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Here is the next chapter, again the story in general overall has not change, but details have, so enjoy the story!

Chapter 12: Approaching Storm

-Saber's pov-

At the mention of an uncle, I instantly recalled some experiences with mine and none were nice to remember for me. But that is the relation I have with the man I call uncle, I don't like him and I highly doubt he is any fonder of me. We more have learned to… tolerate one another to the minimum required level to not kill each other. I mentally slapped myself to get back to the present as Cyra chattered about Cyril being her uncle. I couldn't stop myself but mutter my thoughts, "It must be interesting to have Cyril as your uncle."

She looked at me quizzically, "What do you mean?"

I wonder if there is something along the lines of abuse here, it's a subject I certainly know well. But back to the point, "Well first, Cyril is a guardian, so everyone knows him. Second, he comes off as for lack of a better term, a bit high and mighty or prideful, yet reasonable."

"Well yes, he can come off that way, he is the guardian of ice though I wouldn't say he is prideful necessarily. Cyril is really a good dragon, he always goes out of his way to help others and if I were to ever need him, I know he would be there," Cyra said. As Cyra then went on to describe how Cyril really was, I had to admit to myself that I was getting jealous of Cyra and her relationship with Cyril. The reason for that feeling was obvious to me, where the relationship between Cyra and Cyril was the ideal one to have between niece and uncle, the one I had with my uncle was the complete opposite of that! Where Cyra got the time to talk to Cyril about stuff, I got rants and lectures from my uncle. Cyra was showered with praises, I got yelled at for things I am rarely at fault for, then around fifty percent of the time, my uncle is drunk while doing that said yelling. "I mean he will scold me on occasion, but," Cyra was saying.

How fortunate for her for it to be like that for her, because I can't remember the last time I 'just got scolded' from the man that was my uncle. It was sad it had been so long since I started to be beaten with the triads, it was very hard to recall the times without. Let's see where was I? Oh yeah, Cyra got scolded and I got beatings. …You know, this is really not helping my mood, in fact, it is making it worse! Thoughts about my uncle have that effect on me yet, being in my position, which is understandable. I couldn't stay quiet any longer with the way Cyra was going on about Cyril. I had to break this pattern for my own mental well-being since memories of my uncle seem to wear down that health. "Must be nice," I admitted a tad bitterly.

Cyra stopped talking and looked at me, "What?"

I focused on Cyra, "I meant it must be nice to have an uncle like that," I said flatly. "I wish my uncle was like that even if it is only every so often, I would take that over what I have had to deal with."

"Wait you have an uncle," questioned Cyra. "What is he like?"

Cyra sounded excited as she asked her questions, it makes it hard to provide the truth that would very likely sadden her. "I sure do have an uncle, yet he is nothing like Cyril though. He can be described in four words very well, a drunken dirtbag!"

"Huh," Cyra uttered.

I sighed, "If I were to say my uncle and I don't get along, it would be a huge understatement. If anything it is more accurate to say we really can't stand being in the same room for more than a minute without an argument followed by a fight of some sort."

Cyra kept looking at me confused to which I sighed as it was clear she didn't understand the short explanation I was giving. This was going to be a long and somewhat painful experience and this wouldn't be nice for her. I had gotten used to how my uncle is over the years, I get the feeling Cyra has never been around someone like him. "Well, I will say that it is rare for me to dislike another person specifically and not by genre or type. However, my uncle is one of those few exceptions that I can say I dislike with a passion! In his defense marginal as it may be, it isn't easy when one's life goes down the drain. Nevertheless, that is by no means an excuse to take out your problems on another. That is why my uncle is a dirtbag because he does just that with me. His life fell apart and he took the resulting problems out on me for years in the end and then some no less!"

