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Spyro: Dawn of Light, 3-13SPYRO: DAWN OF LIGHT
The sun rose behind thin rainclouds, a light drizzle wetting the vale of Summer Forest. Even the grayish lighting of the stormy weather felt refreshing and calm instead of the dreary, dismal effect back home. Cynder stretched and yawned, her tailblade singing through the air as she lashed her tail around. Glancing up through the window, she rubbed her eyes, feeling a bit sore from yesterday's scare. She could hear Flame snoring nearby, the fire dragon shielding Sparx from the rain with his wing. Apparently he had relocated sometime in the early morning but had gone right back to sleep. Rolling her eyes, the black dragoness turned to Spyro on the couch behind her. She was surprised to find him awake, his eyes glazed over as he stared into the distance. "Hey Spyro..." she whispered, leaning up to nuzzle him. He blinked and stared at her hazily, coming back to reality, then smiled softly.
Spyro: Dawn of Light, 3-12SPYRO: DAWN OF LIGHT
"I don't even know what a dragonfly eats...I never really paid attention..." Spyro sighed and hid his face under his wings. "He's stuck around me for so long but I never really paid him any attention..."
Elora quietly stroked the little bug in her hands, his golden glow gone. "He's just asleep, it's not like he's gonna die."
"But even when he sleeps he's glowing! There's gotta be something wrong!"
"Well his legs just twitched and his wings fluttered, pretty sure he's dreaming."
The Professor scribbled on his clipboard again as he thought. "According to those ancient texts, dragonflies were created many ages ago by the Beastmakers tribe as protectors for dragons in other worlds where their powers were weakened. If they were created, I don't quite know what that means in terms of their metabolic systems... but I can hazard a guess." He turned his clipboard around, displaying a rather intricate sketch.
Spyro: Dawn of Light, 3-11SPYRO: DAWN OF LIGHT
"Day three and still no word..." Nightshade grumbled, pacing around the dojo.
"Oh stop it Night," Rivyera cooed as she nuzzled the little dragons playing on the floor.
"I don't think you fully understand what's going on, Riv." He snarled and went to punch the wall, but stopped himself an inch away when he remembered the babies were present. "We just received a letter of threat from the Department."
"They hold no jurisdiction over us, they're still an unofficial group at best."
"It's not their jurisdiction that worries me. They're gaining significant public appeal." He growled, tightening his pacing circles. "Without the backing of the public we have no power. We only have power because we Guardians are respected for doing our jobs. But these vigilantes operate in areas we forbid ourselves from. They assassinate, they steal, they aren't even above burning an entire village to the ground over su
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