Chapter 9 Dragonheart
Dark clouds began to drift above the heads of the travelers. A green dragon, carrying a black dragon on his back. A dark purple dragoness, walking next to a purple dragon. The purple dragon was , better known as Spyro was looking around all the time, searching for shelter. They had been walking for 5 hours now, and the storm was coming closer every moment. The first rain drops began to fall, when the green dragon, better known as Wulfilla, spotted the big Walls of the capital city for the dragon population.
Warfang.
The city had once been the most beautiful and biggest city of the whole planet. At least, that was what the mole's said. They had always been very proud about the city, and now it laid in ruins. Still, there were guards in front of the gate the led right in the city. Many mole's and dragons were rebuilding the city, but they began to go away, seeking shelter for the incoming storm. Wulfilla stopped walking at the edge of the woods , not entering the clearing that laid before the walls of the magnificent city. Spyro and Cynder copied this act, and they stopped next to the green dragon. "We have to remain unseen. The house of the person I told you about lays against the east wall. We will have to sneak until we arrive." he said. Spyro gave him a questioning look.
" There are no guards at this point , and we have to be fast to avoid the storm." After gaining an evil glare from Cynder , he added " And our patient over here needs help really fast. " Kel was hanging down on Wulfilla's back. He had collapsed after 2 hours of walking, his wounds getting the better of him. Cynder had walked behind Wulfilla the whole time since then, looking over Kel. Spyro turned his head back at the green healer. " Can't we just go in a faster way? " he asked. Wulfilla wanted to answer negatively, but his words were lost in the loud boom followed with a lightning bold, rain pouring down on them.
The storm had started. All three dragons lifted their arms above their heads in a futile attempt to shield themselves from the rain. It looked like this convinced the green dragon , because he began to run in the direction of the east defense wall around the city. After some minutes , they saw a small , simple building made against the outside of the east wall. It looked so tiny in comparing to the big walls of Warfang, and Cynder really doubted that they would all fit inside the little structure, but this was not the moment nor the place to complain. When they reached the door of the house, Wulfilla didn't even bothered to knock. They just knocked the door open, breaking the lock system. The four dragons fell inside the house in one big pile of Scales and claws.
After shaking her head to push away the pain from the abrupt fall, Cynder looked around. There were two doors, one leading to outside, now destroyed thanks to them. A second door was in the left wall. She was surprised to see that this house could harvest more room than one. It looked larger from the inside. The home was filled with gadgets like staffs, Indian like jewels and many, many bottles of colorful substance's. She looked at the bottles , reading the words ' body paint' on them. Her surprise became only bigger when something happened. Cynder's ears began to pick up a weird noise. After some time, she recognized it as the sound she was so familiar with.
It was the sound of crying.
No, wailing was a better word. The dragon who was making that sound was experiencing some tuff times. The sound came from behind the door on her left. She looked at the door, walking to it. She lifted her paw to open the way to the source of the sound, but her paw was stopped by a green hand. She looked up at the owner of the appendage, Wulfilla. He shook his head, saying " I think it's my job to introduce us to our host. I have met her before and she will only listen to me. Maybe you and Spyro can put Kel on the ground and prepare him for a medical treatment."
Cynder wanted to protest, but after seeing Wulfilla's pleading look in his eyes, she gave in. She turned around , walking over to the center of the house were Spyro stood next to the unconscious Kel. Before she sat down however, she looked back at the door just at the moment that Wulfilla walked inside.
The room behind the door was too dark to see something , so Cynder fixed her concentration back to Kel. She and Spyro began to place the black dragon at a bed like structure that was placed against the wall opposite of the front door. The bed was not the usual stone decorated with some soft materials, like the most dragons had. This bed was a wooden structure, decorated with weird symbols and drawings showing animals, dragons and snakes. Not examining it further, Spyro and Cynder laid the black dragon dawn on the bed.
The wood cracked beneath his weight, but it kept standing. Having finished their job, the two dragons laid themselves dawn on the ground next to the bed. The floor was covered with a soft fluffy material and the walls were decorated with beautiful wood carvings and decorations. Spyro his eyes fell upon the symbol of a dragon that was eating his own tail. This caused the dragon to bend in a circular way. In the middle of the circle , was the depiction of a bird of some sort. Beneath it were words written in a language he didn't understood. There thoughts were interrupted when they heard a loud bang. Their heads turned to the closed the door, now opened.
