The White Dragon Chronicles

by Blackshadow999

An ancient legend that fell into oblivion comes to the light once more. The dragon realm has had a fragile peace for two years after the fall of Malefor. Then A human, Saber mysteriously appears in the dragon realm. When things of history thought lost begin to be seen once more; fear grips many, none can choose how events will turn out in the end.

32. Recounting Time Past

A/n

The next chapter and the first chapter of the second part of the Chronicles. As I said before, the story line itself hasn't change but details have and just the general flow has been polished. Enjoy the story

Chapter 32: Recounting Time Past

There are many things that come with seeing those that one hasn't interacted with for a period of time. Depending on the individuals involved it can be a good experience or one that is best if it is short and brief. When the reunion is a good one, it tends to be a joyful event filled with happy feelings. In many instances, there is exchanging of information on events and situations that happened for one another.

So it was for Saber in this, being able to see his friends that he had parted with not on his own terms. Spyro and others that knew Saber had been more than worried about his sudden disappearance. Thus when Saber reappeared, there were feelings of relief for his safety. However, there was also confusion due to they change Saber had undergone and those now with him.

-Saber's pov-

Is the Narrator done? Thank the ancestors for that, he's been getting eloquent with the narrations as of late and it's becoming tedious if you ask me. However, that's me ranting as I really can't say much to or about the Narrator as trouble with follow and I avoid that the best I am able. Anyway, let me get back to telling my story and move on from there. So, where I left off was the Battle of Warfang ending I believe. Yes, the apes had been shooed away and everything and I had reunited with my friends and they had met my newer 'friends' from Carona.

So, where some might think that after a hard fought battle I would perhaps get a break and get to recover for a bit, I say think freaking again. This is me were talking about after all, the things that make my life what it is don't take days off often. But let me save a bit of time and give you a summary of what kind of happened for the timeframe that has passed as it has been an amount. For all of those who have been here from the beginning of the recounting of my tale, you know just how mind blowing it has been thus far. Starting from the time I came to the Dragon Realm, there has always been something or someone that either demanded my attention or a problem that required me to be the fixer for. I could give more specific examples of what I'm talking about, but I feel I would be needlessly repeating myself.

That being said for the record, I'm apparently some kind of universal handy man for dragon kind and a marvelous ground breaking engineering hero to the moles. I don't know what to the cheetah tribe and I'm not sure if I want to know for some of them with mixed messages I get from them. None of which jobs or positions I asked for or was even given the choice to be put in but again, the idea is frequent enough for me to not be unheard of.

But forgive me, I getting sidetracked with my ranting in this, let me get back to the summary I was going to get into. So, the time period I'll be covering spans more than nine months and that was since the Battle of Warfang. There was first of course, the accounting to those I hadn't seen for a time, but that had been after I had taken the time to eat and sleep which I think I deserved. Sue me if you think that's unreasonable for wanting to do that before explaining things. For the record, I would win the argument, so better to shut up and listen to me tell this chronicle, it will go better if it goes that way.

So, when we had gotten together a few days after the battle, the group had consisted of Spyro, Cynder, Seth and Cyra, as well as, Lara, Tarra, Fredrick and of course myself. They are overall, my friends that I got and can somehow stand being around me which I don't attempt to explain for lack of more fitting and nicer terms. All of them had a right to be involved in the discussion even if it isn't a discussion I had been looking the most forward to back at the time.

The discussion took place in the room that belongs to Spyro and Cynder which was on the third floor of the temple and it was the larger than our rooms so it worked out better to choose theirs. That did bring up an interesting fact that I hadn't been aware of which was the second floor of the temple was for those that are unbounded or those without mates to live in if they don't have a place in Warfang itself, single in other words. Whereas the third floor was for those that were mates and hadn't moved out of the temple for whatever reason. It kind of makes me think of a dorm or something similar as the room I've taken up residence in is basically akin to a mid-size dorm room which is good for me. Personally, I don't intend to get together with anyone else in the near future, I have enough issues that I get to deal with without adding relationship problems to the mix.

Anyway, when all of us were there in the room with me being the connection that bound them together, which for whatever reason meant that I got to act as a kind of mediator of sorts. The problem as some of you listening might guess is I'm not good with that type of thing and that has been made crystal clear over the years I assure you. I'm what some might call a 'loner' and I have no issue with that, tends to work better for me. I would also be seen as a bachelor when Lara was concerned I think, but that's besides the point right now. Although, that sums up much of my problem with relationships I suck with them, up till a little while ago at least. It can be better said as 'and then came Spyro' and he started the change I was going through. My meeting Spyro and been a life altering and changing event! Then things kept developing from there to what they are now.

We had 'sat' in a circle which is so odd to say 'sat' as that usually implies a chair being involved. Humanistic thinking I know, but it comes from being human for the length of time I have been one. However, as dragons don't have such things or have the real need of them with haunches and all. There was a bit of an awkward silence in the room as the dragons and dragonesses stared at each other. I know that both groups of my friends are meeting one another for the first time, but this is getting extremely uncomfortable for me being in the middle of it all.

Now to the seating order as it were; Spyro sat directly across from me and he looked a great deal better than he did earlier. To his left was Cynder which is no real surprise as it is my understanding that it is traditional. The dragoness mated to a dragon tends to sit on the male's right as their default spot. Why that is, I haven't the faintest idea, never have liked or listened to tradition myself. To Cynder's right was Fredrick and he looked calm or at least that's what he appeared to look like as my glance fell on him. Only his face showed small signs that he was worried about something, what I don't know.

Tarra followed Fredrick in the circle as well as being on my left and she was still glancing around the circle nervously. That wasn't surprising for her with the personality that Tarra has, her shy nature is much more severe than any I had met previously. As such she was staying close to what she knew aka me as a result of her shyness. To my right as some might guess was Lara as she had pretty much staked out that particular spot for herself, which if I understand draconic tradition is the mate's position normally. My only issue with that was her body language was practically screaming at me that she wanted to jump on me, straddle my nether regions and mate right here and now and that's not okay. Thankfully, Lara was holding herself in check and not listening to her instincts telling her to jump my bones. However, Lara was sending covert glances at Tarra that said for her to back off without Lara actually saying that out loud wasn't comfortable.

Back to the circle and positioning, Cyra was on the right of Lara and her gaze was going between Lara and Tarra. She had an expression of curiosity as her gaze kept switching between the two dragonesses. And finally, Seth was next to Cyra and on Spyro's left side my right as well as the last in the circle. For at least we dragons in the circle, there was an awkwardness hovering and no words needed to be said to know that. So yeah, position didn't make the awkwardness that was in the room worse but it certainly didn't help make it better either.

The one interesting thing in my view was the change in view that I had now from what I had before. What might that mean? Let me put it to you this way, the members of the dragon race on average are larger than humans are tall. The last time I had been around Spyro and co, I had been human and had literally been forced to look up at them when speaking to them directly. Now however, the tables have reversed as I'm taller than Spyro is by a margin in height and length. Why I am taller and longer than others "my age", I haven't the faintest freaking clue but I'll take what perks I can get lately, they're some of the few things going well for me.

So, on to the talk and accounting with friends that I did, I was happy to be able to talk with those who can stand to be around me for an extended period. Spyro and Seth were ones that I found I could be much more open with than the vast majority. Mostly since they were two who had listened to my venting and hadn't shied away or thought me a crazy idiot. That in itself is a rather rare quality for anyone to have that I've seen. The two dragons are the first close friends that I have had that are close to being more than just good friends and more like Koren had been with me other than one other individual. What is between me and that said individual is kind of complicated and is a story for a different time.

In short, I felt more at ease around Spyro and Seth which is pretty rare for me to feel around others honestly. It's one of the factors that developed my habit to avoid being noticed by others more often than not. Because of that, I haven't been able to afford to drop my guard if I want to live a somewhat peaceful life. Aside from my bad luck it's due to me being not what one might call the most social guy, or life of the party. …No scratch that, put simply I'm an outcast to society and most of those I was around and didn't associate with would call me a freak and a weirdo. So, I don't really know very well how to interact with others and haven't had the best motivation to improve that.

Plus, looking back, I had noticed that during the time I HADN'T been with friends in the Dragon Realm, things had been much worse than they normally are in ways that I hadn't experienced in years! And yes, my life could be hell at times, I will testify to that point and have plenty of past experiences to back up my standing. Truthfully, I'm just surprised that the meddling punk Shea hadn't… well never mind, bad subject to get into. My point is that you avoid unnecessary problems to the best of your abilities but that comes at a price. Said price is just more defined for me than most others, that's how I have lived my life up till now but that has been changing.

The why of how my life turns out the way it is, would be something that I have no freaking idea how to explain logically or by any other means, and honestly, I stopped trying years ago. The best I've ever come up with, which none in the Dragon Realm have comprehended is due to a couple of things. The foremost of course, would be my bad freaking luck doing its frustrating thing and doing so consistently as beeping clockwork.

To give an idea, my luck is like close to a science it's that freaking dependable with its consistency. And scarier still is you combine that with it being unavoidable and precise along with not be affected by other forces period. Said luck has proven such to me or it would be more accurate to say it has shoved them in my face and rubbed them in while laughing with glee. Hence, I have never been able to explain how my bad luck really works, I just can't deny that my luck does what it does and performs it well!

And yet, Spyro and Seth somehow counteracted my horrendously bad luck defying every logic I can come up with. I just have seen enough to know the effect isn't a fluke but that is all I can comprehend. Confusing as this conundrum is, all I need to know is that it works and I WANT that more often! I don't care if I can't explain why them being around me somehow lessens my bad luck hitting me, I just want that effect more, DAMN IT! Pardon the curse, but I'm stressed lately, still I've been sidetracking enough, let me get back to the accounting and waste no more time on what makes my life what it is.

As I said, the atmosphere in the room was tense and it bugged me, but I ignored that point, instead focusing on Spyro. He had locked his eyes with mine and I took that as a sign to begin my story. The question had been where I should begin in the recent tour of hell I had been force to endure, there is just so many places I could go. "Well let's see," I had started, "where to begin in this?"

"How about what happened back at Hyrule after you left the record archive," Spyro had replied.

It had been a fair enough place to start as that implied that my disappearance had been noticed, or rather my kidnapping by the apes. I'd taken a moment to consider what to say for them on the experience that had followed after Hyrule. There had been no more lingering doubts that I could trust all of the dragons and dragonesses in the room would believe me, yet I couldn't say to what extent. I knew that I could count on the point that no matter what I may say or mention, they won't judge me based upon any of it, much if at all. That hadn't make the recounting easier as having to remember what the apes had done to me wasn't pleasant.

I had taken a deep breath and begun with the vision I had under the tree and went on from there giving a short summary. And it didn't take long for the shock and awe to come from my listeners, "So you had another vision then," Spyro had asked.

My response had been to nodded before answering, "Yes indeed, it would be the fourth one so far by my recollection."