I was bitter at my uncle, I'll admit it but I have my reason for being so and the years of ongoing abuse give me many of them. His wife leaving him was the event that started the plummet downward, I've never heard the whole story as to why she left. Still, that drove him to drink and to drown his problems in it and that in turn pushed his problems on to me by him berating me and beating me! I had the scars to prove the point of the ongoing abuse and I should curse alcohol but, I just see it being used as an excuse to be an idiot and that was my uncle in a nutshell. "You humans talk differently than most. Now that I have heard you more, you talk kind of like Cynder, she says weird lines too," Cyra said.

Weird lines… wait does Cyra mean sarcasm!? And here I thought Dragons didn't do that, but I guess I was wrong, HALLELUJAH! If this mean sarcasm exists, then I will have to spend some time with Cynder real soon and see just how much dragons know about the wonderful subject that is sarcasm. I feel a slight uplift in my mood knowing that, "Those 'weird' lines as you call them are part of the wonderful art known as sarcasm and inference. Simply put sarcasm is used to make light of an idea or point. Most of the time it is ironic as it is sharp and is usually meant to be insulting to the one it is aimed at indirectly. Some of us humans have a tendency to use it whereas I, myself use it a great deal, especially when it is aimed at certain… individuals. An inference is using commonly known ideas or object to get across a point to another without saying it bluntly. The human language and society are very heavily based on the idea of inference."

Cyra nodded her head slowly, "Then what does 'one's life going down the drain' mean?"

"Um let's see how to say this," I mused and paused for a moment, "it is an inference that means that a person or dragon or any other race you care to name has their life goes really badly. It goes with the idea that how water goes down the drain so can live in the same manner. Things just keep going wrong and it sucks."

Cyra still looked confused at what I was telling her, "I understand a little what this sarcasm idea is. However I still don't get this in-fur-rance thing you are talking about," she replied.

I sighed in reluctant acceptance to hard fact, "Yes, I believe that the subject of inference as humans know it is an idea that is currently beyond the understanding of dragons," I admitted. Then I let out a muffled sigh, "That fact itself is a good portion of my dilemma of bringing about the understanding of and about humans. I guess I will use a line from you dragons in this instance, May the Ancestors help me!"

Now, I will say that the morning jaunt had done wonders for my mood as much as time away from IC. The talk with Cyra had helped me to get to know her better and I had to agree with something Seth had said, she loved adventure and was a loyal friend. Granted, there was still a lot to learn about her, but for the moment we have been getting along well enough. And with lunch coming up, there was very little that could dampen my growingly good mood. I could think of at least one thing that could, that thing is or more bluntly someone I shall not name. Nevertheless, it seemed that IC was avoiding me which I wouldn't complain about in the slightest. I wondered if it was thanks to Spyro or someone else that Sparx was nowhere to be found, or if it's something else.

Anyways, I was walking towards the mess hall following the smell of food that was most likely lunch in the making. I didn't hesitate at all, just strolled into the hall that was already starting to fill up with dragons. When I was getting the food for lunch I paused for a second when I got a look and the food itself. Lunch today looked to be some kind of meat that I really couldn't tell what it had been originally. I mean, the meat was brown, yet had tints of yellow sporadically located on the meat, which gets me to pause and wonder. Now the yellow color worried me slightly since yellow wasn't normally one you expect on meat, at least I can't recall the color on any meat I've eaten. Yet, I was starting to learn it was better at times like this not to ask where the meat you're eating comes from or what it was. It tends to be better not to know what you are eating for one's own piece of mind, or I tend to think so. Besides, the meat turned out to be actually pretty tasty I found as I consumed it, so I see no need to know what it had been.

Eating lunch would have been a peaceful thing to experience if it weren't for the feel of the stares I was getting from the other dragons and dragonesses here. I was beginning to acclimate to the unwanted attention I was attracting, but it still wasn't nice to get. I can understand that to the dragon race, I'm for lack of a better term odd, weird, strange, or mix of the those three. Still, this is becoming a little more than ridiculous, also not to say also rude honestly. Like humans, unfortunately, dragons appeared to be prone to gossip and have a habit of doing such. My ears had started to pick up some of the gossips the dragons were saying about me and between the variations of the ape-based names they would call me to the looks I receive, I didn't know which was worse. So I just continued eating my lunch and paid no mind to the stares for it wasn't a new thing to me.

