Peace Keepers and its dragons

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You would not believe how big Peace Keepers is in real life. Oh. My. God.
I am not joking holy shit is it big. Fucking enormous I tell you. I need to shut the fuck up don't I? Yeah. Yeah I do.
From the dragons to the floor they stand on its all kinda beige-y kind of colour. Different shades like. Still. It makes the place look big.

Ice Cavern however, is a different story. Ice Cavern is this beautiful... Well, ice cavern. Its vast gorgeous scenery would have most people faint. The dragons are even better. Lets take Todor, for example, he is a quite a skinny dragon but he has purple-blue wings and a fuckin' bow and arrow. Only a few words in, and I bet I got you wanting to be in my situation. Nah. I need to get out, remember? But magically. ✨ yep, I used an emoji. That is the only time I will though.
Anyway, once we travelled through everywhere in the Peace Keeper lands the dragons started to discuss something among each other. Now, I'm nosy do I listened because, well.... Why not? Anyhow, listen to what I heard.
"Nestor, y'know how you said the human was the sixth of its kind."
"Yeah?"
"Well one, how is she even here in the first place and two, who the fuck are the other five people?"
"Go ask Alban, he told us."
"Ok.... But-"
"But what?"
"Let me speak."
"Okay, okay."
"Nestor, where's your son? He doesn't leave your side and then as something crazy happens hes not here."
"....... Well, he's..... Doing something regarding the human."
"Has the human met 'im?"
"Oh yeah, they definitely have met."
Then I walked away. So I kept thinking. Who have I met that's young enough to be Nestors son? Spyro. That's not true. Right? Oh my god. Wait. Does Spyro know about this? He surely does. Does he? Should I tell him? No. No. Don't.

After, me and Nestor went back to Artisans and there he was chatting away with Elora. For some reason (god knows why) a shiver ran down my spine. Was it because of the info I now know? Probably.

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