"Patience is the art of hope"
Luc de Capliers
Prince had many qualities but patience was not the most nurtured of them.
That was currently demonstrated as he toyed with his powers in his human form.
Do you remember when your parents told them not to play with fire because they could burn?
Well Prince was playing with a fireball made by himself to roll it against the wall to entertain himself while he was bored.
I think Prince was faithfully disobeying his parents.
And speaking of which he did not have good memories with them.
In fact when he traveled to this world (as painful as he was) his parents were not there, he had left him alone as always.
Something deep inside him told him that he shouldn't worry about his parents worrying about him, after all, why start now?
Rather he was afraid that one day he would return the world to him that if he cared he already had a life made here.
But he was currently in front of a giant door waiting for an "audience" with the main guards to give him permission to go on a diplomatic mission. Since today he wanted to go out legally and not get into trouble by escaping and by the way hope that, if everything went as planned, he could skip the training of his dragon form next week.
Smart, right?
The fact is that finally after almost two hours sitting there the guardians finally finished whatever they were doing and let him in, being received by the new fire guardian: Leña. The doors closed behind him slowly giving him a touch of suspense.
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You take it all right?
Prince raised his head to find Spyra watching him as she dried the necklace she had given him after a dirty training session. More than once he had asked why they were training if the war was over. Why were they preparing for battle? It was always the same answer: dragons needed to control their elements completely and could not lose shape.
But Prince could see beyond the surface he knew that despite everything there was still a certain tension remaining in the Dragon Kingdoms for fear of another civil war and they did not want to be caught off guard like last time.
That's why Prince always had to dance between the political lines of all races.
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Because he was an unknown factor.
One that could create peace.
One that could create another war.
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He was not a pawn on the board
He was the owner of the chess game.
And those around him became vital players.
He was a danger
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Not knowing exactly where that last thought came from, he stopped his barrage of thoughts as usual and nodded to Spyra, who didn't seem very convinced as she put her necklace back on.
Spyra: Do you carry healing potions? Winter clothes? Crystals? Sandwiches? - Prince nodded before each thing but gave him a funny look at the mention of the last thing to which he turned his eyes
Spyra with a claw pointing to the edge of the nest where she was, motioned for him to pass her backpack to which Prince silently obeyed. After a few minutes of inspection Spyra spoke
Spyra: Well, just like I predicted: you are missing something- she said in a serious tone
Prince made a surprised expression and moved to where the backpack
Prince: Really? What?
Spyra raised one of his claws indicating that he should give her a moment (one of the many expressions she learned from him) to look through the cabinets while Prince went through the backpack again and then come back and tell him
Spyra: This is what was missing
Spyra gave him a medium rectangle that gave off a little light, it was one of the "photographs", it was an invention of Prince, in fact currently the one he had in his hand was the first. Through some crystals and a bit of human technology he had managed to create the magic camera which came out the resistant glass that kept the image also slightly helped in the memory of the person taking the photograph. Although over time he had managed to perfect the separation of memory so that it was only linked to the time of the photograph and not during the rest of life, which allowed him to have a small recording effect for a few seconds in the Harry Potter style .
The one he held in his hands showed the guardians when a certain fire-colored dragon captured in the photo was alive: Ignitia the ancient Guardian of fire. There were also Spyra and Prince; the latter gently grabbing a blushing younger Cynder and the animation showed her slowly pulling out a tender smile as everyone gathered in a big hug. That photo was taken after purifying Cynder while they were in the ancient Temple just before Cynder escaped. Currently everyone in the photo had a copy.
And one was underground.
Spyra: It's so that you don't forget anyone who loves you-he said with a smile
A / N: Damn they want to kill me from diabetes here
Axel: It can be.
A / N: But what? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at your house or something?
Axel: Well, how did the author pause the other story about him and leave me without a job as compensation, he lets me work as a narrator here, and you?
