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 3:
Questions
Spyro groaned and felt one of his eyes force itself open, intense light causing him to hiss profusely. He couldn't quite tell where exactly he was, but hell, it felt like he was currently subject to the worse hangover in recorded history.
"Damn, where … what time is it?" muttered the purple before attempting to lift himself, intense pain being his only reward.
"Easy there tough guy! You took quite a bash to the head last night."
Spyro turned his head up, eyes having to adjust for a moment before focusing in on a familiar pink draken. She briefly offered him a small smile before continuing to tend his splinted wing.
"Ember? What happened … but before that … Cynder actually let you in our room?" queried Spyro with a laugh, finding himself confined to the large bowl which rested within their chambers.
"Well, it's not like she had much choice. I think she made some ridiculous claim about being 'experienced' with wounds, but after nearly causing another fracture to your wing I convinced her to abandon that fallacy."
Spyro laughed again before remembering the first part of his question. The only thing he slightly recalled was a blinding light and massive energy distortion.
"As for what happened: well … all I heard was that some strange drake caused an explosion that knocked you head over claw. Scorch was there as well, but he's completely insistent that it was intentional."
"Strange drake huh? Of course Scorch would think there was an ulterior motive involved. We don't know anything about this individual yet. Was he near the explosion?" questioned Spyro with voracious curiosity.
Ember only shrugged, her light blue orbs still pouring over the fracture. "I have no idea Spyro, I only know what I heard. Scorch said he was at the epicenter of the explosion itself."
Spyro grunted before trying to force himself up again, being met with a firm paw from Ember as she urged him back down. "Don't even think about it, you're gonna need a few more days before you resume your exploits," she giggled lightly, turning and applying a small mixture of chemicals against one of his forearms, "You also have a serious sprain in your right arm – you wont be able to put pressure on it for a few days, but I can't begin to say when you'll fly again."
The purple drake huffed in annoyance and impatience. "Well, that's just great. The first interesting thing that's happened around here in years and I'm stuck in bed."
The pink draken gave another soft smile before reaching into a pouch residing beside her, pulling out several red life crystals. "You're the only drake alive who insists on being disappointed about not meeting the one who beat you senseless."
Spyro flinched some as she continued to apply various ointments and bandages. He and Ember met after the rebirth, the draken having been a resident of a then unknown conclave of dragons. Needless to say: thanks to all the massive migrations, they came into contact with many diverse dragon societies.
His eyes remained still, occasionally letting them wander towards her paws. They locked eyes for a moment, the draken giggling softly and causing him to blush, turning his head to break the mold.
He always had the feeling deep down that she harbored some manner of attraction towards him, something Cynder found grudgingly obvious herself. She always knew her place, however, and had since found her desires returned by another friend of his.
She continued her work and seemed close to finishing up, Spyro noticing that it was quickly approaching noon based upon the positioning of the sun. The two were good friends and confidants, and he couldn't desire it any other way.
"Well … that should about do it." she stated before pulling the remaining crystal away, tucking it within her pouch as she rose up from her haunches. Spyro gazed at her and offered a smile in gratitude.
"Thanks Ember, I have to admit it can get a bit boring around here when you're at the Academy. Good thing this happened now eh?"
She smiled and rubbed her shoulder with a paw, smirking in relative pride. "Well, I do have faith that one of my students would have done the job halfway proper, but yeah, working on someone as important as the purple dragon of legend can certainly be intimidating."
He chuckled and felt the warmth of the sun radiating on his scales, having the strong urge to get out and move rather then remain so stationary. Violet irises observed the wounds before he sighed yet again.
"So … I really can't do anything for that long? What a hindrance, do you think you could at least do me a favor and find someone willing to tell me what's up? I would really like to meet this new dragon you talked about." he said with slight desperation.
"I wouldn't worry about it Spyro, I'm sure that after Cynder gets back she will be more then willing to address all of your needs," she giggled and turned on claw, her tail swaying back and forth playfully as she made for the large double door exit. "Just make sure you follow your handmaiden's orders, stay off that leg, and no flying!"
Spyro just groaned as she left, eyes turning towards the balcony and observing several birds charting a path across the blue sky. Many different thoughts crossed his mind. He certainly wasn't one for any manner of vengeance, though that greatly depended. He found it extremely hard to believe that what happened last night was an outright malicious act. For whatever reason, something deep down inside just couldn't embrace it.
