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Chapter 10:
Facade
Flame strode down the paved streets of Warfang; cool, evening breezes lightly brushing against his orange hued scales. Various shops and stalls were lining the crowded avenues, creatures from all over the known world currently haggling and scurrying about like a busy bee hive.
The central portion of the street was kept constantly open for those simply passing through, but one side step to his left or right and he'd quickly find himself swept up in a tidal wave of embroiled business goers. So many voices rose upward into the free air, forming an intense symphony of clashing melodies.
Thanks to his position as head of the Academy, most recognized and respected his authority, but such a massive city was always prone to behavioral degradation. Various individuals, mostly members of the Alliance, saluted him as he strode past. Others not of his organization would offer up simple nods or winks. He returned each gesture in kind, offering up small smiles here and there to help sooth any ruffled mentalities. It was critical to always appear in control while mingling with the general public.
A city such as this was like a living, breathing creature. It needed attention and constant supervision. Morale was also critical – as the most silly of rumors could easily spread and cause more damage then they were always worth. Beyond that, Warfang served as an economic hub for the entire world, so one false rumbling would quickly spread even further to the lands far beyond.
He turned his amber eyes to the left, noticing an immense wooden sign hanging from an iron rod just above. The image of several ale mugs had been carved into the board – along with several highly stylized letters which in turn spelled out: Orion's Delve.
Flame snickered to himself before proceeding towards the worn entrance, several patrons moving aside as he drew closer. He took mental note of the stumbles and hiccups issued freely from most of them. This was the most popular tavern in the city, and he'd spent many sleepless nights having to investigate various arguments and fights that stemmed from within her bowels.
He quickly found himself engulfed by a diverse gathering of dragons, cheetahs, moles and even the odd lion. These were the most common species in this part of the world, and each had a certain quirk that made them "special" when it came to ego management.
A heavy grunt broke from his snout as he felt an inebriated feline slide one of his lanky arms around his neck, hanging off Flame with a delightfully mad visage about his features. His paw was barely gripping the half-empty tankard of boos, the smell of his breath causing Flame to recoil fiercely.
"Whhy … I know youz … arntz you … heh …"
"I'm sorry but we've never met, and I'd say that you've chugged your last mug for the evening." smirked Flame before quickly snatching the utensil away from the staggering cheetah, flustered snarls crawling forth in retort.
"What … WHATTT! Common … freaking dragonz always, hugh … ruinin ourz fun.." he stammered in response before practically falling backwards, several other cheetahs breaking out in raucous laughter as their companion collapsed into a depressing heap.
Flame just sighed and rubbed his nose before turning his snout away, remembering why exactly he was here. The drake received several looks of disapproval from several patrons and bar hoppers, the sight of his sturdy armor always dampening the spirits of such "care-free" installations.
He reached the edge of a lengthy bar counter, many stools and chairs occupied by creatures of a smaller design. Dragons were far too big for this section, but there were many other rooms and chambers that were designed to cater to their design. The tavern was at least four stories high, and the aroma from whatever concoctions being consumed within stretched far beyond the walls for nearly a mile.
Flame placed one of his paws on the counter, eyes darting back and forth between several lions and moles that he was currently dividing. Out of the corner of his vision he also made out the most unusual customer.
The lupine creature was holed up in one of the far corners of the room, a heavy cloak resting upon his shoulders and various furred pelts were plastered against his lithe body. His muzzle and ears remained free of confine and he was toying with a silver coin in his grip, sliding it over his knuckles smoothly.
Flame couldn't help but raise one brow, as it was most uncommon to see wolves so far south, especially since any diplomatic outreach to them had unfortunately achieve nothing. Perhaps he was just a common trader - or possibly he was on the run. These were the types of observations and questions Flame could spend all day asking himself in this place.
"Well well … if it isn't Master Flame."
The orange drake folded his golden wings tightly, eyes turning back to ironically find a hefty wolf gazing back at him. Flame just smiled before tapping one claw against the counter, the lions to his immediate right observing him constantly.
"Good evening, Orion … nice to see business booming per the usual."
The lupine released a haughty laugh before slapping a cloth down on the counter, his heavy frame leaning in closer as he did so.
"Aye … that it is. I have to say, this is most likely the busiest we've been since the Savior's Feast a few months ago. I've already had to call your guards at least a dozen times this evening!"
Flame nodded curtly before brushing his snout with a paw. "I heard, so I decided to make a personal appearance. Should help calm things down for awhile at the very least. Changing guard shifts can already be problematic without the drunkards. "
The wolf nodded in amusement before sliding one paw through his thick, gray hair. Flame looked down at him and took a short breath.
"I suppose I'll have my usual … have to make this trip worth it."
Orion eyed him before snickering, quickly turning around and grasping several large mugs that were lining the wall behind him. Many vast kegs were also bolted in similar positions. Flame was always impressed that the place hadn't been completely ransacked due to how much liquor Orion stashed away.
