What up peoplezez
I know it's a little early to be posting anything related to Christmas, but for me the Christmas season starts early simply because my birthday's like a month beforehand. Plus I need something to do while I figure out how to go on with Dragon's Soul, so that brings us to where we are now.
Enjoy
The snow season had always been a big thing in the Dragon Realms. Once the snow started falling, everyone had gotten into the seasonal mood. In Warfang, only one thing came to mind when snow came around: the ice festival. Every inhabitant was either setting the city up for the festival or spending time with their families. Now that the war against Malefor and peace had returned, everyone was looking forward to having the festival back after who knows how long.
Everyone, that is, except for the former Guardians Terrador, Volteer, and Cyril.
Ever since they stepped down as Guardians, the old dragons had assumed that their human replacements, in particular Blaze, would stem the prank thing and be more focused on getting closer together to prepare for when the new Dragon Temple was complete. Unfortunately, they were only half right. While it was true that they were getting friendlier with each passing day, they had gotten bored over the fact that there was hardly anything to do while they waited for the Temple to be completed. This led to them helping Blaze prank people around Warfang on a regular basis, and since the house was meant to be Guardian only and they had to move out into new houses, they were unable to keep up with them. While the citizens dismissed their antics as a 'human thing', Terrador and the others couldn't help but wonder if they had something special planned for the festival.
When the day of the festival did arrive, they were mildly surprised that the new Guardians seemed to be towing the line for once. After a brief speech by Glacis to start the festival, which was customary for the ice Guardian to do, the four of them went off somewhere and haven't been heard from since. This suited Terrador and the others just fine as they made their way through the festival, greeting citizens and taking in what the festival had to offer.
"I say, this is a nice change of pace chaps," Cyril said.
"I agree," Volteer said. "It's nice to have a calm, peaceful sereneā¦"
"We get the point Volteer," Terrador said. "It's good that Blaze and his friends are not doing one of their pranks and just doing something constructive around the city for once".
"Who's doing something around the city?" a voice asked behind them.
Turning around, Terrador and the others saw Sparx was floating right behind them. He was carrying a beverage in one hand and had a confused look on his face.
"Oh, hello Sparx," Terrador said. "We were just taking in the fact that Blaze and his friends have yet to do any sort of prank today".
"Whoa, whoa, wait, the big bad Blaze and his friends are yet to pull some sort of prank today?" Sparx asked.
"Yes, that's right," Terrador said.
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"OK, I've been here fifteen seconds and I find that really odd," Sparx said.
"What do you mean?" Cyril asked. "You of all people said it would be nice if Blaze would tone down the pranks a little bit".
"Yeah but I just don't see it happening like this," Sparx said. "I know Blaze and there's no way he'd willingly stop pranking people out of the blue like that. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a festival to try and enjoy".
With that, Sparx flew past on his way to enjoy more of the festival, leaving Terrador and the others to ponder what the dragonfly had said. Despite his usual narcissistic attitude, Sparx did have a point. There was no way Blaze would just stop doing all of his pranks without letting someone know first. Now that they've had time to digest this, the dragons realized they could be planning something after all.
Worried, the dragons proceeded to check every inch of the city to find the new Guardians. They decided to start with their houses simply because they were the few places that the humans would hang out most often at. While the Terrador, Volteer, and Guardian houses didn't turn up anything remotely prank worthy, it was Cyril's house that garnered their attention. An assortment of cheetahs, moles, and small dragons were lined up outside the slightly opened front door. Managing to make their way through the crowd and inside, they saw something completely shocking: the main staircase had been completely covered in snow and Jolt was standing on the ledge, skis in tow, while the others were standing on the sidelines.
"What are you doing?" all three of them asked at the same time.
"We're skiing," Blaze called down.
"This is my house," Cyril said. "How can you guys do something like this?"
"Because we can," Blaze said. "Jolt".
"Yeah?" Jolt asked.
"Give us a ten," Blaze said.
Before the dragons could stop him, Jolt jumped off the ledge and onto the slope. He didn't manage to stick the landing too well so he ended up crashing through the front door and into the crowd standing outside it. Somehow, he managed to right himself up in no time at all before turning his attention to the crowd.
"Who wants to hit the slope?" he said.
This got a raucous cheer from the crowd as they went inside to try the slope. Blaze, Glacis, and Rumble began shelling out skies, snowboards, and sleighs to their 'customers' once Jolt got back up while Terrador, Cyril, and Volteer, after nearly half an hour trying to get everyone to leave, gave up and just stuck around to make sure things didn't get out of control. The idea quickly turned into a new thing for the festival as more people began making their way over to try the ramp as time went on. Eventually, their antics got the attention of Spyro and Cynder, who were alerted to what was going on when Sparx told them there was something interesting going on at Cyril's house.
"What's going on?" Spyro asked.
"Blaze and his friends made some sort of slope out of my staircase," Cyril said. "Somehow their prank turned into a new event for the festival".
"Hmm... sounds fun," Cynder said. "I think I might want to try this".
"Oh, not you too," Cyril said.
However, given the hype that the makeshift slope had accumulated, there was nothing Cyril could do to stop it. So Cynder, with Spyro in tow after taking a few minutes to get him to share a sleigh with her, made her way up to take their turn.
"You're sure you want to go through with this?" Glacis asked.
"Oh course," Spyro said. "The whole point of this festival was so people can have fun".
"All right, let's give it a whirl then," Rumble said.
With a shove, Glacis and Rumble pushed the two dragons off for their ride. Unfortunately they forgot that Blaze had rode with a younger dragon because she was too scared to go it alone so they ended up plowing into him on the way down.
"Are you all right Blaze?" Terrador asked.
"Ugh, I think so." Blaze said as he readjusted the sunglasses he was wearing.
"How can you still have your glasses on?" Cynder gawked.
"Because... I get paid to do it," Blaze laughed. "I'm a professional".
This got some major laughs out of the crowd. Terrador, Volteer, and Cyril rolled their eyes and left the house, intending on salvaging as much of the remaining time of the festival as they could.
Well, this certainly was fun
R&R, plz
NITRO PSYCHO OUT!
