Disclaimer: RedDragonX does not own, will never own, though he wishes on occasion he really did own: Spyro the Dragon. All characters relating to or known to take part in the video game series are the property (unfortunately), of Activision. I do, however, own all characters of my own creation and any other asinine conceptions I might concoct within the insane asylum that is sometimes my imagination.
Chapter 2:
Variance
"So he just appeared? Out of thin air?" asked a draken of elegant bearing.
Her scales bore an intense orange hue about them and her yellow eyes sparkled in the sunlight. Two elongated horns stretched upwards and curved forward from the rear of her skull, the pattern repeating down the back of her neck. Various, spade shaped barbs were patterned down her spine, tail capped with a honed, flame-like blade. She appeared fit, but certainly leaned towards a more alluring feminine build. Her most interesting featured, however, was the symbol embedded upon her forehead.
"That's right, the only thing they found afterward was a huge crater. Well, that and Spyro's body pinned against a tree." responded a drake of well-built proportions.
His scales were a hue of burnt umber and his irises stone gray. His body was well muscled and limbs toned, an epitome of constant drilling and exercises. Two sturdy horns extended out from his skull horizontally and curved forward, while the top of his head was lined with a mohawk composed of sharpened obsidian. The pattern continued down his back, breaking at some points, but ending with a thick, mace-oriented tail cap.
Both wore their own manner of stylistic armors, though Terradon's leaned more towards a heavier variance of shock armor as opposed to Solarana's lighter leather braces. The jeweled stones gracing the chains upon their necks gleamed in the rich embrace of the afternoon sun.
"Well, I've certainly seen my fair share of exotic magics, but according to Scorch, it was an attempt on Spyro's life." she replied, the duo currently climbing an immense set of stone steps towards the central council chambers.
"Scorch is always eager to spur on some manner of violent altercation. There is a reason I put him on the night patrols after all. He was always looking to pick fights for the most asinine of reasons. It was the only way to keep him from bashing in another recruits' snout." He snorted in annoyance.
She smirked a bit, her hips and tail swaying behind her in a manner obviously meant to draw attention. The drake chuckled to himself as one of the oncoming Cadets found his gaze distracted; tripping over his own paws a moment later to the chorus of crashing limbs and armor.
He only sighed, "Really Solarana, you tease them enough. I would have thought they'd catch wind of your tricks and games by now."
She smirked and raised her head upwards, striking a feigning pose of innocence. "What? Girls need attention sometimes. Not my fault if they are so easily duped. Perhaps Flame should do a better job teaching them to focus at the Academy."
He only rolled his eyes and watched as the now flustered drake Cadet pulled himself up and make a hasty exit. "I hope you never unleash the full power of your charms on me."
The draken gave him a daring look before letting her orbs trace up and down his frame. "Well, you do look quite handsome all dressed up in your armor Terradon. Your grandfather would be proud." She smirked and continued up the steps, the seething sunlight beating down upon their frames.
The drake made sure she wasn't looking before a blatant smirk of silliness found his snout. Solarana loved to tease just about any male she met, but those who knew her better learned not to judge by these toying compliments.
He quickened his pace, wanting to reach the council chambers as soon as possible. Last night's event had the entire Temple in a flurry of activity. Various scribes and messengers were already taking flight to numerous destinations. An attack on someone like Spyro could cause severe consequences in this political climate, much like a stone disrupting an undisturbed ponds' surface.
Solarana reached the apex just moments before Terradon, her eyes quickly snapping to the nearest Corpsman, the unlucky individual being a timid looking cheetah. Terradon just mused as she started barking various demands for up to the minute details on anything of relevance.
The drake simply moved forward, stepping between two massive pillars carved in the visage of noble dragon ancestors, their wings stretching upon high to support the majestic structure. The moles were truly gifted architects. After the war with Malefor ended and the world was reborn, they were quick to honor their "saviors" by aiding to construct an even grander Temple then before.
He couldn't help but draw a great sense of irony from this decision. The world had just been freed from a tyrant of unbelievable cruelty, and they'd immediately rushed to proclaim new masters of a sort. He shook the idea from his mind and remembered that the situation had completely reversed.
This was an Alliance, and while dragons certainly were seen as the de facto leaders, in truth it was designed to encourage universal cooperation and good will. Of course, that was the initial idea.
As dragons, it was considered a duty to remember their obligation to all creatures of this world. Their power was their curse, and they had to mentally prepare themselves to control that burden, less they end up no better than drakes like Malefor.
While Malefor was unique in the way only a purple dragon could be, it was in the blood of all drakes and drakens to naturally behave as an apex species. They were powerful in both physical and magical aspects thus were greatly susceptible to darker emotions such as arrogance or hubris.
He continued forward, four more Corpsman saluting him and then proceeding to open a large set of iron double-doors. Terradon stepped in, the flurry of activity before him rather breath taking.
The noble and proud Cyril was currently deep in some manner of disagreement with Volteer, the two Guardians standing off on the opposite of the great bowl that endowed the room. The building was by design a massive rotunda, thus it made the perfect spot to hold assemblies. Four sets of stairs descended downwards into the arena, splitting various pews that were designed for dignitaries or special visitors. At the bottom, the circular speaking area was further divided up by eight podiums, each lining the sphere-shaped platform.