The wolf was one of the few exceptions to his species. Flame had never met one of his kind before being assigned to the Academy, though he'd heard plenty of stories. Most wolves were solitary or pack oriented individuals, the latter being far more common. Ones that struck out on their own were exceedingly rare, but almost always had good reasoning for doing so.
Since being in command of the garrison, Flame had come to know the vocal proprietor well. His lupine ears were always catching valuable tidbits of information, which he seemed more then content to divulge so long as it helped keep his business stable. Orion was advanced in years for his kind, Flame could only guess that he was upwards of fifty – as his graying pelt indicated.
"So, I take it you're not just here for fancy appearances or a warm mug of ale then, yes?" asked the canine jovially while still preparing the drink.
Flame gazed back at him before releasing a small exhale. "Well, I suppose it would only be right to inspect the foundations."
Orion froze for a very brief moment, his tail wavering back and forth as he turned back, having prepared a drink for himself as well. A light smile was upon his features.
"Is that so? Well then, I shall be happy to oblige. Just give me a minute to find Phobos."
Flame nodded lightly as Orion set down the two mixtures before him, quickly turning on heel and proceeding down to the far end of the bar, dodging several empty mugs that were currently flying across the room – much to his chagrin.
The drake turned his orbs as if investigating, taking note on how every single lion in the room averted their gaze if he happened to fall upon them. The wolf in the far corner was continuing to sit in silence, though he had stopped fiddling with the silver trinket.
A popular drinking chant had broken out amongst most of the patrons, the majority of them being too drunk to sing properly and thus creating an incoherent and sloppy chorus – though massively entertaining regardless. His thoughts were broken by Orion making his return with a young cheetah accompanying him.
"Alright, Phobos will watch the bar for us. In the meantime, why don't we make sure the foundations are in good order."
Flame half-smirked and nodded towards the young cheetah, the feline offering up a nervous smile of his own before rapidly being distracted by several angered patrons, their mugs dry and demand clearly wanting.
Orion flicked the tablecloth aside and proceeded the opposite direction, squeezing from behind the counter and nearly slipping upon spilled spirits.
The orange drake grimaced before steadying his friend with his tail, the lupine snarling in gravely annoyance.
"I swear, some days I wish I could just pack up and leave!"
"No, you don't – you like the money too much."
Orion laughed and slapped the drake on the shoulder. "You know me too well. Either way, doesn't mean I don't wish I could bust a few skulls like back in the good old days."
"Something tells me you find ways to stay entertained." answered Flame as they proceeded through a growing throng of unstable customers.
"No shortage of it in such a fine establishment, I should go into the theater business. I'd wager folks from far and wide would spend a few coins willingly just to watch drunks make fools of themselves."
"No clever idea ever escapes you, Orion. If something gets your attention you will find a way to merchandise it."
The wolf laughed deeply before several loud shouts and snarls rang out beside them. Flame side stepped as a cheetah tackled one of the numerous lions head on, the pair slamming against the stone floor in an explosion of rage and drunken vile.
Their companions made no move to stop them, instead resorting to cheering on the spectacle. Orion just growled and cracked his knuckles, coming up behind the two wrestling felines and grabbing them both by the scruff of their necks. It was quite the impressive display that helped answer Flame's previous inquiries on security.
"Alright that's it!" he snarled before pulling them roughly towards the exit, the crowd splitting lazily as he did so. Flame just sighed and shook his head. The irritated wolf may have been old, but he was still quite capable of handling inebriated morons.
Orion growled and threw the cheetah aside, focusing on the lion for the moment. Grabbing the felines tail and shoulders, he inhaled deeply and then proceeded to heave the frazzled cat out the tavern entryway, several oncoming customers laughing haughtily as he did so.
Wasting no time, he proceeded to do the same with the cheetah, both the felines now heaped together on the cold street. It wasn't long before they were back at it, wresting and scratching at one another in front of gathering crowd of both amused and disgusted city folk.
"Better out there then in here I'd say. You might want to alert your guards." snickered Orion before returning to Flame's side. The drake shrugged and grunted as the sensation of spilled fluid spread across his tail. Orion smacked his paws together in self gratification, enjoying the small thrills of his youth now and then.
"The patrols will pick them up. For now, to business."
The bemused wolf nodded before once more taking the lead, moving past various chairs and tables to a staircase on the far end of the room. Flame took a moment to spy the lone wolf a final time, the canine returning the gaze this time around, though he made no distinguishable motions.
Orion led the way up a wide, stone staircase, the larger drake following close behind. Collections of torches lit the way upwards, the two coming to a stop before a heavy door. The wolf grunted, fumbling about with his keys in the softer lighting.
A heavy click was heard soon after, and Flame proceeded forward into the chamber, having to duck his head and tuck his wings to do so. Orion followed suit, being sure to shut the door behind him. Flame huffed heavily and made his way towards a rickety table on the far edge of the quieted chamber.
"You really should stop being cheap and fix this place up."
"Bah, would be a waste. I get by just fine. Much rather save for my future endeavors."
"Oh? Planning on re-establishing business elsewhere are we?" chuckled the drake jokingly, Orion just sighing and tossing his keys on the creaking desk.
