Me- Okay so here is chapter 4.
Cynder- Late as usual.
Me- I was busy. Plus, working on four stories at once isn't easy.
Spyro- These people want to read the story not listen to you argue.
Me- I don't own the Spyro Franchise. (If I did, I wouldn't be making Skylanders.) I only own my own characters.
Me- And by the way. Thanks to the kindness of Riverstyxx, she has let me use one of her characters in my story. Virtual cookies if you guess which one.
Everyone- On with the show.
"So what do we do now?" Asked Schmitt, looking at the Guardians.
"We can't do anything." Said Terrador. "We don't know where Siverna has gone."
"So we play the waiting game." Said Taylor.
"Correct." Volteer replied. "If were lucky, or should I say unlucky, she will return. and then we can help Spyro to defeat her."
"What?" Asked everyone together.
Volteer sighed. "In the legends, it says that a purple dragon defeated Herotine. It stands to reason, that Spyro could resist the spell books magic and defeat her."
"Why didn't I think of that." Said Cyril in utter annoyance that Volteer had beaten him to the answer.
Volteer just smiled, which enraged Cyril even more. But before Cyril could try anything Terrador spoke up.
"Well, the best we can do now is prepare the city for another siege. If we know anything from experience, she'll be back, and in force."
As Cyril began to rattle of a list of things that needed improvement around Warfang a thought suddenly hit Taylor.
"Can you guys excuse me for a few minutes?" He asked. "I'm going to take some food for our new arrivals."
"Why?" Asked Terrador. "They're still unconscious."
"If they wake up, i'm pretty sure they'll be hungry." Taylor explained.
"Mind if I come along?" asked Cynder.
"Sure." Said Taylor. "You go down the the kitchen, i'll catch up with you." She nodded and left the room.
Taylor turned and unslung his rifle, he then loaded 5 fresh rounds in. He wasn't going to take any chances.
He slung the rifle back on his back and proceeded to follow Cynder out the door. He caught up with her at the kitchen counter where she was carefully balancing a tray, with three platters of food on it, between her wings.
"You ready?" He asked.
"Yes." She responded. "They just need to make one more. I'll go ahead."
Taylor nodded and took her place at the counter. Cynder left the room with the tray precariously balanced on her back. About a minute later Taylor followed with a fourth tray.
"Now which room was it?" Thought Cynder as she walked down the corridor looking for the right room. She silently counted the doors. "8, 9, 10 ,11 are here we go. 12." She thought. She carefully pushed open the door and walked in. The fire in the room had long gone out so it was quite dark.
She walked over to a small table and carefully slid the tray onto it. She turned to leave when she heard a small noise. She turned and something hurtled out of the darkness and seized her by the neck. She then felt cold steel against her throat.
About a minute before.
Strife, groaned slightly as he awoke. The first thing he realized was that he was not in the pain he though he should be in. Slowly the memories began to flood back. "The plane, We crashed, where am I." He thought.
He realized he was in a comfortable bed. It was to dark for him to actually see what kind of a room he was in but he guessed it was a big one. He felt around for his weapons. His Luger and MP-44 were gone but he still had his sword attached to his belt.
At that moment the door to the room opened and Strife saw the most incredible thing he had ever seen. A small black dragon walked into the room and deposited something on a small table he had failed to notice. He decide to get answers now rather than later.
He carefully drew his sword under the bed blanket and prepared to dive on it. But the dragon heard this and turned to look at him. "Now or never." he thought, lunging at the dragon and grabbing it by the neck in a choke hold. He then brought the sword up and placed it against its neck, but before he could make another move he felt something cold and round and metallic get pressed to the side of his head.
"Drop the sword." Said Taylor as he aimed his loaded rifle at the other humans head. He didn't want to shoot him but would if he had too. Strife slowly loosened his grip on the sword and let it fall to the floor. "Now let her go." Taylor commanded and Strife released his grip on Cynder. She moved to stand next to Taylor.
Strife turned to look at his captor. The first thing he noticed was the British patch on his sleeve. "Your British?" He asked.
"Yes." Said Taylor. "6th airborne."
"Where are we, and who are you?" Strife asked in confusion.
"I am not the one to be explaining this." Said Taylor. "We should wait until your friends wake up."
"All three of us are awake." Said a voice from the dark with an American accent.
"Ja." Said a voice with a German accent. "Don't you know its not good to wake a scientist when he is sleeping."
Three more soldiers emerged from the shadows. One wore a uniform similar to the first except with an Australian patch on one sleeve, the next with a German officers uniform complete with visor cap an the third wore an American uniform.
"Cynder can you fetch the others?" Asked Taylor.
Cynder nodded and left. "Was I the only one who just saw a dragon?" Asked the Australian.
