The quality of a leader is reflected in the standards they set for themselves.
Ray Kroc
Brian's POV
I got up and stretched my tail and wings. As I opened the door I saw the gray dragoness and Amber down the hall talking. Amber and I traded a simple nod before I left to find the guardians and explain to them what has recently happened. The only one I found was Volteer in the library trying to decode something.
I tapped on the door causing the elder to look up.
"Ah,Brian Come in, come in." Volteer invited me as he closed the book.
"Thank you sir, I need to talked to you about something." I began before Volteer beat me to it.
"Yes, we know about the dark master young dragon, we heard your whole argument." Volteer told me,"Though I must ask you two things Brian for Warfang's safety." I nodded, "I understand." I replied.
"Most importantly: Is the dark master still in your mind?" Volteer asked me. I took a deep breath, where to start?
"Yes, and no." I replied. I explained to him how I outwitted Malefor and separated him from his power. When Malefor escaped when I knocked myself out he was still severed from his power, so he left it behind without knowing. And now that power was inside me, granting me the ability to reverse any form of dark magic.
"Intriguing. . ." Volteer thought out loud, I nodded my head in agreement. "My second question is a bit personal, Malefor said you felt satisfied in killing, is that true?" Volteer asked me.
"Only once," I answered, Volteer looked at me surprised. "It happened a few months before I entered the dragon realms . . ."
-Flashback start-
It was just another day in the wild, untamed, jungle. I was cleaning my rifle as the rest of the rangers did various tasks around the camp. I just finished cleaning the bolt and closed it when Dixon drove back to camp in a jeep that we "obtained" during an attack on a smuggler's ring a few weeks back.
"Alright boys listen up," Dixon addressed us as he got out, "Just got word from the States, "Classified" intelligence reports have stated that a terrorist had flead to this area. And we've been hired to take him out." he explained.
"What's the catch?" Jim asked, big governments never asked us to do something unless there was something they didn't tell us.
"Our target is wanted for smuggling, doing business on the black market, slavery, nine car bombs, assassinations,and a serial killer known as "The Butcher" Dixon explained, "But the biggest one is this: he is holding the entire gulf of mexico hostage with a supply of long range missiles."
A long pause followed before we started gathering our needed weapons and ammo. I grabbed my M24 sniper rifle and my Beretta M9 and about 100 rounds each.
Even though I only need done to do the job
Several hours later. . .
I had a good shooting platform in a bushy tree overlooking the enemy's camp. Looking through my scope I searched for my target. Instead I saw one of his goons put on thermal goggles and look towards me. Nice trick, but I have a trick of my own. I lowered my head down onto the branch and took control of my breathing and body heat. I pretty much fell asleep in the tree.
It took years of practice but I've been able to lower my heart rate and body temperature and be utterly impossible to find. Protecting me from an otherwise lethal weakness to snipers: thermal imaging.
When I woke up I again looked through the scope and easily ID the target. He fit the description alright,right down to a bloodied cleaver hanging at his side. He read a piece of paper before throwing it into the fire pit, now only he knew the firing codes. and walked over to a laptop to enter them. he began talking to a camera, surely broadcasting to the world his love for bloodshed. I turned the safety off on my rifle and took control of my breathing. No wind or environmental factors present that would affect my shot. with the crosshairs zeroed in on his brain I waited for the perfect moment. The butcher finished talking as he picked up the laptop. I gave the trigger a nice gentle tug, 270 yards, the butcher was dead before he'd even hear the gunshot.
The rangers stormed the camp and proceeded to disarm the missiles.
All caught on live international tv too.
-Flashback ends-
"It wasn't that I was satisfied with killing the butcher because he was human, but more because I stopped him from doing," I sighed, "more hideous things." I finished explaining when I heard Cynder walk into the library behind me.
"Hello Cynder." I greeted her as got up and stretched again,
"And hello to both of you," Cynder greeted back as she pulled three books up onto Volteer's desk, "A new bookstore opened up near the market, I thought these two would make good additions to your library and this one I got for Amber" Cynder explained as Volteer skimmed the books real quickly.
"Good picks Cynder, these will no doubt see their fair share of use." Volteer commented his approval as he placed the two books onto a shelf.
"Is that all you wanted to speak to me about young dragon?" Volteer asked me, I thought for a moment about our conversation. There was only one thing that I didn't understand.
"No sir, I would like to know something." I replied, "When Malefor and I argued how did you hear him? Was he talking in my voice or something?" I asked the guardian of lightning.
"I, I really don't know young one, I haven't thought about that. We just heard his voice." The blue and yellow elder admitted. The doors behind me opened again and I echoed to Identify three dragons joining us: Spyro, Amber, and wait. Cynder? But she was right in front of me!