Chapter 8: Revelations

"It's kind of cool that animals can talk now."

This sentence came from the throat of a little red dragoness. She was speaking to a dark furred llama as they sat in the cave that Kane and his people had provided for the little dragoness and her family.

The llama laughed lightly. "We are not just animals, young one," he said, "but can our kind not speak in the world you came from?"

"No," answered the dragoness as her red scaled mom walked into the cave after thanking Kane again for all that he was doing for them. "They don't speak the same language anyways. They make different sounds. Like cats meow and dogs bark. I don't know what sound llamas make."

The llama smiled. "Well," he said thoughtfully, "maybe it is something like a humming?"

"A humming?" questioned the dragoness.

"Well, considering that there are stories of canine, or dog, tribes in this world that talk about them actually barking in war, whether it be for code or to intimidate, maybe we llamas, too, can make the same sound as the ones from the world you came from. For some reason, the sounds that we sometimes use for code came to my mind. They sound kind of like this:" the llama closed his mouth and made something like an "Hmmmgh" sound.

"I don't know," shrugged the dragoness, "I don't think I've ever heard the sound a llama makes. They weren't around where we were."

The llama smiled and shrugged. He liked this little dragoness.

"You'll have to excuse my daughter," spoke the mom as she walked over, "She's still getting used to this world."

"It is okay," said the llama, "I am enjoying our talk." He looked to the mother fire dragoness as the father black ice dragon joined them. "How is it, again, that you think you arrived?"

The mother explained. "I think that my son, Gavin is his name, found the way. We weren't with him when he did, and as you can see he didn't arrive in the same place as us, but however he got here must have worked on us as well."

The llama thought a moment. "Is it possible that it didn't bring him?" he questioned.

The dragoness sighed and looked to her husband.

The black ice dragon spoke, "We have wondered that and believe that it is possible, but we like to think that it did and deposited him somewhere else. If Gavin didn't find the way, then we hope that whatever force brought us brought him too."

"I miss him," piped the little dragoness at the llama's side.

The llama turned to her and spoke in a caring and reassuring tone, "Don't worry. By what you say about him, I am sure that wherever he is he is okay." The llama smiled and looked her in the eye. "Think this way: the sooner you learn to fly, the quicker you can look for him. Learn with such motivation."

The young dragoness smiled.

"I should be going," said the llama as he stood up, "It appears that Kane and the others have left me. If I don't see you again before I leave, I wish you farewell and good luck in finding your son." He began walking out of the cave.

"Before you leave," said the mother dragoness.

The llama turned around. "Yes?"

"What is your name?"

"Oh, my apologies," said the llama, "my name is Alt."

"Well, Alt," said the father dragon, "if we don't see you again before we leave; goodbye and thank you."

Alt smiled, bowed his head, turned around, and left the cave.

Gavin floated in a black void. He had no wounds and felt no pain from the battle like he should have. Was he dead?

"I apologize," came a wise voice.

No, Gavin realized, with some déjà vu, that he wasn't dead. The Chronicler, Ignitus, was communicating with him.

Ignitus continued, "There was no need for you to stand on any ground, and I feared that having the unnecessary would weaken our connection. Simply having you float is sufficient since I only need to speak with you."

"Okay," Gavin said, "What about?"

"Several things," said Ignitus, "First, I have found the rest of your story and must say that the world you came from is an intriguing one. The book of your beginnings, however, was located in a whole other library that I did not know existed. It appears that each Chronicler must discover two libraries for his or herself. They are libraries that contain the chronicles of the human world and chronicles concerning both. It also turns out that the Chronicler is much more than thought to be, but there is much to that and I must continue. I will say that your books have been combined and put into the middle library from which I have found the books of your mother, father, and other sister; and have looked at two others."

Gavin's mind was already exploding, he didn't know whether to question about his family or the "two others". Suddenly he felt slightly conscious, as if he was waking up. He heard the voice of a female saying, "Is there one in there?"

"Gavin, Gavin!" came Ignitus's voice, "Focus on my words, focus on my voice. With the dark power blocking my communication abilities, I need your help to maintain the connection. Now focus, I have more that I must say."

"Sorry, sorry," said Gavin as he focused on Ignitus.

"The two others that I speak of you are most likely to meet soon. Your family is fine and within this world. They are currently at Tall Plains being aided by the Atlawa. Do not worry about them.

"Another thing that is of concern is the story of Vinesca appearing in the Valley of Avalar. I was wrong when I told you that Vinesca had no reason for appearing there. Vinesca did have a reason for appearing in the Valley. I studied the story more from here in the library and learned that the warrior the Village sent had done many wrongs to others, but had made them hold their tongues by instilling them with fear. When he was teleported away by Vinesca, however, those whom he had done wrong to took their chance and spoke up about his evil to who was the chief of the Village at that time. When the warrior returned, he was made to pay for his crimes."

Gavin spoke, "I already know why Vinesca appeared for me, it was calling me home."

"That may be one reason that it appeared for you," said Ignitus, "but your family was brought to Tall Plains without ever stepping near the Vinesca crystal, and something caused you and your parents to disappear in the first place. Gavin, there are higher powers at work. Everything that has happened is falling into place like pieces to a puzzle, and things that we thought we knew are proving to be different."

Gavin felt consciousness again. The connection between him and Ignitus was fading.

"Oohhh," Ignitus gave a groaning sigh, "There is so much that must be said. So much that must be learned, but there is little time. Do not speak, just listen. As I have said, the Chronicler, my role, is much more than it was thought to be. I am not only to chronicle the times…"

Consciousness brushed Gavin again.

"Focus, young dragon, focus! There was more to the prophecies than we thought. I came across what had been lost here in the library. What was lost was lost because it was believed to truly be gibberish, to either be truly mad writing or simply be a spin, that made no sense, off of the other prophecies. However, things that are spoken of in these writings are suddenly making sense, proving to fall into place. Gavin, the war with Malefor may be over, but a new one has begun. I believe that the true enemy of this war is the one who is blocking my communication with some dark power of his. I also believe that he is blocking my ability to discover his identity. The war that this enemy has brought is one that is going to have many twists; one that has much more at stake."

"More?" spoke Gavin, forgetting what Ignitus had commanded about not speaking and only listening, "From the sound of things, it's still the whole world."

"No," Ignitus corrected, "It is two worlds."

If anyone could have seen them, Gavin's eyes bugged. "What?" The connection faltered once more. Gavin lost feeling in his body.

"The connection is almost broken," Ignitus hurried, "There is much more that I must explain. Gavin, you and your group must seek me out. Spyro knows the way. Do not falter, you are to lead many friends and allies."

With that, the connection broke.

Author's Blurb: A bit of a shorter chapter, but...uhh...what?

~Stick With Me~