"Hardly, but in these uncertain times … one can never be too careful, says I."
Flame hummed and sat on his haunches across from the wolf, the glow of a single candle on the desk being all that illuminated the dour atmosphere. The smell of freshly baked breads and meats could still be detected, along with many mixed alcohols.
"So then – you wouldn't have called me up here just to abhor my decor. Something on your mind?" started Orion.
"Information."
"Ah yes, the usual it is. Well, perhaps I require something first?" replied Orion with a sly smirk.
"Of course – how about I just ignore the obvious deviations from our fire code and general issues with structural integrity. Do I need to mention the rodents as well? Perhaps we can tour your wine cellar to see just how well your inventory matches up with our delivery reports? "
Orion huffed in annoyance before propping one of his legs up on the table. "I poisoned most of them … but yes I see your point. Bad press is bad for business. So then, what's bugging you?"
Flame dragged one of his paws across the side of his snout, sighing as he leaned against it almost tiredly. "Well, many things … outside the city and within .. "
"Like that ugly business with Spyro?"
Flame tilted his gaze up, slightly shocked but not totally surprised. "You know about that already?"
Orion snickered victoriously and leaned back in the chair. "I'm pretty sure most of the world already knows at this point. Not every day a purple dragon is almost murdered."
Flame rocked on his haunches and just frowned. "Yeah, well, that's the Guardian's problem to deal with now, I can only focus on what I can control, and that's what occurs within these stone walls."
"Understandable."
Flame locked eyes with the canine once again, taking note of the playful expression radiating off his face. "Well, I had a recent manhunt for a particular …. lion."
"Is that right? Well, we've had more and more lions coming through these days. I'd say the establishment of a new colony north of that dreary swamp has encouraged more contact."
"I don't doubt it, but this one in particular was a bit more … volatile. More then the usual." replied the drake firmly, forcing Orion to take on a more serious attitude.
"Oh? So you didn't catch him then?"
"I never said that."
"You wouldn't be here if you did. You're hoping that I somehow know more about whom you seek. Well, I'm not sure if I can recall-"
"Don't toy with me, Orion, I'm in no mood for games. We chased this culprit all the way up to the Citadel – and to top it all off, the Magistrate seemed quite defensive when I brought it to his attention."
The canine slid his tongue over his muzzle, still cupping his mug of ale loosely. He appeared lost in thought for the moment, Flame not averting his gaze.
"Well, several weeks ago … I did hear a rumor."
"Rumors are not facts."
"True, but this one seemed far more genuine then most." replied the lupine as he stood up, leaving the mug on the table and striding towards the lone window in the room. It had a decent view of the surrounding neighborhoods, and one could make out the imposing castle against the shadowed skyline.
"How so? What made it so different?"
Orion turned and twitched noticeably. "Surely you know the difference between the Prides of the north and those from the south yes?"
"Only the basics. I know that they were exiled form their homelands."
"Not just a run of the mill exile … they broke off with the complete intention of establishing a new Pride – one based upon hegemony rather then harmony."
Flame leaned up some, becoming further engrossed. "So then, you got this information from who exactly?"
"It was a visiting delegation from the court of King Raja. Loyalists – I suppose you could call them, while this new Pride from the north are considered rebels. Anyways, they chose to rest here before returning to Nekhar … and I couldn't help but overhear something about an agent from Zuberi.."
"Agent? From the northern Pride then?"
The wolf nodded, quickly taking up his mug in reassuring eagerness. "Yes, if memory recalls … they said his name was … Khan."
Flame blinked before rubbing his head in worry, wings stretching outwards as his tail slid along the floorboards. "Khan … well at least we have a name. We still allow both Prides free access to the city, as it's not our place to take sides in a disagreement within a foreign society."
Raucous shouts and disturbances could be heard from downstairs, but that was normal on such a night. Orion growled and crossed his sturdy arms. "That boy better be doing his job down there."
"Do you know anything about Khan?"
Orion tilted his head in thought, eyes turning upward in obvious contemplation before lifting one of his claws. "I do believe I've heard the name once before. Back in the day – when some of our Packs still roamed south of Torid Pass … I recall a story about a feline so deadly and unpredictable that only the richest of kingdoms could afford his callous services."
Flame rocked on his haunches before humming, slowly starting to lift himself. "Well, why would such an valuable individual be in Warfang?"
"Who knows … but I do know he's not allowed to return to Nekhar, much like the Pride of Zuberi – they're not permitted to soil the sands of their birth."
Flame was even more troubled by these new revelations. It wasn't so much the fact that such a dangerous and reviled individual was within the city, but the fact that her Magistrate was seemingly in on something he wasn't. He turned his snout away, stare falling upon the door.
"If you could, I'd appreciate it if you kept an ear to the ground. If you hear anything more about this … Khan … or information pertaining to our conversation, I'd like to hear it."
The wolf gave a dry chuckle, drinking what remained of his ale before delivering a loud belch. "I suppose that's doable … though of course, I would like-"
"Yeah yeah you'll be compensated. Just do us all a favor and make sure the dregs don't get out of hand will ya?"
