Also, thought I'd put the disclaimer in again, I do not own American Dragon; Jake Long or any of its characters. They belong to Disney Channel. I only own the characters I made up:D
Chapter 7: The Plan UnfoldsIt was the night. Everything they'd been planning for was about to be tested. Were the traps set right? Did they have the bait ready? Everything had to be perfect for such a night.
"Shhh! Nigel! Be quiet!" Cathan whispered as he dragged his brother to keep up. He and very few other cadets had been chosen to come to New York City to aid the older warriors. He and Nigel were lucky to be there, especially Nigel, only being a level one cadet. No way was he going to have Nigel mess things up.
They followed the group silently through central park, to a hidden pond, where two tribes of pixies were splashing happily in the moonlight. These were the Gente Piccola and the Paix tribes, two who got along famously. "Perfect." Patron murmured, peeking through a large bush. "We shall now run a test. Hand me the box, number 7 45." A young man handed him the rusty old box, from which Patron withdrew the ancient amulet. He pointed it at the pixies and whispered "Mit som, herne tu contrele!" As he repeated the strange words, a red light began to glow from the center of the amulet. Soon enough, the light grew and shone upon the pixies. Blank expressions came over their faces as they all stared at the light, mystified. As soon as it had started, the light disappeared. The Pixies stared around and at each other. Suddenly, they started arguing, which led to fighting. They're eyes filled with rage. These once peaceful allies were full out fighting as though they'd been at war for years. Tiny shirts ripped, teeth bit, wings fluttered furiously. "Excellent." Patron said. "Now, the second test." He held the amulet out again and said, "lem peasen te nestred."
At that, the pixies ceased all fighting, their eyes returning to normal. They stared in shock at each other's state. Bruises, bloody scratches, and black eyes decorated their tiny bodies. One even had a semi-torn wing. "What..what happened?" One of them cried. "I haven't any idea. I was just playing Marco Polo here, next thing I know, a piece of your shirt is in my hand and I'm covered in bruises!" They all were dumbfounded, desperately asking others if they knew what had occurred. All the while, Patron watched with a triumphant smile on his face. "My brethren, the ancient amulet worked! Now, we have control over every wretched beast that breathes magic! Together, we'll turn them all against another!" The crowd silently laughed. However, Cathan didn't feel right. He'd seen the fighting. Father on son, daughter on mother, friend on friend, even brother on brother. Why did he feel this way? Never had he felt such guilt. They were destroying lives. These creatures weren't just pictures in textbooks, they were living breathing individuals. "Cathan, what's wrong?" Nigel asked. Cathan looked at him suddenly. "Uh, nothing, I'm fine." No way could Cathan let anyone know how he felt. He'd always dreamed of this. Guilt wasn't going to ruin this. "Lets move out, we shall continue in other areas around the city." Patron commanded. And the crowd did so, Cathan and Nigel bringing up the rear. Nigel skipped happily along, but Cathan still felt weird. He glanced back at the pixies. Several were bandaging the one's wing, while others talked, hugged friends and family, and kept asking questions. Cathan shook his head. "I must keep my mind on the mission, or else I'll blow my only chance to graduate!" He told himself firmly, but he couldn't help but watch them until they were out of sight.