, I can stay for a chat, but not for long. I'm supposed to show my scales on the training grounds and if a very certain someone will get there I would rather keep an eye on her"

"I would love to stay with you guys, but I really need to see Volteer, I can't postponing it forever" Spyro said "You're coming Sparx?"

"And listen to him talk? the dragonfly shook his head "No way, I escaped death today once already"

"See you guys later then"

Amela waved with a kind smile on her face "Bye darling"

He turned around and as he did so his eyes locked with Cynder's, the image of her roaring through the window and him kissing her flashed before his eyes. Only holding tightly to the shreds of his will prevented him from spilling out the truth, or throwing herself at her, to show how much he cares about her.

Ancestors I love her so much.

"What?" Cynder asked with furrowed brows

Spyro blinked, waking up from his trance.

"Nothing" he smiled "See you on the training grounds"

Her emerald eyes followed him as he walked out of the room. She had a feeling she missed something here.

"I'm off as well. I'm not staying here longer than I have to, hospitals give me creeps. Peace" and without any more words to it the dragonfly disappeared through the still opened door

Amela leaned back in her chair, her feline eyes watching the black dragoness with loving attention.

"You're beaming Sweetheart. You look absolutely stunning with that glow. It suits you"

Cynder turned around, giggling bashfully

"Really?"

"Oh yes. Life has started to finally treat you well?"

She impulsively sniffed the air, inhaling the air deeply and with it almost overdosing Spyro's scent.

"Can't complain. For once"

"Last time I saw you, you were scared to go to your room. I'm guessing that it's over now, you took care of the monster underneath your bed"

Cynder grinned "Better. I talked with it"

*

The main room of the City Hall was devoid of life, it was unusually quiet here, he wasn't used to this. It wasn't common to see the main building of Warfang to be so empty. There was always at least one of the Guardians present, ready to be of assistance.

Currently there was only one Guardian here and he seemed to be in a hurry to put the City Hall to its first impression of emptiness.

"Hey Terrador!" Spyro yelled after the almost running dragon "You know where can I find Volteer?"

"Spyro!" the old dragon exclaimed happily, stopping in his tracks right before he was about to disappear just behind the corner

"You can find Volteer most likely in the library, haven't seen him leaving it since he talked with Ignus"

"Thanks Terrador"

"Before you go Spyro" his words stopped the young drake "Did you do something special recently? Anything heroic?"

The purple dragon furrowed his brows "Nothing that I can think of, no"

"Huh" Terrador's gaze fallen on the corridor leading to the training grounds "I ask because we have surprisingly quite a lot of eager people wanting to hone their skills" he looked proudly at the young drake "All inspired by you"

"Oh that" Spyro huffed in sudden enlightenment "Not so long ago I had a chat with some of the people near the Mess Hall. Crowds used to scare me, but that talk was...really nice"

The Guardian smiled, nodding in in the direction of the young hero.

"Does that flower on your horn has anything to do with that?"

Impulsively Spyro reached up, touching the soft petals "I completely forgot about it" he smiled shyly "Yeah, one of the children gave it to me"

Terrador nodded several times in silent astonishment "This is a very good sign. People, no matter how old they are, offer gifts to their leaders and idols because they look up to them and know they have their interests in heart"

The Guardian's eyes shone with sincere pride and longing.

"You have their ear and love in such a young age. You are growing into someone extremely special Spyro, you will be a dragon this world has never seen before. I'm confident you will become a great leader one day and lead our race into an age of prosperity. My only wish is to live long enough to see it"

Spyro averted his gaze, ashamed by the Guardian's high regard towards him.

"I don't...know about that..."

Terrador smiled "But I do and our people do. We can't be all wrong"

"I'm not much of a leader since I have no idea what's going on with our world and how to make it right"

"But you try. You're going to see Volteer, alone, as much as I adore my old friend I know you're not going there just for a chat. The living don't have that much time"

Both dragons chuckled.

"You're working" the earth dragon continued "Alone, in a such young hour, putting all the stress on your own shoulders rather than somebody else's. Such gestures are important"

His eyes fell onto the window and he smiled.

"Speaking of valuable time, look how much of yours I wasted already"

The young drake shook his head "Not at all"

Terrador smiled "Be well Spyro"

He bowed "You too Terrador"

And the Guardian was gone.

Leader.

Me?

Yesterday I couldn't tell the difference between a hook and a claw.