Orion smirked before proceeding across the chamber, opening the door for the Sub-Guardian. "But of course, have I ever let you down before my serpentine friend?"
Flame just rolled his eyes with a knowing snicker, his limbs carrying him towards the stairs and out of the private office. "I suppose it's all relative … either way, don't make things too difficult on my guards."
"I shall do my utmost best. Please do pass on my compliments to that lovely companion of yours. What's her name now … Ember? I recall?"
Flame just smiled and nodded, tail wavering against the worn stone steps. "I shall, take care of yourself, Orion."
The lupine gave a firm fist of acknowledgment before closing the door behind the drake, his gaunt like eyes firming up as he walked back to the window. The mug in his paw was shaking softly, reacting to the sudden pressure of his grip.
Slowly, he brought one claw up to his snout, sliding it across a deep scar that he'd carried for most of his adult life.
Two drakes trotted along the edge of what seemed to be a sunken road, the morning sun beating down upon their thick frames with growing intensity. It was rather strange for the weather to be so agreeable this time of year, but perhaps it was a sign of better things to come. Various leaves lay crumpled in their wakes, followed by a collection of different paw prints and wheel tracks. This was easily one of the most heavily traveled routes in Calebor, serving as the defacto highway between the Temple and Warfang.
Terradon was just a step or two in front of Arus, the shadowy drake having stuck with his umber companion for the time being. Hopefully, it would last just a bit longer – as he aimed to learn about as much as possible for when the time came to strike out on his own.
They hadn't come across any other travelers, but then again, it was quite early in the morning. He let his head turn back, gazing back the way they'd came. The dense canopy of the treeline hid away most of the scenery, but the Temple still struck a grand image. At this point, the floating fortress was beginning to drift back up into the dimly lit sky, and it was very likely he would almost always have a view of it so long as he resided in the immediate area.
"Truly is quite amazing, eh? The moles really outdid themselves." said Terradon, a content look about him.
Arus tilted his head before trotting forward quickly, catching up with the purposed drake and shaking free a cramp in his wings.
"So they are considered the engineers of this land then?" asked Arus eagerly. Terradon hummed and nodded, knowing just how great a thirst the exiled dragon had for information.
"Yeah, they've always had an intense passion for architecture and stone work. The harder the project, the more focused their tools. It's a shame that other species may consider them inferior."
"I think some – even among our own – kinda already do that."
Terradon frowned in knowing, his pace slowing greatly. "Yeah, it's something all dragons have to cope with. The urge to fuel our superiority will constantly gnaw at our minds until the day we return to the planet. Some, obviously have a much easier time then others."
"But the whole idea of your Alliance is to encourage equal partition and cooperation. How do you allow those of the opposite mindset to remain?"
The earth drake turned his head but didn't break his stride. "That's simple, Arus, we believe everyone deserves the same chance to evolve such as we have. It isn't something we can force on others … but they deserve the opportunities to learn for themselves."
Arus snorted some, his paws sinking into the mud which lined the edges of the grooved path. "Sounds like a recipe for disaster if you ask me. Why do you put so much faith in individuals like that? You have no idea if they will embrace your philosophies. For all you know they might be trying to tear it apart simply because they find it amusing to do so."
"I suppose that's a possibility … .but we can't control everything. We can only hope that by our own actions we can make a difference, and that our ability to believe and have faith in all life is rewarded."
"You are very trusting, I don't know if that's a weakness or a strength."
Terradon just smirked before coming to a stop, his stone eyes locking with his companions'. "Well, you're still here, yes?"
Arus blinked before nodding his head in agreement, eyes scaling down in thought as Terradon continued forward briskly.
He certainly had a point. If it wasn't for the very beliefs that he'd just derided the odds were very good that a second lease on life wouldn't have been offered. Arus had no idea that he could be so pragmatic, it was a view that clashed with the philosophies the Alliance supported.
"I suppose, in your time with us on this planet … you will come to learn much more then you possibly thought." called Terradon over his shoulder, Arus just spreading his wings; satchel at his side bouncing against his armored scales.
"This is all new to me, Terradon. I can only try to live my life the way I believe it should be lived."
"That's all any of us can do, Arus."
The misplaced drake hummed and continued walking alongside the young Sub-Guardian. The echoes of the forest surrounded them; Arus forcing himself to stop and ask various questions about anything that caught his interest, much to the humor of Terradon.
"So then, this Warfang … is it the capital of our kind?"
"To a point – we prefer to think of the Temple as our primary location of operations, since the Council does convene there, but Warfang is the most important city within our influence."
Arus let his wing knuckle slide against some nearby branches, feeling the trickle of dew streaming down his membrane.
"I believe I heard some mention of a Guardian being in control of the city, I take it he keeps things running smoothly."
Terradon frowned noticeably before spreading his wings forcefully, taking note of a clearing up ahead. "Well, Zacharah is indeed a Guardian and member of the Council … but …"
Arus turned to him, clearly hanging on the edge his words. The umber drake just looked up and offered an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, it's not my place to bring you into such issues, Arus. You have a whole life to live and world to explore."