It was certainly a massive room, and it was clearly designed to hold far more then it currently did. Terradon proceeded down the steps, his eyes taking note of Hunter, the wily cheetah standing stoically and taking mental notes of anything he observed. Further down towards the center, was Terrador. The massive Earth Guardian was well known to him, as he was kin. He was currently speaking at length with Sampson: Counselor of the Moles, Hamzah: Representative of the Zuberi Pride, and Crastor.
Terradon stopped short of the group, clearly not wanting any part in what was currently stirring. Crastor was also a member of the Council, but served mostly as a stand in for the real representative to Warfang. Needless to say, his presence wasn't willingly desired.
The city of Warfang itself was heavily rebuilt after the war ended. Moles were proud of their work and only ever sought to improve it as true testament to their resilience. However, the city also was home to many other species, dragons heavy among them.
Self-Government wasn't possible in such a flurry of events, and so, one of the more junior Guardians was elected to take up position as Magistrate of Warfang.
That was nearly four years ago, and it was a topic of heavy debate at the time. In the end, Cyril vouched for one of his brothers in element to take up the newly minted mantle. His name was Zacharah: an ice drake of exceptional ability and knowledge. It was once rumored that his thirst for reading was so great that he demanded the Temple library as his personal chambers.
Terradon leaned against one of the large stone podiums that circled the oration pavilion. The only one thus far visibly noticing his presence being his grandfather, the large Elder Guardian having nodded softly in his direction. Taking consideration of his stealthy advantage, the studious drake focused on observing Crastor.
He was a drake getting along in years, his grayish colored scales being lined with various cracks and notable disfigurements. Once Zacharah took up residence in Warfang, he'd selected Crastor to be his direct representative to the Council, as the Guardian found himself too "busy" to make prompt trips back to the gatherings.
The wind dragon noticed Terradon's stares, and only returned them with a slight sneer before returning to the arguments at hand. One thing was for sure: he and Scorch might very well get along splendidly.
The younger drake let his eyes continue to wander, Solarana finally starting to make her way into the bowl, flanked by the same poor scribe she corralled earlier. This only caught his attention for the briefest of moments, as he felt something bump into his flank.
"Oh, sorry about that Terradon, I wasn't watching my step." spoke a noticeably smaller mustard hued drake. He was the spitting image of a certain nearby Guardian, and Terradon offered a half-smile before nodding.
"Don't worry about it Iolaus, I'm sure I won't be the first one." responded Terradon before gazing out at the bustling scene, more Cadets and Corpsman starting to enter the rotunda.
The electric graced drake snickered and followed his friend's eyesight, a rather hefty looking book dangling from his side; attached by virtue of a leather strap hooked upon one of his spines. "Yeah, gonna be far more hectic then preferable … and we haven't even received the new representative yet."
Terradon had forgotten all about that. He was supposed to be organizing a detachment to greet the new arrival by mid-day. Safe to say, he could afford to wait a little bit longer. "Yeah … we haven't had any direct contact with the water drakes for a long time, I'm not exactly sure on how best to handle such an event."
"Certainly couldn't be worse then what happened yesterday." replied Iolaus. Terradon could only huff and step past him.
"Don't ever say that, bad luck and all," he muttered back before a thought quickly crossed his mind. "Have you seen her?"
Iolaus shook his head slowly. "No … nobody has yet. Nor do I think they desire to."
As if on cue a deep shadow enveloped the doorway, the intensity of which causing several of the Cadet guards to slump backwards in fear. It moved quickly, sliding down the stairs like water over rock before pouring into the center of the chamber, everyone in the area stepping back in rapid shock or foreboding acceptance.
The dark pool swirled for several moments before a lightning quick draken burst forth from the ground, causing a shower of darkened orbs to rain over a silent audience. When she landed, the rage in her eyes was paralyzing. Terradon couldn't help but lower his snout in the presence of such a spectacle of raw frustration. The Guardians made no movements, nor did any of the other council members, the only one who seemed completely unfazed was Hunter, the cool feline just leaning back against his podium and crossing his arms.
Cynder turned her head quickly, finding Terrador's gaze and wasting no time in closing the gap, causing the previous conversation goers to give ground. Her neck fully arched as she nearly met the Elder Guardian snout to snout, tail twitching in obvious anger.
"Where is it?" she asked vehemently.
Terrador made no visual movement and just blinked, obviously picking over his response wisely.
"It?"
Cynder snarled before letting her wings expand outwards, nearly knocking Sampson and Crastor over. "IT! Or HIM! Whichever you prefer, I don't care, but where?"
Terradon felt Solarana's presence at this side, Iolaus having shrunk back some as if attempting to gain position for a quick get away.
"He is currently being held in the barracks until we have further details about what happened." stated the green Guardian firmly, his emerald eyes locked with raging orbs of jade.
"Oh? Well, then I will have to pay him a visit mys-"
"You will do no such thing at this time." he rebuked in stone absoluteness, causing Cynder's eyes to widen as she lowered her frame as if preparing to pounce.
"He must answer for this."
"What makes you think he will not?"