He pressed on forward, towards the library, not really realizing that his legs were moving, carrying him ahead. His mind was completely elsewhere, circling around the idea of him becoming the symbol of his kind. He was imagining many things, from glorious battles with him shouting orders to the simplest things like walking down the corridor with people bowing their heads as he passed.

The idea of people holding him in such high regard, almost in reverence was still uncomfortable and in his opinion no living creature, no matter how unique doesn't deserve such praise. That title is deserved for the Ancestors or whatever other god people have their faith in.

However the image of him surrounded by people who listened to him talking, like many friends, wasn't so frightening anymore. Part of him looked forward to it in fact, everyone was different and meeting different personalities, from the quiet to loud was fun. He doubted that a person existed that he would truly dislike, it's all about getting used to for him.

Besides the praise he was terrified of another thing, perhaps even more, it was the lack of time. Being raised on the pedestal of importance means more duties, as a leader you need to maintain your position and look after your people. He was afraid that they would take most of his attention and distract him from the one soul he is crazy about, or at least reduce her to an equal role.

Despite the horrid thought he caught himself smiling, on his own hypocrisy and lie in fact when he remembered that no living creature is worth praising. There was one such creature, one dragoness, his goddess.

Cynder.

It might sound horribly romantic or disgustingly cheesy, unfit for a male, but there it was and he wasn't ashamed of it. Just thinking about her made his heart hot and his world dizzy, he was under a spell, under a spell of a goddess because it's impossible that JUST a girl would mess in his head so much.

She is so divine.

As he walked, his thoughts circled around Cynder this time, how beautiful she is, how wonderfully alluring she looked on that bed last night, how funny and fiery personality she has, how soft are her scales. All those thoughts and more took his whole concentration, or it seemed that way.

Pulses of cold logic managed to pierce through the blissful veil, they were both appreciative and depressive. The good one was about people finally recognizing her as their own, after all their leader could fall in love with someone really special.

The bad one was also there and the longer it kept nagging him the more of his pleasant images it managed to deprave.

His heart couldn't bare it, seeing unknown people getting hurt or mistreated is bad enough, the same fate befalling on someone he cares about is even worse.

So eventually the only image in his head that was left was of Cynder being taken care of, he saw many scenarios of that happening. From humiliation, exile to death, all of them tragic in more ways than one. That's the cost of being a leader, a champion of Light is above any creature of Darkness.

He shook his head, discarding the horrid thoughts or anything else regarding his ascension on the pedestal of importance. This is the melody of a future, hopefully a very distant one.

There are more pressing matters that need to be taken care of right here and now.

The door to the library swung open, the smell of old paper and dusty books put things into motion. All the thoughts, all the images from earlier faded away.

He moved forward, walking along the carpet, his head moving from side to side, observing one bookshelf after the other, after a while coming to a single conclusion.

Somebody ruffled practically through each of them. More than once.

Volteer wasn't present on the desk he usually occupies, at least not now, he was surely bunkered here for quite some time judging from the mess.

"Volteer?" Spyro asked, his voice quiet, impulsively following the unwritten rule of a library

"Over here young Spyro"

It was hard to pinpoint from which direction exactly the voice came from, it flew along the corridors of bookshelves like a wind in a forest. The purple drake took his best guess and pressed onward, as it turned out later his instinct was right.

Volteer was there, sitting in a spot each ray of light seemed to point to, making his amber scales glow. He was surrounded by a fortress of books, tome upon tome in places looking like towers, one big pile in the middle as if was a castle and many other, bigger and smaller books scattered all around, like people of the fortress or its enemies sprawled dead outside.

And above the playground rose the figure of the amber king, who as the medieval monarchs of fantasy tales was admiring his jewelry. Under the fiercest light with the practiced eye of a silversmith.

One crystal in fact, it was the dark gem Hunter brought back from his mission.

"It eludes my comprehension" Volteer said, his squinted eyes locked onto the dim crystal he was holding in two claws, which turned the gem around slowly, allowing it to flicker whatever strands of light it reflected across his snout

"What does?" Spyro asked, instinctively approaching the electric dragon. Volteer might be sometimes tiring to listen to, but everyone that know him understand that he has a certain magnetic pull. It might be the drive of curiosity that wants to seek the Guardian's attention, knowing that in the end there will be nothing to regret

"The rich in qualities of esteem pebbles. Every dragon that partook in the undertaking miring quandary as to the contingency of the gem being unfluctuating in their bodies. For what inducement Ignus does not?"