"Well … yeah but I figured-"
"As the Council ruled, you're no longer allowed to trespass on Alliance property, nor can you get involved with our affairs. I'm afraid that doing so will only put you in further danger, and I don't want that to happen."
The two drakes stood toe to toe for a time, both seeming to be content in taking in the glorious fall morning around them. Reveling in the unspoken tranquility that could only be found in the presence of shared mindsets.
"Regardless of any … exile … if I see something wrong I have to act, I simply cannot ignore situations that get out of hand."
Terradon laughed and shook his skull, the obsidian rocks that decorated his cranium and spine glinting in the rising sunlight. "Yeah … I figured as much, but I'm obligated to warn you regardless."
Arus nodded before taking a shallow breath, gazing up at the sky. "So, what do you suggest for a first move?"
His umber counterpart hummed in thought, eyes sliding over the terrain even though most of it was covered with thick vegetation.
"Well, the Silver River runs all the way to the coast … several small hamlets reside along its banks'. You might be able to find work or shelter there … but you should keep your wits about you. Odds are quite good that many have heard about what happened., and not everyone out here trusts our kind as much as those in the Alliance."
Arus snorted again and let the crescent blade of his tail slide across some nearby stalks of tall-grass, easily cutting them down to size. "And Warfang?"
Terradon tilted his head slowly, eyes narrowing. "What about it?"
"Well, it's a city after all – would make sense if I visited."
"I told you, you're not to-"
"Yes, I got that much, but from what I recall, the city itself does not belong to the Alliance, only the Academy which resides within. Correct?
Terradon huffed somewhat before acquiescing. "Yes that's true, but Zacharah is still Magistrate of the city, and if you proceed there – I shall have to inform him of your presence. After that, it will be up to him whether or not you're allowed to take up residence."
"I see," responded Arus quietly, eyes closing in conflicting thought. "Do you think there is a chance?"
The earth drake gave a firm sigh before shaking his head. "I have no idea, I haven't spoken with Zacharah in months. Who knows what his standards are these days."
The dark drake grimaced to himself. "Then it's worth a shot. Worse comes to worse … I'm banished from another city."
"More like you'll be hunted down and executed, but if you want to think positive, I wont stop you."
"Very well then, Warfang it is"
Terradon's eyes widened in amazement. This dragon didn't seem to believe in backing down, and had absolutely no qualms about putting his life on the line for something he felt was right. Such a mentality was rarer and rarer – he would almost pass for an effective purple dragon.
"Alright then, your funeral," chuckled Terradon before spreading his wings wider. "I will do what I can to give you a good recommendation, but I can't promise anything. We can fly as far as the Great Divide, but we'll have to get back on the ground in order to avoid possible Wyvern nests."
"What the hell is a Wy … you know what nevermind – I'm sure I'll find out sooner or later.." laughed Arus before spreading his wings in kind, the two drakes launching off into the mornings' winds. Sapphire orbs spread in excitement as the forest below them began to scale back, revealing just how massive the continent around them truly was. Miles ahead, he could just make out this great city they had just spoken of.
To his left, he could make out the long trail of the Silver River. The long sliver made its way across the landscape like a tree branch, stretching out towards Warfang before emptying out into what he could only guess was one of the many oceans that were part of this vast world.
The Great Rift was quite prominent, as the lands around it were dead and lifeless – giving the area a massive aura of remorse and despair. Surely it had to be difficult to see such painful reminders of battles long past every new day.
The Temple continued to rise behind them, and at this altitude he could make out the silhouettes of various other drakes and drakens who were most likely running important errands or duties for the Alliance.
Sunbursts split the checkerboard like patterning of cloud cover, resulting in a rather breathtaking display of shadows and sunbeams spreading out over many miles of forest and plains.
"Just stick with me, I'll get you to the gates, but after that, you'll have to wait for conformation."
Arus just nodded before making sure the satchel on his flank was secured, not wanting to lose what could be perhaps his final meal. He found his eyes being drawn away easily, noticing all manner of landmarks and locations that screamed of past history.
Terradon chuckled and hovered beside him, powerful wings beating in timing with his companion. "By all means ask away, it will be a few hours of flying – might as well teach you a thing or two."
The runed drake just smiled in appreciation, glad that for once things seemed halfway decent.
Drago Academy was designed to be a burial ground for heroes of various conflicts throughout the New Age, however, it was decided before construction completed that it would be better for the overall health and image of the city that catacombs would be used in lieu of more depressing mausoleums.
Zacharah spoke with the Council about it at length, as it was an issue he drew great responsibility and pride from. Eventually, all came to the agreement that a proper training facility had to be established in order to further bolster the Alliance's growing efforts.
The original intention was to train all applicants and recruits at the Academy itself, but Sampson instead recommended that another site be used in order to keep sensitive business or military scenarios separate from those that were not yet able to properly contribute.
Warfang was the perfect choice – as it would make recruitment easier and also allow trainees to receive the proper level of guidance and skills before being thrown into the line of duty. Such an immense crossroads of cultural exchange and social mingling would also allow entries to relax and spend a day cruising the streets for proper relief. Even many of the Guardians and upper crest of the Alliance rank structure maintained vacation homes within the rapidly growing city.