His eyes turned back towards the doorway, making sure Ember had departed. The purple drake chuckled before pressing his limbs beneath him. Following orders was not one of his strong suits either. Growling, he forced himself upwards, a shot of pain bouncing up his spine as he yelped a tad. Stifling himself, he crossed his sprained limb across his chest, finding balance with the remainder of his attachments and making for the balcony.
"I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit around doing nothing all day. Could at least get some fresh air." he muttered to himself before stepping out onto the dry stones, the heat much more intense then he initially perceived as he strained to adjust with the more harsh light level.
His vision turned outward, stepping towards the railing he dove from the night before. The temple itself was located on a massive floating island. After he did what was considered the impossible and reformed the planet, one of the more peculiar side affects was certain pieces of land remaining in stasis above the surface. Perhaps they were chunks of rock from the planet's core that just couldn't return to their normal positions, but either way, it certainly made for a beautiful attraction in spots.
It was especially striking seeing the Temple from a distance, as moisture from the air constantly refilled the various springs and pools, which in turn slowly drained away via several gorgeous waterfalls. From what he could gather, or at least piece together through Volteer's barely coherent ramblings, the hovering pieces of land were effected by the rise and fall of the sun and moon much like the oceans' tide.
When the twin moons were at their height: the Temple slowly sank back towards the earth, where the moles constructed a land-bridge to serve as direct access for any terran based species seeking entry. When the moons slept and the sun was reborn: the Temple drifted back towards the heavens, and only dragons had the ability to depart or arrive at that point.
The Temple complex took up the entire extent of the island, with the grand dome laying claim to the very center. Here was where the Council met and other social events regularly occurred. To the north was the Guardian Towers and Administration Chambers. The Guardians took up residence within along with various members of the Alliance performing administrative tasks. This was also where Ember based her infirmary when she was in residence.
To the east resided the barracks and training grounds, where members of the Avalar Knights trained and remained constantly vigilant through use of the gym and obstacle courses of varying constructs. Then there was the West Tower, where he and Cynder resided. Their chambers were located at the very pinnacle, allowing for a glorious view out across the Temple grounds. Below them were other living chambers, such as those belonging to Hunter and Solarana.
He took a deep breath, letting his eyes close as his ears picked up the distant sounds of the daily hustle and bustle. Maybe if he was up to it later, he'd head down to the library to find a good book. Thankfully, the Archives were also located in the West Tower – being built upon the bottom floors. He grinned before feeling pain swell within his wing.
Ember was most likely right, he shouldn't be moving around at all, but it just killed him to stay still when so many unanswered questions abounded. Turning his gaze down, he could just barely make out the outline of a few Squires and Scribes – all of which were hurrying along to complete whatever task someone on the Council issued them.
He decided to distract himself with thought of the explosion. Spyro had no doubt sensed a very familiar energy just before he was knocked out. The only other time he could recall a similar sensation was when he directly encountered what they typically called soul crystals – otherwise known as blue crystals.
These objects aided him greatly in the defeat of Malefor, having somehow bestowed upon him great knowledge and foresight to what needed to be done. Only after he reunited with the new Chronicler and his mentor, Ignitus, did he truly have a grasp on just how important such crystals were.
Unlike green and red crystals which only had the power to bolster one's life force and energies – these spirit crystals were capable of so much more. It was Ignitus who taught them how to properly harness their aspects to allow sight to sight communication across great distances. The Chronicler of the Old Age was the first to display such powers, and even Malefor himself seemed privy to the ancient knowledge.
Spyro only groaned in frustration and scratched his neck quickly, deciding that it wasn't worth collapsing on his snout. Much would have to be done, but he'd need help for the time being. Most likely – both Ember and Cynder were gonna be watching him like wardens, and he couldn't imagine Cynder would want him anywhere near a drake that had just attempted to kill him.
He limped back towards the bowl before expanding great effort to re-establish a comfortable position. Yes – he would need a little bit of help to find out what he desired to know.
Arus was simply dumbfounded. This draken wanted him dead, that much was obvious. Her jaded orbs told the entire story as she drew herself lower with every vicious step.
"So … I take it you're the one responsible?" she asked with a barbed tone. Arus felt a bead of sweat trickle down his neck.