At one point, I glanced over to the entrance, as another large group of dragons came in and I spotted a familiar purple scaled dragon in the flow of the crowd. Yet, with all the noise in the hall, I'm forced to concede that even my voice wouldn't be heard even at the top volume. That left me with two options to get Spyro's attention; that was to make my way to Spyro, or plan B as I'd come to call it for various reasons that I shouldn't get into. The first option didn't exactly appeal to me as I would most likely lose the table I was at and my peaceful lunch would end as well.

So, that leaves a rendition of Plan B, which the B of Plan B can stand for several different things, but in this case, would be belching as in projectile belching. If my belching performance before wasn't an example as to the power that mine had, I can assure that none can ignore for long with what plan B would do. Should the volume of the said belching doesn't get the desired attention, then the smell certainly will and how… let me tell you. Seeing that Spyro had already gotten to see and hear an example of my abilities in this area, I am confident he will know it is me.

I put down the food I was eating before reaching for my pack and brought it over to my side. I started rummaging through it looking for an item I kept in here only for most extreme of emergencies and the like. Once I'd gotten a grip on the 'canned' item I was looking for that could be considered dangerous in my possession. Although, it was then I somehow through all the noise heard the voice I wished to hear the least, "Probably got lost somewhere on the way to here or something," said a voice that causes me to seethe in anger.

It wasn't just because it was the lightbulb with wings speaking as he always ticked me off when he opened his mouth. It was also the fact that I was still really mad from this yesterday's experience of ice boots. So I would make this directional so that IC would learn a lesson, I personally guarantee that. I brought out the can I had grabbed and brought it out of my pack as an evil smile came to my face. What I had in hand was a 'steel can' in my hand looked much like any twelve-ounce soda can and I guess you could call what was contained a 'soda' of sorts, not a normal kind though.

You see, when the occasion that my friends and I had some time to ourselves we tried to come up with unique drinks that would have the various effect, some that could be dangerous. It came from a challenge that we had gotten from some boys from another dojo. This can contain one of the results of our work and in the said can be a liquid that my friends and I jokingly called 'the bass cannon' and that became its name. It may be crude, but it did get the point of what the results would be across clearly enough most of the time. With the mixture of carbonation and other ingredients that I won't name, this liquid was dangerous, especially in my possession.

Now normally, I wouldn't consider this plan, after all, to cause others or specifically dragons trouble intentionally is rather mean. I would expect that kind of inattention of others to come from IC himself. It's possible that dragons wouldn't react as I predict, I can't say how they see belching, let alone what I can belt out… I guess it is about to see. I felt a little hesitant with this idea yet, the bug was overdue for a lesson, so I was okay with the possible outcome. I would just have to watch where I aimed, that's all. I popped open the can and heard the hiss of air coming out as the pressure released from the can before taking a deep breath and then chugged down the whole contents of the can. Within around ten seconds I had down the liquid, then I put the can down on the table and whipped my mouth clean.

I rose immediately, distancing myself from as many dragons and dragonesses as I could. I did this as quickly as I could since I was on a time limit for the ammo I had just downed as it was potent to an extreme. It was to the point that you could set your watch to the timing this stuff has and I kid you not about that. I say that because the timing had been tested with this concoction we found that there was between forty to forty point three seconds from the time of drinking the liquid and the first belch. It had already been more than twenty seconds down from that minimum forty, so I got to the main walkway in the hall in the next ten seconds. I knew the belch was coming as I felt the buildup that sped up in the last ten seconds on the forty. So, I planted my feet squarely on the floor, then put my hands in a cupping shape around my mouth and prepared for what was coming.