A / N: Ammm well I think I only serve to break the fourth wall : ,,, (
Prince smiled warmly he never wanted to leave these girls he loved them very much (maybe more than he imagines) and they loved them as he was. A door sounded opening and a lot of steam came out of the bathroom that when it cleared showed Cynder leaning against the door frame, rubbing her horns with a long towel.
Cynder: What are you talking about?
Prince: Ah? Not just that Spyra was passing the photo to me.
Prince showed him the photo and Cynder smiled at it wistfully.
Cynder: If it was a good day ...
Spyra: I miss her ...
The atmosphere darkened at the comment. Everyone missed Ignitia even more so Spyra was a mother figure to her. But she wasn't the one who felt the most guilt, it was Prince. In the ring of fire when they crossed it he shared her energies with Ignitia to maintain the shield that protected them from the flames but in a distraction defending himself from the monsters of the belt he stopped sharing her energies with her.
And she didn't realize it until she was late.
She sacrificed herself.
Because he he did not pay attention.
She expelled them to the other end of the Belt of Fire when she reached the last of his magic reserves.
She apologized for everything.
Everyone saw how she got them out of there by dying herself.
But Prince saw and heard something that others did not.
He heard the screams of pain from him when she started to burn ...
I listen to the long 40 seconds ...
He didn't ask for help, he didn't curse anyone ...
Only when his spark of life was gone did she whisper:
"Sorry"
The girls weren't just listening to him with their damn super enhanced senses activated.
It was his burden.
And she did not know.
Only he heard his screams at night.
Only he.
Along with another bunch of weird nightmares that he forgot when he woke up.
On those whom he did not save and begged for mercy ...
They didn't deserve that.
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Cynder: I really want to go with you!
With that phrase, curiously, it was the dragon of the shadows that cleared the atmosphere
Spyra: Yes, but only two heroes can save the world.
He did not consider himself that way ...
Cynder just huffed and looked at Prince
Cynder: Can you at least dry my wings please? As payment that they are going to leave me here alone, bored ... waiting ...
Prince mentally raised an eyebrow at this. Did his life play puns on a specific word every day?
Nodding mockingly, he reached over and took the towel from Cynder's horns where she had left it. Gently approaching Cynder's outstretched wing he began to dry Cynder's wings.
While behind him a silent discussion unfolded.
Spyra: * with super silent dragon-style ninja strategy * (I :v I) Don't think I don't know what you're doing
Cynder: * also with a super silent method * (I :v x2 I) Oh yeah and what would it be?
Spyra: You said that if one took any progress it would be slow and not as daring as now!
Cynder: Is it my fault that he doesn't know what the gesture means? And what do I feel when you hand me the towel? And that is not in its draconic form?
Spyra: Smart girl ...
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Cynder: ahhhh Yes there ...
Spyra: CYNDER! - She scream blushing
Prince turned to see what the scandal was and Spyra covered his muzzle with her claws realizing that she had yelled it.
Spyra: I um .. um ... See you at the exit!
She had said this as she paced the room nervously, grabbed her own backpack and slammed the door.
There were a few seconds of silence before Prince raised an eyebrow at Cynder in search of answers but she this she shrugged which made Prince almost get hit by one of her wings.
Prince went back to drying Cynder's wings again, while his back was turned a malicious smile appeared on Cynder's face before being quickly replaced by a face of pure pleasure.
Cynder: Ohhhhh That became my favorite point ... - She draw the words
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The streets of Warfang.
Go curious streets.
The dragon market was as crowded as ever.
A human walked by while he was greeted by some merchants that he knew and other people who were on the street and among the shopkeepers well ... there were other types of stores.
Remember when I told you that the draconic society was much more lassive than the human?
The market is the living example of this
In a grocery store you could find normal fruit and vegetables but they also sold special fruit that could make your mate grow more or make it tighter ...
There was even a whole store for just sex toys.
Prince honestly had already gotten used to those things being in stores but he was still uncomfortable when they offered it to him.
A / N: Out of Idiot Impulse!
Axel: What is it?
A / N: I have a joke prepared but I don't think the author will like it
Axel: Aren't you supposed to be his voice in the story?