Spyro's eyes widened "I completely forgot about them and didn't even notice that Ignus didn't have one"

The Guardian twirled the gem in his claws "My words eventuating to you with a sudden titillation of overpowering stupefaction is of no wonder. Those are tenuous little gems. The way they derive so unostentatious to the eye is because they give the outward semblance of draconic bodies being their congenial hosts"

The purple dragon's eyes landed on the crystal, nodding slowly "If they are so powerful no wonder the remnants of the Dark Army used one of those to...to...cause a lightning storm?"

Volteer looked through the window, at the calm azure sky outside.

"An outbreak of discombobulation. The effulgent circumambient electric spark fusillade in the gaseous envelope around earth was harmless. Thanks to our idiosyncratic presence and means of the senses we are versant with the impelling force perambulating through the convolution that fastens the portals together. In an unequivocal manner work our specialized propulsion conducting cells in our encephalon when any conception starts to sojourn in the mind as an emanation of mental understanding. This is not a process of abating into inferior fettle, but a expeditious disturbance of enlivening"

"Perfect. If the Dark Army is behind this and one of those portals spat, let's say Malefor out, then we are in a lot of trouble"

The Guardian nodded "Seemingly pertinent of approval proposed explication, however individualistically I wouldn't cause to betide into being such an unpropitious imagined sequence of predicaments. They could have been just propitious, come into the presence of propinquity of a dragon with the pebble in his body and very grievous extent of acquaintance with verifiable factualism. Throughout the continuance of cruciation the drake avowed all of the gem's secrets. Dark Army wanted to corral a punishment in a bellicose and vindictive spirit, the lightning storm was their reprisal. With Malefor's capacity to be a coercive force still contemporaneous in some, they fail to convey vividly to the mind that they are antiquity now, only having power and aptitudes to create chaos.

"Sooo basically no matter from which side we look the Veils are our main problem"

Volteer nodded eagerly with a wide smile, always beaming with extreme happiness when dealing with sharp, young and apt minds.

"Correct"

"We were in Boven lately as you know and we found a portal there, exactly in the same place as before" Spyro bit his lip, lost in deep thought "It was somehow different than the one in Munitions Forge. I can't really explain it, but it didn't feel right, as if I was missing something"

Volteer's eyes widened in excitement "Precisely! How could it circumvent my understanding?!" he exclaimed turning his paw so swiftly that Spyro had to jerk his head back with a gasp to avoid being smacked by the gem that now hovered in front of his eyes

"This is the elucidation to our problem! When Flare and Iris came into apprehension in our world it was dehiscent to our knowledge that something without indubitable reason occurred to them, they were confounded just like we were with the crystals incorporated as an prerequisite part in their bodies. We surmised that the gems are conjoined with the portals in some not itemized way, but there was always a fact of being fortuitous that someone did that to them before they alighted here. Thanks to Ignus now we know that this concept ripened in the mind is false"

"That Boven portal is a door " he narrowed his gaze on the gem in his paw "And here is the key"

"Then Flare and Iris are walking padlocks, at least for us because the golems we fought with passed into our realm without their help. Soooo....the Veil is a door that opens from the inside, to get in from the front you need a key"

Spyro's eyes widened, the heart in his chest skipped a beat at the sudden realization that crossed his mind.

"That means everyone on the other side can walk into our realm like they own the place!" he exclaimed startled "While we can't do a damn thing!"

Volteer shook his head calmly "There are no facts from which we can articulate conclusions for stampede. If the gateway marking an ingress to our realm could be so facilely opened from the other side we would be overpowered exhaustively by now"

The purple dragon evidently calmed down after hearing the Guardian's explanation. He was right, if the portals could be opened they would have so much more to deal with. However his swinging purple tail betrayed his anxiousness.

"Also" the amber dragon continued "we have people compassing information from Boven each day. No newfangled sightings as for now"

Spyro perked up at the information "Then we need to strike back while we can! Get Flare and Iris to each portal and try to lock it"

"First you need to transpose them by argument or substantiation to your belief, which will be an untroublesome matter of substantial labor seeing as both are struggling in opposition to overture their aid"

The young dragon's snout was covered by a gloomy shadow "Why things can't be simple for once?"

Volteer smiled "The wonted condition of our existence is never facile my young friend. It's up to us to make it simpler and from what I espied by my sense of hearing you are about to make the first vestige today on the training grounds"

"Yeah and I could use your help Volteer with my Time power"

The Guardian nodded eagerly "Of course. When do you solicit to begin?"

Spyro looked at the old dragon, determination flickering in his amethyst eyes, which seemed more mature and experienced than usual.

"Immediately"