I felt the stares/glares from the others minus Spyro, Seth and Lara directed at me and I'd figured that for everyone except the before mentioned wouldn't be very pleased that I haven't told them about certain things. Adding the fact that I have had not one, but four visions, I was bound to receive some dirty glances for this. Actually there is a lot of things I haven't told them, but I'm a very private person and so don't share things with others just because. I do partially blame Uncle Douchebag for me developing my difficulty of connecting to others, but I still can't pin it completely on him, it is my own fault somewhat.

Then apparently by what I understand, having visions alone are highly regarded among the dragon race. Vision are so important in their culture that for those who have them, it's expected that they talk about them, and openly no less. I myself don't agree with such a view point in the slightest for it is an infringement upon my rights and freedoms as an individual. Although, I have seen that in the dragon realm and among the dragon kind, such freedoms and rights aren't denied, but nor are they really used by anyone. So it is more accepted routine and common expectation for you to be open with most things.

In contrast, the human race isn't a trusting one and that is for good reason as there are many who lie and most humans keep secrets from one another. So I don't talk about the things about myself or that happen to me naturally to anyone else. I would rather not be locked up in a 'nut house' which such unlikely exists here in the Dragon Realm. And if it were up to human opinion to judge my condition, they would throw me into a padded cell and throw away the key more likely than not. Anyways, I still don't know the whole meaning of any of the visions I have seen yet, so why would I discuss them?

"Wait, you are saying that you can have visions," exclaimed Fredrick.

That question implies a guess of mine that Arkanis is the only other in Carona that can have visions. Actually, he is the only other one I know besides Spyro and myself that could have visions, so I would surmise that the capacity to see visions is quite rare. Whopty doo for being 'special' or sticking out from others I guess though I don't feel all that special really.

"You h-have had more than one," stuttered Tarra and I hadn't expected her to pitch into this conversation this early and not at double her normal volume.

However, I guess having visions is again rare enough that it would be surprising. Honestly, it wasn't like I ask for them or jump up and down squealing "pick me" over and over to get them. Truthfully the visions hadn't be fun to have, not a single one of them yet and I doubt that any that may come in future would be any different. Like in most things that happen to me, I don't ask for what comes, nor does it have the curtesy of warning me, just runs me over instead. "Why didn't you say anything about having not just one vision, but multiple visions to us," Cynder had demanded with a bit of a snap.

The demand/response caused me to get a tad annoyed as it made implications that I wasn't liking at all. I mean what do they think I am, some kind of fine-tuned receiving oracle that picks up the weird and freaky?! My friends are asking for more information, and where I get and respect that, they were asking questions that I didn't have the answers to. Plus they weren't giving me time or the opportunity to answer them in what ways I can say much with. So, to say that I was quickly growing frustrated was growing to be an understatement, but I defused it by letting calm patience flow through me.

What could be said would a long and tiring explanation and that is putting it mildly and before the other questions that would come due to the explanation. I may feel that talking about the visions I have should be up to me, yet I know others will disagree completely with me on this view. But these were my friends and I needed to be understanding and extend the same opportunity to them. It is habitual for me to keep what happens to me to myself normally, I admit it. Honestly, no one has really ever cared about what happens to me or that I even existed in the first place. In other words for me, nobody sees, nobody knows and nobody asks, and then I don't tell.

Granted, I may have opened up to Spyro and Seth, yet I haven't done so to others much, although in my defense, I haven't really had the time to really do so yet. I have told Lara most of what has happened to me in earlier years, just not the full details yet. Nevertheless, I have said little to Fredrick and Tarra of much of the things that had happened to me. Even though I knew this was coming, the awareness didn't make this any simpler to handle. "Well I," I started but hesitated, "I had meant to eventually, I just…"

I really meant to tell my friends in time, still I hadn't had the time yet and I have other issues that I'm dealing with currently that take priority. Yes, I'm making excuses and they aren't helping me, but what else is there for me to work with right now I ask. "Just what," Fredrick questioned.

Again, where do I even start on this particular subject since none have understood in any of the attempts I've made. There are many reasons why I don't talk about things to others, in fact, you could say the number of reasons is vast, at least more than I have the desire to count. One of the bigger ones would be I have trust issues badly and it has developed over the years. Yes, I have trouble when it comes to talking to others about my difficulties and challenges. Things had become awkward for all there quick though mostly for me back at the time.

It had been one of those times that I was forced to question if dragons would be able to comprehend the social behaviors or how society works for humans. From what I've observed, the systems used by dragons and humans are very different and that's putting it mildly. I've had fourteen long years of being in human society and it has taken a heavy toll on me. Then to be labeled as someone different than the average person or more the outcast and freak hadn't helped. So, I'm left to try and explain a subject that the listeners likely haven't a clue about, talk about irony. "I have," I said but stopped again.

I would state for the record even if it won't make much of a difference that not a single person or any living sentient being for that matter, likes to admit their faults and shortcomings. After all, when was the last time any of you listening to my tale were around someone that will say one of the faults like it was nothing and mean it? No one does that kind of thing, and yet apparently in this realm it is almost expected that you don't keep secrets. Yet, putting that aside for the moment, I am not different in this instinctual preference and action. To avoid bring up or saying anything about one's own faults is a natural thing to do. Don't get me wrong, I'm not perfect, I'm nowhere near that state or position and freely admit that. But if faults and shortcomings don't come up in conversation, then I see no reason to talk about them with anyone.

Still here and now, I'm forced to see that the human social nuances or something similar are nonexistent in the Dragon Realm. That's probably why a lot of these things are just expected to be discussed between individuals. It is possible if human beings did discuss things like this, human society would be vastly different then it is now. However, such philosophical queries are to be answered later if they can be at all and not by the Narrator, so keep your mouth shut.

[That's rude of you to say, I just try to help in what ways I can.]

Yeah, don't need that, so keep it to yourself Narrator thank you very much. In short, with how my life has gone, I'm good at dealing with others around me, but I have never really learned how to be friends with them. I have never acquired the skills needed to be friends with people for a long period of time. It had started with Uncle Douchebag, then it continued with my so called peers of my age groups and kept going with the 'responsible adults' around me. And when most are going to either ignore you or make life horrible and your legal guardian abuses you often without any other knowing, then drastic measures are required if you are to survive long. That's my life in a proverbial nutshell as much as I dislike to admit it, but that's the truth.

Due to said situation I had been in, I'd developed a type of coping mechanism that had swiftly become an ironclad habit in my mannerisms. Most of what branded me as 'different' came from the odd quirks that I had which for around half of them I can't explain where they came from. I have only said anything about the voices twice and know not to do so if I value my freedom and health. Granted, Shae had said something to the effect of not telling anyone, but I had ignore him and paid the price from time to time. Now I know why to a better extent where those quirks come from, but not all of them. It was these things that became an unfortunate problematic circumstance for me that got me labeled figuratively speaking.

And humans don't deal well with those that are different, more like they drive you out or try to get rid of you. That comes from humans fearing what they don't understand and they attack what they fear. I'll leave it at that and not go into details of what kind of things actually happened to me with this subject. In essence, I stopped even mentioning or bringing the subjects of the voices or anything that would present me as different up at all. I even curtailed and conformed all of my visible outward actions to not draw attention or notice to me becoming somewhat like a doll of sorts for a period of time.

However, there is just the price of doing such, that being I now have difficulty opening up to others and getting close in any relationship. I constantly kept my guard up and don't show any of the emotions that I feel from all the things that happen to me. Such had worked in my favor to help me survive, but it was in essence a double edged sword, because it had also stunted my abilities in social interaction. And the stares from those listening were making it hard for me to stay silent. It came to the point that I just couldn't stop myself, "I have a hard time opening up to others, okay, I always have! And the times I have opened up to another some ended up telling others I was crazy, and I do not want to even get into what happened with the other reaction I would get." I paused breathing hard before continuing, "Everyone else around me either, ignored and avoided me or they shunned and abused me so, cut me a little slack please."

It had been a while since I had admitted what I had, Master Kai had been the last one that had gotten me to do it. Since I had gotten here I have wondered if the voices in my head could have been something more than my imagination as others would have me think they are. Even Shae's voice in my mind made me wonder, could he be a dragon that had come and gone already? I don't know if Shae is even his real name… I know very little now that I take the time to consider it. "That's in the past Saber, you have us now and we are here for you," Spyro had said.

Spyro makes getting over things sound and seem so easy, it's his natural mentality as far as I've been able to tell. I kind of wish I could be so carefree sometimes as Spyro is, his ignorance can really be a gift sometimes. Such a mindset was one that I couldn't have often if at all were I wishing to survive what my life is. Honestly, I wish once again that I had met Spyro far earlier than I had as it would have made so much of a difference in my life. I hung my head lower in slight shame since I may have done what I had to survive. That didn't mean I was proud of what I had done to make it through the crap my life had thrown at me. "Yeah, it is easy to say that, but it is much harder to do that when your life is all about survival. It is a habit that has formed over the years of my life," I hesitated for a moment, "I guess it is due to that, I am usually alone. I do not do well around others when it comes to relationships. I really never learned how to make or maintain a strong relationship with others as I was normally shunned."

There was an awkward silence in the air to my reply to which I cleared my throat trying to dispel the awkwardness and get the attention off the current subject and back to the previous one. I did this by continuing my tale of woe that some might dub my adventure. I mentioned that the vision took place in the same cityscape that the previous ones had and gave a short description of the cityscape itself. When I had gone through my explorations of the city with some details, I came to finding the scene of the three dragons frolicking and playing. The implications that came from that vision were ones I didn't mention.

There came a point that most seemed confused and lost by my descriptions and I'm not all that surprised. "I have never seen or heard of a white dragon until seeing you like you are now Saber," Cynder said.

Until I was changed into a white dragon or rather was turned back into one, I hadn't seen a white dragon or heard of the idea either. At least, not while I was awake that is, only in the third and fourth visions or dreams had I had even a glimpse of one. However, through the memories I have been seeing while I slept, I have begun to get an overview and a general idea as to the reasons why no one has seen or thought white dragons existed. Every single one thus far by what I understand had pretty much been killed, the majority by dragons and other creatures of the realm. Most death had at first seemed natural or unfortunate enough to appear a twist of fate but that hadn't lasted long. The real hint that there was more to the deaths came to me when I'd see some killed by creatures that… well, I couldn't explain what they were. Then the evidence that "clean up" had been done so that the deaths, the disappearances along with any who knew them or remember them also added to the oddity.

The results of this of course end out being that no one ever knew of the existence of white dragons overall. The idea can be summed up in two words, 'history manipulation' and I had been seeing one of the best examples of the point. I mean, normally rarity promote remembrance rather than forgetfulness but, the idea of the matter is white dragons don't and never have existed or that's accepted fact. Add to the fact, white dragons are rare by themselves much like purple dragons according to what Spyro has told me. It's just a little more than purple dragons though because every time the ten generation mark passes a purple dragon or dragoness is hatched, there is a chance that a white dragon or dragoness will be hatched. It isn't a guarantee that one will be hatched, like a one in ten or something like that, so the possibility does exist. Second point of interest, if I'm any kind of an example of what white dragons can do, then we are very freaking powerful baby, a power house to be sure and on par if not out doing purple dragons.