Cynder growled again before letting her wings fold back against her flanks, doing the best she could to control her rage in such a public scenario.
"I understand your frustration Cynder," interjected Cyril, the bluish ice dragon coming around opposite Terrador's position. "It is … an act of utmost curiosity indeed. However, we cannot employ such rash actions upon so little facts. The only other witness to the event was Scorch, and we all know of his habit to … inflame an incident."
Terrador nodded to his counterpart's words, orbs once more falling back to Cynder as Volteer joined the congregation. "FactsFactsFacts my dearCynder. Hemustbestuided and observed,wemayneverhave suchanopportunity again!"
Cynder shook her head in annoyance before finally relenting, her frame relaxing slightly before she snorted. "Fine, have it your way, but if this is ever revealed to be deliberate in any manner, nobody … I mean nobody will touch him … but me."
Her voice was laced with a certain venom only she could produce when angered. It was a sight that had become much rarer, but that was when Spyro wasn't laying in a freshly wounded state.
Terradon took the opportunity to step forward, his calm stone-gray eyes meeting Cynder's and offering a confident smile.
"He's my friend Cynder, I promise we will get to the bottom of it. I won't rest until the truth is found."
Terrador hummed in approval of his grandson's words, releasing a heavy sigh before using the lull to change the subject.
"We have another matter entirely to worry about this day. No doubt, the water dragon representative will be arriving within the hour. We need to prepare accordingly."
His gaze fell back to Terradon, Solarana coughing before addressing the Guardians. "All preparations have been made in terms of hospitality, but I believe the security detail has yet to be assembled."
"Very well then. Your responsibility, Terradon. I believe it would be for the best if you included Scorch in your party." commanded Cyril.
Terradon let an eyeridge raise in surprise, his limbs getting stiff at such a suggestion. "Are you sure that is wise? You all know how he is, it may not be the best for a favorable impression."
His grandfather released another hefty sigh before one of the various Scribes called for his attention, forcing him to a quick notion of approval. "He does have his ways, but he's also the best we have in terms of protection-"
"Is he now?" interjected Terradon with an obviously prideful tone. Solarana and Iolaus chuckled to themselves.
"Well, you will not be staying here for long if I recall. It would be wise to ensure there is adequate protection for when you're recalled to the Academy." retorted Terrador, his attention already diverted.
His grandson released a grunt of annoyance before nodding in compliance. "Very well, I will meet with him at once to discuss the issue. Is he with the … accused?"
Cynder's eyes perked up at the mention of the new arrival, her anger slowly starting to be enveloped by curiosity like many of the others. Hunter removed himself from his statue-like pose to respond.
"Yes, I'm sure that he's been having a grand old time trying to break him."
Terradon pushed aside any such notions and proceeded back towards the stairs. "Alright, I'll go and have a look at just what we are dealing with then. If he isn't already beaten to a pulp."
Hunter took stride beside him, sharp blue eyes being sure to avoid the intense gaze of a certain nearby lion ambassador. "I think I shall accompany you, I'm not, as of yet, quite in the mood for politics."
The umber dragon nodded and half-smirked. He and Hunter were very aligned in this manner of thinking. They didn't really prefer having to take part in discussions and verbal maneuvering, being much more inclined to pursue physical action rather then debate in circles.
Solarana slowly made her way towards Cynder, both drakens watching the two depart from the council chamber with hints of envy. The ebony draken huffed before turning on claw, already having had enough of daily appearances.
"I'm surprised Cynder! That was an impressive display of control on your part. We'll make an ambassador out of you yet." chirped Solarana with feigned humor.
Cynder made no movement to face her, instead letting the barb of her tail click against the stone floor. "Spare me, I only did what was necessary given the current situation. This is an arena more suited for those who prefer masking themselves in schemes. While I may control the shadows, I do not desire to permanently reside in them."
Solarana narrowed her eyes somewhat, feeling the jade orbs of Cynder meet her own for but a brief moment. "Be that as it may … how's Spyro?"
Cynder closed her eyes and sighed. "As far as I've been told, he will make a full recovery. Most of the serious damage was to his wing. It will be some time before he'll be able to take flight."
"We all know how tough he is, and Ember has taught the healers well. He'll be back to his old self in no time!" stated Iolaus with exuberance.
Solarana eyed him before giving a small nod, Cynder offering up her own smile to the younger drake. "Thank you Iolaus, I would expect nothing less from Spyro either, but if you'll excuse me, I think it's best if I remain at his side."
Both dragons nodded and bowed in slight submission. While Cynder was not directly acknowledged as part of the Council itself, she none the less bore the title of Guardian and Hero of the Realms, much like Spyro. This decision was met with quite a flurry of anger and hesitance. After all, she was still responsible for many heinous actions in the recent past. Such events would not be easy to forget for many residing upon the world.
Cynder paid her respects to the Guardians and other dignitaries, some responding better than others, before proceeding out of the chamber, content to return to her mates' side.
A strong and proud lion, bearing a tunic of white and red crossed his arms. A highly decorative sash crossed his chest, along with a thick leathery belt wrapping his waist. His mane was evident, but not nearly as large as most male lions.
"I am still not comfortable with that … creature." he spoke gruffly. All three Guardians looked to him, Sampson also half nodding while swallowing abruptly.