As if a cannon was fired, so came the belch I had for the volume boomed through the hall and resounded as it bounced off the walls ahead, overriding most other sounds. I sustained the belch for a good fifteen seconds and it had the air vibrating to an extent before it died and got Spyro looking at me trying to keep a straight face among other things. Cynder was behind him, which worked for her and me to our good fortunes as well as my own, I really didn't want a repeat of the last time I was around Cynder and belching was involved. Seth and Cyra weren't too far behind them, while the lightbulb with wings I was satisfied to see had been shaken nicely enough. At least, he was having trouble hovering, "Nice to see you finally make it Spyro. I was starting to wonder if I would be done and finished with lunch by the time you got here," I said this in a hoarse voice I got from the belch then, I turned my head to face Sparx, "As for you ya backstabbing gossiper, I have a very good sense of direction thank you very much, so I rarely get lost, and don't you forget that fact. I just sometimes take the scenic route, by the way, what do you think about one of my better belch shots? Does it live up to your expectations? Take that in exchange for the ice boots I received due to the information you gave out about me."

Seth burst out laughing, followed shortly by Cyra and by that time most of the other dragons and dragonesses had returned to their meals. Spyro and the other walked over to me, IC glaring at me still working on getting over my belch. I returned the glare with one of my own, "Hey you asked me a few days ago that you wanted to see one of my best belches. I deliver you one of my better ones and you seem to have a problem, the irony of it all."

The stare down didn't last all that long and in that timeframe, the others got lunch and we all sat, excluding the housefly who was hovering at a table and the other ate their meal. As I'd already finished my lunch I was content to just sit there. This was one of the growingly familiar experiences of being in good company. It was one of the major reasons why I spent as much time as possible at the dojo. Spyro, Cynder, Seth, and Cyra were for me, friends and becoming more so all the time and that was good company in my view. I could do easily without Sparx, but one can't have the good without the ba-I mean, not so good.

"It looks like you are in a better mood now than you were in the morning," commented Seth.

I turned to Seth who had just spoken, "Yeah, I have had time to cool off and calm down. That does not mean I have forgotten what you said this morning IC!" I said looking at the bug for a moment before continuing, "However, doing the things that I have thought about doing to you IC at this time isn't worth it, tempting though some ideas may be. It is one of the things that friends do for friends, they try to be nice to others their friends know." I said looking over to Spyro.

It took a great deal of effort not to jerk back at the sight of Spyro for it was a sight I hadn't expected to see it. I swear, if emotion could be physically seen, then Spyro would have a large black cloud directly over his head. That cloud would be pouring the same amount that fifty-gallon drums of water would hold over and over onto Spyro. In other words, Spyro was gloomy about something and extremely so at that!

"Um, Spyro you have something that is troubling you, which you may want to talk about maybe? Good golly this is getting really awkward," I said, not knowing what to say to him, let alone what was making him so gloomy.

Contrary to what many might think, my ability to read body language isn't the same as mind reading though it can seem that way. What was telling was Cynder looking worriedly at Spyro, "Spyro I believe it is okay to tell him, maybe he could help. You need to talk about this, it is hurting you to keep it to yourself about this and I do not like to see you like this," she urged.

Cynder wasn't wrong, whatever was making Spyro miserable was dragging him down badly and it wasn't healthy. I waited for Spyro to tell me or just to keep going in gloom yet, it took a while for Spyro to speak up, "Well Saber it started not too long after you left this morning."

-Spyro POV-

I stared at the door that Saber had left through and he had looked mad about what Sparx had said to him. This was going to take work to fix, still, I thought Sparx knew better than to insult Saber's teacher.

"Oh good going Sparx, you really got yourself in a wonderful place this time, better than any before now. I swear you are going to get yourself killed someday Sparx and Saber is the likely one to do that to you with how things are going," snapped Cynder.

