Forgotten Heritage: Fire


"Flame."

"Yeah dad?"

"We need to talk," Ignitus began gesturing to his son Flame to sit across the pool of visions.

It had been roughly one month since the war had passed. Warfang was repaired to its former glory and Ignitus was named chronicler.

"Is something wrong?" Flame asked noticing the uneasiness in his father.

"Flame there's something I've been hiding from you for a long time, and now, considering the circumstances, you should have the right to know," Flame's curiosity was piqued as he saw his father reluctantly take in a deep breath then mutter.

"You are not my only son," Ignitus looked at his son. He cringed at the sight of Flame, who looked as though he had just been slapped in the face. The two were silent for a long time.

"W…what?" Flame finally managed, his voice faltering; Ignitus sighed.

"It was many years ago, you were still an egg at the time when you two were separated. Malefor's forces were closing in on the grotto. I had meant to send you away as well, but I didn't have the time to send all of you away,"

"All?" Flame asked.

"The other guardian's children, all still eggs at the time," a painful silence fell over the two.

"What's his name?"

"What?"

"His name, what is it?" Flame asked, practically demanding.

"I never named him. I haven't even considered anything,"

"How old is he?"

"Fifteen, a year younger than you,"

"And you're telling me now?" Flame practically yelled the final part of his statement, making Ignitus flinched.

KNOCK KNOCK

The door to the room creaked open loudly. The dragon who had opened was Volteer.

"Ignitus, have you told young Flame of his kin?" Volteer asked. To which Ignitus brought his paw to his face with a groan 'Impeccable timing.'

"Oh, he knows too? And the others do I take it?" Flame stood growling, finally dashing out of the room, brushing past Volteer hastily. Volteer watched as Flame ran down the hallway and slam the door to his room shut. Volteer turned back to Ignitus, who had stood up and was leaving the room.

"Oh my, I'm sorry Ignitus," Volteer said hanging his head low. Ignitus walked past him.

"No, it's all right; this is my fault to begin with."

KNOCK KNOCK

KNOCK KNOCK

"Go away!"

"Flame please let me in," Ignitus insisted. He could hear Flame walking away from the door.

"Flame there's a reason why I never told you," despite no response, Ignitus continued.

"If I had told you during the war and we didn't make it, you would've never of seen him. You would've been crushed. Sending him away was harder for me than you could imagine. The other guardians and I made a promise, we would seek them out."

Still no answer.

"I hope you'll understand," Ignitus said walking away from the door.

CREAK

Ignitus turned around to see Flame peering out of the door, tearstains in his eyes.

"Do you…do you think I could see him too?" Flame asked smiling a little. Making Ignitus smile himself.

"Of course you can."

"Are you sure that's him father?" Flame asked Ignitus in an excited tone, clearly warming up to the idea of having a brother. They were looking through the pool of visions, watching someone in the wavy waters.

"I'm certain that's him," Ignitus said "You're brother and my lost son." Ignitus handed Flame a note "Like we planned," Ignitus winked. Flame nodded as a portal appeared behind him, to which he went through.

On their sight was a human boy named Spencer. He had medium long brown hair and brown eyes. His mind was racing a mile a minute as he tried to imagine what he could of done to possibly be called down to the office. He was never there considering he was a quiet kid who stayed out of the way.

"Why would I be called down to the office?" He questioned himself while walking down the hallway. He was a sophomore in high school. Fifteen years old, soon to be sixteen years old. "I haven't done anything wrong…I don't think. Oh god what if I got blamed for that stupid fight between my friends that ended up getting that one guy kid sent to the hospital. Christ sakes I was only watching. I…okay calm down, if you look guilty, they'll destroy you. Just try to act natural," Spencer said picking up his pace, sweating and breathing quickly "I'm dead."

He opened the wooden door to the main office it was pretty small room for a large school. He quietly walked up to the secretary and stood there. It took her a minute before she looked and grouchily asked for a name. He said his name innocently, she didn't seem to notice.

"There's a note here for you from your father." Spencer was curious. His dad was always busy during the day with work. How did he find time to come here?

He picked up the paper and was surprised it didn't fall apart. It looked hundreds of years old. The writing looked even older. It was a neat, formal kind of cursive.

"This can't be from my dad." He said to the secretary.

"That's what the guy who dropped it off said. Take it or leave it," He put the note in his pocket before leaving the office.

"He took the note!" Flame proclaimed excitedly as he jumped out of the portal, landing with a skid. "Now what?" The blue figure simply chuckled as the first portal closed and a second one opened behind him.

"Now, we visit him."


S.i.V: So I should explain myself...

A...fallout occured and I ultimately decided to just and up and leave, taking everything with me. I realize that action wasn't proper of me and I wish to apoligize. I'll be reuploading everything.