"You must be the first in history," Cyra piped up.

I could not help closing my eyes and felt my head fall slightly at hearing this for it was completely wrong. Their assumptions were based on falsities that others had gone to great lengths to make sure were believed were seen as truth. I don't know the reasons that any would go that far to hide what was the truth, but I could only guess it was some fact or idea about white dragons, which some didn't want to be known. So I didn't blame them for not knowing of white dragons, history was against them and that's hard to go against!

The reaction of others around me other than my friends that I had seen kept adding truth to my growing theory. I had found out through the memories of others… likely to which the voices I kept hearing once belonged that there had been others! In fact, there were implications in two different memories thus far that there had been at one time, a great number of white dragons. Nonetheless I really couldn't say if that was true or not at the moment, they were vague and hazy due to the great length of time that had passed since the events. The two memories came from as they were from times long ago, how long I really couldn't say very accurately.

"Saber are you feeling okay," Seth questioned.

I snapped out of my current tangent of thoughts I had been on and set a forced smile on my face before looking over to Seth nodding. I wasn't ready to get into that particular 'can of worms' that the memories produced and implied to me. I have done enough damage to the system by which things run with dragons for the moment. If I were to talk about the lies and secrets that draconic history is built upon to get the simple picture that the current peace was made. Well from what I now knew… let's just say there would be huge repercussions just to begin with and it would be all speeding downhill from there. I see no need to make the draconic system of running things collapse, yet that is. I was still trying to understand and accept the meanings from them anyways. "I am good, just," I stopped for a moment then continued, "well never mind it is something for a later time."

I kept going in my accounting, not going into the greatest detail on my stay with the apes as it hadn't been nice. Mentioning of the "Ape King" or Lucrecia got some attention as the current leader of the apes was different than the previous one Gaul. My friends became more worried when I told them of the two instances of fighting for my life against the hordes. The explanation of what I had done to fix myself took a bit of time as dragons didn't understand "stitching up" injuries. There were other terms that required me iterating what they meant as the dragon race is lacking in inference and slang. I did get a flak with the methods of helping myself while around the apes from those listening, from some more than others.

To move on and avoid screwing myself further, I went into encountering my newer friends that were here now. But I was forced to a stop when I caught the look of curiosity on the faces of my first friends, "I did not know there was another dragon city," Spyro commented.

I stopped myself from doing a pratfall at that statement from Spyro, not from the implications but the focus of the comment. There were different things that Spyro could have questioned but it is the existence of another city of dragons, go figure. Still I kept going with describing the layout of the city to an extent, yet I was keeping it simple. After that, I got into my meeting Arkanis and some of the interesting events that followed. My first impressions of Arkanis I noted to everyone were that he reminded me of Master Kai. I then gave a quick though professional explanation of what happened with Lara which was kind of awkward to me at least. There were a few things I left out and it was intentional, like the conversation Lara and I when I caught her, or how she chased me for close to a day, embarrassing things like that were not stated.

I did end out apologizing to Spyro for the things I said to him about his relationship with Cynder a while back. I mean, I had told him to go and do it with her and I had gotten close to literally eating and choking on my own words. Lara had got close to raping me and if I hadn't used that trick I had learned from my experience with Sarana, I would have been screwed. The dragonesses found my telling of the chase as amusing which I did not like. The thought that had come to mind was cursing reverse divine intervention and blasphemous occurrence. I had inwardly been breathing threats of what I would do to God and Satan as the idea of my life being some sort of show is unacceptable and really sucks!

My mentioning of gaining access to yet another element got everyone else to go real quiet. It's yet another point that differentiates me from everyone else and I do that more than enough for myself. So I didn't say much more detail on that point as the awkwardness was bad enough already and would get worse anyways, don't need to add to it.

But anyway back to the story, I recounted the rest of the chase, which was pretty precise and simple. The chase had ended in the forest and fairly quickly at that as I had the advantage in that terrain. Yet, I hesitated once more in my telling as I was about to get into the singular event that changed everything for me. The one experience had shattered almost all of what I knew as the truth or what I thought was solid fact! One, I had been turned into a dragon, which now feels natural to me interestingly enough. Which according to the voices, I had always been a dragon by birth and had started in the Dragon Realm. These two ideas are just a few of the things that were breaking many of my perceptions of life. I mean those two facts explained many reasons I never felt that I truly belonged with the one exception of the dojo.

Yet how does one explain such an event when you can't come up with the words to describe it? First major key piece of the event, 'the voices' themselves were an entirely different matter from the things that I had learned since then. The first time I had heard them in the glade had pushed me to the very brink of sanity! I still hear some of them pretty much constantly and they keep up a running commentary. They switch occasionally, but there is an ongoing whispering in the back of my mind. Most of the commentary I pick up is fine, although it doesn't always makes sense as most of the voices aren't something I see as a problem with what they say. Though there are a few I worry about like I do Shea.

I have also heard listened to some that are really disheartening and others who are much more upbeat. I have for quite some time heard voices… I think sometime in my earlier teenage years started to hear whispers that no one else did. Most of them are likely going to go along the same principles as the ones that have whispered occasionally. I still believe that the voices belong to the owners of the memories that are now 'swimming around' in my head as well. I can't confirm that, yet I still swear that's the case. That alone is scary as well as amazing at the same time, but I don't think I've come to terms with it all yet.

Describing being called got all around the circle gained blank faces at what I said. I mean, I certainly don't regret following those voices nor was I against the results that came from the event. Being a dragon is wonderful and awesome though I can't say I liked or appreciate the means to get the outcome that had happened. Through this I had felt the worst pain I have ever gone through in my life and that is saying something when you take into account the horrible things that others did to me throughout my life.

Spyro for one of the rare times was a voice of wisdom, "So you heard voices and went after them?!"

I looked over to Spyro who had asked this, his tone was plainly implying a more… personal question to me. That being along the line of the question being reformed as follows: 'So you heard voices, listened to them and then defied your normally logical mindset by going after them, are you CRAZY?!' And honestly, I wouldn't disagree with the question nor the expected answer as I would ask the same in his position. Heck, I've asked myself the same before now and I had done so before I followed those who had been calling me. If it hadn't been for me hearing Koren's voice, I very much doubt I would have gone to the glade at all. I did a draconic equivalent of a shrug, "I would be lying if I said I did not have the same kind of argument of logic over my actions on the idea during the event and afterwards."

The explanation of becoming a dragon made more sense than what followed truthfully and it is sad that it does. The scene I came into with the glade I paint caused the maws of all in the circle dropped farther as I kept going and I can't blame them with what I am telling them. I can seem like a nutcases sometimes, but the experience I had talked about made me sound like a certified mental case patient!

The facts I had learned from the voices stuck with me and there were some salient points. Point number one, I had been born or hatched as a dragon in the Dragon Realm and I had started out that way from the beginning before being sent away from here to earth to protect my own life from being ended. That created a serious argument of what I was saved from compared to what hells I had gone through, which being worse. Then, there was the line of returning to defend the Dragon Realm from the "Ancient Enemy's" return and that had its own set of implications that haven't been addressed yet. Who or what was this Ancient Enemy and why was there no mention or evidence of them yet?

And to my surprise, it was Lara that found use of her voice first of the listeners, "Saber, what were those orbs?"

Honestly, I could only guess what they were and it is my opinion which isn't supported by solid fact. Then from what little observation and "discussion" I've heard, I don't know what the dragon race thinks of spirits or ghosts. Plus, the view goes against some of my most firm and closely held beliefs I had and that is not nice with me. "My guess is as good as everyone else's, I really do not know," I responded since I figure that answering in the vaguest way possible will do for now as it isn't lying to them.

The brief description of the pain of transformation got worried looks even if I don't see it as much of a thing looking back. My pain tolerance is a saving grace for me as it has been for years. It was that saved me through what followed after changing into a dragon as that had been something else. I did my best, but words just can't get across what I went through, it just can be stated well. I've tried doing so once to you readers already and I can't say how well that went.

Let me move on to where the conversation went towards after the description of what I had gone through. I got mixed reactions from those listening that ranged from worried to scared for me. Of course, my friends were concerned for my well-being which is something I'm still becoming accustomed to. It is mostly due to being alone as I have been for a while, I really don't open up to others much any more. So oddly for me, I was forced to put forth effort to no break down into tears that were trying to come to my eyes. Spyro cleared his throat drawing attention to him, "I am sure there was a reason for that to happen."

Ever the optimist Spyro is and I can see many reasons and benefits for being positive, But with what I've been going through recently I have a very hard time looking on the bright side of things. I have my limitations in things, optimistic thinking is no exception as I am an optimist, not a masochist thank you! "Well should you ever come up with one, let me know. I still can't figure out any and I have tried," I had replied.

The rest of the tale of the time apart was fairly simple overall, not a lot of note to tell in my view. I did get a bit of push back when I mentioned I had memories that I had that weren't mine at all, but I can't explain the how or why of that, so I didn't. It's weird to have memories that aren't yours in you head let me tell you, especially particular kinds. The reason I put it that way is the memories come from both genders, I'll let your imagination do the work from there. I'll only say this, my sexual orientation ain't going to change at any time, I'm straight and will not have an attraction to males period.

The longer this accounting went on I was becoming glad the lightbulb with wings was not one of the listeners. There are two reasons that is the case, he would be spouting annoying remarks that I don't want to hear. The other half would be due to the previous reason, I would have the urge to harm the fly and Spyro has asked me not to. IC has shown his natural absurdly plummeting idiocy for the world to see and that's very self-explanatory. He would have a field day with this material and I would never hear the end of it. That is a horrible thought in and of itself and I don't need that to become reality!

Yet, when I got to where I traveled into the ruins of Carona, things took an unexpected turn in my view. It came with Cyra speaking, "There are ruins in Carona?"

Fredrick was the one to answer her, "Yes, they are the ruins from early on in the war with Malefor when he destroyed almost all of Carona," he replied

Then, Tarra to my surprise was the next to speak up, "Most o-of us are told n-not to enter the ruins, t-they are dang-gerous, that i-is what Arkanis s-says."

The others reacted by shaking their heads with disbelief at the point of Carona having ruins. And where I could understand why the adult dragons would say that the ruins would be dangerous, the Q&A session triggered one of my pet peeves. Said pet peeve of mine was as annoying to me as others talking about me when I'm right there as if I'm not along with being interrupted when I am telling about an experience that others have asked to hear. Yet, I patiently waited for my turn to keep going with my story showing my well-developed manners.

However, Lara got into this before my turn came again, "Actually I heard a story about the ruins," she began.

