Chapter 11: 18 and life. warning:this chapter contains content that belongs to the canon universe . If you dont like it, dont read it. Flames will be used to warm my over used brain.
Next to the wall of Warfang was a small house. Normally, it only had one inhabitant, but today it had a total of six people inside. They had restarted their eating, now the business from the person on their door was dealt with. Kel had suggested to bring Vercingetorix back to his home, but the dragon had replied by hanging its head down in sadness. It was a sore spot apparently, and Kel let it be. Now, they were eating their meals in peace. It was dark outside, indicating that it was late.
Spyro saw this and said " Maybe we have to go to sleep. It was a hard day after all." Cynder and Irene nodded, but Kel didn't wanted to go to sleep already. He had the feeling that he knew nothing about the other people in this room, and it bothered him really hard. He had never been a social person, but still. It felt wrong to know nothing about the people that had cared for him since he had landed in this world. And somewhere in his head , he knew that he had heard the names 'Spyro' and ' Cynder' before.
He didn't knew where are why, but he had heard it before. A picture of him in a videogame shop passed on his mind, but he shrugged it away. Still, he wanted to know their backstory. Desperately. Wulfilla had spotted the look on Kels face, the black dragons idea displayed over his whole face. The green dragon chuckled a little before he spoke up.
" I think our mute black friend wants to say something." Kel looked at the green dragon, stress clearly visible in his eyes. But the healer gave him a reassuring look, a wide smile on his face. Kel swallowed loudly, before he turned to the other dragons at the room who were all looking at him, expecting something. Slowly , he opened his mouth " Spyro and Cynder, would you two mind it if I asked some questions?" The two said dragons looked at each other before Cynder nodded with a smile on her face. Spyro didn't looked so happy though, but he gave permission anyway. Kel nodded back, asking the question that travelled through his head. " Would you two mind if I asked what your backstory is? " he asked again. Again, both dragons nodded.
And so , they began their story. Kel didn't dared to interrupt. He listened the whole time, taking every bit of the story inside his head. When the dragons ended their story, Kel couldn't stop himself to ask one question.
"Who is Malefor?"
The tension in the room began to top in a matter of seconds. Spyro his face hardened and Cynder's face became scared. Vercingetorix whimpered and tried to cover himself with his leaf like wings. Irene looked away, not wanting to show her reaction on this matter. The only one who didn't reacted at all , was Wulfilla. He just kept whistling a happy tune, clearly ignoring the situation in the room. " He…..he is the most disgusting, horrible, monstrous peace of filth that ever wandered on this earth." Cynder said slowly, hate hearable in her voice. Irene shifted around uncomfortably.
After some silence, Spyro added, " He is a being that deserves the most horrible and torturous death a hundred times." After another silent moment , Wulfilla couched loudly .Well, well. Now we have taken care of that, we can't start on another subject right? Spyro and Cynder, thanks for telling us your back story. You already heard the backstory of Irene and I will tell mine next, but before I do that, I would like to hear the one of our little friend here." He said , gesturing to Vercingetorix. Kel had the feeling that Wulfilla had skipped him on perpose and one look on the green dragons face proved that it was the case. Wulfilla gave him a lighting fast wink, before he returned his attention to the wooden dragon. " Come on? I think everyone her is really thrilled to hear your story." He said.
The small dragon looked around , before he lowered his head and began to talk in a slow monotone voice. " I am Vercingetorix , son of the ice dragon Valeria Messalina and the leader of the Garanic dragon tribe ,the earth dragon Germanicus. My tribe is a group a hundred dragons who travel through Avalar and all the other dragon lands, searching for food and shelter. When I was born, a second egg came out. My twin, the fire electric dragon ,Ambiorix. From the moment we could talk, it was already clear that Ambiorix was smarter than me. He had the intelligence from my father and the slyness of my mother. He was a genius , understanding the basics of math on an age when most dragons have difficulties to talk. He was a master tactic, beating all of my father's supervisors. When we turned eight, it was clear that he was my parents favorite.
My mother adored him in every way, even going as far to almost kill my father to make Ambiorix our new chief. But my dad kept believing in me. On nights that my mother had kicked me to a bloody pulp for not getting my math right, my father was there to care for me and heal my wounds. He promised me that I was better than my brother. He told me that he didn't took Ambiorix as his supervisor because he was too cruel and to egocentric. He only cared about himself and personal glory. That lasted until one day, we met another tribe somewhere around Warfang. They were friendly and they wanted to do business with us so we could benefit on both sides. But my brother would have none of that. He murdered the leader of the other tribe , declaring war. We totally murdered the other tribe. My father saw what a monster his son had become, and he took me away. Together we took shelter inside of Warfang, hiding for my own brother and mother.