"While I can agree with you to a point, Cynder has more than made up for her past actions. Without her, odds are we wouldn't be here today. So, I would show her some manner of respect in that regard." replied Cyril, his noble shoulders rolling back to make himself appear grander.
Volteer snickered somewhat while Terrador huffed to himself. The feline didn't seem phased by the defense and crossed his arms even tighter. "You may be comfortable with her in that regard, but the Harbinger of Darkness is only known in one way to my Pride. I myself only see her as the winged terror that descended from on high to disembowel an entire colony with her own fangs."
The Guardians made no further comments, knowing that he'd done nothing more then provide solid facts. The mole, Sampson, removed the helmet from his baldish head, rubbing it with his paw before mustering a cautious retort.
"She has caused much harm to my own kin as well, but … there is no doubt in our minds that she resents her actions and was not herself. What more do you wish her to prove?"
The lion sneered at the smaller creature, forcing Sampson to immediately take a defensive posture. "She still needs to prove everything for us. For all we know, she's still secretly in allegiance with the dark powers."
"Enough Hamzah!" bellowed Terrador. Everyone ceased speaking immediately and submitted themselves to his commanding aura. "There will be a time and place to have a conversation about this issue, but it isn't today. Until then, don't forget that you are still our guest here. The Lion Prides have not yet been admitted to the Alliance."
Hamzah could only repress a snarl and bite his tongue, knowing the powerful drake did have a point. The lion's fur bristled before smirking to himself, powerful jaws mustering a response. "As you wish, but take care not to forget, noble Guardians, we may or may not decide to even take part in your little confederation. You would be wise to remember our needs before servicing your own!"
With that, the lion departed, various eyes following as he did so. Sampson rubbed his brow before staring back up at Terrador. "You will have to consider everything carefully with them, I've never met such a stubborn species before."
The impatient Guardian nodded roughly before rolling his shoulders, wings shaking out a cramp. "Yes, it has become a growing hindrance indeed, but enough of that. It is time to prepare for the arrival of our new dignitary."
Another clenched fist made contact with the drake's jaw, forcing him back against a chiseled stone wall. He could have sworn he tasted blood, but the mind had an interesting way of playing tricks in situations of unintended intensity.
The crimson drake shook his paw again, growling to himself before letting his wing knuckle lift his targets' chin. "I will admit, you are one freaking stubborn bastard, but surely you know that there is no escape for you at this point. Better you let us know everything up front and possibly avoid far worse."
Arus only shook his head and coughed, scales slightly bruised in certain spots as his gaze turned upwards, mind ablaze with confusion. "I … I don't know what to tell you, but even if I did, I probably wouldn't."
"Oh no? In that case you're just plain stupid, I could do this all day if it would make you feel better." snarled Scorch in response before slashing his claws across the shadowy drake's snout, forcing a pained yelp as the scales split and rapidly reddened.
Scorch could feel his anger beginning to congregate, and the Cadets behind him made a point of standing further back to avoid potential injuries. "You idiotic fool. You nearly killed perhaps the most famous dragon in our history last night and all you can do is sit there and make snide remarks. You're not helping yourself one bit."
Arus could only chuckle, body still not fully recovered from the transport that he remained tragically unaware of. "I don't think you're helping yourself either … each strike you make is getting weaker and weaker. Might want to save face with those cronies behind you and save yourself some embarrassment."
The crimson drake snarled and released his hold on the prisoners' jaw, Arus's snout slumping downwards before Scorch turned towards one of the Cadets, the smaller drake's eyes wide and slightly panicked by the motion.
"You! Do you think I'm weak?"
"Wha … no, no of course not Sub-Guardian." he replied sheepishly. A furious Scorch seemed unconvinced and gazed towards the other Cadet, this one being a cheetah.
"And you? I could have sworn I heard a scoff."
The cheetah was saved from responding by Arus coughing roughly, a weak chuckle following. "Wow, you really are paranoid. I bet you're the life of a party around here."
Scorch turned angrily and slammed Arus against the hard stones with his wings, the weakened drake being unable to offer up any resistance. "I swear, you will come to regret that comment. I can only hope the Guardians rule in favor of execution ... and even if they don't, that still won't save you from me."
Arus made no movements and just kept the same stubborn expression about his snout, though he continued to egg on his aggressor with the occasional half-smirk and grin.
"Scorch, that's enough!" bellowed an adamant voice the callous drake resented more than most. Cruel eyes peered backwards, eying the newly arrived umber drake. Within moments, he released the hold on Arus, letting the crippled drake slump to the tiled floor.
"Ah, Terradon, so nice of you to grace me with your presence. And Hunter also! Have you been interrupted from your beauty sleep?"
Terradon only exhaled while Hunter ignored the comment completely, stepping past Scorch despite a protesting snarl. The cheetah's eyes fell upon the roughed up body of Arus, feeling a slight twinge of disappointment in Scorch's version of "hospitality".
"So … is this what your idea of proper interrogation is?" asked the perturbed feline with a fierce glare. Scorch scoffed before returning his gaze to Terradon.
"What do you want now? Was my report once again not up to your expectations?" asked the crimson drake with dripping sarcasm.
