The True Neolin Chronicles

by Water Guardian 26

When a vary influential Dragon is nearly erased from history, he must race to rewrite his book with the help of the Chronicler. He refuses to fade from existence. He is the son of Malefor, and this is his side of history. This story was written as a gift for Seeraphine on deviantart, based on her comic, go check it out :)

14. Chapter 14

Disclaimer: Orinaucien and Frillisean belongs to Seeraphine. I don't own anything Spyro related that can and will appear in this story.

Frillisean sighed as she read another report from the spies that infiltrated the city. With a puff of flame, the report was set ablaze. The news that Orinaucien was held captive at Seafang was bad enough, but the fact they can't find him is even worse.

Sanchez rushed into Frillisean's private tent, heavily bandaged, "Sir! I had to take an unscheduled trip to the medical tent. Apparently the apes wised-up and started throwing mines out into the Sea."

Frillisean spun around and gasped, "Sanchez! Are you alright?"

Sanchez chuckled, "-Ow! I guess it only hurts when I laugh... Oh! I have knews from the front, the Bird is in the Library."

Frillisean glared at him, as if not amused, "This really isn't the time for code..."

Sanchez rolled his eyes, "I know that. I'm serious, the Great bird is in the Library."

Frillisean smiled and kissed him on the cheek, "That's the greatest news I've heard in the last three years."

Sanchez nodded, "I know... I wonder when-"

Just then the camp was abuzz with loud shouts and praises. Bewildered Frillisean stepped out of her tent, followed sluggishly by Sanchez.

"Attention!" she shouted as the legions saluted her, "What is with this commotion?"

One Soldier bowed before her, "Ship is landing just outside of the city's boundaries. The Commander has returned."

Frillisean smiled, "I knew he'd be here sooner or later. Cortez!"

Cortez rushed up to her and stood at attention, "Sir! Yes, Sir!"

Frillisean sighed with relief, "Bring a team to aid Aren's debriefing of the liberated. I'm sure they'd all appreciate the rest."

"Yes Sir!"

Frillisean chuckled as Cortez made a mad dash for the barracks, "Some things never change... And for the rest of you, Armor up! Seafang will be ours..."

She raised a claw high into the air for emphasis, "TONIGHT!"

A Roar of applause swept through the camp once more. Satisfied with herself, Frillisean walked back into her tent and requested Sanchez's help strapping on her golden armor.