"Cynder please, this isn't the time or place." spoke Hunter in haste, Terradon only shrugging halfheartedly.
"Oh enough Hunter, It's bad enough I have to play nice any time I go out in public, but when it comes to Spyro's well being, I've earned the right to get a little angry!" replied Cynder at a dull shout.
Terradon rubbed the back of his skull quickly before stepping halfway between Arus and Cynder. "We all know you're upset Cynder, I am too … but we have nothing to go on at this point except Scorch's word. It could have just been some kind of misunderstanding."
Cynder seemed unimpressed with his words and arched her neck, gaze still burning into Arus like slime to a mukworm. The shadow scaled dragon only puffed his chest some, attempting to muster some ill-conceived defense.
"Is that right? Well … then what has he had to say for himself? Does he recall how to talk or did Scorch beat it out of him?" queried the ebony draken before Arus huffed, sapphire eyes meeting Cynders' in a display of willpower.
"My name … is Arus. I'm simply going to make an assumption here and say that the one I unintentionally injured carries great meaning to you."
"You have no idea," she growled, stepping close enough by this point that they were nearly snout to snout. Arus was physically larger – as most males were, but this draken's unique physical traits allowed her to appear nearly as intimidating. "He is my mate, and you nearly caused his death. He'll be physically crippled for weeks! Can you give me one good reason not to tear your neck open!?"
Terradon and Hunter both reeked with worry, the drake sliding a wing over his eyes and the cheetah rubbing his head in frustration. Arus gazed back at her, having some degree of understanding to the pain she was very likely experiencing.
He could only take a deep breath and speak from what he felt. "I swear … I truly didn't mean any harm on anyone. The only thing I remember is being covered in dust … and being accused, of course, but had I been aware that I'd caused someone bodily harm …. I would have done all I could to help them."
Cynder didn't move and seemed rather dismissive of his words, the barb on her tail flicking against the stone floor before she let her jade eyes investigate him a bit further. Well toned and scared – clearly a drake who had experienced some 'not so pleasant' events. The strange runes carved upon his scales gave her pause, having flashbacks to a darker period in her life.
Hunter and Terradon made no motions, knowing that this had now become a simple meld between Cynders' mind and Arus. A silent interrogation – as it could be called. The cheetah exchanged looks with the earth drake, hoping the moment would pass peacefully.
The two dragons continued to stare, neither backing down from the other before Arus finally broke the stalemate. "Is he alright?"
Cynder felt her eyes narrow some before her frame started to relax, her neck dipping lower while she licked the bottom of her snout. "He will be fine … in time. You should thank your ancestors for that."
Arus only nodded before attempting to press upon his breakthrough. "If there is anything I can do to-"
"You've done more then enough … I would start worrying about just what you're going to say to the Guardians at this point. Until then – stay away from Spyro."
The perturbed draken shot him one last look before turning quickly, her wings and tail thrashing for a moment as she made her exit. Both Hunter and Terradon watched with great surprise, the cheetah taking a deep breath before rubbing his braces.
"Wow … I never expected to see that happen."
Arus simply stared at them while Terradon chuckled, approaching the runed drake with a light smile. "Indeed, not many can get away with facing Cynder like that, especially if it involves Spyro."
Arus did not share their enthusiasm, instead allowing his eyes trace the path from whence she'd left. "I don't know what you're talking about … she didn't seem very thrilled with me."
"Oh, that was practically a seal of approval from her. The last drake to go snout to snout with her was Scorch, and he learned his lesson pretty quickly though he'd never admit it." said Hunter with another laugh.
Terradon found himself resting on his haunches and humming in agreement. "Yeah, I bet even Spyro starts waving the white flag when she gets like that … it's certainly no laughing matter, but it would seem she took your words to heart."
Arus just blinked in confusion as he gazed back at them. It was simple in his mind. He never dreamed about hurting another willingly, that is of course – unless they gave him good reason to do so. Either way, he still had no idea where he was or where he'd come from, so he'd have to take their words at face value.
"Well … that settles that, but I'm afraid it's just the beginning. Cynder may not have castrated you, but the Guardians and the Council are another matter entirely. I'm afraid brutish threats and physical confrontation are but a pittance compared to the political arena. I certainly can't guarantee your safety at that point." stated Hunter with a stoic expression.
