Perils Of War TLOS (Book 2)

Chapter Twelve

Cynder woke up to a quite hospital, Ember was sleeping peacefully with Flame curled around her. She looked around to see Trice and Michael, covered in bandages, were also asleep. Aura was sitting on a couch next to the bed, and looked up when she saw Cynder's movements.

"Hey there." She said

"How long have I been out?" Cynder asked

"Only a couple hours" Aura answered

"What did the medics say about Spyro? I was too out of my head to pay attention."

"They said that he was hit with a dragonbolt, it had magic on it to prevent healing, and it had at least four poisons on it. Michael used all his remaining magic to remove the poison and jumpstart his heart. He is going to be asleep for a while, weeks even."

"Who were those guys?"

"Mercenaries sent by the Dark Authority to kill us, their plan was to distract Michael and Trice long enough to finish the rest of us off, but they underestimated our strength."

"How are they?" Cynder asked, looking at the two dragons

"Drained, Michael used most of his magic to keep himself moving, then the rest to save Spyro. Trice used all of hers to protect me." Aura answered

A medic dragon approached Cynder, wanting to check Spyro's vitals. She hissed at the medic, then gave her an apologetic look, and lifted her wing. The medic checked Spyro's pulse and his heartbeat.

"I'll be right back." She told Cynder

"You okay?" Aura asked her

"Yeah, I just have this strange instinct to kill anything that approaches him, I can't control it" Cynder answered

"Yeah, I have that a lot." Flame cut in, blinking the tiredness from his eyes

"Really?" Cynder turned to him

"Yeah, males always feel that feeling, while females only feel it when their mate is really vulnerable." Flame replied

The medic returned with a plate of food and a strange core.

"This core will keep Spyro nourished while he's asleep, but you need to eat. When I come back, that plate better be empty." She told Cynder

Cynder squirmed when the medic lifted her wing and placed the core next to Spyro's heart. The purple dragon coughed, but showed no signs of waking. Cynder grabbed the plate and ate slowly.

"So, Spyro always feels this instinct?" Cynder asked

"Probably, and it multiplies when you actually are vulnerable, you get used to it, but when it takes control, it tends to freak a dragon out." Flame answered

Ember nuzzled against him in her sleep, he looked at her.

"Is she okay?" Cynder asked

"Yeah, the axe that hit her had the same spell that prevents magical healing, and with Michael out for the count, it will have to heal naturally, so she won't be walking for a few days, maybe a week." Flame told her

Suddenly a familiar ice dragon walked through the door.

"Cyril?" Cynder exclaimed, surprised.

"Hi, Cynder" The ice dragon replied

"What are you doing here?" Cynder asked

"We heard about the attack, and came to check on Spyro"

"We?"

"We as in all three of the guardians, Terrador and Volteer are outside, they only let one guest in at a time." Cyril replied

"We'll he's asleep, and he might stay that way for a while. He was hit by a dragonbolt." She told him