As Lara began telling a story about the ruins, of how years ago there had been some kind of mysterious accident in the ruins. I'd politely listened to her though I really wasn't paying much attention to the subject matter. In this incident, dragons had been trapped by some kind of monsters, which sounded like your typical fairytale kind of story. The ones that some kind of evil monster is attacking the hero or group and the 'hero' somehow overcomes the evil. Yet, as I listen to Lara's story I was becoming extremely bored and my mind started to wonder as it does when I give it nothing to do.

My mind had gone to going over what had happened to me and Koren before he had died since I was trying to think of a nicer way to deliver the event, but was having little success. It is hard to soften the blow of the death of a dear friend, more so when they are one of the only two dear friends you have. Although, I had still listened to the story that Lara was still telling be it halfheartedly, particular facts of what she was talking about began to pop out to me off and on. The story that she was telling was beginning to sound familiar in a fashion and the dots began connecting for me. I started to see correlations between the stories I was listening to and the event I had been going over in my head. There were way too many similarities to be a coincidence and the number was increasing as the telling went on.

The questions I asked myself more than once of how history was manipulated so no one would know became clear in a flash of understanding. It had taken effort to contain my shock and horror at realizing the truth, which quickly turned to rage and animosity. The story Lara was telling wasn't just similar to what had occurred to Koren and me before I was sent away from the Dragon Realm, it was an account of the same event! I had been wrong in the assumption that records of white dragons didn't exist, they did and were just not in the form I had thought or expected. The records of white dragons were in the form of the stories like the one I was currently listening to.

It was the explanation given to cover up what really happened! The major difference between the story and the truth was that the so called 'monsters' were white dragons like myself and Koren! The wrongly named 'heroic' dragons were the ones that were trying to kill me and had killed Koren! If that wasn't insulting enough, those same dragons that would kill innocent dragonets were raised on a pedestal for these 'acts of bravery' which in reality was murder. So that meant the event that happened that night had been recorded in a way, just in a way that warped the truth of the event to a stinking load of CRAP! The true purpose of these 'heroes', of course had been to kill me and Koren and I still don't know WHY?!

It was taking most of my self-control not to snap and make my rage vocal! I wanted to screech of how this story was a horrible lie, to deny the fabrication I was hearing that was told to deceive everyone else of what the real intention had been. This was all to cover up the murder of Koren and the attempt on me, and they were praised for it! How dare they! I wouldn't let it stand! No, I would make sure the truth came to light, if it is the last thing I do!

When Lara got to saying that the 'monster' had given its final roar that signal its defeat; I snapped. That was the final straw! Draconic tradition can go crashing to a blazing hell for all I care! I won't let Koren's final moments be remembered as 'a monster defeated'! I could not and cannot let Koren's final act of saving my life be tarnished by lies! I couldn't stay quiet any more after hearing this lie! This was just wrong and the horrible stabbing pain in my heart left me with not even a shred of doubt that this was wrong! I had meant to just say it in a normal tone, yet after hearing the last line of the story I could do nothing but bellow out my outrage, "That story is all a lie! That is NOT what happened!"

There was silence and all eyes were on me now after my outburst which isn't surprising. It was time to correct history to what's the real truth and not the tailored story that was told! I went on with the truth; that the story was nothing more than a big fat lie to glorify killing Koren and trying to bump me off as well.

"That story is a lie! The so called monsters and heroic dragons are only called that to cover up the truth!"

I was angry! No, I was livid with fury at hearing such a story! It made the pain of losing Koren hurt more than my own near death does. He had died to save me! Yet this story made him appear a monster and I wouldn't have it! He was a hero, a dear and cherished friend and I will correct anyone who says otherwise; alive or dead! Spyro was the one to respond to me.

"Saber calm down. What do you mean the story is a lie? If the monsters and heroic dragons were something else we know; why hide the truth of what they are like you say the story does?"

I took a deep shuttering breath. They wouldn't know or understand the wrongs that this story and I wouldn't doubt others were told to cover up the crimes committed! My first assumptions that the dragon race was completely different had just been proven wrong; they were more like human beings than I thought. I hate to say it was clear now how the ones in power had made sure that white dragons never were known to exist. As the saying goes, 'history is written by the victor and not the defeated' and so was true in this as well. It was likely that not only dragons were involved in doing this, but I don't know who else to pin the responsibility to at the moment. History had been manipulated to say that white dragons like myself, were nothing but a myth at most and if at all possible the knowledge of white dragons were sent to oblivion! They had labeled us as 'monster' instead to justify getting rid of us. We 'monsters' were slain by 'heroes' which were the very ones that labeled us evil monsters; so simple yet so WRONG! Those 'heroes' are the evil monsters far more than we were!

"Spyro the reason that these 'monsters' appear every now and then is they are not born often and they are classified as monsters to make sure no one knows what they really were. Others makeup stories like this one to justify themselves!"

I was having a really hard time keeping my anger under control! Lara was the next to ask me a question.

"What are you talking about?"

My anger vanished for a moment as I took in what Lara had said. I stared at Lara with incredulity. I know she isn't as shallow as to be so ignorant to think Koren and I simply vanished into thin air! She had to wonder and question what had happened to us when we didn't come around after that night. I wonder now what she was told about the disappearance of Koren and me. Most likely she was lied to, but what would she have believed? I might as well ask then.

"… Lara what were you told when you asked about Koren and me?!"

Lara looked downcast. By the look on her face, she had definitely asked about us; though what she had been told had hurt, if the expression on her face right now was saying anything. What possible lie could she have been fed to her to drop the subject of her two best friends? She took a deep breath before she replied.

"The elders said you had gotten sick and died."

… What kind of lame a** excuse is that?! That's the excuse those murdering fear-bound idiots use to get rid of their guilt of what they did! That's A LOAD OF DRAGON DUNG! Hearing this set alight my anger anew and only further fueled my rage and fury. Lara wasn't to blame; it was those who had lied to her that were at fault! Could a single person blame me for getting like this? No, no one can! This wasn't just insulting; this was plain evil in what is close to its purest form!

"How lame can one get?! That is how they cover up what they did!"

I was back to bellowing. Everyone looked at me in shock and utter confusion. Unfortunately I had by now, been partially blinded by my fury and rage over learning the whole truth. It took me a couple minutes to calm down enough to regain a modicum of my previously firm composure. Then after gathering and organizing my thoughts, before I spoke in a shaky voice that anger was still evident in.

"One of those so called 'monsters' is in reality sitting right here in this room. Or if you want to be blunter, I am one of those that are labeled as a 'monster'! That is what some call white dragons, it is also used as an excuse for others to kill us! Is that plain enough for everyone here to understand?!"

The horrific silence continued on at my statement. I took another moment to regain my composure completely and then sighed. I was hard pressed to keep even a partial lid on my emotions that were coursing through me right now. I was enraged; first of course about others trying to kill me. Second was that those who had tried to kill me and had ended Koren's life had gotten away with it and paid no consequences whatsoever! But what was irking me so much was that I really didn't know the reason why Koren and I were assaulted to begin with! Granted the overall reason is that I'm a white dragon, still that's not really a valid reason, just a crappy excuse! To have the sole reason of having a vendetta against someone, be that they are what they are is sheer evil at its worst! I can't change what I was born as or that I was born! The sadder thing in this is that I was by no means the first to suffer this fate for the basic same reasons and identical excuse being used.

"I am sorry, I should not bellow. It is just that I am not the first for 'this kind of story' to occur to. Most of the said monsters that come around during those ten generations would fit under such a category as I do."

I went through what happened that night though it was the short version, but it got the point across. When I told them about nailing the blue dragon with the beam of light from my maw, all were in awe. I admit I was proud of what I had accomplished even if I don't remember how I pulled it off. I will find out at some point how to do that again and then, oh… how cool will that be?! It served that blue dragon right for trying to kill me, I wouldn't shed a tear for him! All my friends' maws had hit the floor as I had impressed them with what I had been able to do! "Wait, you shot light from your maw," exclaimed Seth and I nodded.

If I had hands with fingers I would have been rubbing them together in modest satisfaction and pride. I always strive to be humble and modest since Master Kai has constantly taught me to be so. Arrogance is an enemy of the martial arts and will always be so I don't entertain such emotion often! Yet, you have to admit that a dragonet beating an adult dragon isn't something that happens often. "You better believe it! I sent that dragon flying a fourth of the distance across the ruins with that shot at the very least," I replied. "And I haven't mentioned nearly stripping him of the majority of his scales and injuring him good as well. All of that when I was only five years old, I even amaze myself at times!"

I didn't mention that I still have no idea how I was able to shoot light from my maw at that time, but that will be a task for me to find out how. Cynder was the next one to speak, "But that is not possible! Light is not an element that dragons or dragonesses can use!"

I shrugged at her declaration as I had the same query when I had seen my younger self blast the blue dragon. Nevertheless, it's possible that white dragons can do things that other dragons can't. Why not being able to use elements that others aren't able to? And I had done it once which proved that the light element does exist and is usable by a dragon. Perhaps it was a unique ability to white dragons, who is to say? "That may be normally true and for the most part, I would say the same," I admitted. "Yet apparently in my case at least, that does not hold true."

I resumed the tale and I felt pain in my heart as I was telling them about Koren's condition and following death, all to save me. I felt a change in Lara's breathing as she was still leaning up against me. I took a quick glance over at her to see quiet tears falling from her eyes. I could understand how she felt since in the end Koren had proven to be a true friend by making the ultimate sacrifice for me. Knowing this didn't help me wonder how I had heard his voice the two times I did. Logic and common sense would dictate that such a thing as hearing Koren's voice isn't possible. Yet the same could be said of hearing voices and having memories of others and no one could convince me otherwise that I hadn't heard those voices and have the memories of others!

I kept going after I had finished the last memory I had in the Dragon Realm before going to earth. It was then I brought back up the conversation I had with Koren in the fourth vision. I still didn't get how whatever power had sent me to earth from the Dragon Realm could have 'locked' away my memories from me. None of the others seem to know either as most of them were just trying to figure out how anything could send me to a different place from the Dragon Realm. Not that I didn't find such a feat of sending someone from one world to another nothing short of astounding! Science certainly had never gotten close to doing anything like that!

I continued with the interesting exchange on the dais. I got confused looks with the conversation with Asreyel. I still went on talking through the confusion of my friends though. I went on about how I figured out why Asreyel was so infuriating to me as he reminded me of how I had once been before I had changed to the person I am now. Still with the line that he had shot back at me, "Is that supposed to be insulting or something? I can assure you that memory isn't the only one of being shunned. I can show you more if you prefer. So I very much doubt you could insult me in a way I would care about."

The conversation with Asreyel didn't faze him in the slightest! Hell, that arrogant punk had taken it in stride! He brought back to mind a few hard headed bullies I had to deal with in school. I had broken them… eventually, given enough time to work on them. Something told me Asreyel would take far longer than any other I have dealt with. Yet still, how I would still love and thoroughly enjoy finding a way to shatter that mental wall Asreyel seems to have! Taking him down a notch would really help raise my morale I wouldn't doubt!