Arus gazed at Terradon, the earth drake offering up a half-nod of truth towards the cheetah's words. He couldn't imagine being in a worse situation. No memory, no past and possibly no future.
"In all honesty, I learned long ago to expect the unexpected, and this situation certainly lends credit to that lesson. You don't seem like the murdering type Arus … perhaps there's a worthy explanation to what happened but it has yet to present itself." stated the umber drake before a familiar sneer caught his attention.
"I doubt it … I was there."
Hunter sighed as Scorch once again trotted in, his silver eyes boring into Arus with a mixture of surprise and disappointment. "I do have to say, I'm quite shocked that Cynder didn't open your stomach … I was kinda looking forward to it."
"Sorry to fall short of your expectations." sneered Arus with narrowed eyes. Scorch only smirked and arched his neck, puffing his chest some.
"I'm not worried. The Council will certainly have other plans for you. I'm a patient drake," he mused before facing Terradon, Arus taking note of the obvious distaste between the two. "Speaking of Council like matters … I believe you have a delegation to receive oh fearless leader. I think you're running a tad late."
Terradon's eyes widened a bit before mentally slapping himself. Nonetheless, he maintained his proper bearings. "Correct, it's time we got going."
Hunter also approved before all three stared at Arus. "Well then, we can't exactly leave you all by yourself … might as well bring him along." suggested the cheetah.
Terradon tilted his head somewhat before relenting, knowing he had no choice. "I don't have time to assign an escort right now – Hunter is correct, please accompany us to the arrival pavilion Arus."
Scorch snickered to himself and half-smirked, his sickle like tail sliding upwards and pointing directly at the shadowy drake. "No funny business … unless you want the scales peeled from your bones."
Hunter and Terradon moved off in haste, not paying much mind to the vulgar statement. Scorch moved behind Arus, planting one paw against his back and "encouraging" him forward. "Move – the water dragon arrives."
Solarana let the silver pendant slide gingerly against her scales, wings softly folding as she adjusted it accordingly. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable trinket, but it was necessary to be in full dress for the new dragon's arrival. Her pendant was similar to others of her rank, being a diamond shaped brooch which was crested with two gemstones – hers being yellow and green.
She toyed with it for several moments, enjoying how the silver gleam let it stand out alluringly against her orange scales. Very few – trusted dragons were advanced to a Sub-Guardian level, but in the end, she was adamant to surpass them all in accomplishments.
Pushing herself was a constant, for she knew no other way to live. Her entire adult life was dedicated to the service of the Alliance, darker days before that influencing her to answer a higher calling. Exotic and burning yellow orbs explored her reflection carefully.
"Appearance is everything … " she whispered to herself before reaching within a jeweled box situated upon her desk. She took her time in removing several silver and gold linked chains, along with several chokers and braces of an obviously expensive nature.
Unlike many of her counterparts, Solarana had no true desire for conflict. A lifetime of hardships and conflict had greatly molded her outlooks. Any dragon could be bloodthirsty if they really wanted to be, it was within their genes after all. No – she would prove someday that a dragon could be just as deadly with the spoken word and sharpened mind.
Despite how long she had resided here, very few shared her goals or could relate to them. She could only make exceptions for Spyro and Hunter. Terradon was an intelligent enough drake, but his mind was clearly unsuited to critical social altercations.
And Scorch? Scorch was a pure brute and nothing more, though she couldn't help but admire his deep rooted beliefs and strong principles – however misguided. She dragged one of the braces along her wrist, investigating it in the sunlight before tossing it aside with an unimpressed grunt.
Cynder was the deadliest dragon on the planet for years, her name cursed across all four continents and spoken only in the most hushed tones. Despite all she'd done after being cleansed, it was unclear if she had any true desire to improve as an ambassador or diplomat. Not that the Council would sanction her efforts – they knew better in this climate.
They were dragons after all, the most dominant species on the planet. It was their right to take what they needed and align others to their desires. Spyro alone had the power to both end the world and resurrect it, and who could possibly stop him from doing whatever he desired? She sighed to herself before snapping another brace into place, this one crested with various unique gemstones.
