Also, do people want flashbacks to the war? 'Cause I have something like 50 of them written in my little notebook.
Dark Chap Dark Chap with violence and some swearing!
Decepshun and Wyldfyr raced out in front of the others, followed by Fracshun and Beau, then finally Cyrano behind. The red dragon could have made easy work of the abandoned streets of the city, but they had to be quiet as well as fast.
"Are you sure this is the way to the city? Dad said it was only little, right?" Lance called to them.
Artha ignored him. He was right. Conner had said it was a 'little settlement' or something like that. This was not a little settlement. This place could be larger than Dragon City, from what they had seen. And no little settlement could be this rich looking. The buildings were perfect, light, like people had enjoyed living here and took pride in it.
"This is too strange." Parm murmured to him. "This place isn't what Conner said it would be. If the city was so big, millions of people would have lived here"
"And all of them have mysteriously disapeared." Moordryd snorted. "Does anyone else think that something has gone wrong here? Something someone's trying to cover up"
"Dad couldn't have anything to do with this!" Lance yelled. "Dad wouldn't hide anything like this from us"
"No one's saying that Lance." Artha said quickly, glaring at Moordryd.
Moordryd turned toward a smaller street, Decepshun growling back at them. Moordryd jumped down off her, kneeling close to one of the buildings.
"What is it?" Kitt asked.
"There are..." Moordryd mumbled. "...people down there"
"Huh"
"Where!"
"Are they alright?"
The four of them shoved Moordryd out of the way and froze. Artha stared in the small window just above the ground, ignoring Kitt's muffled scream. Parm grabbed Lance and dragged him away before he could see.When Moordryd had said people he ment something else;
Corpses.
They looked like they had been there for years.
"Oh my god...what is that!" Artha yelled, falling back and scrambling away from it. "What happened to them"
"They died Penn. I thought that much was obvious." Moordryd said quietly.
Artha looked over at the others in horror. They all looked as sick as he did. Lance had stopped trying to get away from them to see.
"How did they"
"There's more." Moordryd whispered. "Look in every window. There's more of them." He turned around. "Just look at all of them"
"He's right..." Kitt gasped. "Oh god he's right! What did this"
Artha got up shakilly, trying to calm Beau down, who was roaring and backing up. He managed to stop the dragon from bolting altogether, but then Fracshun took off.
"Fracshun!" Lance yelled after him.
Beau magged him in front of himself and sprinted off after the smaller dragon, not waiting for the others.
"Fracshun! Come back!" Lance called desperatly after the little blue dragon.
They found him standing in front of a half collapsed building with some sort of vehicle crashed into it. Apart from the bodies, it was the only sign of violence.
"Fracshun no!" Lance whined as the dragon moved into the crash site, sniffing around the rubble. Something inside came to life with a burst of static before going black again.
Artha jumped down off Beau and walked toward where the static had been. Beau followed him slowly, nervous.
The small screen came to life in front of the four, crackling before making any sence.
-As you can see from the footage we've collected, everything did not go as we had hoped...did everything we could to explain it, but there really is no answer- The image crackled worse.
"It's a dragon priest!" Lance whispered.
-We sent them in to keep...peace...city. They did their jobs...safe...people stopped fighting...but then...- The screen became clear. -The wraiths, we controlled them. They did as they were told, a way of policeing the city. The people did as they were told. But then, through no fault in the gear, the wraiths became...well, their rage increased beyond madness. The people stayed in their houses, but they found a way in. The wraiths, they...eat people. All the people here...millions of deaths, and the dragons...went with the wraiths. Got changed into them-
"They made them." Parm whispered, making both Lance and Artha jump. "Oh my god..." He moved to look closer at the screen. "And someone else has seen this after it was filmed! Look, it's been sent to someone"
No one else knew how he could be sure, but he began to type away on the small keyboard underneath the screen.
"What are you doing?" Artha muttered.
"Seeing who this was fed too. It shouldn't take more than a minute." He told the other teen over his shoulder. "There! Oh"
"Well, who did it go to?" Kitt asked, sounding shaken.
"The signal is the same as...Word Payne's"
They all turned to Moordryd at the same time. He stared at Parm in shock for a minute before speaking.
"How...how long ago"
"Three years, according to this."
"Th...three years?" Moordryd stuttered. "He...he knew this would happen"
"I guess so." Kitt muttered.
Moordryd took this in, clenching his teeth and turning on his heel. "Decepshun, mag me"
"Moordryd!" Artha yelled, running to Beau as Decepshun magged her rider and took off. "Crap, you guys stay here, I'll find him"
Beau magged Artha and he rushed after Decepshun.
"Moordryd! Wait!" Artha yelled.
To his surprise, Decepshun slowed. Moordryd jumped off her, staring at the ground. Artha followed and walked up behind him.
"Hey, Moordryd are you alrig"
"Of corse I'm alright!" Moordryd snapped, his head coming up as he twisted to face Artha. "Why woudn't I be alright"
"Well, nothing it's just"
"You thought I would break down over Word doing knowing that the wraiths were going to kill people"
"Moordryd"
"You thought wrong! I'm fine!" he yelled. "Why would I care what Word does anymore! He doesn't care about what I do, so why would I care about him!" Artha stood back and let him rant. " God damn it...three years! He knew this could happen for three years! He let them in our home! With..." he stopped. "What the hell was I worth to him"
"What?" Artha asked quietly.
"If he knew that the wraiths would start killing people, then why would he let them near me, near my crew! Were we that worthless to him!" Moordryd yelled furiously, making Decepshun jump forward and nuzzle his back in some attempt to calm him down. Moordryd froze and put a hand on the top of her head. "Shite...How the hell could he do that to them?" He whisperd. "How could he do that to me? I'm his son..." He looked up at Artha. "I'm his son"
"I know." Artha murmured, walking forward to hug him. "I know"
"Am I thank fuckinge worthless"
"You're not worthless Moordryd." Artha said firmly. "He was just blind. You're not worthless." He hugged Moordryd tighter and burried his face into the pale teens hair. Moordryd relaxed and just stood there, letting Artha comfort him.
"Oh geez...we're so sorry!" A voice almost screeched.
The two jerked apart to glare at a heavilly blushing Kitt, a shocked Parm and a very confused Lance.