Originally, Zacharah took up the responsibilities of running the Academy, but over the years, he took more of a back seat role in favor of his duties as Magistrate. Instead, several younger minds were introduced, the Council feeling that they would better relate to the younger generation spreading throughout the resurrected lands.
Ember released a tired exhale as she entered the grounds. A massive stone gate served as barrier between the training facility and the streets of Warfang, though it remained open most of the time. Guards were constantly rotating in and out of service, most of them being trainees that were learning the very basics of proper policing.
Thick layered walls surrounded the grounds, various towers and watch posts dotting the barricades every three hundred feet or so. The walkway she currently traveled upon led straight through the heart of several open air training fields. Many kinds existed – as it was crucial to allow all applicants to gain experience in a variety of unfamiliar environments.
Some of the training fields were covered in water and marshy reeds, while others were nothing but rock and broken stone gravel. Of course, these were not her areas of focus, but more-so her mates.
She continued her journey onward, having just arrived in Warfang from the Alliance Temple some hours ago, though she stopped on Valiance Boulevard to satisfy her increasingly unstable shopping habits. An amused expression graced her snout as she recalled the many times Flame had admonished her for "foolish" spending.
The Academy was designed very much like the Temple, though not quite as grand in scale. A single, massive keep was set upon the center of the grounds, the size of which was almost equal to that of Zacharah's own citadel at the crest of Warfang.
She smile as she took note of several rich and luscious pine trees lining the pathway. It's a good thing she was allowed to come with Flame, otherwise this place would have no sense of style whatsoever. She took great pride in being responsible for many of the flora that was now part of the grounds, even going so far to make it part of her curriculum.
Several other small buildings lined the path, most of which being built into the ground like bunkers. It was part of the overall design to keep the grounds as clean and professional as possible. Most of the actual Academy was located below ground, various chambers and passageways serving as means to move about with speed and ease.
Initiates of all shapes and sizes were moving about, most of which being other dragons and cheetahs. Moles and lions were in the minority, the latter of which was quite understandable due to their strained and impatient dispositions.
It was very peculiar that the moles seemed to be becoming more scarce, an observation she would have to bring up with Flame later on.
Of course, it was nearly impossible to be running such a massive operation by themselves – so a proper faculty had been brought on board to help manage the stress. Most of them were ex-students, some of the first to graduate as Cadets.
"Good evening, Ember, welcome back. Have you seen Flame lately?"
The pink draken turned abruptly, one of the dragons being part of a nearby group of students having split off to address her. The drake offered no image of gratification or well being, instead, his face being an image of distaste and impatience.
She blinked softly before offering up a shrug. "I have no idea, Gregor … I myself just returned not too long ago. If he isn't here then I imagine he's out patrolling or finding some manner of trouble."
The male dragon huffed and shook his snout. "This is most inappropriate … if he is unwilling to commit himself fully to maintaining proper etiquette and respect on the grounds then I'm afraid I'll have to recommend a replacement."
Ember rolled her eyes. Gregor was always going on about how much Flame wasn't leading responsibly. He made it far too obvious that the entire ordeal was stemmed from nothing more then a personal grudge and jealousy.
"Please, Gregor, I'm sure he has a very good reason for being out as he almost always does. Regardless – what is the issue you are going on about this time? Did one of the students pull a prank on you again?"
The olive green drake narrowed his eyes, snout turning upwards. "I wouldn't say that, but they do have a rather undignified habit of boycotting my classes. I've become quite accustomed to having guards ensure their prompt arrivals. I believe many have somehow come to believe that ancient draconic politics is … a bore."
Ember giggled lowly, causing the slightly larger drake to frown again. "I'm sure it's nothing personal at all Gregor, perhaps the students just need better motivation or classroom experiences to stimulate them further."
The drake maintained an aloof bearing, his head turning towards a nearby group of Initiates, their gazes averting as he did so. "They are here to learn … if they need more motivation to do so – perhaps I shouldn't waste time with them?"
Ember frowned and turned to face him snout to snout. "We have a responsibility to all our students, Gregor. Flame would tell you the same thing and you know it. It is our job to make sure they are prepared for the outside world in service to the Alliance. If you are unable to properly maintain order in your own classroom, then perhaps you should do a little self evaluation instead hmm?"
The drake recoiled greatly and attempted to re-establish his bearing, eyes having sparked open in some manner of feigned insult. "I … that is – are you suggesting that I am a poor instructor!?"
Nearby groups of Initiates continued to snicker and whisper about themselves as they witnessed the scene, Ember just shaking her head with a half-smile.
"Of course not, you're one of the best historians and debaters of historical philosophy that I know, but I'm saying you could perhaps embrace a small portion of constructive criticism. We may not be Initiates anymore, but we're always looking for ways to improve ourselves. We will never stop being students."
Gregor paused before clicking his paws together, making sure to eye the various students as to maintain proper precedence, though the heat upon his cheeks undid these efforts.