Such thinking was dangerous, the Guardians had instructed them as such. It had been the downfall of many dragons before them – being sucked into a deadly whirlpool of hubris and self deprecation. As dragons, it was their duty to the world to control those mindsets and apply their gifts towards aiding those less powerful then themselves. At least, that's what they taught her, but was it debatable?
The conflicted draken investigated herself once more in the mirror, finally nodding in acceptance and packing away her trinkets. The dragon from the southern oceans would be arriving any minute – she had to make her presence known.
She turned once more to slide the box beneath her desk, turning on claw to begin her exit before stopping in front of the mirror. The draken stood snout to snout with her own image, but sometimes, it felt like a complete stranger.
"Who are you Solarana? How many times must I ask myself this?" she questioned softly, eyes shading lower in heavy doses of self-doubt.
A loud bell tone rang out across her room, causing Solarana to refocus as the signal for mid-day was given. She didn't have time for this self exploration, she had a job to do. She shot one last look into the mirror before quickly trotting towards the exit.
"Today – I'm Sub-Guardian Solarana, diplomat of the Avalar Alliance."
Bronze eyes studied the image, taking mental notes of every detail that was being presented to them and analyzing it in full. Ever since the link had been established, something seemed out of sorts.
"Perrath – what do you make of this? It would seem that our ambassador might be having difficulty focusing on his goals."
Both Razeth and Perrath stood side by side, the cyan draken opening her jaw and flexing it for a moment before answering.
"Well, it is quite possible that there was a complication during the transfer. It is also very likely that Arus is simply biding his time. You've seen his type of work before."
Xalanth just grunted, his large frame laying down on an adjacent cushion. If he was gonna be watching the past in such detail he was damn well gonna be comfortable doing it. Razeth gazed at the Legate, still vigilant for any snippets of new information he might have kept hidden up to this point.
"I have seen Arus work before, this is not like him. He was never one to be so … 'stealthy' about his purpose … "
Perrath grimaced somewhat before moving to his side. "I know – but think about it? He is in a completely different time period and surrounded by potential hostiles, though they seem peaceful enough … except for that Scorch guy."
Xalanth stared down at her, his larger frame humming as he considered such a divergent. "If there was an error in the programming … if Arus is allowed to develop … attachments … this could go downhill very quickly."
Razeth tilted her head before nearly jumping at the sight of an Avocati. The cybernetic drake had descended from his position on high to effectively deliver some manner of communication. The voice that came forth disturbed her – being neither living nor dead.
"Unit 941: Legate, priority communication from Senate. Immediate response requested."
Xalanth didn't move to address the cyborg, and no sooner as it had arrived and spoke, it departed. Perrath looked up at her superior and mustered what confidence she could.
"I will do what I can to learn more about his condition, but I'm afraid we may not know the full extent of what might have been altered until we observe him further, and that will certainly take great patience."
The graphite drake spread his wings and lifted himself from the cushion, his gaze finding Razeth's, making her snap to attention.
"Optio – you will continue to assist Perrath and whatever way she deems necessary. I trust this matter to your paws for the time being. I must excuse myself to deal with another matter."
Perrath offered a small smile towards Raz before the large drake turned and made a hasty departure, the immense doors to the briefing room sliding open to allow him escape.
Razeth would have to embrace this opportunity. It was obvious Perrath knew much more then she let on – along with the Legate, but she could at least relate better to the draken. She watched as Perrath immediately collapsed upon the large cushion just vacated by Xalanth.
"Finally … we can relax for a little bit. I'd take advantage of it." she spoke with slight exuberance, her tail twitching as Razeth stood silently.
"Do you have any idea what might have happened? Something you didn't tell the Legate?" questioned Razeth.
Perrath only raised an eye ridge before laughing, shaking her head. "Of course not, I told him everything I know about the situation. It really is as simple as seeing exactly how Arus reacts to the situation he is in. Time travel is not a perfect science, this is the first time it's ever been deployed so I promise you that something somewhere didn't go according to plan."
Razeth was surprised by the blunt answer but only shrugged and gazed back up at the screen – Arus clearly being escorted through this "Temple" of the past to meet with some kind of ambassador. Perrath was toying with some other hand held contraption now, making Razeth wonder if she ever truly relaxed.
"You really do like machines huh?"
Perrath shot her a sly look. "I communicate with them about as well as I talk with any sentient being, and most of the time they cause less drama."