A / N: Sure but I have my own conscience - * smiles *
Axel: Okeeeeeyyy ..
A / N: Well then?
Axel: Do it, I don't care
A / N: ok there it goes ..
Out of nowhere a voice in the stalls addressed him
Saleswoman: Cheetah! Do you want to buy this real size replica of the penis of the Human savior of the world?
Prince stopped abruptly and turned to meet the selling dragon.
It was ... a very awkward silence.
The selling dragon blushed at who she was selling the item to. Prince simply had a hand on his face trying to contain his embarrassment. A few seconds passed until the saleswoman spoke:
Salesdragoness: Ehmm I know you're not going to buy it. But could you at least tell me if it is the correct size? I've played with it a few times and it's a good size ...
Prince completely embarrassed just started to walk away from there lowering his hood that by the time the Saleswoman had already realized he was already a few good shops away.
Salesdragoness: Hey wait!
Damn pun on life.
A / N: * take an invisible beating *
Axel: Well, it goes without saying that you deserve it, even for me it was difficult to say that.
A / N: * for the invisible whore * At least it can't be worse ... Why do you seem so indifferent?
Axel: Why isn't your punishment over yet?
A / N: What do you mean? * Nurn appears who sees A / N with the eyes of a rapist ** A / N sweats cold *
Axel: Run.
A / N: AHHHHHHHH * RUNNING OUT * PLEASE HELP I DO NOT WANT TO BE RAPED ! AHHHH! HELP ! I'M NOT GAY !
Nurn: * runs after A / N *
Axel: * turns to the fourth wall * And what are you doing here? Go back to history! Shu! Go of!
As he moved away faster from that position and calmed his blush, a thought slipped through his head ...
Did they really think he was so small?
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They were in the cheetah village village villages after facing who knows how many more embarrassing problems along the way.
Among them, both the main guardians and Cynder, when they said goodbye to him, showed him his vaginas as a mockery of him, knowing the human culture of him.
And Prince closing his eyes and turning around to not look ended up tripping and falling into the river at the Warfang border.
A very productive trip.
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After they were finally recognized, they were allowed into Chief Prowlus's Village.
Prince had achieved a good relationship with him after saving his life in the dark war. He still held a bit of a grudge towards dragons but not as much as when they first met him.
Being received by this same when entering the village.
He was greeted by many cheetahs who were not as lassive as dragons ...
But not at the level of human culture.
A cheetah that he knew very well grabbed his arm but instead of greeting him warmly as the others whispered
Reyna: Meet me in front of the smithy at midnight I'll explain later.
And as soon as he told her he left
I didn't know what to think.
He liked the night for sure, she was beautiful.
Midnight not so much
It was a very cliche hour.
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And there goes the second chapter! It came out earlier and I like it! Probably some wanted a talk with Chief Prowlus but I have no inspiration for that character and I want to get him out of the blue good as promised it is time to unlock the power-up
Oc's Insert: Unlocked.
These are the requirements of Oc's: (* Optional)
Oc's name (obviously)
Race (Dragon, mole, cheetah, etc ...)
Age (human years)
Social position (soldier, mercenary, nobility, merchant etc ...) *
Personality (slight)
Backstory * (Two or three lines do not pass bastards ?)
Appearance (in the case of dragons (color of scales, tail blade, horns, element / s (maximum two)) and for cheetahs or other races it can also be said if it is a magician or only has the basic knowledge of magic)
Those are all the requisites and A / N got away with the joke so he deserves what is currently happening to him (* scream and A / N moans in the background *).
Well for those who do not know who Reyna is, she is one of the daughters of the Head Prowlus of the fandom very little used. From step above is the image of the female version of Spyro ignore the hairy chest male version of Cynder (or maybe just a very powerfull version of normal Cynder ...) Also now I showed how lasiva is draconic society, imagine the time to do it ...
Anyway, without more to say, Your draconequs traveler says goodbye bye! * He goes dancing with Eris and discord * ?￢ﾜﾨ? ﾟﾎﾇ?