Okay. i don't own any characters but OC's. duh. This is the chapter where some more comes together.

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Chapter 2; Wild Secret, Vile Plan

Moordryd wandered down a dark alley.

"Hey! Paynn, what's a Sun City brat like you doing down here?" called a muscular man, Phistus. The Grip of the Dragon leader still had not forgiven Moordryd for cheating in jousting.

"Nothing," he muttered, and turned away. Even though he led, used to lead, a down city crew, he really didn't know his way around. After awhile he ended up at Penn stables. He swallowed his pride, and knocked.

"I'll get it!" called a youthful voice, Lance, Artha's younger brother. Moordryd tried not to look imposing; he just wanted a map anyway.

"Hi, who is it----- MOORDRYD?"

There was the sound of someone leaping up, and soon Artha stood at the door, arms crossed.

"Well?" the stable brat, Artha, said, "What do you want?"

"Just a map, I'm looking for a place to stay the night."

Artha rolled his eyes, but got a map. Moordryd thanked him, wearily staring at Kitt. How he could like her cousin but hate her he did not know.

'Hmm. This place looks halfway decent,' Moordryd thought, looking at a tavern.

"You a member?" asked a muscle bound weirdo.

"Huh?"

"He's with me." Moordryd turned and saw Kett smiling as she flashed a card. The man let them in, scowling.

"Sorry you got kicked off your crew," she said as they found a table. Moordryd reached for his pack, but Kett slapped his hand.

"I'll pay, you have to save your money, unless..."

"HM?" said Moordryd, as they and their dragons began to chow down.

Kett smirked. This was very scary, if you ever have the chance to see it.

"Follow me," she said as they left, and started a wild race through the streets, Moordryd and Decepshun had trouble keeping up. Kett was being her usual over the top self, and seemed to think that buildings and flagpoles make good obstacles.

They ended up at Penn stables. Kett slipped inside a stall, and motioned for him to follow. Then Belladona brushed against a board, and an elevator opened.

"Where are we going?" he called over the rush of air.

"To see the Dragon Booster."

They stepped around a corner, and saw the Dragon Booster lean against his dragon. The hero reached for his right arm plate and pulled out a pendent. There was a flash, and there stood Artha and his dragon Beau.

"PENN!" yelled Moordryd in shock. Kett groaned.

Lance and Parm jumped him while Kitt moaned, "Kett, how could you?"

"Guys," said Artha, "I'm sure Kett had a perfectly good reason for this. What it is, I have no idea."

"Um, well, you see," Kett stammered, trying to think of a reason, while Kitt started yelling at Moordryd, "How dare you corrupt my cousin! She's a good girl! You are beyond dead!"

"KITT!" yelled Artha, "Let them talk! And Lance, Parm, let Moordryd up." Apparently he remembered that there was good in Moordryd, unlike the other three. (Okay since when is he the mature one? This must be a fluke.)

Parm stood and tried to help Moordryd up, but Lance was still on top of the white-haired boy. Artha pulled his brother off, and Moordryd stood and brushed himself off.

"Well?" Kitt demanded. A tall man clad in green stepped out of the shadows. He said, while, "We should keep things in order, and you all had a secret first, so you all go first."

"But Mortis," started Kitt, and Kett elbowed her. Artha took a deep breath and started to explain.

"Well, see, after that night when you tried to steal Beau,"

"Emphasis on steal," muttered Lance, and Mortis gripped his shoulder.

"Yeah, after that. Well, Beau dragged me down here, Mortis gave me the gauntlet to put my pendent in, and I told Lance and Parm."

"I was filled in later," Kitt said dryly, "Then one day Kett followed me down," then she muttered, "nosey little cousin."

"Your turn," stated Parm, "And I mean you and Kett." And so the fight in the alley, Moordryd's removal from his crew, and Kett's decision came out.

"Well," said Parm, "This could actually work to our advantage, as we need two more racers on the crew for the team all-terrain race."

"So you've got Moordryd, where are you going to find a sixth?" asked Kett, and everyone, including Moordryd, looked pointedly at her, "Oh, no."

"Oh yes," Kitt said idly, and grabbed Kett as she made a mad dash for the door. What ensued was a typical fight, one you would normally see with siblings, but they were cousin, so that's not to different. There was insulting, name calling and pushing, and their dragons were growling at each other. Fracshun dragged lance behind Cyrano, and there were cries of, "Lemme see! This is SO Drack!"

Parm sighed, "No Lance, this is not Drack, it's the opposite of Drack, it's... ANTI-DRACK!"

Moordryd watched with vague interest, he didn't remember volunteering for the Penn crew. Still, safety and numbers and all that, plus if would be good for revenge on his father and sister. Artha nudged him.

"Come on, we'd better separate those two, and their dragons." By now though, the cousins had fallen and were locked in combat. Artha sighed.

"Might need a crowbar," said Moordryd smirking, his old love of taunting had returned. Beau had calmed Wyldfyr and Decepshun had dealt with Belladona. Kitt and Kett had tired, so there was no need for the crowbar.

Mortis, who had been ready to intervene if things really got out of hand, cleared his throat, and said, "Now back to the business. If there is a Dragon-Human war, what crews can we count on?"

"Definitely the Keepers," said Artha.

"Inner Order, Grip of the Dragon, possibly Dragon Flares, if Pyrahh doesn't do something stupid," said Kitt.

"Army of the Dragon could go either way," stated Parm, 'As could the Prophets."

Moordryd spoke up, "I know my father has got a few crews ready to do what he says, the Dragon Fish, The Dragon Winds, Voice of the Dragon, and of course the Dragon Eye."

"Why do we have to do that team race anyway?" moaned Kett, her short attention span coming into play.

"Because it could help get the Prophets on our side, as someone stole a bonemark from them, and I am very certain that it is the prize."

A buzzer sounded.

"Trouble?" asked Moordryd, who always wondered how they were always there to stop him before.

"Nope!" Lance cheered, and opened a slot in the wall.

"Nachos!"

"Lance, we have to concentrate on the Libris Pike!" snapped Parm.

"Didn't we already do the horn of Libris race?" asked Lance, his mouth full of nachos.

"This is a different race!"

Moordryd nudged Artha, 'Hey, since when did I volunteer? And why are you, of all people, being so nice?"

'Beau's making me," Artha hissed back, "And if Mortis says you're on the crew, which I just know he's going to, then neither you nor any of us can do a thing about it. Oh, and if you do end up on the crew, don't try anything evil, Kitt, for one, will kill you."

"Now," said Mortis, "Seeing as how we have two more crew members," Moordryd sighed, and Kett made another mad dash for the elevator, "We can fully train for the Libris Pike."

And so Penn Racing became a six racer crew. Moordryd hadn't even volunteered.

-Meanwhile-

"I told you it would work," said Mecra, "Moordryd will steal things, but will rarely hurt racers or dragons, unless there's something big in for it. He lacks true evil."

"Of, how true, my dear second in command,' smirked Vysa, "And just think, all that planning, all that staying in the shadows, it paid off. Sure, we did the little jobs, but we,to quote my father, (she only called him 'Daddy' around Moordryd, when Word was well out of earshot) 'are not failures.'"

"Now we'll show who the true Payyn heir is, with Moordryd out of the way. The war will proceed!" jeered Mecra.

"Yes, but first, to win the Libris pike..." said Vysa.

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okay to my dear reveiwer Xin Fyrrae, i know there's been a little OOC, bout everyone on the chatboards says that they know Moordryd will do a turnaround, this is how i think it could happed. with my oc's.