In the opening stood a large , jet black dragoness. Her scales were all black. Underbelly, wings tail, just everything. She was far larger than Cynder, Spyro or even the guardians. It looked almost a miracle that she even fitted in this house. She could have been incredibly beautiful, if it hadn't been for the large and dangerous spikes that covered most of her body and the fact that her eyes saw red from the crying she had done.
The dark green horns on her head were all set in a crown like manner, coming together on top of her head, forming a Mohawk of horns on her head until they met the many spikes that covered her body.. Combine that with the furious expression on her face, and you get a good looking yet angry dragoness. One that could crush Spyro without even looking. Her teary eyes looked down on Spyro and Cynder, showing the yellow iris of her eyes. There was silence for one second, until she began to shout.
" GOD FUCKING WULFILLA. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THAT I DON'T WANT TO ANY PEOPLE INSIDE OF MY HOME? DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING ELSE BETWEEN YOUR EARS THAN SHIT?" she screamed with a hysterical voice, looking dawn on the sighing green dragon behind her.
"Irene, please its only….." he tried to say , but the dragoness named Irene interrupted him. " DON'T YOU DARE TO TALK TO Me. YOU HAVE ALREADY DONE ENOUGH DAMAGE IN MY LIFE." Her teary yellow eyes were now fixated on Wulfilla. The green dragon now whore a look of strictness.
" Don't talk to me like that. You, and only you are to blame for you situation. And would you please stop making a scene. I don't think that my friends over here are very comfortable around a big, shouting dragoness." Irene gave him a dead glare, but she nodded eventually, looking like she just remembered the reason behind her situation, whatever it was. She lowered her head in shame, now seeing the black dragon that laid on her bed.
Her eyes widened in shock and she began to mumble." B….b..but that's the son of …." But before she could say another word, Wulfilla kicked her against her head. Her eyes meet his , clearly talking without a word. The message from the green dragons eyes was clear. Shut up, before you make the situation worse. Irene stopped talking, now looking at Spyro and Cynder . Her eyes became big again when she spotted Spyro. She looked back and Wulfilla and gave him a small nod of understanding. Spyro and Cynder were frowning deeply, not understanding the things that happened in front of their eyes.
Nothing happened for some time until Wulfilla asked " Irene, could you bring some red gems, and some medical equipment's. I need to cure this black dragon over here." The black dragoness only nodded slowly, still looking ashamed. She turned around , returning some minutes later with red gems and a bag filled with scalpels and other things. Wulfilla began to prepare himself and Kel for the operation. Before he began , he turned his head to Irene. With one gesture of his paw, he sended here to the room next to this one. She obeyed, gesturing to Spyro and Cynder to follow her. They followed, after some hesitation. When they entered the room, it was as dark as the night. But out of nowhere , some weird orbs hanging from the ceiling began to give a weird yellow light around the room. It gabe the room a cozy appearance. Just as the other room, this one decorated with drawnings and decoration.
This one however were far more simplistic, and there were no animals between the art pieces. The only you could see were symbols, symbols, and even more symbols. There were big sacks filled with water laying against the walls. Irene laid dawn on one, using it as a waterbed. Spyro and Cynder went to the sacks on the opposite side of the one were Irene was laying, not really trusting the black dragoness. She saw it however , and her eyes went more sad then they already were. " I don't know why you are here and its none of my business either, but could you please tell me watch is going on?" she asked. Spyro shook his head immediately.
" We are really sorry, but I ,think that it would only be normal that you would explain your whole scene first." He demanded, getting another glare from Cynder for being rude. Irene however only sighed. " I guess I have to tell you then. I will not tell you everything. I still need my privacy , you know. But right, here it comes." after sighing deep for the second time, she began to tell." Wulfilla and I know each other for a long time. It all started in a region far away from here, on the edge of Avalar…."
I just couldn't help myself. I had to post this before my exams began, and here it is. Made in only two day's , it can feel a little bit rushed but here it is. And I am proud of it. This chapter is called ' dragonheart' after the song from the band 'numenor' . Thanks for reading my story. Reviews are always welcome, but I would like it more if you would just follow or favorit the story. Until the next time, see ya. Now I will be gone for two weeks. For real this time( I hate school.)
