I just wanna remind you that Thomas/Blizzard's last name was Smith before he no longer needed it.
Mrs. Smith had her head buried in her hands, she had been crying most of the day and had only just stopped. Her son and his friend had been missing for days now and still no trace of them had been found. They thought they might have just gotten lost when they failed to return on the first night but search parties had been sent out first thing the next morning. There was a knock on the door and Mrs. Smith literally leapt out of the chair she was seated in to answer it. But was dismayed to see it was her husband with a dismayed look in his eyes.
"Still nothing?" She asked sadly. Mr. Smith shook his head before entering the hotel room and sitting on their bed. He was also on the verge of tears over losing his son but dared not show his wife how hopeless he thought the situation to be.
"It had been three days of searching and neither the locals or the police had found anything." Mr. Smith almost choked over these words as they fell out of his mouth. His wife sat down next to him and put an arm around his waist, leaning her head against his shoulder. He clenched his fists as he thought of his sons chances.
'He's a smart boy. He would never trust a stranger, no matter what the reason. But he doesn't speak Russian so..' a whole number of scenarios when through his head as he tried to figure out what had happened. Mr. Smith looked at his wife who now had a tear running down her cheek.
'No, I have to find him. What ever the cost.' he put a hand on his wife's shoulder and pulled her into a rough embrace before standing up and grabbing his coat.
"Where are you going?" Mrs. Smith asked, not wanting to be alone.
"To find our son." He said blankly before opening the door.
"Not without me, I refuse to sit here like a child and hope for the best." his wife said defiantly as she grabbed her keys and pushed past him. Mr. Smith smiled and followed his wife out to the still frozen parking lot.
The Smiths drove along the icy streets, coming to a stop outside a small rundown shack with a light on inside.
"Wait here." Mr. Smith told his wife as he opened the car door. She watched as her husband knocked on the door to be open by a strange looking, rather tall man wearing shaded glasses.
"Have you seen this boy?" Mr. Smith asked the strange man in Russian. The man grinned, revealing his oddly pointed teeth. He began to reply in English.
"I have, but not in person." He replied with a smile. This confused Mr. Smith greatly.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked.
"All answers come with time, but I will give you this one. You will find you son in that direction." The man replied, pointing down the street.
"But at the same time you will not for he is there but not there." He continued, confusing Mr. Smith even further before shutting the door.
He stood there, puzzled by the mans riddled answer to a simple question. He turned around and walked back to the car.
"So, Did he know anything useful?" Mrs. Smith asked, noting the look of confusion on her husbands face.
"Well, sort of. Lets just keep going." He replied as he scratched his short hair. The man took off his shaded glasses and looked out the window to watch the car pull away. His reptilian eyes seemed to smile as the car disappeared into the whiteness of the light snow.
'This is... interesting' He thought as he walked over to his generator and put a hand on the power coil, sending a bolt of blue electricity through it.
'May there return end better than mine' he sat down in front of his heater to enjoy the warmth, thinking of the events he had experienced all those years ago.
Mrs. Smith once again stopped the car on the side of the road, but not to ask someone if they had seen her son. But because something lying half buried in the snow had caught her attention. Slamming the car door, she walked over to the object and picked it up to find it was Thomas's phone, frozen and out of power lying out the front of something that resembled a tool shed. She heard her husband exit the car and threw the phone to him.
"Well that would explain why he didn't answer our calls." She said.
"Yes, but that only brings up the question of why it is here." Mr. Smith looked up at the shed.
"Should we tell the search parties?" Mrs. Smith asked, standing up and walking over to the door.
"Not yet,we should search the area first." her husband replied. The couple headed into the building and shut the door behind them. Mr, Smith fumbled around in his pocket for a small flashlight and turned it on to reveal the room Thomas and Alex had left. He shined the flashlight across the floor to see a small square section of the floor not covered in dust.
"Basement?" Mrs. Smith asked. Mr. Smith handed her the torch before getting on his hands and knees and running his palm across the rather smooth wood. His finger hit a small crack and he tried to pry the boards open, failing that he knocked on the floor and waited for a reply. Failing to hear anything, he got back up and turned his attention to the number of shelves on the wall. He saw a few objects that had been moved from their original position, evident of the patches of slightly less dusty wood.
"He isn't here now, but it looks like he might have been." Mr. Smith said, as he pushed a pot further back towards the wall, hitting the small square button. He cried out in surprise as two things happened, the floor beneath him gave way and his wife grabbed onto the back of his coat. Mrs. Smith let out her own dry of surprise as her husbands weight pulled her into the hole in the floor, landing on top of him. Mr. Smith grunted as he not only collided with the hard floor but his wife landed on top of him. When his Mrs. Smith pulled herself to her feet, she apologized and looked up to the ceiling.
"Oh great, just one more thing to worry about." She complained as she failed to see any evidence of the hole they had just fallen through. Without getting up, her husband looked forward to see what (In the dragons time) saw all those weeks ago.
"Strange." He whispered, pushing himself off the floor, knocking his foot into some kind of ball. Turning to pick it up, he looked into the almost clear purple orb. His wife paid no attention to it as she was more interested in the place it came from up against the wall.
"Any idea what, hey!" Mr. Smith started to ask but she took the orb from his hand, walked over to the empty doorway and slotted it into the empty hole. Mrs. Smith gasped and took a step back as the portal yet again sparked to life.
"What did you do!" Mr. Smith yelled at his wife, not in anger but in fear.
"I-i don't know!" She shouted, letting go of the small torch that flew into the light. She screamed as the portal tugged at her clothes, pulling her across the floor. Her husband ran forward and clasped onto her hand but wasn't heavy or strong enough to stop her movement and was pulled in after her. He used his free hand to shield his eyes as the approaching light became unbearable. As the married couple disappeared, instead of fading out like it had the first two times, the portal began to flash as the orbs surrounding it all began to burst into tiny shards sending light all over the room. As the final orb destroyed itself, the the light in the doorway began to disperse, leaving the hidden room dark once more.
Sorry bout the delay, just started another fanfic. Spyro/halo crossover but with a twist. It isn't the chief or arbiter that meet with the two dragons.