"Your eyes do not deceive you my friend." Said Taylor. "Mind if I light the fire. It's quite chilly in here." Strife nodded and Taylor clicked his fingers. A small flame appeared and he hurled it like a small comet into the fireplace. The left over wood flared up quickly. Taylor added some fresh wood and then turned back to the others.
"So you can do it to." Said Strife.
"What?" Asked Taylor.
"You can control fire." Said Strife.
"Yes. Said Taylor. "Can you?"
"Something like that." Said Strife. He clenched his palm and opened it, revealing a small flicker of black fire. He quickly extinguished it. "All three of us can."
"So were not the only ones." Said Taylor quietly.
"What do you mean, "only ones?" Asked Strife.
At that moment the door opened and in walked the three Guardians, followed by Schmitt, Barlow, Spyro, Cynder and Starfire.
"Ah so you four are awake." Said Terrador.
Taylor then spoke up. "Ah good. Gentlemen I would like to introduce you to the Guardians. They are the wardens of this city."
"I am Terrador. Guardian of Earth and unofficial leader of the Guardians."
"I am Cyril. Guardian of Ice."
"And I am Volteer. Guardian of Electricity and I must say its a pleasure to meet your acquaintance." The four new humans nodded.
"I'm Spyro and the Dragoness you attacked is my mate, Cynder." Strife smiled apologetically."
"My name is James Taylor, 6th Airborne.
"Clint Barlow, 82nd Airborne."
"Wolfgang Schmitt, 183rd artillery devision."
The four humans saluted towards each as they said their names.
"I guess its our turn now." Said Strife.
"My name is Steele Strife. 1st AEC company."
"I'm Shane Cook. 1st AEC company."
"Dean Huey. 1st AEC company."
"What is this AEC company." Asked Taylor.
"AEC stands for Allied Elemental Company."
"They can do what we can do." Said Taylor to the others.
Terrador got the meaning. "Who is the forth member of your company."
They all looked at the German officer. "A prisoner we found during a raid on German territory."
"My name is Lieutenant Vernon Schlesinger. I work for the Reich's science devision."
They all nodded in greeting but Schlesinger continued. "Forgive me for interrupting the greetings, but did you secure all the cargo from our plane."
"Everything we could find." Said Terrador.
Schlesinger sighed. "Thank God. There is some dangerous stuff in there."
"Actually." Began Strife. "I threw one of the crates overboard."
The German scientist rounded on him. "What did it look like?" He asked in alarm.
"It was so big." Said Strife raising his arms to roughly the size of the crate. "With a Reich eagle painted on the side.
"You fool." Shouted Schlesinger.
"What? What was in it?" Asked Taylor.
The German scientist fixed him with a glare. "Classified."
That was it for Strife. He seized the German by his collar and backed him up against the wall. No one moved to stop him.
"Listen here Kraut. I don't like the way your talking about this crate of yours. Either you tell me what was in it or I will shoot you right now."
The German tried to say something but Strife put a hand on one of his Lugers.
Schlesinger sighed. "I guess I should start from the beginning. In 43. The Fuhrer realized that the Russian Army was going to eventually overrun our defenses. We began to look for more, inventive ways of winning the war. By early 44, we had developed a prototype of a weapon that could have changed the face of the war. It was codenamed the Sturmwaffe, which literally translates as Storm Weapon."
"The weapon fires a high intensity beam into the earths core. Once that is done we could, in theory, cause a massive earthquake in any part of the world. On its lowest setting it could do no more than level a building. If the thing was to overload, It could potentially destroy the planet."
There was stunned silence in the room. Schlesinger continued.
"The crate also contained a manual with instructions on how to build every kind of tank the third Reich has managed to create. Its destination was a new factory complex in Berlin. However it is written in code and so we don't have to worry about that."
"So." Terrador slowly began. "We have to find that weapon."
"No." Said Taylor. "You need to stay here and prepare the city. We may be at war again soon."
"And what will you do?" Asked Terrador.
"I'm gonna take Strife, Cook, Huey and the others and go out and find that missing weapon. Spyro, Cynder and Starfire can come along."
"Sounds like a plan." Said Cyril.
"What about me." Asked Schlesinger
"You stay here." Said Taylor. "If we do get invaded we can make use of those weapons that came in the plane with us."
"With your permission Terrador, I would like Schlesinger to train a unit in the use of our weapons."
"Thats a good idea." Said Cyril. "Your weapons will give us the upper hand in any conflict."
"It is decided then." Said Terrador. "Tomorrow, you will depart on your mission to find this doomsday device. For tonight we will find you temporary accommodation in the temple."
"There welcome to stay with us." Said Taylor. "We each have a large room so we could easily fit one or two more."
"Okay." Said Strife. "I'll go with Taylor, Cook you go with Schmitt and Huey and Schlesinger will go with Barlow."
"Lets get some rack." Said Barlow with a yawn.
The group separated and headed to their separate rooms not knowing what kind of hell they would be facing the next day.
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