My father tried to get enough money to send me too the school inside of the dragon temple , but his plans were ruined when Valeria , my mother , showed up. She stole his money and used it to send Ambiorix to school instead. When my father refused to pay, she became angry and began to claw at my father. My father defended himself and …..he…..he…..it was an accident…." Vercingetorix said, his voice shaking with emotions. Cynder , crying from listening to the story, moved her paw over to the small dragon but he pushed her away. " HE KILLED THE FUCKING BITCH. HE TOTALLY SLAUGHTERED THAT WHORE WHO DARED TO CALL HERSELF MY MOTHER. SHE WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A DISGUSTING ABOMINATION,JUST LIKE THAT STUPID SON OF HER. I HATE HER. " he screamed while collapsing on the ground .
" I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER." He kept screaming while lying on the ground, tears rolling down his cheeks , his body shivering from hate and sadness. After some minutes of sobbing , he controlled himself and he finished his story." My father was arrested and he was imprisoned for life. I was left alone, no one here to care for me. Before she died, my mother had laughed at my father, proudly admitting that they had lost the war with the other tribe. The Garanic tribe didn't exist anymore.
And then after some much loss , there was the fear dragon Bathanatos. He took me as his adopted son and he introduced me to his cult , ' the voice of destiny.' Knowing the life of a tribe, I easily fitted in the ranks of the cult. For the first time , I felt like I belonged somewhere. He cared for me and gave me a home, but after some time, he began to get cold around me, and he wanted me to do his dirty work. I didn't liked it , and he said that I had to get at least twenty new cult members in one week. Otherwise I would be out casted. In panic of losing my new family again, I accepted. And now I am here." He said , ending his tale. Everyone was silent in the room.
Stunned.
The one word that described the feeling that everyone had.
And the surprise was only bigger when no other than Irene walked over to the little Verce to grab him in a motherly hug tears streaming out of her eyes. " Oh, you poor thing. Please , forgive me for being so rude against you. I….I…didn't knew." She stuttered. Vercingetorix only nodded, his eyes closed. Kel could swear that he could hear Spyro whisper to Cynder " Wasn't Bathanatos one of Malefor's generals next to you?" Cynder nodded slowly. Kel could only look at the ground.
His heart felt really heavy after hearing such a tragic life story. He looked over to Wulfilla, expecting to see the healer in sadness, but the green dragon was still happy , whistling his troubles away. Minutes passed this way before Wulfilla said." Well, always nice too whistle a good song. ' the dawn ' from 'Dreamtale' . Really good tune. What do you think Verce? Do you like good songs?" the dragon asked, totally ignoring the obvious sadness of the wooden lizard. Vercingetorix looked at him, stunned.
But slowly, oh so slowly, a smile crept on his face. The happy and carefree attitude from this dragon could even lift the heaviest burned on the world, and it had succeeded again. The wooden dragon sniffed his tears away, a smile on his face. " Thank you healer, that really helped." He said, voice still shaking from emotion. " The name is Wulfilla, and thanks accepted ." The healer said, bowing in front of Verce, who was still in the embrace of Irene. Kel had a small feeling that this whole happing was just one big act that Wulfilla was pulling off, but if the he was really covering his sadness to cheer Verce up, than he was a really good hearted dragon. And a good actor too. The heavy tension in the room had disappeared, replaced with a surprisingly lightened mood. " Well, let's keep the other stories for another day. I think it's time that we go to sleep.
" Wulfilla said . Everyone nodded, but Kel was wondering again why the green dragon had avoided Kels backstory. Did he knew something? Was he trying to help Kel? He really didn't knew. Everyone curled up on their water beds, trying to sleep.
Kel began to close his eyes , sleep overpowering him.
A knock was heard on the door.
A second later the door broke dawn.
A big fire red dragon leaped at Cynder, grabbing her neck in his paw. The dragon had a blue symbol on his shoulder in the form of a scale.
It was the symbol of justice.
The symbol of the law.
Kel's stomach turned around.
" Terror of the skies. In name of the guardians, I arrested you for the murder on innocent dragons and other beings alike."
Before anyone could do something, a white powder flew into the room. Their eyelids became heavy.
Sleep was winning and slowly, they all fell dawn, unconscious .
The last thing Kel heard was the crazy laugh coming from the red dragon, followed by the F word , coming from Spyro.
"Yep, you are right Spyro." Kel thought.
"We are officially fucked."
This chapter was a whole pain in the ass to get out, but I am happy to say that the whole filler thing is over. From now on, the real story will start. All the other chapters before this one were making a background to work with in later chapters. Also, I want to say that This story will get a little bit weirder and unconventional from this point on, but it wont be to drastic. This chapter is called after the depressing song ' 18 and life' from the not so awesome band'Skid row'. I was listening to it while making this chapter, and my mood dropped within a second. Anyway, R&R( I still like favorites more.) See ya.
