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The City of Warfang. Originally built by the moles to signify their alliance with the dragons, it was one of the few cities left after Malefor's resurgence thirteen years ago. Over time, it had grown into a metropolis, encompassing three quarters of the dragon population.

In the middle of the city, stood the Guardian Temple, where the overseers of the elements would train the youth, and deal with politics. Currently, the Fire Guardian was gritting his teeth. His bright orange scales joining his silver chest plates, horns, wings, and spaded tail tip. The drake had deep blue eyes, and his chest plate held a massive gash which now had scales covering flesh.

"This is really getting out of hand. Having one dragon go missing was horrible, now seventeen?" The dragon looked at his companions, hoping for any ideas. "Eight years of this and only four bodies so far found. If we don't stop this, what kind of Guardians are we?"

A much larger green dragon nodded slowly. Terrador, Guardian of Earth, shivered as he thought back to the beginning of the disappearances, when some cheetahs came across the corpse of Hadriel, the previous Wind Guardian. A few years later a box had arrived at his chambers, containing the heads of his brother and nephew.

The meeting was interrupted as a mole entered into the room. "I'm sorry Guardians, but I have an update on…" He noticed the orange fire drake tilting his head. "Oranges. I have an update on oranges."

"Ah, splendid! Wonderful! Fantastic!" Volteer, the Guardian of Electricity, exclaimed excitedly. He smiled and looked at the young drake. "Master Rift, the others and I have a small matter to discuss. Why don't you take the rest of the day off and spend it with your family. Master Kara won't be far behind you."

Rift nodded slowly and exited the room. Once everyone was sure the fire dragon was out of hearing range, the light blue Ice Guardian, Cyril, went off on the mole. "Oranges? With that you might as well go up to him and flat out tell him that we're rebuilding his village in secret! I should have you demoted you imbecile."

"Enough!" Yelled the displeasure of a young dragoness, The Guardian of Wind, having taken Hadriel's place after his untimely death. Her pure white coloring coating her entire body. Eyes a light brown with irritation. "The poor mole did not know Rift was among us. He is just doing his job. "

Terrador agreed. "Little one, Master Kara is the one leading this project. She's one of the few survivors of the original Dragon's Claw. If you need to say anything, talk to her."

The intimidated mole nodded quickly and looked at Kara. At only twenty eight, she was but a hatchling compared to the average dragon lifespan of two hundred years. But she was still a young adult, mated and a mother. "Master Kara, the village is nearing completion. We finished the evacuation cave today, and are beginning to furnish everything. We are also finishing the memorial statue of Void Myclonis."

"That's the best news all week!' The wind dragoness happily exclaimed. "Rift’s father may not have been the Guardian of Fire, but he was very much the guardian of the village. His sacrifice will be remembered for many generations."

Terrador smiled and excused the mole."Your excitement, I'm unsure if it's for the near completion of the village, or keeping it a secret from Master Rift for the last seven years. Either way, you may head home Master Kara."

The white guardian bowed and began to leave, before blushing as Cyril spoke aloud.

"On second thought, you and Master Rift take the rest of the week off. Your season is starting and we don't want to find you two and Sithris again mating in the chambers."

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Sithris chuckled as Neala flumped and rubbed her round belly. The tiny hatchling could probably eat an entire deer if left unsupervised. The black drake picked her up with his tail and set her in her nest, covering the little one with a blanket. He kissed her head and padded out of the cave.

The flapping of wings caught his attention. Looking toward the lake, an orange dragon landed, smiling. Sithris quickly bounced to him. "Hey hon, how was wo-mmrf!"

Rift stopped the black dragon's question with a passionate kiss. "Rough day love, glad to be out early." He smirked as he saw the blush forming on his mate's face. Eight years and he still got flustered when receiving affection, which was most of the time.

"I take it Kara had another meeting?" Sithris giggled at his mate. "I don't see why you don't try to eavesdrop."

The Fire Guardian raised his brow and gently bapped the snoot of the electric dragon. "You know damn well why I don't, snitch. When Kara threatens you, she will follow through with it."

"I suppose so, plus you're about as discreet as a bonfire at a stakeout. And as a pest with a shiny chest, dragons spot you from miles away." Sithris taunted him. "It's a wonder you can even hunt with your lack of stealth."

The orange drake smirked and quickly knocked over the black drake, pinning his paws and tail to the ground in a quick victory. "Like that silly. What I lack in stealth, I make up for in speed and strength."

Sithris struggled to break free from his pest, finding himself fully restrained. He huffed and poked out his tongue out. "Dang it! How are you so small yet so strong?"

Rift rolled his eyes and settled comfortably onto his mate, enjoying his victory snuggle. "I'm only a few inches shorter than you derp… and Kara, and a large majority of the hatchling I teach. I'm at least large in one area."

Laughing, the black drake winked mischievously. "But you still always end up under me. It's funny that you have a male and a female, but you're the one normally raising your tail, to both of them."

"Hey!" Rift exclaimed in embarrassment. "If you think you can act all alpha, then throw me off. Until then, you're mine."

Sithris was just opening his maw to respond when the voice of Kara called down to them. "Oi, don't you dare start without your queen!" Rift quickly jumped off and both males stood at attention.

Kara landed quickly and passed by both drakes, teasing them with her comments. "My heat is here and my bitches are arguing over who the false alpha is. You can either tend to your queen now, or I'll find some drakes that will."

Both Rift and Sithris stood staring at each other in shock, the scent of Kara flowing through the air. They both shook their heads and chased after her. "Coming! "