I don't own dragon booster. I started this fic a long time ago, I just kept forgetting to post it. This was originally intended as a darker version fo Lightning and Shadows, but it''s really evoled into something else. R&R!

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Thanks to all who reveiws the last chapter!

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Part Two; First Test
We were now in the Old City. Ruins and cliffs were all around us. Fracshun gave a low groan of worry as he looked at the rock walls nearly closing in on us. He was padding quietly beside the Shadow Booster's dragon, who obviously knew where she was going. I knew it was a she; after all, I'm the son of a dragon breeder.

Suddenly she stopped, and Shadow leapt out of the saddle, leaving me to wobble on the back without him to put my weight on. We were in front of a large wall covered in carvings, and a little graffiti. Shadow placed one hand on his dragon's head and mag-pushed a slab - apparently the door - down.

"Come on," he said blankly. I followed, unsure of what else to do.

The walls loomed over the four of us. I wished Artha was here, or Kitt, or Parmon. Heck, I'd even take Moordryd at this point! But it was just me, Fracshun, Shadow, and his dragon.

Shadow mag-pushed down another 'door' and pointed forward, "Your room."

Like Shadow had said earlier, it was pretty darn bare. Fracshun walked in slowly, and I followed him

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The Shadow Booster folded his arms across his chest, "I'm leaving for a bit. Don't try to get out." With that he mag-pulled the door up, leaving me alone in the room. The only lighting I had at the moment was four dim orbs, one in each corner. From their glow I could see that two used black Draconium, and two used my color, blue.

Like heck I'm not going to try and get out! A mag-push/pull can't be that hard, right?

Wrong. I mean, I've seen Artha, Kitt, and Parm do it. It's not my fault that I'm behind in training with this kind of thing, I happen to have homework.

Scales, what about school? True I don't go that much, but still, I am going to have so much work piled up.

I put my hand on Fracshun and focused myself, just like dad always told me to, again. The door started to glow blue, and slowly, like maybe and inch a minute, slid down. Okay, yes, I'm exaggerating, but not much.

Finally the door was open enough for Fracshun and me to get through. We slipped out and started down the dark hall. About a few steps later I ran into, guess who? Shadow.

"I knew you'd try," he said, tugging me back. "It was a test. You passed."

I wiggled in his grip, but it was to strong for me to break away from. He dropped me on my bed. He held up a device. "Do you know what this is?"

I had seen it before. It was an influence scanner. It showed a person's Draconium influences. I coolly said so.

Shadow nodded, almost approvingly, "Correct, good, you aren't an idiot. I'm leaving now; I want you to check your Draconium levels."

I glared at him as he left, not that he could see past my visor. I already knew my levels; forty percent blue, thirty percent light green, twenty percent white, and ten percent orange. I chucked the scanner into my pillow. It opened, and a note fell out. I picked it up.
You think you know your levels, don't you? Well, let me tell you something. The reason the minimum age for racing is fourteen is before that, a person's secondaries can change. It's a defensive mechanism in both young humans and young dragons, so that they can adapt to survive. I'll say it again, check your levels.

I activated the scanner. I then read the message, before tossing it aside and flinging myself onto the bed. Its message continued to scroll, even after it hit the wall.

Forty percent blue. Thirty percent light green. Nineteen percent white. Ten percent orange. One percent black…

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