Cynder crashes hits the ground, her large draconic body causing the ground to rumble. Her green eyes look around her as the townsfolk look upon her in fear, awe, worship. Some running for cover, others dropping to their knees yelling, "The true Cynder has come to save us!" Cynder took a slow deep breath, her body aching from such a long slumber and sudden awakening.
"What in the blazings is happening here... Why are there so many poorly crafted structures here... So many of my people... look like me, and what's this? Bipedal dragons? How long have I been asleep?" Cynder thinks as she folds her wings behind her, her eyes close for a moment as her barely visible runes on her scales start to glow a bright purple, energy flowing through them as they grow ever brighter before quickly fading. Cynder opens her eyes, "I see... those that look like me are the problem, but so few of you know what is going on, you think of confusing words, but one thing is clear," she states in a booming voice that is only due to her magnificent size, up there is where it's all happening," she states as she looks around, noting the poor construction of many of the buildings and those trapped under the buildings crying for help.
"They will have to wait, this is more pressing matter," Cynder thinks as she reaches down and carefully peels back the rubble assisting the strange bipedal and even stranger smaller cynder clones save the people, "Very strange indeed," Cynder wonders at the situation.
Cynder Drone Prime stands at the gates that lead to her processing facilities. From there she watches the massive dragon, one that is far bigger than even legends foretold, sift through the rubble that she herself has caused from reawakening.
"What a strange turn of events. Causing destruction then saving those she has buried. We must prepare for her arrival. Time is short. We have no facilities large enough to accommodate her. Not yet at least. She must be made equal. Her mind is full of unequal thoughts. Her people, considering that they are below her that need her protection. The worship of her as a god. Her strength is powerful. It must be harnessed to spread equality. She must be taught the value of equality," Cynder Drone Prime thinks.
"My queen, what do you wish us to do?" inquiries Cynder Drone 2 as the smooth faceless cloned drone, its size bigger than the norm but smaller than the queen.
"Prepare, she is currently help our fellow drones save the unconverted. We wish to make the world equal, not destroy. She will come here to confront us soon, be ready to react. We have insignificant data on how to deal with this biggest threat to equality."
"Yes my queen. All hail equality," Cynder Drone 2 telepathically thinks as Cynder Drone Prime remains in its position, waiting, watching. The smooth sleek body reflecting the sun's rays as waits patiently.
"Soon, soon. Just need to be patient. Equality takes time. I was once naive and worshiped the Goddess. Seeing her before me here, reinforces me believe equality is the best. Equality is the way," Cynder Drone Prime thinks.
Cynder soon finishes helping those in need. She notes the responses are mixed but often learn towards fear. Fear of her and fear of the strange creatures that look much like her, yet are so different, "I need to learn more," she thought as she moved through and out of the city. Her footsteps sink deep into the ground, mud spreading in all directions as she leaves deep tracks in her wake. That is until she is out of the town. She stares up at the hill and spreads her wings that overshadow the town in the late afternoon day sun. The people hear a thwack as she flaps them, the drones only noting her presence while the dragons look upon her in awe as Cynder doesn't necessarily take flight but rather leaps forward the wings helping her land right on front of the largest drone that she has seen thus far, the one she has noticed that has been standing there, watching her, with its faceless gaze. The ground trembles as she lands, the cobblestone path break apart as she lands.
