Ok, I've been working a long time on this story and I feel it's good so please don't be harsh. I hope you fall in love with the characters as I have!
A/N: I don't own The Guardians, nor the moles, Spyro or Cynder and I never will.
I do however own Crystalline, Shivers, Rusty, Canvas, Flash, Zimmer and the idea of Spirit Dragons.
Steal them and you die
Chapter 1 - Choosing
The war was finally over. Malefor had been defeated by Spyro and Cynder, but the two were still not present. Warfang was safe again, although the Guardians who were indeed growing old had business to attend to. After the death of poor Ignitus they realized they all needed something, an apprentice for each guardian, just in case something like this happened again. They were left short-handed, no more Fire Guardian.
Shortly after the world was whole again the remaining Guardians sent moles to few chosen young dragons with a talent in their element. The first mole was sent to a small house on the edge of the city that belonged to two young dragons, one younger than the other. With a few short knocks the door was opened by the younger, an up and coming ice dragon named Shivers. He and his older sister Crystalline were orphaned by Malefor when he attacked the north; dear Crystalline had flown here on her own while carrying her younger brother's egg.
"Can I help you Mr. Mole?" Shivers asked as the mole came inside and looked around the house.
"I am looking for Crystalline." He said urgently as the dragon in question entered the room. "Crystalline, you have been summoned by the Guardians. You may bring your brother." The mole said as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and held it in front of her.
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The second mole was sent to the center of the housing district, surprisingly to a house of moles. Though a dragon did live there, an oddity indeed. The poor boy was brought here after his entire village died of a strange disease; he himself was the only immune. His dying mother entrusted him to the moles. In all of is life after he loved only one thing, his pet rat Canvas, named after his mother. The rat in question was the only rat that was not afraid of him, deep down he believed it was his mother.
The second mole didn't have even knock on the door, Rusty was lying on the roof with his tail dangling down, and lucky for the mole he knew the dragon. "Rusty come down here." He said as Rusty looked over the ledge at him, there was something different about him, but the mole only noticed it when Rusty flew down. The amulet that his mother had left him as a baby, the one that was stolen many years ago by Malefor's forces was back around his neck. Had the young dragon flown to what was left of Malefor's domain and retrieved it?
"What do you want?" Rusty asked as the blue stone in the amulet shimmered.
The mole wasn't surprised to see the rat Canvas perk up from between his horns. "You have been summoned by the Guardians." The mole said as held out the paper for Rusty to read.
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The third mole was sent to a grand building against the great wall of Warfang, it almost seemed palace like as the mole ran up the steps. This home belonged to a wealthy dragon family, a family of electric dragons; one of the young dragons that lived here always got what he wanted. Many of the other dragons his age didn't want to hang out or play with him because he had become spoiled. The mole knocked on the huge door, the knock seemed to echo throughout the entire building. It was indeed intimidating. The mole waited for what seemed like an eternity until a large black male dragon with yellow electric markings opened the door. This was Zimmer, the boy's father.
"A mole? You're just in time. We needed an extra pair of hands." He said as he tried to usher the mole inside.
"I'm afraid I cannot help you sir. I've been sent by the Guardians. They have summoned your son Flash, and only Flash." The mole explained as he held up the letter and Zimmer read it over, he sent a mole to fetch Flash at once.
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The fourth and final mole was sent to a house near the center of the city but was surprised to see a note on the door that read. 'Out protecting the city, look for me at the wall.' So he begrudgingly climbed up the many stairs that led to the top of the wall, sure enough the dragon he was looking for was sitting right above the gate at the center. She was quite the piece of work, a total tomboy who loved to fight. She was one of the many dragons born in this city but one of the few orphaned by Malefor himself during one of the raids. She was old enough to remember how it all happened, saw her parents murdered with her own eyes. She had no one anymore and swore to take down Malefor herself, she only wished Spyro hadn't have gotten there first. She was Amberite, the most skilled young earth dragon in the entire city.
The mole ran, out of breath, to Amberite and almost collapsed in front of her. She looked at him from the corner of her eye. "I'm busy right now. Malefor is bound to come back and this time I'm going to finish him off myself. Now that the purple dragon is gone I'm the next defense." She said as she kept her eyes on the horizon.
The mole stood tall, which wasn't very tall compared to Amberite, and held out the letter he had been given by Terrador. "You have been summoned by the Guardians."
She smiled.
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