I looked over at Cynder and I had to admit that she had a point even if she had said it in that interesting way of hers. Things were about to get worse and I stepped forward to stop a fight, but then Terrador entered the room. He glanced over at me, "Ah Spyro there you are, I have been looking for you," he said.

My gaze locked onto Terrador to see the worry on his face, so I paid more attention as this had to be important. "Spyro, I am sorry to tell you this but, we lost contact with Ruben," he went on.

Shock filled me along with worry at this statement for it was bad news about my friend Ruben. I had met him and befriended him around two years ago, not long after the events of Malefor's defeat. We had become close to the point that we were like brothers, one of the few that had gotten to be like that to me. Ruben had gone out around twenty-one days ago to go and check on something for the guardians or that was what he said before leaving. He had come to me before he had left and told me he was going to the northeast and he could not say exactly why. He somehow kept in contact with the guardians, but little more than that. "Terrador please let me go look for him," I begged.

Terrador shook his head, "I am sorry Spyro, but we cannot allow that at this time. We need you here," he returned.

But why, it sounds like no one was being sent to find out what had happened and that was not right. Ruben just disappearing should not be waved off without attempts to look for him being done, and it did not sound like any of that was being done. Yet, what could I say that could change Terrador's mind?

-Saber's pov-

Spyro finished his story looking gloomier than before and it was understandable if what he had said is as I believed he had tried to say. Still, I thought it would be a good idea to confirm the important facts of this problem so that I didn't have any misconceptions. Yet… I've got a hunch that it would make Spyro's mood worse, but no helping that, "So, let me see if I have the facts straight, your friend Ruben left around twenty-one days ago to parts unknown. He went to say parts to check on something that only is known to and for the guardians," I asked. Spyro nodded, so I continued, "Okay, then a few days ago whatever way or means that Ruben used to keep in contact with the Guardian stopped working."

Spyro nodded again and I could tell his mood was falling fast, "Lastly, you want to go find Ruben, but Terrador will not allow you to go, that correct?" Spyro replied in the affirmative in gloomy acceptance, to which I shook my head in frustration and incredulity with what I was coming to comprehend. Seriously, I'm left to really wonder what the Guardians were thinking on several levels and a portion of those aren't nice. I mean, some of the things that they do make a little sense, although it took a good deal of figuring to understand if you could. The majority of their actions, on the other hand, make very little if any sense and yet, not a single dragon question them! Yeah, obviously they are the leaders of the dragon race, I made that connection from the references made about them by others.

So then should I pose the question that at least I think should be asked? Am I the only here that sees these leaders being given blind faith like I've seen is a problem?! Maybe it's me questioning the system like I have a tendency and the inclination to do naturally, but I think there's more to it than just that. I get that faith is hoping for things that you don't see and hoping for things to work out and I don't discount the good of the ideal. But there is a line between faith and blind ignorance and it's ignorance I fully believe I'm seeing. There are common sense and logic that should be employed and if they don't then expect issues from ignorant stupidity. And this was enforced by the Guardians being seen as infallible when by the results of their 'actions' clearly show that they are not.

For example, that they send a dragon out alone is stupid at this time, and you might as well call it akin to a death sentence, or close to the majority of the time. Or how about sending the one that saved the world into territory that is controlled by those that want him dead. How these guardians could justify that is beyond me and I don't want to hear the crap they would say. All the while they stay here in Warfang not doing the job themselves, and that makes me suspicious of them. To make things worse, they send the said dragon into parts that even the guardians themselves knew little about. You can call me paranoid if you want, but that has been what keeps me alive up till now and will continue to do so I bet.

That view is from what I'd gathered on how things are here the dragon realm, so how what might be called a fragile peace has been kept is kind of confusing to me. However, I would assume that such things could change at any time and with little effort. It may be a tad insulting as well as ignorant of me to ask why one would listen to the guardians, but I do so anyway for this was getting outright dumb and ridiculous. "All righty then, first I would question much of what the guardians say to do and the sense it makes. Second, why do you follow what you are told so blindly, or does it come naturally for you to do so," I inquired irritably.