[You're getting sidetracked Saber.]

…Dang it, the Narrator is right, fine I'll get back on topic, so where did I leave off in my story? Oh yes, I was heading back to the temple so as to not spring my luck to strike me while I was in the ruins. I got a strong explanation look when I mentioned the idea of 'luck buildup' from my friends. I should have figured that I would need to explain what 'luck buildup' is and how it works. "Well, sorry I guess I should have known I would need to explain 'luck buildup'. Um simply put, my luck tends to hit me on a fairly regular basis. If my luck does not, then it begins to buildup and the longer it does the harder my luck will hit me when it is released. It had been over a week maybe two, so I was long overdue for a dose of bad luck! I did not want that dose to be administered while I was in the ruins."

I got to the point where I got back to the temple and got back to my bed, though I didn't sleep as I kept reliving they memory I had seen that night. I didn't tell them of the instance I remembered about the festival that my luck had hit me hard. It's funny looking back on it now, but I don't know how they would take it, or if they would even understand any of the subject matter that made it even the small bit funny now. I wouldn't like to really find out at the current moment.

Anyway, I continued on with the… incident that happened that next morning. When I began to tell about the situation I found Tarra in; Spyro, Cynder, Seth and Cyra looked over at her and Tarra blushed. I got the attention back on me by recounting my luck buildup release. I gave a VERY brief summary of the problem I had with my back and Lara fixing it. It had felt… embarrassing at that time with the pull of emotions I had been in! I didn't mention the way that Asreyel would comment or what his comments he gave were. Then I went into going to Arkanis and then the dragons for help for the fight at Warfang.

I completely skipped over the time Lara and I had our talk as again I feel it was a private thing and I wasn't going to share it. I skimmed over my activities of the next five days that I was using in preparation for the battle at Warfang. Then I gave a short excerpt of the battle itself, the fights with the monkeys, pretty much up to the point that we reunited. Yes, I admit I thoroughly enjoyed personally whooping each of the four silent killers on a one on one basis! With each of them I had done different things, but it hadn't been any less satisfying to do to them!

Of course Spyro and the others had questions for me on some of the specific details, yet it was easy to answer most of them. There were a couple of questions that I couldn't answer for I don't know of a way to answer that they would understand. A good example would be 'what are the voices' as I have no idea how to answer that. I really can't imagine saying 'they are the voices of those who have died' would go over very well, nor would I think, 'the voices are those who have passed' as they identified themselves as would be any better. My normal response of I draw weird and unexplainable crap doesn't give much of an answer that most are willing to accept, true as it is.

Anyway, time moves on as it always does and things began settling into a fairly stable and good routine, which I wasn't going to complain about. I value finally getting some extended quiet time for once since I came to the Dragon Realm. I like and wish for such times to come into my life, but rarely do I get them, due to many different reasons contributing to that. Put simply, when you have a non-dull life like mine, learn to appreciate such times when they happen for they aren't common. Why might such times not be common you ask? That's my life and welcome to it I say once again and likely not for the last time.

Then things got shaken up again with some events which are a part of my list of problems which most of them can be summed up in one word, Lara. Now don't get me wrong, she has been improving a great deal in giving me time and personal space during these months especially when she isn't in heat. Yet she still shows me that she is interested in me as a potential mate for herself in her own various ways. And when I say she still shows an interest, I mean she sticks close to me and other somewhat more subtle actions. She wasn't as clingy as when her mating cycle was affecting her THANK FREAKING GOODNESS! Lara is still undeniably bold and persistence and I can't exactly find particular fault with that as much as I try sometimes. The other problem with this standing situation is she isn't the only one that's doing so, Tarra is too!

In fact another reason for my life's waves of discontent is Tarra. She had taken steps to get closer to me over the months that had gone by, which Lara had been trying to prevent and stop. But against Lara's efforts, Tarra has really warmed up to me for reasons I can only guess. Maybe it's that we have the same kind of luck or something else, I don't know what it is! I'm not against being friends with her, but like with Lara I'm not interested at this time at being more than friends like both dragonesses are. Although, I'm surprised and amazed at the difference in Tarra when she came into starting HER mating cycle. I don't know which of the two dragonesses is worse?!

So, it started one day that I had decided for the day to go down to the lower tier and work on an idea I had recently to improve my tools of protection and persuasion. To coin a phrase in this kind of idea with one minor change, 'Robin, to the blacksmith's!' The moles had welcomed me at any time I came to the smithy. Actually, they had become very interested in my 'ideas and innovations' I came up with. Some of them went as far as to often assistance during the time I would work on a project as much to see and learn the techniques and methods I used as for anything else, especially the younger moles. I had been working on designs for a whip as of late.

Since the battle of Warfang I had seen the uses that such a tool would have. As I would be in the Dragon Realm for a long while if what those voices had said is anything to go by, I might as well go the whole distance and prepare for the worst of the worst. So, I worked on coming up with ways to make such an idea practical. I have an amazing imagination that I will employ in this, said ideas could very well save my life. That in mind, since I will be here for the long haul, I might as well prepare for it, whatever that long haul may be. I would thing that is common sense and reasonable to have a plan like that, but it could just be me that things that.

Anyway, I was in my draconic form at the moment as it had become nicely comfortable, though I would turn into a human when I got to the smithy as I would need the dexterity that human hands have over dragon paws. I was in the musings of my mind, so I was less aware of the world around me. Knowing that you can't blame me when I jumped at hearing a voice speaking to me as I hadn't expected it at all let alone the individual that the voice had belonged to. "Hello Saber, where are you going today," said a feminine voice and on instinct, I jumped about a foot into the air at the sound of the voice.

When I got back to the ground, I spun around to find myself face to face with Tarra and she was smiling at me sweetly. Her smile was admittedly nice and made her appear quite pretty but it was just so different for her to show such. I took a moment to slow down my rapid breathing at the surprise that had gotten my heart pumping so hard. This is a natural exercise I would do with martial arts a lot. I may not be easy to surprise or scare, but it can be done and with nerves as keen and sharp as mine. And I do give off a very strong reaction when someone does manage to take me by surprise. I hadn't expected to see Tarra around here or really seeing her at all today, but things do happen. What's really confusing me is that the sentence she had just said she hadn't stutter at all. Granted, she has gotten better around me, but not out in public yet.

However, Tarra had just spoken in a clear and audible voice and again, her voice sounds musical. Maybe this is an odd happenstance? … Yeah I doubt that. Odd happenstance doesn't happen to me very often, like a fifty percent chance in a blue moon. In other words, slimmer than slim! I might just be over thinking this situation, can't say. I shook my head slightly and then smiled back at Tarra. "Oh," I started, "hey Tarra, I did not know you were there. It was almost like you were waiting for me or something," a thought did cross my mind, but I dismissed it, "never mind. Where am I going right this moment? Well, I was planning to spend time at the smithy with the moles, why do you ask?"

Tarra continued to smile in that sweetly way at me at my reply and it tugged at my heart a margin. To say how Tarra was acting was different was more an understatement than I care to say. It was making me wonder what was going on really as this was that out of the norm for the black dragoness. I'm not saying that Tarra doesn't smile at me or anything, it's just there's something off about this that I can't put my talon on.

[You're paranoia coming into play Saber.]

Thank you Mr. Narrator, you're stating the obvious and my paranoia has saved me from trouble many a time so I don't dismiss it. Back to the topic, I noticed that Tarra was tracing her left forepaw against the ground in the act of being shy. And where shyness is what I have come to expect from Tarra, in this instance there was still something off. Don't get the wrong idea since I have liked how we have become closer as friends over the last few months. It is wonderful to talk to her without her stuttering or mumbling much though she still does somewhat in public. And honestly, after discovering that Tarra has a very beautiful voice it was kind of nice to be around her.

However, she has been sticking closer than usual the past couple of days now that I think about it. It makes me curious why, I mean I supposed it's possible that… no, that's just wrong and dumb! There is no way that can be the case right now, there had been no signs as to changes that Lara had shown. I mean I wouldn't doubt Tarra has cycles as she is a dragoness and I can't help but admit that with Lara, there was an immense change. But with Tarra, I find it hard to believe she would be in that position and not give off signs of that.

I was brought out of my thoughts when Tarra spoke again, "Well, I was wondering if you were free. Maybe you could show me around Warfang more," she said sweetly.

Hmm, it's not that I have an issue showing Tarra arouond as I had given her a tour around Warfang a couple of times already. She could have problems remembering layouts of places for all I know and just hides it well. But my paranoia won't stop bugging me with there being something out of place. Plus, with the face she is giving me right now, I don't think I will be able to say no as she's just too cute at the moment. And other than my paranoia signaling there being something now quite right, there was no other hint of there being anything wrong.

I suppose the whip I plan to build can wait for now since I didn't see a reason to have the whip done today or in the very near future. So why not, an easy and quiet day would be nice for a change of pace I guess. Don't mistake this for me ignoring my senses telling me there was something off, I know better than to do that. My bad luck has taught me the wisdom of not ignoring what my senses tell me. And being around Lara while she had been in heat had quickly had me develop a secondary sense to note odd behavior more than I would have previously. It was in order to have a little warning on what was coming, but it could be over sensitive at times though by what I've learned thus far. I noticed Tarra was waiting for my answer, "Um," I uttered, "sure, if you like Tarra, where do you want to go first?"

Tarra looked happy at my answer and came to walk beside me on my right. I shrugged off my previous thoughts dismissing them as me being paranoid of dragonesses lately. So I tried relaxing even though I don't do relaxation well when I try doing it, engrained habits come into play. Anyways, Tarra and I walked side by side down to the groud-level tier and went around the market area. And I'll admit, not out loud, but say that strolling with Tarra was kind of nice and she was making small talk with me which was odd for her. However, I won't complain about her opening up, she certainlly is nice and her shyness has been hindering her being around others. Back to our surroundings, there was a great deal of activity in the market as the harvest of the summer had just occurred, so there was a lot of new crops and such. Many merchants had come to Warfang and were selling their wares.

Yet, through all of this, my paranoia and other senses wouldn't quiet down about there being something off. In fact, they were making me more uneasy the long it goes on. There was something off from the norm in this activity, but I just can't say or place what it is exactly. Perhaps I am a little skittish in relationships still… okay I am skittish in relationships because I have so little experience in them. But I don't think that is the issue, my senses are usually on point about ideas that present danger to my person if you know what I mean.

I was thinking about what was going on that could be putting me on edge as Tarra and I went around the market. We did go into a few different shops and even had lunch, which included fresh produce that was amazing. Still the feeling of something not seeming to be right or normal wouldn't leave my mind. I mean granted, showing Tarra around is nothing bad or anything I consider troublesome since I was having fun with this, especially with seeing Tarra smile with happiness. My heart would skip a beat each time that I saw her smile in that way!

