Part 3; Two Ways to Crash

"I want to go home!" Lance moaned, "Where are we? Can't we take a break?"

Moordryd was having the sense to ignore this, as Lance was just trying to be annoying. Cain on the other hand was ready to mag the kid straight into a wall. Moordryd didn't really have to ignore anything though, as he was reading the map, and had secretly put earplugs in!

"SHUT UP!" Cain yelled, "You're driving me crazy!"

"You were already crazy!" Lance retorted and stuck out his tongue. Cain hissed, "Will you stop that you little scale-scraping brat!"

Moordryd looked at them then glanced at Decepshun and muttered, "I am so glad I can't hear that conversation. Now let's see, next is the jumping chamber, if this map is right. Magna Draconis, I hope this map is right."

"Moordryd, are you talking to yourself?" asked Cain. When Moordryd didn't look up he waved his hand in front of Moordryd's face. The white-haired teen glared at him, and pulled out the earplugs, and yelled, "What is it!" as he did so.

"What were you talking about?" Cain asked simply. Moordryd glanced at him, "I think the next chamber will require some jumping, according to this map."

"So, what if the map is wrong?" Lance asked. Moordryd shrugged. Lance groaned, "That's a bad thing right?"

Decepshun looked at Fracshun and nodded. The little dragon squeaked and looked around. He then realized that none of his buddies were there to hide behind. Corshun snickered at the little dragons discomfort, while Decepshun did her usual and ignored it.

"Why do you wan the dumb old bone mark anyway, it makes dragons and their riders go crazy?" Lance asked, because every time things went silent he was weirded out. Moordryd simply said, "You wouldn't understand mini-brat."

Cain laughed, "Yeah, you have no idea what we've got planned!"

Lance grinned, "But now I know that you're planning something! Ha-ha!"

Moordryd rolled his eyes, "Nice going Cain, tell him everything, why don't you? Ugh, well, here's that chamber I was talking about."

"Whoa," muttered Lance. The room was a huge pit with dark violet smoke drifting out of it. In the pit were a hundred or so stone columns, Lance guessed that you jumped across the top to the other side. Moordryd folded up the map, and glanced at Cain and Lance. He smirked and asked, "So, who wants to try and jump the creepy pit first?"

"I say we have the mini-brat..." started Cain, but he was not able to finish as a wall behind them started to move forward. Lance yelled, "Everybody, Geronimo!"

Decepshun jumped first, Fracshun and Corshun right behind her. The little dragon that was Fracshun shivered, this was very creepy. He really wanted to go home, rest and eat some candy bars.

'Yum,' he thought, 'Candy!" Fracshun then regained his focus and tried to follow the pattern of jumps that Decepshun and Corshun were executing. The problem was that he was younger and smaller, but for the most part he kept up. They were all at the final jump, a huge gap. Decepshun and Moordryd backed up and leaped, landing on the other side.

Lance gulped, the fissure was huge, but Moordryd made it look so easy. He saw Cain and Corshun tense for the jump, and he and Fracshun jut followed their lead. However, apparently, Corshun and Fracshun weren't as good at jumping as Decepshun, and they just missed the ledge. Cain activated his Rappel Gear, but Lance had none. Fracshun grabbed the edge with his claws, but didn't have enough of a grip to pull himself out.

Moordryd saw that Cain was safe, and could make it up easily, so turned his attention to the Penn kid. Decepshun tried to grab Fracshun without hurting him, and Moordryd grabbed Lance's arm. Decepshun shifted he grip so her jaw was slightly around Fracshun's neck (think like cats) and she and Moordryd pulled, as Cain and Corshun clambered up onto the ledge. Fracshun was pulled up and tumbled into Decepshun, Lance went flying straight into Moordryd's chest, throwing the teen and himself backwards.

"What was that?" asked Cain, "Why'd you help him Moordryd, he's just a stable brat!"

Moordryd dusted himself off and glared at Cain, "I have my reasons, now let's move!"

After another hour though, everyone was getting tired. Lance wasn't even steering anymore; he was back in his half-asleep state. Moordryd noticed this, and that Cain, Corshun, Decepshun, and even he himself were tired as well, so said, "Let's sleep here, we'll continue, well, when somebody wakes up!"

Cain nodded, and all three boys jumped, well Lance more half-fell, off their dragons. The dragons stretched out, and their riders leaned against them. Fracshun made sure that Decepshun was between him and Corshun, that black dragon scared him. In a few minutes, all were asleep.

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"Aww SCALES!" snapped Artha as he came in last place, "I'm too worried about Lance to race!"

"Me too," muttered Kitt, "I came in second!"

"Don't worry, I'm positive Lance hasn't done anything stupid," said Parm, then it dawned on him; this was Lance they were talking about, "Oh, well, if he has, it's merely two more days, I'm certain that he will survive! There is a Sixty-seven-point-thirty-five percent likelihood that he will be perfectly all right!"