"What do you mean," questioned Spyro.

I stared at Spyro then shook my head, pinching the bridge of my nose, "Again Spyro, take a second, step back and look at the overall picture with the facts you know, then ask yourself 'what could happen'. Does it make sense for one dragon or dragoness to go off alone when the realm is in an unstable state that it is currently? Take into account that the area that they're being sent to is one that little is known and the only known fact is it was where one of those who made the dragon realm a bad place once were located. With what you have told me and what I have seen, it does not make any sense at all if your goal is to keep dragons alive to do what the Guardians have. If anything, what this tells me is the guardians have an extremely high expectation of this Ruben, or else he is seen as expendable." I paused and bowed to Spyro, "I certainly hope that it is the first rather than the second as from the first impressions I got does not make me think the guardians are out to get anyone killed intentionally. The fact of the matter is the action of the guardians show that they one of three things; unwise, ignorant or just plain trying to kill off particular dragons and dragoness."

There was silence and unease at my tangent though I continued, "It may be that I am human, but if someone is telling me to do something that involves me being alone on something and in a place that bad types have been, I wonder and want to know why. The fact that if something goes wrong or for me, it is more when something goes wrong, I have to then deal with it alone and that is not nice or wise most of the time."

Spyro looked down at the table sad now as well as the increased gloomy feel. I immediately felt guilty at what I said, "Spyro look, I am sorry about saying that since I think I have done little to help you worry less about your friend. I just do not see the logic of the reasoning of the guardians and that worries me in many different ways." There was an awkward silence for a bit, before I spoke again, "So, if you cannot go, then does that mean that Terrador meant that no one else could go look for your friend Ruben?"

Spyro's head shot up from the table and looked me straight in the eyes a ray of hope in glimmering through, "You would do that Saber?"

My purple friend sounded relieved at my offer to look for his friend, so I nodded with a smile, "Absolutely although," I said before putting a hand to my chin, "It would be nice to have at least one other with me to travel with, preferably one who knows a little about the part of the realm I will be going into."

Almost immediately as I finish speaking Cyra entered the conversation, "I will go with you Saber!"

She sounded very excited about this, and I have little idea why other than a guess. Yes, I know she loves adventure and I would bet that is part of it, but I felt there was more to it. By the information, I had thus far the area I and my traveling companion or group was a very nasty place to go. So, excitement wasn't the reaction I was hoping for exactly "I will go as well if you would like Saber," remarked Seth.

I looked over at Seth slightly surprise for I hadn't expected that "Um sure Seth, I think it would be nice for you to come. So then Seth and Cyra can you be ready by tomorrow after lunch," I posed.

Both of them nodded and that timing set, couldn't help but think that this journey was certainly going to be an interesting one. Some of those points of interest would be my traveling companions, a major point in fact. Cyra, the adventure-loving loyal dragoness and Seth the kind and selfless dragon being my boon companions. I believe that I could depend on them if things get rough and that is a good contingency to have.

Then, there is a lack of information on the place we are going and that doesn't sit well with me at all. This whole 'outing' had trouble with a huge capital T written all over it and it was important to be prepared for that kind of thing. I can't help the line 'What a motley crew we will be, oh boy' comes to my brain. I turned back to Spyro and smiled, "See Spyro, when you are in trouble, the first ones you should turn to are your friends. We try to help in what ways we can, through thick and thin friend are always there!" I stood up and stretched, "Well now that is settled, time to get ready for tomorrow."

"Why choose tomorrow to head off and not today," inquired Cyra excitedly.

I looked over to Cyra to see that she was almost jumping up and down with excitement. You know, now that I think about it, she reminds me of someone I know… one with black hair and an over cheerful personality. I felt a cold shiver go down my spine, oh please don't let Cyra be like her, that's the very last thing I need to deal with, anyone but her. I mentally groaned at the thought of a girl that I had been around back at the dojo. The said girl seemed nice and excitable at first yet didn't have a real clue what her actions did to others most of the time. My bones got sore around her, and I didn't like that idea and I wouldn't be the only one that suffered with her.