Fun as it is, I just couldn't shake off the feeling of discontent and missing normalcy. You can call me crazy, but I swear that Tarra is somehow not acting like she normally does, yet it is just so subtle I can't identify the difference. I just can't put my finger… um, talon on it and it was bugging me. I was still walking around with Tarra all the while trying to figure out what was different unobtrusively and my thoughts went back to what I had come a little while ago return to the forefront of my mind. I was about to dismiss those thoughts once again as foolishness, when a shout was heard, "HOW DARE YOU, TRAMP!"

I froze on the spot as I would know that voice anywhere by this point, no way I could mistake it! Its owner put me through things I don't want to go through again right now or see myself having an interest in anytime soon in the future! I turned to see Fredrick and as the voice had told me, Lara herself. The two who were my friends were staring at Tarra and me, but Lara's face made me flinch visibly with apprehension as she was livid with rage. Now what was weird, that rage wasn't directed at me but at Tarra, which didn't make any sense to me. Lara and Tarra are the best of friends as far as I have been able to tell though you wouldn't guess that right now. The look in Lara's eyes said quite the opposite as it happens, she wanted to rip Tarra apart at the current moment.

I don't have a clue as to why and I am having no luck on figuring out the reason she wanted to do that right now. I may be kind of dim when it comes to the subject of the female's thought processes and reasoning, however logic no matter how odd or twisted it can be still will have a reason for the actions taken. Logic is all about the cause and effect standpoint and that idea still holds true in the Dragon Realm as far as I've seen. Fredrick had stepped in front of Lara trying to calm her down, though he wasn't having any success on doing so. I doubt I would be doing much better in the task, when Lara gets emotional there is nothing that I can really say that will calm her down.

And so, Lara began to cause a scene with her having a temper tantrum, which I simply don't understand as it does nothing to help the situation. What is confusing was Lara had seen Tarra and me together before and didn't react like this at all so what changed? I have to be missing something and so, I look over at Tarra, in hopes of understanding what the issue for this quickly degrading scene was. I figuratively felt my maw drop to the cobble stone street like a rock at seeing Tarra giggling and… sticking her tongue out at Lara! My brain almost crashed at processing what was going on in front of me. When my mind got back into working order, the first thing I registered was my danger sense going off. That alone gave me a really, REALLY bad feeling that this series of events is doomed to end in a fight. If nothing is done to change the atmosphere FAST, then that is a definite nightmare come true! Still, why is it that the one that gets to fix crap like this, has to be me?! I know I shouldn't ask it but, how could this get worse then it is now?

Tarra took a few paces to come closer until she was standing directly next me. While she did this I was watching Lara with worry, yet then Tarra began to rub the underside of my jawline, right where my neck connects to my head with her cheek which disrupted my focus. I had to say Tarra's scales felt different than Lara's… the texture was different. I really can't put into words better than that other than the feeling was pleasant. Anyway, back to the heart of the matter, there's the answer to my previous unasked question. Prompt as I have come to expect from my terrible bad luck, doesn't even miss a beat does it? Thank you, both of you from above and below for watching me for your own entertainment, I hope you both are enjoying the SHOW! It is at times like this that my life and the complications just make things, oh so much harder.

To say that Lara wasn't taking Tarra's action well at all would be a freak understatement! In fact, Tarra's action seemed to drive Lara's rage to new heights. Fredrick was literally holding a struggling Lara from launching herself at Tarra in the form of an attack. Tarra on the other paw just smiled and giggled at Lara's reaction as she stopped rubbing my jawline to lick my cheek then continued her caresses to my jawline just with her snout in an affectionate fashion. My brain was having trouble running like it usually does, and so I was too confused at the moment to really resist or do much at all about Tarra's actions. However, I still registered the pleasant feeling Tarra's caresses produced. "What is your problem Lara~," Tarra sang and yes, she can and did sing her question in a teasing manner. "Jealous that Saber's with me rather than you?"

[The hardship that comes with being popular with females Saber.]

Shut up Mr. Narrator if you please, I don't need that comment right now, dealing with a umber of problems if you hadn't noticed! I believe it was Tarra's teasing that got my brain to jerk back into working order and thing were becoming clear. The suspicion I had about Tarra potentially being in heat was the truth and I had just been ignoring the point. It showed that signs of oncoming mating cycles could be more sutble than I had thought. And the changes that Tarra had gone through were not the same as Lara's which was an eye opener in a few ways.

That point in turn explains a great deal of the oddities and why Lara is acting the way she is. What do I mean by that, well, it is my understanding after a conversation with Spectra and Solara that Dragonesses can tell or detect when another dragoness is in heat. They said things that inferred the idea of guarding and protecting their potential mate or something along those lines comes into play. I had not liked what I'd heard but had said nothing to them about it, just thought I could plan for when that time came. Silly me, I expected to have months to plan for that but didn't. You would think my bad luck taught me to prepare as soon as I can for things that will come my way.

Being right about Tarra being in heat isn't a comfort, more a reinforcement that I shouldn't doubt my intuition. It tends to be right ninety freaking nine percent of the time in most things and has proven itself time and time again. I know that dragonesses change in ways that one can't completely predict, but it would be nice and courteous for them to give us guys a break and not fight over us, or in this case ME! However, when females are in heat, it varies from dragoness to dragoness, so I guess that is kind of impossible to get any really clear warning.

Lara is an extreme example of the changes that dragonesses go through during their mating cycles. Hmm, I had been wondering why Tarra seemed so confident in herself when she was around so many others, it's so out of place for her. Then there is the point that I have shown her around a couple of times now, so she should know her way around by now. However, that was never the purpose was it?! Nooooo, it was to get me alone with her and specifically away from Lara! It should have been completely obvious not too long after she asked me to go around with her; now that I look at this situation! Oh Tarra can be shrewd when she has opportunity and puts forth effort! I will need to watch out for myself in the future around her and Lara, this just is like a powder keg waiting to explode! Yay for damage control!

Thank goodness for all of our sakes, especially those of us involved in the building cat spat, Spectra and Solara had happened to be passing by and had put a stop to issue! I have been forced to quickly realize that dragonesses in heat have a much harder time controlling their desires. It's not like there drunk, but it's not as far off the general idea as one might imagine which is scary. That's mostly since I would know what being around someone who is drunk is like, thanks to the years of the unintentional lessons taught to me by Uncle Douche Bag about the horrible evils and effects of alcohol. Nevertheless, I can say that the dragonesses I have seen in heat aren't all that much different from drunken people.

Anyway, that even reiterated to me that that dragonesses have difficulty controlling themselves when they are in heat. Both Lara and Tarra kept expressing their interest in the subject of a mate and their mate being me off and on. Lara had been doing so since Carona in a rather up front and blunt way. Where Tarra had expressed her interest shortly after arriving at Warfang, where she took a different and more subtle tact to try to catch my attention. In fact, whenever they are in the same room as of late they seem to only glare at one another. I hope I won't end up being the cause of their friendship getting strained badly, I wouldn't feel great about that. And the two may not fight openly yet, though there had been a few close calls. It usually starts building when the both of them are in the same room and I'm also there too.

Lara and Tarra issue with each other involved me even if they don't say that out loud and it is very strenuous, let me tell you. The only way I see a possible end to this is choosing one of them and disappointing the other that would likely come with consequences that I really don't want to deal with right now. The time of both of them for their next cycle is still a couple of months away for Lara and around two months after that for Tarra. Dragonesses' mating cycles, seem to come on six month circuits as I have observed. Lara's second mating season was worse than the first one I had to endure and yes that's possible!

My saving grace I had come up with a temporary solution in the middle of Lara's mating cycle, I came up with a way to avoid them and I accomplished this by leaving Warfang and not return for three weeks. In reality I went and stayed with the cheetah tribe and thankfully for me I have gotten on much friendlier terms with the cheetahs by now. So, I had a habit of staying with them during those times for all future mating cycles until I find a way to deal with the issue. It was really fun as it happens, much like a hunting trip of sorts.

It is just not with other humans or dragons, but with cheetahs which I have learned a great deal from the cheetah tribes during my stay with them. It may not be a perfect system, but it does work for the point of me avoiding the two dragonesses when they're in heat for now!

[In other words, you are avoiding dealing with the issue hoping it doesn't blow up in your face at some point then?]

Keep your trap shut Narrator! Avoidance is a wonderful way to deal with this particular problem and so is the best policy for the time being. …Those listening, do ignore the Narrator and his opinions that he needlessly states for us to hear. Back to the topic, Lara and Tarra had shown that they were still very interested in me and didn't show any signs that would be changing anytime in the near future. Whereas I am not interested in what they want with me and don't see that changing for me any time soon.

I had been shocked the Tarra hadn't backed down to Lara and continued to show that she also had an interest in me as a mate. Tarra who is normally not really that forward with others, yet during her mating cycle shown that her normal mannerisms do a near one-eighty. So, where she is normally quiet and reserved goes to confident and will show what she wants. She just does so in a less noticeable ways I learned than Lara does when she is in heat. Lara and Tarra were both in a competition of a type which is for my attention and my interest on one of them for a mate. This competition between the two of them was getting to be very tiring for me and was wearing me down.

With those two going to great lengths to fetch my attention, you would think that with those two that there is no way that my life can get worse. For you that have been listening thus far, you should know things can always be worse. I have learned to never ever ask such a silly and utterly stupid question a long time ago. My bad luck is too prompt and seemingly malicious to not answer such a question even when I don't ask it. In other words I don't really want to know, yet my bad luck shoves the answer down my throat anyways. I should just accept that, but I don't feel that I can and live with myself and not try to make things better from myself.

In the instance that came up, it happened shortly before Lara's mating cycle was due to occur. What made it horrible was that Sarana got added to the coctail and that really made things sour let me tell you! I don't know where to even start with the array of troubles I have with that dragoness to begin with! Yes, she comes with her own set of problems and troubles she causes me and I openly admit that. The last time she got her paws on me was a preview as to what kind of problems I should expect. Lara and Tarra combined are easier to deal with than Sarana was on the way to Hyrule. The things she had done to me when I was human were horrible and unspeakable! You would think, with that view in mind that there is nothing that Sarana could do that would be somehow even worse, would you?

Oh, I have a feeling anyone would be surprised what can be done when given the right motivation, I know I can be. I have yet to find out what she would actually do to me when she finally gets a hold of me with her paws for a long period. Most likely following catching me, she tows me away and then I have no idea nor do I want to find out. I will be kicking and screaming bloody murder the whole way at the top of my lungs, if that is what it takes to keep out of her clutches so help me! Of course she had been ecstatic that I had become a dragon… actually, let me back up and start at the point she discovered the fact I was a dragon.

So, you see, the day had started out like most did, of course, it didn't stay that way for long. Lara finding me I've come to expect and I tolerate her insisting being around me, that was okay, even if I prefer she give me space. Nope, it was the lightbulb with wings coming around that marked the start of a non-nice day. "I don't see much of a difference between the way you are now and how you were before," IC said.