Ember turned her eyes as well, the gentle demeanor of the pink draken hardening some as she eyed the amused Initiates with a playful look. "That's not say – our students can't do a better job of also embracing proper educational principals. I think they will be trying much harder after today."
The various dragons and cheetahs shared quiet looks of humbleness before beginning to melt away from the scene, Gregor regaining a small measure of pride as they did so.
"You … you're right of course Sub-Guardian. Forgive my thoughtless words."
"There is nothing to forgive Gregor, I know it can be difficult dealing with so many personalities at once, but you can never lose sight of the greater purpose we serve. We must be strong for them, while at the same time constantly evolving along with them. That is the burden we must bear so long as we put ourselves at the forefront of leading our intellectual future."
The green drake nodded after several moments before giving a small bow, respect having enveloped his mind. "Of course my lady, forgive me once again. I wish you a pleasant evening."
She returned the gesture before his frame drifted away at a slow pace, making for the inner keep. She sighed in relief before turning her attention to another group of students, this one composed of several moles and lions.
Each species tended to drift towards certain professions. Obviously, dragons and cheetahs tended to make up the bulk of the more physically oriented duties – while moles preferred to serve in cleric offices or administrative duties.
Lions were also very action oriented, though in her limited experience with them, she found they were just as capable of success in the languages of diplomacy and trade.
Her sky blue gaze took notice of Mason, the elder mole approaching the group and dispersing them towards others responsibilities. The elder mole nodded in her direction curtly, a gesture she returned as he followed after the Initiates.
Mason was perhaps the oldest ally they had among his race. He was single handily responsible for redesigning and rebuilding Warfang from scratch after the rebirth. He was originally to take up position on the Council, but in the end decided that his skill set was far more useful here at the Academy – as he was not one to play politics. It was most likely he simply didn't wish to abandon the city he'd poured so much blood and sweat into.
He instead nominated his cousin Sampson to the Council, and the two formed the foundation of solidifying the already strong relationship they shared with dagon kind. Having him within the Academy walls certainly made everything much smoother and transparent, not to mention relaxing.
"You handled that well, I'd say."
The surprised draken turned again, her eyes locking with the amber orbs of a smirking orange drake. Her expression broke out into one of joy as she quickly moved forward and pushed her snout against his, nuzzling and kissing affectionately.
"Whoa! Easy there babe … not like we've been apart for years." he groaned before letting his wing knuckles grasp her shoulders, keeping the draken locked in place for the moment. Her eyes continued to radiate exuberance before giggling lovingly.
"A few days is still too much for my liking … don't tell me you're afraid someone will see?" she smirked before batting her eyes cutely.
Flame laughed before nuzzling her neck deeply, his frame coming beside her own at this point. "I think most are use to it by this point, but I do want to stress that we must remain professional while in public."
"The hell with that – it's overrated. Wearing emotions on your sleeve is far more interesting." she snickered as her tail locked with his possessively.
The flushing drake returned a nervous smile, his left wing brushing her flank lightly before he began moving forward towards the central keep, Ember keeping pace with him.
"Save it for tonight, Ember … we'll have plenty of time to unwind, but for now we must tend to the needs of the Alliance."
"Ohhh I see, so this is strictly a business visit hmm?"
"Please Ember, you have to take this seriously right now. Several things within the city are deeply troubling me."
The pink draken dropped the playful tone and hardened her gaze, Flame keeping his sights forward as they moved in perfect tandem, Initiates and faculty both giving way to the respected couple.
"So, I take it Gregor isn't among those worries?" she asked quietly.
"Managing the egos of the faculty is something you've always been more suited for Ember – as you just proved moments ago. No, right now the state of the city has me conflicted."
"Not to mention what happened at the Temple, yes?" she added, Flame quickly stopping and facing her directly.
"Oh yes, tell me about it. Is Spyro alright? What is it … he like?" The obvious and misplaced disdain in his voice clear.
Ember giggled lightly before humming to herself, flank bushing his on occasion – another group of playful Initiates nearby giving off several small romantic coos and gestures much to Flames chagrin.
"Well, Spyro will be fine, he'll just need several days of rest. As for him … well first off: him is known as Arus, and he is actually quite handsome and polite."
"For an assassin … you mean?"
"Well … if he is indeed an assassin, he's the most reluctant one I've ever met. Granted, I only spoke to him in passing … but I never got the feeling he intended to kill so much as a dragonfly."
Flame grunted – giving a hard stare to the nearby students, the group quickly dispersing after he did so. Ember just snickered and continued to tease him with her tail, the pair resuming their journey and approaching the keep staircase.
"So long as I don't have to deal with him right now then it's nothing I'm going to concern myself with. I'm sure the Council will come to the most appropriate decision in regards to his actions. For now … I have to plan a widespread search of the city."
"Oh? What does Zacharah think about that? He'll not want panic or ill-will to spread throughout Warfang. Especially with festivals looming."