"Well one of the reasons being that my sword is at the moment getting worked on and sharpened and that work will not be done until tomorrow as I believe Hawkins the mole said to me. The other reason is, I know better than to rush headlong into a place I know nothing about, you tend to end up getting into trouble," I replied.

Seth stepped forward and gave Cyra a look that said to calm down, "Saber is right Cyra the more we know about the area we are going in the more we can prepare and the better off we will be," he said.

I thought about this for a moment, since Terrador had said that Spyro wasn't to go, then I very seriously doubt he'd be okay with anyone else going either. Assuming that I'm right, having Terrador finding out about this planned venture before we actually left would be very bad indeed. I decided to voice my concern, "Oh Seth, Cyra, and I would do well to say Spyro and Cynder as well, would be a wise idea that Terrador does not find out about this venture. So, when we ask for information that we require needs to be done in such a way that the activity does not come to Terrador's knowledge. Talking to those we can trust not to tell or inform Terrador in any way would be ideal. Unfortunately, I really don't know who would fall into that category at this point."

Spyro nodded, understanding what I was saying about not letting Terrador know. The plan of Seth, Cyra and I was planning to go look for Ruben and we were going without the permission of the guardians. As Terrador was the head of the guardians and would most likely be the loudest voice against the idea. I cleared my throat, "There is a human phrase that comes to mind at times like this," everyone was looking at me now. "It goes 'It is better to ask for forgiveness than permission' or something like that. In other words, at times like this better to go and do and get scolded later than to ask to go."

"Well if that is the case then I think Solara is one that we can trust not to tell Terrador if we ask and explain the situation to her. Only if it becomes necessary will she say anything. Cyril is out he will not allow it and would go to Terrador directly. Volteer would talk about this to anyone and everyone, so he is out too," suggested Cynder and I turned to her as she continued, "I would think Spectra would do the same for us."

Cyra looked at Seth a little doubtfully, "Do you really think that Spectra would let you go with Saber and me? I mean that is the reason I am not telling Cyril, along with the reason Cynder gave which he would do just that," replied Cyra.

I thought about what Cyra had said for it had merit, no question. I didn't know how protective Spectra was of Seth her younger brother. Still, if it were someone else to explain the situation then maybe it could be easier for Seth to be able to go. "I agree with Cyra, but perhaps if I were to go and explain to Spectra. Well then maybe she would let Seth go," I posed.

Seth looked at me as if I had said something completely insane… maybe there is more to asking Spectra than I originally thought? "You really intend to talk to Spectra on my behalf. Oh, Chronicler help you to come out in one piece," said Seth.

I looked at the black dragon, it wasn't the reaction I had expected by any means and it worried me. I've seen what dragons can be like when they get violent to an extent, firsthand experience in fact. Yet, by the way, Seth talked, sounded more like Spectra could really do damage in several different ways and it would be to me in this case. I don't like how this is sounding at all! "Is Spectra really that bad or is it that she is willing to go that far to protect you?" I inquired a tad nervously.

Seth sighed at my question, which didn't help my mood, "I would say she is a little of both of those." He said.

A sigh escaped me at the answer, "Oh lucky lucky me, it would have been nice to have been warned about her temperament. Please tell me she does not have an interest in torture that would be all I need."

Seth was silent, but he frowned a little and that was enough of an answer for me, right on the money I was. This was just wonderful, granted, have a high pain tolerance, but this is starting to sound like the development of a kind of S&M type of thing. That idea is something I try to avoid like the plague I can assure you… bad experience with such things in the past.

A/n

And that's where chapter 12 will leave off, hope you're liking the rewrite please some of you take the time to write reviews, thank you for reading this.