Ah, the familiar pulsing vein on my forehead and the surge of annoyance to that voice, I see he hasn't changed in the slightest. It figures, this is IC we're talking about after all, he has proven he will be an annoyance I will be forced to tolerate. I shouldn't get my hopes or expectations up with him since it is a waste of time and effort. Yet I hadn't been looking forward to seeing the light bulb with wings again, in fact, I had been dreading it in a few ways. When IC learned of some of the facts of what had transpired to me while I had been away, I would never live it down with the Ghastly Gossip. I spun around to face the nemesis of my logical mind, the bane of my sanity, Sparx the dragonfly. "I do not recall ever asking for your opinion or even caring what you think, you black hole to all things logical and sane," I snapped.

Sparx huffed at my reply which is typical IC, I am able now to predict your actions with unerring accuracy, yet I wish I couldn't. There was going to be a change in this relationship, I swear! I would apologize to Spyro for the things I would do to IC later if need be. "A pity you came back it was nice and quiet." IC remarked.

That little yellow son of a… he still is unwise enough to insult me I see. He really thinks he'll not suffer the consequences for such an action? FOR SHAME, there will be no chance in HELL of that! Oh, the things I have contemplated of doing to you IC. Now that I have had the time to think about them, the only thing left to decide is which idea I enact first!

Lara was next to me looking from me to Sparx with confusion which is understandable as she'd never met the pain herself. Funny enough Sparx had yet to notice my companion even though she was staring at him in confusion. The idiot probably is mistaking Lara for Spyro, them both being purple and all. The only reason I can come up for the lightbulb with wings mistaking Lara for his brother is stupid is as stupid does and all of that. "Saber who is that," asked Lara.

I turned to Lara with surprise as I know I have told her about Sparx before, several different times as I recall. But what made this interesting was when I glanced back to the endless windbag I got a welcome sight. Sparx seemed to be at a loss for words, which was very rare for him. I raised a paw and pointed to Sparx as I answered Lara, "That thing would be the dragonfly I told you about. The light bulb with wings, the ghastly gossip, the endless windbag, the incessant chatterbox or IC is what I call him for short. Feel free to use whichever of those names fits your pleasure to call him or even come up with your own names? His name is technically is Sparx, but I see no reason to call him by his name when the other names that I just stated fit him far better."

"Hey I resent that," IC retorted.

I faced Sparx and smirked as I have missed taunting him so much! There is just a joy unlike any other I get when I one up IC. Chalk one up for me baby! "I am sure you do, but as I recall you brought this upon yourself. So IC, I think you need to be put back in line since you apparently have had free reign to do as you please while I was gone. I am mmmmore than willing to do so. Now then, to the business of such actions and their consequences; Barbecuing or Deep Fat Frying, which of those two activities is your preference?"

"Neither of those," IC replied.

I held back the laugh that tried escaping me, "That is not an acceptable answer you light bulb with wings! I would say for you to note that I will hunt you down to enact one of these on you whether you like it or not." My grin turned malicious, "So running will not help you! If anything, it means I get to choose which activity we do! If you have a problem with my services that you get, then you should not have annoyed me so much!" Sparx visibly gulped as I continued, "So, pick your poison ya punk! I haven't got all day for you to decide!"

I giggled maliciously to add to the taunting as Sparx zoomed off after I said that. Well, I'll have the joy of hunting him down later. If he thinks he can escape me, then he is in for a nasty surprise. I will show him the skills I have learned from most recent escapades. After IC zoomed off, I along with Lara resumed our journey at a walking pace to the lower tier. I thought the day would get better with prospects of getting back at IC ahead as Lara and I had been going to meet Seth who was waiting for his sister. Spectra had been traveling or something like that, Seth hadn't really been that specific on what she was doing on her said travels.

I was a bit wary of Lara at the moment as she's due for another mating cycle sometime soon, if what Cynder had told me was correct about the timing of the cycle. I now know that I get six month periods of not needing to worry about the dragonesses going into heat. Actually more like two months then a little less than four months for that which is because Tarra's mating cycle is about two months after Lara's by my estimation. I mean, Lara looked and seemed fine for the moment, so I wasn't too worried about her being overly clingy yet. Still, Lara and I headed down to the gates of Warfang to meet up with Seth. We arrived at the square in front of the gates and I was looking around trying to spot Seth. I spotted him after a few minutes of looking and walked over to him with Lara a step behind me, "Hey Seth, finally found you! Sorry that I am a little late. I was delayed by IC," I greeted.

Seth turned to the sound of my voice and smiled yet, his smile faltered for a second slightly when he saw Lara. The morning after telling my tale I had taken Seth and Spyro aside to discuss and explain my issue with Lara. Both had said they would help me as they could after the talk, and I thank them for that even if there is little they could do. Spyro would be a tad more help than Seth as Spyro has a bit more experience in this area than Seth, but it is the thought that counts, right?

"Hi Saber, just glad you made it down here," Seth replied, then he hesitated, "Good morning Lara."

Lara nodded and replied in kind to Seth which it better than nothing if you ask me. Both my original friends and newly made friends from Carona were getting along with one another, there were just some rough areas still. I was about to try to smooth thing over between the two as I've hitherto done, when an icy cold shiver shot down my spine. I instantly froze, for I haven't had a danger signal flare up like this for a while… months now that I think about it! And I am dreading what is about to happen for that reason. My bad luck had been fairly regular lately, so it hasn't had any time to buildup. That in mind, nothing big should happen right now, but with my luck as it is, though it isn't always completely predictable. Things had been fairly quiet for a while now, though it seems that was about to come to an end if this danger signal is anything to go by then that said end was nigh! I doubt it will be good for me at all, "Ah Seth, there was no need for you to come meet me here in the square before the gate," said the voice of Spectra.

The three of us turned our heads to see Spectra approaching us and as I gazed at Spectra, I was a little confused for a moment. Spectra wouldn't set off my danger sense at the magnitude it had just gone off at… not anymore at least that I would expect. So, then if it wasn't Spectra, then the source had to been somewhere close. Well while Seth was greeting Spectra and Lara was staring at her, I glanced around trying to find the cause of my danger sense going off. My gaze stopped at a spot a little beyond Spectra. I felt my heart speed up with ice cold fear flowing through my veins and I was trying my best not to shake at what I saw! Behind Spectra, a little distance was a certain grey dragoness I had hoped never ever to see anytime soon again in the future. The cause of my danger sense going off at the level it did was plain and had proven my dread justified and verified!

Apparently Spectra on her travels had stopped by to see Sarana likely on her way back to Warfang from wherever she had gone to. I know that Spectra is supposed to be friends with Sarana, but does mean Spectra has to bring her here? I don't want to go through any of what that dragoness had done to me again, I have enough on my plate to deal with. I need Sarana's 'affections' as much as need the bubonic plague or I think it is also known as the black plague too! Oh hell, I had a horrible thought, what if Sarana and Lara double team me?! NOOOOOOO! I wouldn't survive that in any STABLE mental state!

While I was panicking internally, Sarana was at the same time glancing around in curiosity assumingly at the changes that had happened. I was attempting to quell the panic within me, yet as vivid memories of what Sarana had done to me previously flashed through my mind, I failed miserably. However I didn't let my internal struggle be seen outwardly as that would easily give me away. Throughout the waves of panic, I had a thought, an epiphany if you will.

Sarana shouldn't know I have become a dragon, if Spectra hasn't said anything to her and I am praying on hands and knees she didn't, then Sarana shouldn't know it is me that is in front of her. Everyone I have met, figured out I was myself by recognizing the sound of my voice as it didn't change when I was a dragon or human. I should be safe if I keep my mouth shut completely and not do anything that will tip her off it is me. I can't shake and tremble while I am around her as much as my body might want to do so, it only seemed to incense her to keep going as I recall. I SHALL NOT ALLOW MY BODY TO DO THAT!

I haven't forgotten any of the things she did to me since there is no way I can! I had nightmares about those horrible experiences up till I got to Carona, then the subjects of my nightmares drastically changed due to endless new material the memories provided me that were legions worse than Sarana's administrations. Yet, I only have problems with the memories when I am sleeping or at least trying to. Still that doesn't mean I want her to torture me again! I need a break during the day from the horrors I see at night!

Once again I asserted my amazing mental discipline and I forced myself not to shake and put up a front of being calm and collected even though I wasn't in any way. Anyone looking at me would think I hadn't a care in the world! That's exactly what I want others to see and believe! Seth glanced at me and gave me a look of slight pity for he knew how I could be around Sarana as he had been there after the time she had tortured me. Said dragoness came up and faced Spectra, "So did anyone ever find that human Saber? I liked him, we had such fun together. He knew how to show a dragoness a fun time," she commented.

FUN she says, a GOOD time she says! I neither know what or where she had been seeing at the time she had tortured me, nor do I want to know really. Sarana had been the only one having fun in those activities! As to showing her a good time, never again no matter what offer is made to try and convice me! I value my health and sanity too highly to even risk attempting taking such things she had done again. It is surprising that I'm the first one that she asks about, though I don't take that as a complement, if anything it means that she misses what she considers her favorite toy. So, I just kept silent, repeating the mantra 'keep quiet and she won't know it's you' in my head as if my life depended on it. In a way and for my day time life it did depend on Sarana not knowing I was right in front of her as a dragon! Unfortunately for me, my luck would have none of that as Sarana noticed me and looked at me with surprise. CRAP, I'm so dead! "What the?! Is he a white dragon?! I didn't think there were scales of that color," Sarana said.

Did… did I just get a Miracle?! Maybe I'm not in as much trouble as I thought I was yet! Oh how silly of me, to expect that I would be getting out of this, not a chance of that happening. Divine intervention doesn't work in miraculous ways for me, I instead get the reverse. The reason for that is that I'm too much a magnet for horrible random CRAP! I know that I should accept that Sarana would be torturing me soon enough and just get it over and done with and move on to finding ways to forget. Yet I wasn't willing to give up that easily and would keep trying the hardest I can to get out of this situation. It was at this time Lara had started to growl soft and low in Sarana's direction. No, please don't Lara, for my sake please, don't do that to Sarana. But Sarana heard the growl and she looked over at Lara with confusion and annoyance. "What is your problem? Who are you anyway," she asked then blinked, "You are a purple dragoness right, so you are not Spyro."

Seth came to my aid and spoke up as I was still keeping my maw clamped tight shut. I was trying not to hyperventilate as the icy cold panic that was flowing through me was on the rise. In my current standing, things were bad for me at the start and were speedily getting worse! My perfect plan of getting out of being found out by Sarana is currently being blown to hell by Lara! "Her name is Lara. Sarana," Seth started.

Nonetheless, Lara interrupted him, "So you are Sarana?!"

"Yes, what is it to you," Sarana returned.

I knew it was going to go bad when these two met, but not this catastrophic. Of course Lara would see Sarana as some sort of rival and why I have no clue? Sarana is not someone I want to be around even if you paid me to be. Again females are strange creatures to me and I don't think I will ever fully understand them. I desperately looked around for a way out of this dire situation as I needed to bail out of this ASAP before things got much worse! I don't dare ask how that is possible, because I DON'T want to know!

