Ch. 4

"I will never abandon the dragons of Warfang!" Spyro said rather loudly. Isaac clamped his hand on Spyro's mouth, "Quiet!" he hissed, "There might not be anyone to abandon, if I don't destroy that Marker. Find the leaders of your city, if they are still alive, and try to find survivors. After I destroy the Marker, the necromorphs should attack each other instead of anyone still alive." Isaac then tossed Spyro onto the street and stormed off, cursing his bad luck.

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Luna sat alone in her cell, one out of the maybe a hundred innocent dragons who had been imprisoned for no apparent reason. The Guardians had gone from somewhat senile, friendly, scholars, to brutal tyrants. That stone was the cause of this, somehow, Luna knew that the stone she had discovered was the cause of this. The Guardians were now imprisoning any one and everyone who spoke against their atrocious acts. They had even imprisoned younger dragons like her for asking for advice on how to use their element.

"How did this happen?" Luna asked herself, her cell-mate, an ice dragon who was about fifteen answered her, "Because you found that stupid rock."

Luna grumbled to herself, as she rolled over on the cell floor. The rooms were completely devoid of furniture, all they had for beds were stone niches carved into the wall. They had shared this room for three days, and their only entertainment was bugging each other or etching drawing into the walls with their claws. Guards had been stationed at every cell door, in case a dragon was stupid enough to try and use their elemental breath to escape. Not that anyone was trying, the guards only fed them once every day and a half, leaving them barely strong enough to summon even a trace of their elemental breaths.

In the event that one of the dragons did escape, things outside the prison walls had been heard moving around outside. A guard had left through the gate, and hadn't come back. A small search party had been sent to search for the absent guard, all but one had disappeared as well.

The lone survivor had staggered into the courtyard, holding what used to be an arm. The survivor had been executed moments after stumbling into the courtyard. Luna had watched the whole event unfold from her cell window.

Luna knew she would probably never see her family or friends again. As long as the Guardians were still in charge, she would never leave the cell she was stuck in. It was absolutely hopeless.

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Isaac walked down the street, carefully looking around each corner he turned. A sharp crack caught his attention. He turned just in time to see a bladed limb shoot around the corner, grab a rotting corpse off the ground, and haul its catch back. Isaac decided it would be best to try the other direction. The dragons so far, had not decided to follow him. The black dragon was angry and the purple one was trying to open a door that probably had a necromorph behind it. He would go check on them in a minute. But for the moment, he had to navigate this abandoned city.

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Something wasn't right, and Spyro knew it. It was way to quiet, like the calm before a storm. The fact that the city had been overrun by monsters didn't help either. Only an occasional trill, roar, or screech would break the silence. A city of dragons, it seemed had turned into a city of monsters.

"Are you alright Spyro?" Cynder asked, "You seem awfully quiet." Spyro looked up at her, "what if Isaac was right about how everyone in Warfang is either dead or dying?" Cynder thought about it a moment, "He probably is. We need to find out who survived and who didn't."