Author's Note:

Hello all, sorry it took forever, I've been working and such. This was technically written about 2-3 weeks ago, but I'm one of those types that nitpicks at every detail. So happy new year to everyone here at Fanfiction, and this is my newest chapter in the story The Feral One. Let us begin...

Chapter 4: Interrogation

Spyro and Cidoc made their way back to the camp, dragging the unconscious green dragon along with them on a crudely made sled slung around Cidoc's middle. Cidoc was ecstatic that they had finally caught the dragon they had been after for months and had barely let Spyro alone to his thoughts on the way back. "So, how'd you find him? And why is his leg like that?" Spyro shrugged a bit as they walked, his dizziness was gone and he was feeling back to his old self, although a bit bruised. "I don't think I would of found him if he hadn't of been injured, I heard a sound and there he was.

So I followed him to th-" Cidoc stopped him short, "Wait a second... You tracked him? I mean, you followed him and he never noticed you were there?" Cidoc looked at the purple dragon in a new sense of awe. Then his expression changed to one of concern "How exactly then, if you followed him, did he get the drop on you?" Spyro's face changed to one of annoyance and they continued walking on in silence "... I let my guard down, I wasn't expecting him to be so fast when hurt, and he fights... Weird." Spyro began looking back at the dragon "I felt sorry for him..." he looked at Cidoc who's face was a mix of confusion and more confusion "You're the only dragon I know that can show mercy at an enemy like that.".

Passing by a broken tree, they changed direction. "But even still I can see why they call you the purple dragon of legend, you gave him one hell of a fight" he grinned, and Spyro grinned back a bit, but continued to watch the green dragon behind them. Spyro had patched up the green dragon with his limited knowledge on first-aid, courtesy of the temple's education. As he gazed at the wrappings on unconscious figure, he felt some sense of pride at retaining some of the knowledge that Volteer had drilled into his head. Glancing further, he looked at the bindings holding the green dragon's feet together tightly, but not to the point to make it extremely uncomfortable. Spyro looked back to Cidoc as they walked by some oddly shaped rocks. "He certainly seems at home in here"

They continued treading on for what seemed like hours, but eventually they reached the camp where their journey had begun. Cidoc unslung the sled from his back and tied one of the bindings to a post by the campfire ring. When he saw Spyro's questioning looks, he simply said "I'm just being safe okay? I don't want him going anywhere the second we take our eyes off of him" with that Spyro nodded, it made sense since they were the only ones in the area. He sat down next to the campfire ring and snorted "Well, if you want to wash the mud off of your scales, go ahead, I'll stand watch, then you can do the same for me.". Spyro nodded his thanks and proceeded to wash himself of the mud and grime off of his scales. The cold water felt amazing and helped relieve him of some aching he felt. When he finished up he walked over and sat across from Cidoc, noticing that a small fire was taking place.

"You can go wash up Cidoc, I'll watch him, I don't think he's going anywhere." Spyro said, not taking his eyes off of the fire. The outdoors was great and all, but he really wished for some sleep and relaxing back at the temple, Cynder and him had been running around for ages doing errands for the Guardians as they had handled the temple's affairs, which was now becoming swamped with younger dragons and refugees. He thought back to the days of training with the Guardians and how everything had trained, he thought for a second about Ignitus, but shook himself from that thought as quickly as it had come in. Spyro added some wood to the fire, and it started to increase in size and heat. Just then he noticed movement on the sled, for a second he thought he was imagining it, but then it was there again, the green dragon was stirring a small amount, which meant that they would have to watch him extra carefully. "Great, just what we need."

The green dragon moved more and snorted, and made to what Spyro sounded like a small hoarse whimper when it tried moving it's wing. Suddenly it opened it's eye and looked around without shifting it's head while analyzing the situation before it, then it's eye found Spyro and focused. Finding it could only move it's tail it growled slightly and lifted it's head to look at the bindings. Spyro stood up, but as soon as he did, the green dragon looked straight at him and snarled. Cidoc immediately ran over to them both, stumbling out of the creek soak and wet "I see he's up pretty quick, how come you didn't tell me?" Spyro responded still watching the other dragon "Because he just woke up a few seconds ago.".

Cidoc shook himself a bit and walked over to the green dragon "Well, maybe it can tell us why the hell it's attacki-" the green dragon snapped at Cidoc's feet, who now completely surprised, jumped back and stumbled, right onto the fire which gave a long lick to his right flank. Tears in his eyes, Cidoc screamed and half-barrel rolled onto the opposite side of the fire, rolling on the ground. "OW! OW! OWOWOWOWOWOW!" he yelled, and Spyro couldn't help but bursting into laughter at Cidoc's folly, who now was in the creek and yelling obscenities at the green dragon. "Fucking animal he is! That fucking hurt! OW!" Spyro just cracked up even more and then realizing how stupid he sounded, Cidoc started chuckling as well until he started laughing with Spyro. Then another laughter joined in with theirs, only a small chuckle, which made them both stop, it was the green dragon.

Cidoc forgot about his pain and what was funny at the moment, as did Spyro, they both looked straight at the green dragon who now seemed to be chuckling with laughter at Cidoc. The grayish-green dragon then became very annoyed "Stupid green lizard... Can't wait for the rest of the scouts to come here tomorrow and deal with it." Just then the green dragon stopped laughing and glared at Cidoc and spouted coldly "I am he, shits-for-brains.". The whole camp went silent for a minute, but it could've been a thousand years for all that mattered in Spyro's mind. The purple dragon stood up and bluntly stated the obvious "You spoke!" to which the green dragon rolled it's eyes in a mock shocked expression "You spoke too!". Spyro ignored the comment and pressed "Why didn't you speak before?" The dragon simply looked at Spyro calmly "You stalk me, was not time for words".

Cidoc finally managed to get his jaw off the ground "Oh, so now you speak? You couldn't speak to anyone else before this mess? Just attack us and disappear?" adding a bit of spite to his voice as he went further "So how come whenever we found you, you never once said a word? But you attacked us instead." the green dragon took a few seconds to digest the information thrown at him and thought for several more and answered "I not attack, you attack me, I have no words for you." Spyro looked at the dragon curiously "What's your name?" The green dragon looked at him with a muddled expression as if trying to understand what he meant. Spyro rephrased the question "What, do others call you?" The dragon thought for a second more and answered with something that sounded of foreign dialect "Tyǽstystuїm" Spyro hesitated on this and looked at Cidoc with a confused look who answered "I'm not going to even try to say that or my tongue might fall out of my mouth.".

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Well, that's the end of chapter 4, which is longer than the first ones, and to be honest, this is much better written now that I'm shaking off the dust and cobwebs. The nest chapters will progressively get longer as the story becomes easier for me to mend together. We'll see what happens with Tyǽstystuїm when the other scouts come to the camp.