I caught Spectra's eyes,hoping for help in this and saw a look of pity for me. I felt the blood drain from my face almost instantly after I got that look from Spectra. Though I would bet none would see any difference in the color of my face while I'm a dragon, the white scales and all, so I can't get any paler. No, sh-she wouldn't, Spectra wouldn't do that to me. My breathing which I had managed to have kept calm up till now was becoming uneven as the panic was spreading through me and kept getting stronger ever second. Spectra had been there when Sarana had shown that she had a liking for me. When I say she took a liking to me, it was in reality being used as her new favorite toy! My body began to ever so slightly shake, I couldn't stop it much longer. I was becoming more than afraid now. My mind started a very dangerous spiral of thoughts of spending time without choice or parole with Sarana.

Spectra wouldn't sentence me to the idea akin to public torture that precedes execution, would she? I don't deserve that type of treatment! I know that I was losing my mental control, yet my mind was clouded by fear and terror, so give me a break! The mental control that remained to me was breaking quickly, I was barely hanging on to what I still had and I needed to calm down. I was overthinking this, that was all! Remember keep quiet and Sarana will not know I'm here. I looked over to Spectra again in hopes that what I had seen moments ago had been my imagination playing some kind of cruel sick game with me.

To my fast growing horror, I saw Spectra turning to Sarana. My eyes went widen at her action and the fear that had been rising in me spiked. If this is a game, then I don't want to play it anymore! This wasn't a game to me, this was SERIOUS BUSINESS! SHE WAS GOING TO RAT ME THE HELL OUT! The spiral of destructive thought my brain had been racing through went into a plummeting nosedive! Now my mind was diving down; was out of control and unable to pull up out of it. Before I could stop myself I blurted out words in panic, "NO, SPECTRA DON'T DO IT!"

There was… well, not dead silence per say as there were others all around us, but just those present here had gone quiet. Those listening can understand the hole, you can call it a grave I had just dug myself with my reaction. All eyes were on me now due to my outburst and I was made aware just what I had done for myself. DAMN IT, I just served as my own judge, jury and executionerrrr in this! I had literally sentenced myself to something that will make death a mercy! Sarana now had her sight glued to me as she had recognized my voice, no doubt about that, yet it seems my current draconic form was confusing her.

After a minute passed a wide grin spread across her face as she continued to look at me. Well, this isn't the way I envisioned I would exit my life, and I guess what comes to mind right now was 'goodbye cruel world'. So the final question of my life remains, to whom do I get to blame and instill my wrath upon?! Will it be the Man Upstairs or The Foolish One Beneath?! Will it be heaven that falls this day or will it be the day of judgment and reckoning for hell?! In any event I will be stirring up things and making waves unlike anything that have been seen before, I swear I will! I will make them rule the day they left me to this fate!

Things seemed to move in slow motion, which made it so much worse as I saw Sarana coming towards me. I felt the first powerful shot of adrenaline, the wonderful substance living creatures' bodies produce in times of need and in the occurrences of emergencies hit me. And if this wasn't an emergency, then I don't know what else is! If ever there was a time I needed that substance, it was NOW! I began to move to try to get out of the way, when a purple object collided with Sarana. I halted and stared in utter shock at the sight of Lara on top of Sarana using paw, talon, and tail blade to subdue the dragoness. Sarana took a couple of seconds to start to fight back against her attacker.

Well I hadn't seen this resulting outcome, not that I was going to complain about it as I escaped a horrible experience. Lara had just saved me from a fate I didn't want in the slightest! Out of the corner of my eye I saw Seth with his maw matching mine, being dropped in sheer shock and amazement! Spectra strode forward at the two fighting dragonesses with an air of authority, "Both of you stop this immediately," she demanded.

Neither Lara nor Sarana appeared to have heard Spectra as they were too focused on one another. If anything, Spectra's order acted as the green light for the two dragonesses to start the banter and really get this fight going. Well I might as well act as the announcer for this fight then.

[Really Saber? You should really know better than to…]

Ignore the lame Narrator if you would and let me take the wheel and do my thing, [Ahem, Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to this catfight/chick fight match of the century on this fine day. In the blue corner; the champion, the dragoness with a steel vice grip, the Grey Terror Sarana!]

[Unseen audience cheering]

[And in the red corner, the challenger, the tireless and unrelenting dragoness, the Purple Nightmare Lara!]

[More cheering]

[Now the moment you've all been waiting for… LLLLET'S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEEEE!]

"What is your problem," snarled Sarana.

[It's the grey terror first from the get go! She starts this fight with a demanding the Nightmare's reasons as she tries to hold down the challenger!]

Lara kept on top of Sarana, "I will not let you get your paws on him," she growled.

[Oh and what a counter! The purple nightmare ignores her opponent's words, but instead just gives her demands while she lays down a swipe-down with her forepaws! Ladies and gentlemen this is a grueling fight from the start! It appears the champion may be in trouble!]

[More cheering]

"I do not know what you are talking about," snapped Sarana.

[The grey terror seems confused by the purple nightmare, but… oh wait... what's this?!]

Sarana threw off Lara and then got over her and began trying pin her down to the ground.

[The terror has thrown the challenger off with an excellent use of the hind legs! The terror quickly takes initiative and jumps on top of the purple nightmare! Oh my how the tables have turned on our challenger!]

[More cheering]

[What a Chick fight this is people! The one thing that is clear in this fight is the winner will give the loser a show-lacking they will never forget!']

[That is enough of that Saber, get back on track or I'll go into detail about what you will face if Sarana wins.]

Alright, you've made your point Mr. Narrator, I'll contain myself even if those listening like my way of announcing. So, sorry that I lost myself in the moment and really got into the fight, ha ha ha. Anyways by this point, groups of dragons, moles and some cheetahs had gathered around the square and were now watching the catfight. I mean come one, how could they not watch it?! Lara and Sarana were clawing and hitting each other without a care that they had an audience! Actually, I would assume the two dragonesses haven't even noticed that they had an audience, both dragonesses were far too focused on each other at the moment! They were seriously out to kill each other, or at least hurt and maim one another at a bare minimum before they were forced to stop.

A catfight on its own is hard not to watch it as it happens and unfolds and I would know. After all, watching girls fighting is always worth watching, but when it turns into a catfight, niceties are thrown out the window and they resort to fighting dirty. Today, I'm seeing firsthand what "fighting dirty" entails with dragonesses and let me tell you, it isn't any better than human females do. However, this one is the type of chick fight that you can accurately compare to a train wreck, you don't want to stare, but you just can't look away! It was as Seth and I were watching this that I heard a voice from behind me, "What is going on?"

I glanced back to find the voice belonged to Spyro and he wasn't alone. Spyro was accompanied by Cynder, Cyra, Ruben and Solara. Oh my, I have a feeling that this is going to get interesting in more ways than one, ha ha wee. I still haven't forgotten that Spectra and Solara had been the one to stop Lara and Tarra from fighting earlier, yet that was before the fight had actually started. This fight was already going full throttle and neither side is likely to slow down, nor shows signs of surrendering in the near future. I turned back to the fight, though I did take the time to answer Spyro, "Oh well, just a catfight of amazing proportions, other than that nothing much," I said this in a calm matter of fact tone.

It isn't like I haven't seen a catfight or anything as I've seen them before now. They happened every now and again back at the dojo, so I have seen my fair share of girls fighting one another for whatever reasons they use to excuse their motive for a fight. Now, when guys fight, the reasons are usually upfront, easy to see, and are understandable in the logic they follow. When girls fight, unlike guys they go into the said fight with the intent beyond just settling differences, normally from the start. It feels really different when you are the reason that the fight is happening, it makes it a little more… well more. "What are you taking about? What is a catfight," asked Spyro.

I had a double take at Spyro's last question as it was kind of shocking to me as it had me question that Spyro doesn't know what a catfight is. It led me to believe that these kinds of fights must not happen in public often, meaning dragonesses must keep this kind of thing out of the view of dragons, that's nice to note. Females act nice in front of the males in the dragon species, while behind their backs they are not, at least when it comes to laying claim on a male dragon for a mate is concerned.

I used my right forepaw to wave Spyro forward to come to my right side. When he had come to be beside me, I placed my forepaw on the back of Spyro's head and guided him by turning his head so that he couldn't miss the scene that was the catfight between Lara and Sarana. On seeing this, his maw promptly dropped in shock. It would seem that my original assumption of Spyro never seeing a catfight before was right on the money; that meant this was his first! What a catfight to be his first to see and from the front row no less! Oh Spyro is in for a treat!

Well, long and short of it, the catfight had ended in a 'draw' if that's the way you want to put it nicely. If you want to be technical about it, the four female guardians had put a stop to it. And yes, it took two guardians on each dragoness to finally separate them. Yet they had adequate time to do maiming, harm, and all kinds of injuries to one another before the said separation occurred. To be honest, I was kind of bummed at the ending of the fight, it had just beginning to get even better. The results of the catfight were as follows, Lara spent two weeks in the healer wing, along with Sarana who spent four weeks there. The reason of the difference between the stays of the two dragonesses was Sarana had to be tied down and watched a good deal of the time to make sure she stayed in the healer wing to recover. Lara waited and did what she was told by the healer dragons and she was released at the end of the two weeks. Sarana spent almost four weeks in the healer wing, mostly due to her struggling that hindered her body healing.

As for me that gave me a much needed break from the two, which I was happy about! I suppose Lara could have been starting her mating cycle at the time even if she was a little time away from my estimation. That fact had effectively contributed to the catfight and well… never mind, not a subject I see a reason to get into. Hence the reason I had decided to take a personal "trip" while those two were in the healer wing.

It had been Hunter the Cheetah that had originally suggested the time away from Warfang which was so simple yet pure genius admittedly! Well back to the point, Hunter had shown me the way to one of the villages of the cheetah tribe the first time I'd done the idea. Thankfully, it wasn't the one that Chief Prowless was in charge of and I spent two weeks there in peace and quiet, without dragonesses trying to jump my bones via assault tactics. Anyway, by the time I'd taken the time to think seriously about things as they were for me, I realized that about nine months had passed for me since the Battle of Warfang. I have set up a kind of routine which is nice, which isn't exactly comfortable to the point that I could completely relax, but manageable and doable and that's what counts. Yet knowing how my life goes, that is bound to change sooner or later and I have fourteen years of experience to back that statement! Even though I have become or turned back to being a dragon, that doesn't affect my luck or my knack of attracting trouble by any means!

Chapter End

A/n

And that is where I leave off as I did before. You readers likely have noticed that I'm doing less if any flashbacks in the story and am going through in more chronological order with events and that is correct. Also, I find the that "Narrator" coming in is becoming rather amusing so it will be an ongoing point and I hope you readers find it amusing too. As always, some of you write a review and tell me what you think of the story or simply ask me questions that you may have.