Terradon blinked before stepping forward as well, settling just opposite of Hunter to investigate the 'murderer'. If anyone was truly guilty of such a crime they would have been contained in the dungeons, but since no official evidence had been submitted, the barracks was suitable on short notice. The room was meant to serve as mess hall for the facility; perhaps not the most suitable of locations for an unhinged dragon.
"Your report was more than satisfactory Scorch, but despite your testimony we don't have any other witnesses or descriptions about what occurred. The only other who would have input is Spyro, and we don't know how long he'll be recovering." said Terradon.
Scorch huffed and stepped between the pair, his frame larger than that of his counterpart, but roughly equal on terms of muscle mass. "Can't take my word for it, can you?"
"We do take your word," added Hunter, "But we are also more than aware that testimony in such a dire action would be better if provided by more than one source. That, and we all know quite well you have a habit of jumping to extremes."
The crimson drake frowned before shrugging, turning his eyes back to the 'accused'. "Well, if you think you can find out anything more than that, good luck. I've been attempting to loosen his tongue for hours and still haven't gotten anything more than a name."
"Is that right? Well, perhaps he will respond better to a more … evolved form of questioning." rebuked Terradon with a slightly smug gaze, though Scorch made no response.
Hunter slowly approached the sore drake and leaned down on one knee, his hood keeping most of his features in darkness. It was certainly a most curious sight to any onlooker, as the crack cheetah appeared out of place in the company of the larger winged serpents. "So, you have a name then yes?"
The drake coughed before lifting himself to his claws, sapphire eyes finding Hunter's. "Name? Yes, I'm … Arus."
The cheetah nodded in acknowledgment before raising his paws, grasping the edges of his hood and lowering it to reveal his sharp feline muzzle, blue eyes firm but relaxed. "I see, well, it's a pleasure to meet you Arus. I must apologize for your treatment thus far. Some within our organization have a more impatient approach in dealing with surprising situations."
Arus couldn't help but chuckle as Scorch frowned again. Terradon took the opportunity to move closer as well, extending one of his wing knuckles towards the oppressed drake.
"My name is Terradon, and this is Hunter. You are a guest of the Avalar Alliance."
Arus stared at the knuckle for a time, not exactly understanding what this "alliance" was and where he might really be, but something told him that this was genuine. Repeating the motion, he brought his knuckle up and bumped it with the umber drakes', Terradon despairing as drops of blood descended from the union.
Terradon also took notice of the runes that were decorating Arus's frame, tilting his head some before eying Hunter, the cheetah having already done the same. "Well, I too would like to offer an apology. Scorch means well … just has a more … 'passive aggressive' outlook."
Arus raised his eyeridges and looked towards his tormentor for the last few hours. He wasn't expecting much from this place simply based upon the short sampling, but these two started to put those worries to rest. Scorch only sneered at him, his crimson frame starting to turn towards the exiting archway.
"I'll be outside, this is boring me."
Terradon and Hunter watched the abrupt exit before the cheetah returned his attention to Arus, leaning on his knee at this point as Terradon rested back on his haunches.
"Now Arus," started Hunter, "I'm sure that Scorch has made you aware of what happened last night. According to him: you caused some manner of elemental explosion that resulted in the wounds to Spyro."
Arus narrowed his eyes slowly, desperately seeking answers for himself. "Explosion … Spyro? I'm sorry but who is Spyro?" he asked in despair.
Hunter and Terradon eyed each other alarmingly. Who was Spyro? The odds of there being anyone on the planet this unfamiliar with the name was next to non-existent. The cheetah took a deep breath and then focused on Arus with intensity.
"Spyro, the purple dragon and savior of our planet. Defender of the Realms and ambassador of peace."
Terradon continued, "You mean to say you've never heard of him?"
Arus just sneered in frustration, his limbs still weakened and starting to give out as he fended off collapse. The frustration was clearly mounting on his features. "I've … I don't know. None of this is familiar to me … I simply don't understand … nor have any answers…. truly …."
The dark drake's response caused Terradon to rub his head, Hunter keeping his eyes fixed on every movement Arus initiated.
He continued, "That other dragon … Scorch, he's been asking me all night about who I am, what my motives were … where I'm from … but-"
"You don't have any memory of it?" finished Hunter.
Arus gazed up at the cheetah and sighed in defeat before nodding. "All I can remember … is Arus, my name. Nothing before that, I certainly don't remember an explosion or hurting anyone. The first thing I remember is that prick of a drake launching a fireball at me and accusing me of blatant murder!"
The pair of Alliance officials were at a loss. Hunter made it one of his personal goals to learn how to read others through actions, but he was having difficulty pinning this one down. Terradon was more frustrated then the cat, as he'd promised Cynder that he would uncover the culprit.
"I see, well, this complicates things. The Council will no doubt want to interrogate you themselves." said Hunter, standing up as he did so. Terradon nodded begrudgingly before beginning to attend to the misplaced chairs and stools lingering nearby.
"Yeah … since Scorch is the only one who has spoken about the incident, a lot will depend on Spyro when he recovers," replied the umber drake before turning to Arus. "Until that time, more appropriate accommodations will be made for you here at the Temple. You're guilty of nothing until the Council rules … so you have the right to our hospitality."
