Author's Notes: I own nothing except Klaxon, Crater, and Rift.
Nasuada, Corvo's design and Wala belong to HKGhost.
Prologue: War
Five Weeks After start of War against the Jackals...
Seven figures walked under the scorching desert sun, six feeling the effects of dehydration while the seventh...well...the heat seemed to encourage him but the overall mood was...depressing.
The one in the lead had his dragon wings wrapped around himself to shield his face from the harsh desert winds as sand blew at them. The heat didn't bother him one bit, because...he occasionally surfs lava. Klaxon looked behind him to make sure the others were keeping up to him. Malefor was behind him and was shielding his face with a wing while helping Nasuada along. Spyro and Cynder were behind him and helped the other along. Wala took up the rear as she helped Vibrador walk who was nearly unconscious due to his fur color not being that great for intense heat.
Five weeks ago, Warfang had fallen to the Jackals, most of the Ork army scattered and leaderless, any Dragon survivors from the siege also scattered and slowly hunted down.
"How much longer?" said Malefor to Klaxon.
"Give me a second..." said Klaxon pulling out a map.
"WE'RE LOST?!"
"Nope...we're here." said Klaxon moving out of the way and at the same time, the winds died down and a massive wall rose above them and a large wood-steel gate opened and they entered and a massive pool was the first thing they laid eyes on.
"Water! Water! HAHAHA!" laughed Vibrador charging the pool before he jumped into the water after discarding his axe, creating a big splash which got Wala soaking wet and her lion side hated it but she loved it due to the cooling sensation.
"You crazy howler!" snapped Wala playfully as she pulled the club off her back and used it to splash Vibrador.
"How was this place built?" said Malefor looking around as everyone except Klaxon cooled off.
"I built in two days, with some help from my allies which you WON'T meet." said Klaxon.
"Two days!?"
"Hey, super speed helps with construction. Along with heat resistance."
"This place is a perfect stronghold. I mean, the Jackals would have to cross 40 miles of desert to get here." said Spyro looking at the battlements of the place.
"How do you know its 40 miles?" said Malefor looking at Spyro.
"I counted."
"First, let's see if we can't get some more survivors here." said Klaxon and everyone agreed.
Meanwhile; Main Jackal City (If somebody can come up with a good name, please PM and don't be lazy about it!)...
A white-scaled 18-year-old dragon was curled in on himself, his ribs showing. He watched the passing Jackals with both alert and scared eyes. Whip marks, some fresh, some old, covered his back and a nasty scar started at the top of his head, went through his left eye, and stopped on the right side of his chest. His once bright purple eyes now dulled.
One of the guards threw a two day old slab of meat into his cell.
"Eat up freak." said the Jackal, apparently a new recruit which meant...an easy target.
A feral growl escaped his mouth.
"A tough guy eh? You won't be so tough when I come in there whelp." said the Jackal opening the cell door.
"What the fu-!" said the Jackal as the dragon suddenly transformed into a massive behemoth and grabbed him by the throat and half of his chest before he could react.
*Bones Breaking*
*Flesh Ripping*
The mutilated upper body of the Jackal then hits the camera and slides down, leaving a bloody trail as it slides down.
*Enraged Roar*
"The Prisoner's escaped! Stop him!" yelled a Jackal Captain grabbing a double-staffed cattle prod-like weapon.
*BZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTT!*
*Feral Growl*
"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH-!"
*Bones Breaking*
*BZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTT!*
*Pained Roar*
Blood splatters against the limestone rock as a massive shadow falls upon being overwhelmed by five Jackals.
*Pained whimper*
"Shut up freak!"
*BBBBZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTT!*
*Pained scream*
END CHAPTER
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