Chapter One: Eyes and Meetings

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Spyro and Cynder flew in the air together. They had been playing tag for hours, wasted the time they'd never had as children, to further their friendship. They'd began to tire a while ago, but pure happiness and exhilaration kept them from stopping their game.
Cynder swooped down, narrowly avoiding Spyro, before spiraling up into the air, and shooting straight past him. He gave chase, dodging Cynders wind powers, until he reached her side. He still had to get closer to tag her, but he knew she'd avoid him. He pulled back a bit, surprising Cynder and putting her off guard for a couple of seconds. Before she could realise her mistake, she'd been tagged, and began to head after Spyro.
The same chain repeated itself until the two dragons were on the brink of total exhaustion, and landed. They found a cave high int he mountains, shaded and hidden by leaves and such, and walked to the very back. They saw some wood at the far end, along with other resources, such as meat, rock bowls for collecting water and varied stones. They sat near the back, contemplating whether they should use the resources and stay warmer, or wait for whoever was obviously living in the cave. After a while of thinking, they left the resources and layed their heads down to rest.

After a short while, they spotted a figure entering the cave, with something jagged in front of it. It was impossible to tell what this creature was, but it looked like a dragon. Both Spyro and Cynder watched the figure enter the cave, tensing up in case this creature would fight them. It entered, wavy pink hair blowing in the small breeze that entered the cave. It's dark blue body moved roughly, carrying more wood and flint, and it's eyes were facing the pile of resources. They knew from it's body language that it hadn't noticed them, it didn't seem at all in shock or as if it had any intruders. This was not to last. Cynder moved, to get comfortable, and the dragon heard the shuffling. Her head shot around and met with the two dragons' eyes. Both of the heroes nearly jumped, her eyes had a huge contrast to most dragons, and to each-other. One was grass green, and one was sky blue. Her green one, the one on the right, seemed to shine, especially as she took the sight of them in. She trembled slightly, and looked at them fearfully. "A-are you Spyro and Cynder? T-the saviours?" She took a step back and tripped over some stones. One stone bounced forward, spinning a few time before slowing and eventually stopping.
"...Saviours? I guess so. Is this your cave?" Cynder asked, her voice filled with drowsiness. She stifled a yawm to hear the blue dragons next words.
"Y-yes."
"Why are you stuttering? We won't hurt you. We were wondering if we could stay here." Said Spyro, much to the dark dragons relief. She breathed a relaxed breath out, before smiling.
"I just thought... you'd hurt me. To stay here, I mean."
A shocked look came across both of the tired dragons' faces. They looked at each-other a second, before looking back at her, and smiling.
"We won't hurt you. Can we stay here?" Asked Spyro.
"Of course. I'll get a fire going." The dragoness collected some of her wood and arranged it in a circular manner, before placing bits of flint and some stones around the edge, she also put some in the middle, for unknown reasons. She scratched a stone against some flint. A fire started, licking against her claws. She put the flame by the center. After a few minutes of blowing it, it began to burn ferociously. All three dragons felt the temparature change in the room.
"So, what is your name?" Asked Cynder. "You know ours, it's only fair we should know yours."
"Cynder!" Spyro started, interrupting the blue dragoness as she began to speak. "Cynder, please, remember your manners. We can't have you treating this dragoness as you treat Sparx." Cynder giggled at this comment, and blushed slightly as she looked at Spyro. Spyro turned to the other dragoness, urging her to carry on.
"My name is Mei. I'd better introduce myself properly. I am Mei, I was born in the rainbow batch, that is, the batch that came a year before yours. It was called so for the odd colouring of all the eggs. Most dragons are green or red. This batch had pink dragons, yellow dragons, blue -like me- dragons and many more colours. We had almost all of the colours except black and purple. Our batch were evacuated during the raid and following times. Most of us still live in the Forgotten Realms. Some have even moved to our partner realm. That is, the Shadow Realms. It's dangerous there, but most monsters are weak, and they are few and far between. My family, however, hid me here, in the Valley of Avalar, whilst they fought. I have survived ere ever since." After her introduction, she sighed, "I tried to help in the war, but I never truly went back to Warfang. I thought I'd be rejected, because I'm weaker and not trained."
Both of the younger dragons looked at her, feeling sorry. Cynders eyes turned from sorry to pained. "I know how it feels to be rejected. All of the cheetahs despised me, any dragons other than Spyro and the Guardians misunderstood me."
Mei nodded. She'd heard of Cynders nickname, 'The Terror of the Skies'. She'd despised it from the moment it was revealed Cynder was under Malefors control. Unlike others, Mei was willing and able to let the past go, and to stand up for those targeted and victimised.
She felt the room get colder as the other dragons' eyes shut to sleep and the fire began to die down. She blew on it again, put more wood in, and fell asleep.