Arus took a short breath and tilted his snout. In less than twelve hours he had experienced being accused of murder, beaten like a grotesque rug, subject to intense bouts of amnesia and was now being offered full benefits to their facility. Unfortunately, there was going to still be some manner of trial involved, so he refused let his hopes rise any higher.
"I … I gladly accept. I truly hope I haven't caused some manner of great disturbance." he replied in dire seriousness. He may not remember where he came from, but he would always recall who he truly was at heart.
"Good. Terradon, will you assign him quarters?" asked Hunter, locking his arms behind his back. The earth drake nodded and offered up a friendly smile; imploring the atmosphere of the room to shift for the better.
"Of course, it shouldn't take long at all, but it might be difficult to get him through the Temple without drawing unwanted attention."
Arus only laughed and forced himself to regain proper footing. "I really don't think that matters at this point. If what I've … done … was really that significant then most everyone will want a swing at me. Might as well get it over with."
Hunter and Terradon both released light chuckles before the cheetah turned to make his exit, crimson cape flowing as he did so. His frame came to a rapid halt, however, something that drew Terradon's attention.
His stone-gray eyes turned to the focus of Hunter's attention before feeling his own limbs go stiff. The two Cadets assigned to guard the door shrank back as a pool of shadow burst upwards from the carved stone, the event catching Arus's full attention as well. All three of them felt small barbs of dread as a fierce jade stare penetrated their souls. Hunter could only sigh in frustration.
"Why Cynder, what a pleasant surprise."
Xalanth paced in frustration, Razeth and Perrath both watching from the flanks as he made a serious attempt at burning paths into solid metal.
"How long Perrath?" he asked with force. The cyan draken turned her head back towards the panels she used to activate the spirit crystals. Razeth had no idea how any of these devices worked, so she remained silent, especially with the Legate in such a mood.
"I should know within sixty seconds or so. I have no doubt that he was placed where I wanted … but you never know. This is the first time we've tried it. Perhaps trial runs were in order?"
"We didn't have the time. I trusted you with this assignment, do not disappoint me." he replied sharply, causing a small sigh to escape Perrath's snout.
Razeth turned her attention to the time canister, observing the pulse like beam that was linking the two crystal spheres. A very distinct, yet soft, beat like rhythm was the only sound that echoed forth.
Perrath turned several knobs with her claws, adjusting some manner of frequency before placing her paw against the power pad again. She gave a light grunt as the panel lit up, the soul crystals humming and flashing once more, causing Razeth to jump and look over her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" she asked curiously.
"I'm attempting to dial in to Arus via his own soul signature. This machine was specifically designed for such a purpose. So long as he's alive we will be able to find him." she replied before channeling what seemed like intense concentration upon the receptacle. Razeth observed and Xalanth continued pacing.
Before long, Perrath smiled to herself and flicked another switch. Another monitor began to descend from above, this one larger than the one bearing the Consul from earlier.
"I've got him."
Xalanth finally perked up, his wings extending rapidly as a shot of gleeful energy burst through his muscles. "Good, now activate the display."
"Relax will you? So impatient. I'm working on it." She growled in response, causing Razeth to snicker and earn a stare from the Legate.
"You can't say she doesn't have a point Legate," she replied smartly, causing him to frown deeply. "The fact this even worked at all should earn her a little bit of leeway."
Xalanth snorted and closed his eyes, the large monitor continuing to descend before finally locking into place in front of the time capsule. The image began to copulate slowly and piece by piece, once again testing Xalanth's patience.
"Perrath!?"
She groaned loudly and shot him a look. "Will you please let me focus! It's not as easy as you think! This requires perfect concentration."
The older drake bit his lower lip and sighed, Razeth coming to his side and gazing up at the screen. "It appears we'll be able to observe from his own view point." she theorized.
Perrath nodded and gave another firm jolt against the power pad. The image began clearing up and started coming into focus, the first thing they noticed being an absolutely intimidating ebony draken staring directly towards them.
"Wow … if one look could kill huh?" chuckled Razeth amusingly. Xalanth tilted his snout before looking to Perrath.
"Well, it at least appears he's somewhat in the right place, but it doesn't look like he's landed in a good situation." he stated firmly, one of his claws coming up to stroke his temple.
The cyan draken ran her forked tongue along her teeth before investigating the image closer. The draken was giving Arus the business for sure, and Perrath found herself pouring through her memory to remember exactly who she could be.
Xalanth did the same, but it took him far less time to figure it out. "It appears Arus has stumbled upon the one known as Cynder."
Razeth looked up at him. "Cynder? Never heard of her."
The Legate looked down at her before huffing to himself, turning and letting his tail uncoil. "You wouldn't have, she isn't exactly known in contemporary history."
The electric green draken looked back at the image once again, the words on the other end of the tether starting to also grow more audible. "Well, by all means Legate, I'm quite curious myself."
Xalanth let his eyes wander a bit before resting upon Perrath. "You know what this means right?"
She let a smile creep upon her snout before gazing back and nearly jumping. "Of course! It means that he's in the perfect spot. I can't think of a more suitable point in time for our search."