Flame shook his head firmly as they entered the keep, the grand hall stretching high above them, being illuminated by several huge crystal-like chandeliers. Per the usual, the room itself was littered with students – all of which divided into various social or study groups. A large assortment of couches, cushions and tables were made available for any who desired them, an immense fire pit currently blazing with intensity on the far side of the regal chamber.
Those in close proximity to the pair offered up salutes and gestures of subordination, Flame returning in kind as they worked around the outside of the room as to avoid making further scenes. Obviously, due to recent events involving Spyro, gossip was surely running rampant and would continue to do so for the next few weeks.
"Sub-Guardians?"
The pair turned again to find a mixed group of species approaching them with curious eyes. Flame nodded at them compliantly.
"Yes, Initiates? Is something wrong?"
The leader of the group was a uniquely colored female cheetah, her fur being a much lighter tone then what was common for her species.
"We heard that Guardian Spyro was attacked. Is it true that he's been killed?"
Flame and Ember both groaned some, the pink draken offering a smile of comfort before tilting her head. "Of course not, I just came from the Temple. Spyro is alive and well and will be back on his paws in no time."
"You all should really learn to rely on solid facts before jumping to such conclusions." added Flame with a firm gaze, the various students eyeing each other and giving off small sighs of relief.
"I … we just wanted to make sure … some around here say that we're better off without him."
Flame frowned deeply while Ember lifted her neck in surprise, their gazes finding one another before the orange drake stepped forward with commanding authority.
"Spyro is responsible for all of us even being here. Those that assume such a drastic reality is the desirable one have not done their due diligence when it comes to our most treasured histories. All of you have the right and ability to draw up your own conclusions, but I ask that you not allow yourselves to be influenced so easily. Learn to approach every viewpoint from an impartial angle, realize that despite outside appearances both situations and individuals have various reasons for being as they are. Please commit yourselves fully to this principle in your time here."
The group continued to gaze and discuss amongst themselves, steadily offering up their respects before departing. Ember gazed at Flame with a sense of disappointment, the orange drake just returning the look and sighing.
Such views were becoming more and more frequent, and they were in no position to stop them. As he said, they all had the right to come to conclusions themselves – all he hoped was that they would think it through before embracing such radical mentalities.
Ember brushed against him before humming upon his cheek deeply. "Come love, let's retire for the evening. We'll have time to address these issues tomorrow."
Flame returned the gesture before turning alongside her, his mind exhausted from the day's events and fully prepared to embrace the soothing relaxation of their bedchambers.
Zacharah gazed out over the slowly illuminating city before him, his perch high within the central citadel offering outstanding views in practically every direction. The sun had just began to descend – followed by a burst of evening festivities and spirits far below her sights.
He could vaguely make out the steady beats and rhythms of drinking chants and social dances that were carried along the wind, his indigo scales humming in response. He almost envied them, the ability to be so simple minded and care free. The ability to just wash away one's troubles, albeit briefly, for a single night and let loose and unwind.
It was indeed a city brought back from the brink of death – like a heartbeat renewed. One might believe it impossible that anything terrible or hazardous had occurred here at all. He knew better then they, that was a treacherous knowledge he kept for himself.
The pain and fear, it was always there. Screams still echoed throughout the confines of his mind, weighing down upon his very soul with a perpetual orchestra of torment and anguish. Some could dismiss it far easier then others, but he was never one of them. Nor did he ever consider trying to be among them.
No, he would carry these monstrous thoughts with him for all his years – using them as fuel for what he knew to be necessary and justified within his troubled soul.
Smooth, cerulean eyes closed quietly, his wing stretching out to feel the oncoming breezes. Muscles sang a tune of delight, and the innate urge to propel himself into the sky began to take precedence. This, unfortunately, was interrupted by quiet footsteps behind him.
His eyes opened widely, though his frame remained as rigid as the element he masterfully wielded.
"Has the time arrived yet, Master? They grow impatient."
The drake didn't move, though his eyes slowly descended towards the great keep that served as the hub of Drago Academy in the eastern portion of the city. The one place in the city that he'd once considered his greatest achievement, his pride and joy.
"No, I would say not, but soon," he replied before his hardened stare became distracted by an approaching pair of dragons in the distance, their frames being outlined by the setting sun.
"The time of reckoning is close … old friends."
A/N: Have quite a few chapters that need to be updated and released, so hopefully I can get that done over the next few months. I'm not gonna promise any dates since It's nearly impossible to keep them, but the good news is most of the story is already written just needs to be edited and redone in a few spots. I hope everyone has a good holiday coming up and a much better 2021, cause this past year certainly has sucked hardcore. It was fun to dive a bit more into Warfang in this chapter and also get back to Flame and Ember as characters. Characters that never really got proper development in the original series were always something I enjoyed working with, since they are mostly a blank slate, but they have an extremely critical role in this story and I'm looking forward to expanding upon their characters in general. That being said, bad things seem to be lurking beneath the surface of Warfang, I think Arus might be stepping into another potentially bad situations. Thank you for any reads and reviews!
My Characters: Arus, Terradon, Orion, Khan, Gregor, Zacharah and all the various Initiates and Faculty that don't have proper names yet!