We Play These Games

Chapter Eight: Dark Omens

Her room was absolutely marvelous! It was painted purple, with golden curtains and bed sheets. The throw pillows were peach in color, matching her wings.

"Doesn't look perfect!? They matched the hues just right!" Tina looked at Xander. He nodded, still staring at the dens beauty.

"And my room's just down the the hall!" He added.

"That's wonderful!" She exclaimed, bounding around her new den.

"Why don't you get yourself situated, and I'll go. I'm going to help with the banquet." Xander told her, and padded out of the room.

Tina sprinted after him, saying "I'll help too, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all." He told her, smiling warmly.

They encountered Spyro, Cynder, Flame, and Sparx on their way to the feast.

"Hi!" Said Flame, and Cynder's eyes lit up.

Tina and Xander said "Hi" back and moved over to them.

Xander went over to Spyro and Flame, while Tina hung around Cynder. The group chatted amongst themselves, then Cynder drew Tina away from the group, especially Sparx, she made sure of that.

"So, how do you like Xander? You've been talking to him an awful lot, lately. Do you like him? Are you mates yet?"

Tina said defensively "No!" And blushed.

"Alright, I was just wondering, I hope I wasn't barging in on your personal business." Cynder told her, and walked calmly away, leaving her alone. Tina sighed with relief, then turned to the group. Her eyes rested on Xander, soaking in every detail of his form. His dark red streaks, horns, tail spike, and wing frame. His muscles rippled underneath his pitch black scales, that were the perfect background for the amber stripes. Before running over to Xander's side, she turned around to see Cliff, Marigold, and River pacing down the hallway with Ember. Ember was ungracefully hobbling on her feet, leaning over on River for extra support. She was wrapped in thick bandages, and one of her claws was ripped out.

Tina thought Well, that's what she gets for messing with Spyro and Cynder. Especially their love.

That was when she sprinted back to Xander. By the time she arrived, they were already heading through a door, that led to a room she hadn't seen before.

"This is the feast hall. Actually, it's more like a party hall! The only time I recall having a feast, is when Spyro and I were at Avalar, and that was pretty much it." Cynder told Tina.

"That's a bit odd, since you're heroes. I'd at least expect someone dying for you to come to a feast of theirs!" She told the ebony she-dragon.

The gang padded towards the middle of the room, to where the Guardians were bickering.

"Shouldn't we do something the young dragons like? We should have a party, not a boring banquet!" The ice dragon Cyril was arguing with Volteer over a party or feast.

Volteer regained himself and told him "We always have parties when you're the one who's to pop in the conversation with the planner! It should be a feast, it's more proper and less wild!"

Terrador moved from his place at the corner of the ballroom, and simply said, "Why don't we let the young ones choose what they would like to do. It's up to them, after all."

Cyril seemed delighted by that, "Yes, yes, let them choose, Volteer! Let's see if they want prim and proper, or a good, fun time!"

"Well?" Volteer turned to them, "What do you choose?"

Cliff, Marigold, River, and Ember came in soon enough to know what they were talking about, so they all said "Party!" But not as loud as Ember.

The second group, however, also said "Party" but not as crazy as the other group. They said it in a more civilized way than the others, especially Ember.

"So," Cyril put the debate in end "Party it is!"

Volteer growled, and then turned around to plan a party. Out of all the noise and randomness, a voice that only Tina could hear vibrated in her mind.

"Be wary of the one you trust the most" It said.

Tina's first reaction was to look at Xander in horror. The one you trust the most.

Immediately she said "I'm not feeling well. I'll be in my room if you need me."

Xander was the first to say "Ok" then the rest slowly nodded their heads.

Trying to seem sick, she awkwardly walked out if the room. When she walked by the group behind Spyro and Cynder, Ember hissed at Tina. Tina just scratched her with her tail spike, and walked away, through the door. When she was out of eye shot, Tina dashed down the corridors, stayed far away from passing dragons, and pranced into her den, locking the door behind herself.

Tina closed her eyes and thought. Why am I purple? Do I have to be special? Can't I move on?Why won't you help me?!

She channeled her whole mind to her ancestors, hoping for an answer, better yet, by the Chronicler. She let herself be taken over by sleep, wanting no one to bother her or awaken her. She wanted a place where she would not stand out from the crowd, where no one would look at her differently. Her head turned dark, and she felt dizzy. She really did feel sick, so the darkness took advantage of that and covered her in black. The present day, reality, was gone, and her body calmed and floated into a deep sleep, as deep as it could be. In her dreams, she saw two dragons side-by-side. One looked like a dragoness, who's element was the mighty fire. The other was a dragon, and he was teal-blue, Tina assumed, the Chronicler. Both of the dragons looked similar to each other, in form. They walked towards herself, their pattern of walking was beautiful, perfect, without any flaws. She sat down and the dragons were just a horn length away.


So, yeah, that was my chapter. If you have any questions or concerns about my story, please, do personal message me! I have a couple of shout outs to give at the end of the story! Review about the stories positives, and if you don't like any thing, give me a message. I wish you good omens, everyone!

There's A Party In My Tummy,

BVB Warrior