Chapter 24: Night of the Assassin II

The assassin proceeded to strut down the red woven carpet, wearing his homemade cloak proudly. The entire crowd of dragons of all ages had already taken their seats and were watching Skorpion closely as he was the host of the meal, while he calmly, yet cautiously walked down the path marked by carpet. Skorpion sat beside Spyro and Cynder rather quickly, as he was a bit freaked-out by the staring of the over one-hundred dragons.

"Oh no, assassin, you sit at the head of the table today.", An elder told Skorpion as soon as he took his seat by the heroes, the only people he could actually stand.

Skorpion looked at the end of the table, the only seat in the house with a chair, though it was more of a throne. The assassin calmly stood up and approached his chair, the dragons still silently watching his every move. He sat down in the chair nervously. From the head of the table he noticed the order in which seating was in, The Guardians sat closely beside him, the elder dragons sat behind the Guardians, then Spyro and Cynder sat after the elders, and finally, all the common dragons sat in a random order behind the heroes.

"Well, what are we eating?", Skorpion asked, the nervousness of staring made him impatient, as he tapped the wooden table with his talon.

"Whatever you'd like, young boy.", Volteer stated, smiling to ease the assassin's tension.

"Well I'll take whatever you want, I hate picking.", Skorpion replied, looking directly down at the table. The room was silent, as they were listening to what Skorpion was to pick.

"Come on, lighten up, you act as if you've never sat at the head of a table before.", Volteer said, trying his hardest to ease Skorpion's stress.

"I haven't, I've sat beside who's at the head of a table before, but that's it.", Skorpion told, his words were the truth, as he was used to sitting to the right of Cynder during feasts after winning major battles.

"Really? Well I guess there is a first for everything.", Volteer attempted to make conversation to the best of his abilities to further calm the assassin.

Skorpion stopped, realizing that everyone had silenced themselves in order to listen to the conversation between the Electric Guardian and the assassin.

"Stop...being quiet!", Skorpion yelled, "Don't listen to what I'm saying!"

The dragons proceeded to talk among each other quietly, satisfying the assassin temporarily. This made him smile. as he felt a position of power, one that he hadn't felt in awhile.

"Oi, purple boy!", Skorpion called out to Spyro, who was talking to Cynder at the time of the commotion.

"Yeah?", Spyro replied, turning to look at the asking black dragon.

"What do you want to eat?", Skorpion asked, "I hate picking"

"Whatever you want, it's your feast, isn't it?", Spyro denied.

"Well, you wouldn't like what I'd pick to eat, or who I'd pick to eat for that matter.", The assassin snickered and winked at Cynder, who tried desperately to ignore him.

Skorpion looked up, noticing the crowd had quieted once more, and had heard exactly what he just said; he bowed his head in embarrassment.

"Why are you listening to me!", Skorpion yelled in anger at the respectfully silent horde.

"It's your night, Skorpion, they listen out of respect.", Terrador explained, trying to calm the pissed assassin.

"Well I don't like it.", The assassin stated.

"They don't really care if you like it or not.", Terrador grew annoyed at the picky dragon.

"So, are you people just going to stare at me and listen to my...sayings?", Skorpion jumped out of his seat and yelled out to the crowd.

The crowd replied with a scream of absolute silence, one that personally scared the hell out of the assassin.

"Okay...that's just scary.", Skorpion told, as he readjusted himself in the cushioned seat.

"I've decided what I want to eat", Spyro called, trying to get the attention of the embarrassed assassin in an attempt to be nice, a favor that he knew Skorpion wouldn't return.

"What is it then?", The assassin called back to the purple savior.

"Eh, how about some sheep?", Spyro replied.

"Yes, what he said.", Skorpion spoke to the listening crowed.

A random dragon stood up and walked towards an nearby exit in the back of the massive dining room to the much smaller kitchen in which the food was being prepared.

"I have power here, I like it.", Skorpion's face became shadowed in a plotting state as he put his front paws against each other.

"For tonight, at least.", Cyril replied.

"That's all I need.", Skorpion replied.

"First act of business, Spyro, get up here, sit with the elders, I need someone to talk to.", Skorpion commanded.

"What about me?", Cynder asked, not wanting to sit with people she didn't know.

"You can sit in my lap and see what pops up.", Skorpion smirked and cackled, before putting his paw over his mouth in remembrance that everyone was still listening to what he had to say.

Many of the elders sincerely laughed at this, as most of the dirty old perverts were just as bad as the assassin when it comes to such crude humor.

"Let me put this simply, hell no.", Cynder replied, a snarl on her face.

Spyro and Cynder reseated themselves across from each other once more, though this time they were close enough to touch the assassin.

"You guys wanna see a magic trick?", Skorpion asked the crowd of dragons at the table.

The dragons nodded their heads in both respect and interest, signalling a yes for the assassin.

"Watch this", Skorpion aimed his head up at the metal beams across the ceiling, he shot an electric-blue surge from his mouth at one of them, making static travel from beam-to-beam, electricity following. This made a loud crackling noise that sounded almost violent.

The older dragons watched peacefully, while the younger dragons stared in awe at the legendary assassin who had been bestowed the name The Angel of Death and they instantly realized how he got the name.

"Y'think that's cool?", The assassin laughed.

Skorpion turned into his shadow-death element and positioned himself, re-materializing onto the table without even causing the slightest disturbance in the many things on the long table. The little dragons' eyes widened in thought that the mythical dragon had just used a move that had possibly killed thousands of the strongest warriors in the past.

Skorpion walked back and forth across the table looking at all the people looking at him, the younger ones greeting him with a nervous smile, while the females of his age growled seductively at him, his 'bad-boy' persona apparently was attractive to some. He felt a position of power among the dragon, a position that made him feel alive once more.