Xalanth couldn't help but smirk himself before Razeth grew tired of being left out. "Who is Cynder?"
The Legate stared towards the Optio and just chuckled, stepping towards the video screen and actually inviting her question. "Cynder, was a draken who lived at the beginning stages of our world. As well as the old one …"
"Old one? What are you getting at Legate?" she prodded in eagerness.
He chuckled, amazed at just how much history was indeed lost to the Empire. "You see, this world we live on today is but a re-creation of one that existed long before that. At one pivotal point in her history, the planet was beset by a destructive series of events, all of which were brought upon by one only known as: 'The Dark Master'. This entity had many of his conquests and atrocities carried out by two dark servants. One of them was known as Gaul: Warlord of the Apes. The other, is the draken you now see before you."
Razeth turned her attention back towards the screen, at this point seeing another unknown creature trying to reason with the ebony draken, and apparently losing.
"I see, but, if she was such a terrifying creature and all, what's she still doing alive? Is she ruling that time or something?" she asked sheepishly, something deep inside her starting to grow jealous of the fact a draken could wield such power.
"Oh, she is quite an interesting case indeed. Thanks to Spyro of course." he responded as Perrath continued adjusting the energy flow.
"Spyro … that's the second time you've mentioned that name. I assume he's a big piece of all this?"
"You could say that. You see, it was stated that Spyro was a purple dragon of legend. The ability to command the four prime elements was within his ability. He supposedly fought, and defeated both Cynder and Gaul." continued Xalanth.
Razeth was bewildered. She was not privy to such history, and the only thing she'd ever known about the origins of the world was that the Empire had always existed – since the beginning.
"Four elements? Wow, I could only imagine what such a power could feel like …"
"Indeed, it's something we can't even begin to fathom. Even further: it was stated that Cynder also had the ability to wield four elements, but they were instead the four unruly elements."
Razeth flinched a tad, though she made sure to rebuke it with reserves of pride. She was never a fan of that term. Xalanth gauged her reaction and connected the dots.
"Ah yes, I remember now that you yourself can command one of those elements."
"Yes, indeed I do Legate." she replied firmly. He only smirked in return.
"Wear it like a badge, Optio, I myself lay claim to one as well."
She blinked before turning her gaze upwards, another sense of pride swelling within her. She decided to turn back to the matter at hand.
"So then, why is she still there?"
"Well, the story goes that she was only acting under the influence of this 'Dark Master', and that once freed from his direct incantations she went on to combat him alongside Spyro. The two were eventually successful in bringing about his downfall, but the planet had suffered too greatly."
Xalanth moved over to another computer screen, activating it and bringing up an image of the world that must have been taken from one of their experimental satellites.
"You see, this 'Dark Master' managed to trigger some kind of extinction level event. One that was purely designed to bring about the destruction of the world. Somehow, this Spyro was able to reverse this process and instead created an entirely new world reborn from the ashes."
Razeth gazed at the image and then back towards Cynder's form, the draken now seemingly much calmer then before as another unknown dragon was communicating with her. The words were still too dull to hear, something Perrath was attempting to correct.
"After this happened … the two became mates."
Raz felt her eyes raise before gazing at Xalanth. "Two dragons with the ability to wield four elements each? That makes for a powerful lineage."
"No kidding." added Perrath with a giggle.
Xalanth stretched his wings again and focused on the scene before them, the gears in his mind grinding endlessly. "All this means to me is that Arus has arrived at perhaps the perfect spot for the mission to proceed. This was a time when the planet was ripe with crystal energy. The rebirth helped introduce all species of the world to a new way of living. We couldn't ask for better luck."
Razeth still couldn't get used to seeing the Legate in a halfway good mood, he just never seemed the type to let himself get carried away. She hummed in approval before observing the screen intently.
"So, what exactly is his primary goal? I know it has to do with our limited shortage of resources, but you haven't specifically stated what his objective is." queried the young draken, causing Xalanth's more serious tone to resurface.
Perrath observed him carefully. Where would he go with this one?
"Arus has already been tasked and programmed for his mission. He is to immediately seek out basic forms of crystals to start. After that, he will be gathering more information about just how abundant their period is with them. If possible, he will also ascertain any knowledge and hidden secrets that might have alluded us."
Razeth was full of questions at this point, but she knew fully well he wouldn't be giving her a direct answer. More than likely, far more was occurring here then he would ever dare let on. Her gaze turned to Perrath, who seemed almost fearful to meet her eyes, thus encouraging the notion.
"How quickly can you clean this up Perrath?"
The draken licked her snout some and tilted her head towards the monitor, her paw once more pressing against the screen as she fiddled with another dial.
"Should be any moment now … it's getting easier to focus the longer he's connected to their time."
Xalanth nodded before resting on his haunches, gaze focusing in on the ebony draken that to many would be the embodiment of legend. Razeth let her feelings of paranoia wash away for the time being; finding herself drawn to learning more about a period of history she never knew existed.
A light cyan colored drake was completely focused upon the book before him. What was one book anymore? For ten long years, he'd found himself the custodian of millions of volumes. He always loved learning more about the nature of the universe and the embodiment of life itself, not to mention countless philosophical lessons and debates, but every now and then, this job was dreadfully dull.
The book closed upon mental command, the various trinkets and ornaments decorating his scales clinking together as he stepped away from the ageless marble desk. His gazed drifted to his scales for but the briefest of moments. A chuckle escaped him before he turned his observation to the magnificent hourglass that adorned the center of the massive chamber.
"Can't say I'm fond of the color either … " he mused warmly before noticing a rather strange glow emanating briefly from the hourglass. His eyes focused in closer, the sand flow itself seemingly altered in a way he'd never expected.
"Hmmm … "
Ever since he took up the position as the keeper of time and history, Ignitus had found that dragon history was: In and of itself, an enigma. While many different records and stories were passed down through the Ages, they were almost always drastically different from what he could ever remember in the here and now. Dragons, it seemed, were always constantly evolving from one Age of the world into the next.
It was now common knowledge that a new Chronicler was chosen at the beginning of each new Age. Ignitus himself was chosen specifically for his actions in aiding Spyro in Malefor's downfall. While he was certainly grateful for this new lease on life, sometimes, it seemed more of a curse then an actual blessing. The intimate knowledge available to him alone was practically enough to make the average dragon's cranium fracture.
He found himself longing for rest already, and yet, it had only been a short ten years. Ten years. How could he even begin to fathom what it was going to be like as overseer to an entire Age. The only notion that helped keep him sane was that he could continue to aid those he cared so deeply about, albeit in subtle ways.
As Chronicler, it wasn't his job to directly interfere in worldly affairs unless absolutely necessary, much as his predecessor had done for Spyro. The world was continuing to rebuild itself, but had yet to find a true identity and sense of unity.
For this, Spyro and Cynder were at the forefront of the battleground. He couldn't help but feel bad for them. They sacrificed so much to bring about the downfall of Malefor that it seemed almost unfair to have to include them in this process, but what choice was to be had?
Being a purple dragon, Spyro would always find himself in the middle of anything involving the well- being of the planet, and Cynder was no different thanks to her actions both for and against him. The two would forever be obligated to take up arms both physically and mentally for the sake of the cosmos. This was to be their curse.
Ignitus broke from his thoughts to observe the hourglass in greater detail. The flow of time was sensitive, but never before had he noticed a direct change to the patterns. It was quite subtle, to anyone's eye but his own nothing would appear altered, but he knew better at this point.
The pulse like sand had been disturbed, it was becoming transparent to him now. The immortal drake hastily turned on claw, making for his desk. He proceeded to brush aside several historical records of less intriguing value in order to retrieve an ancient tome.
Blowing dust from the spine, he gently opened it with his own claws, preferring a more direct touch to matters of critical importance. His eyes darted from one line to the next, turning pages at a rapid rate, hoping he could find some clue to what had just occurred.
As keeper of records and time, this was his direct responsibility. Trusted unto him by those who came before and by the very spirit of the planet itself. Another huff escaped him, turning to an account from a long-lost Age. Drawing his claw across the timeless entries, he read:
Viclotion Age 698: Account submitted by Chronicler of this Age: Galmarz
-It is by my account that the sands of time remain constant at the very beginning of any Age and at the death of every Age. I found myself mysteriously lambasted by multiple occurrences of a familiar nature, but how could this be? I had already seen the events myself not more than a decade ago?
Such a disturbing reality forced me to deepen my research and hypothesis about the nature of the sands. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it beforehand. Trapped in this place for six hundred ninety-eight years and I didn't notice the change in pace, the rhythm of the flow. Time had been disturbed and I let it slip right through my claws!
Such a failure on my part must be noted by any who follow after me. Allow yourself not to be ignorant of our purpose. A variance has occurred, along with it an alteration to the flow of our Age.
The sands will warn you, but more must be done. These variants cannot be allowed to remain a constant, for if they are: there is no telling as to what veracious destruction could possibly follow!
May the Ancestors guide us all!
Ignitus closed the dusty volume with a grunt, placing it delicately back upon one of the numerous shelves above his desk.
"A rather dramatic entry, but nonetheless concerning." He spoke to himself, eyes turning to observe the hourglass one final time. Little by little, the sand continued to trickle. It seemed like he observed for hours but in reality, it was mere seconds.
His eyes slowly but surely widened as a touch of the unknown took root and then sprouted within his soul. This was a most curious and dangerous matter indeed.
"A variance … is upon us."
A/N: The introduction of several more of my own personal characters arrives in this chapter. Terradon and Solarana were introduced long ago and I'm very happy that I'll have the chance to be working with them once again. Also have a few more new characters arriving on scene. A little more background and world building occurs and we also get to visit in on everyone's favorite dead Guardian Ignitus. I really do wish fanfiction would allow the use of more font variants as I originally had this idea in place for the Chronicler entry from the past …. but that would require effort I guess so I'll have to settle for something more simple.
This might be the last post for two weeks or so, as I have some job issues that need attention before pushing onwards. I will get to finalizing Chapter 3 hopefully next week, but I can only hope this can get some appetites wet for what's coming down the road.
Until that time … Cya!
My Characters: Arus, Terradon, Scorch, Solarana, Razeth, Perrath, Xalanth, Hamzah, Sampson, Crastor, Iolaus