Razeth laughed, resting on her haunches beside the cushion. For a time, they said nothing, Perrath content to fiddle with her device and Raz investigating anything Arus noticed in the past.
"Why did you join the Legion?" asked Perrath suddenly.
Raz was surprised by the question, mind drawing a blank for a time before crossing her forelimbs, taking a small breath. "Well – I suppose I wanted to do something nobody expected."
"Is that right? I can see that … but you could have done much more then risk your life." stated Perrath in a gentle voice, staring up from her tinkering.
Razeth just snorted a bit. "I don't know any other way to change things. I wasn't gifted with affinity for machines or clerical duties. Neither of which would satisfy me anyways. Still … the Empire does not so readily support our gender in these goals."
Perrath met her eyes, shrugging to herself. "Well, it's not always a bad thing to avoid dirty work – to be in strong supporting roles for the well being of our society."
Raz narrowed her eyes. "What possible glory or satisfaction can one take from being a prize? Or from filing countless papers and documents. There is no true future for a draken who accepts such a dismal existence. No – I've always dreamed of a stronger Empire, one that justly supports all her inhabitants and grows through strength in bonds."
Perrath sighed softly to herself and looked up at the screen – Arus and the group he was currently with being held up by some manner of heckling. "I know it's difficult … for females, but sometimes we simply cause more harm then good."
Razeth shot her a look nearly as deadly as Cynder's. "Who told you that? Is that what the Legate fills your head with these days? You have a gift, Perrath, you can create things that nobody else can possibly conceive. Hell, you've invented time travel!"
"Only because of Xalanth … I mean, the Legate."
Raz blinked and settled her image on a softer tone. "Well, this might come across as slightly insensitive, but I have a hard time believing he fostered your talents based upon engineering potential alone."
Perrath was taken aback now, her eyes growing wider as the words sank in. "How … how could … no – I'm sorry, Razeth, but you're mistaken. I've known Xalanth my whole life. He took me in when I had nowhere else to go and gave me purpose. He introduced me to the only reason in this cold world – showed me the light in the darkness that was the Empire. I owe everything to him!"
Raz was surprised at the change in tone, she didn't expect that from the rather soft spoken draken. Perrath dropped the instrument from her claws and quickly sat up, putting some distance between the two before giving a heavy sigh.
"You've seen terrible things … experienced events that to many would seem inconceivable. You know what it's like out there. I was almost lost to that darkness, but Xalanth … the Empire. They gave me purpose and allowed my dream to grow." she finished at practically a whisper.
The electric green draken also lifted herself, eyes drifting upwards to take notice of the Avocati still on guard. Hopefully, they were more focused on their patrol duties and not eavesdropping.
"And yet – you sit here talking about how we shouldn't do all we can to make a difference, that we should leave it to mighty drakes. You and I have lived different lives … that much is obvious." she spoke in a softer tone herself.
Perrath laughed sadly before facing the Optio. "I'm sure, and I know that the Legate can come across as … well … indifferent, but trust me – he has nothing but the benefit of us all at heart. I know him."
Razeth only sighed and nodded softly. "I truly hope you're right. The Senate is in such a state now, it's hard to imagine just what could cause the bow to finally break."
Perrath smiled softly at her, coming closer to a more approachable distance. "Xalanth and the Consul will figure it out, you'll see. Even Consul Marcus will come around eventually, I know it. For now – we can only do our best to make sure Arus is successful in his endeavors."
Razeth didn't respond, allowing her accomplice to move past her to investigate the various instruments maintaining the connection. Perrath was quite clearly in the Legate's influence, whether she desired it or not. Changing her mind about any particular viewpoint would be next to impossible at this stage. No – it would have to be through direct impact or visual realism now.
Was the balance of power between Marcus and Kalog that on edge? Was she actually helping Xalanth, and by extension Kalog? Aiding them in achieving some manner of governmental coup? She could only hope that Marcus had a plan, that he was one step ahead of his counterpart. Her snout slumped slightly as a bout of exhaustion spread through her limbs, shoulders drooping noticeably. It had been nearly thirty six hours since she had any relief.
"If you're in need, there are facilities off the east side of the room – feel free to make full use of them. I have a feeling we're gonna be at this for awhile." said Perrath from her panel, feeling the call of a soft bed alluring her as well.
Razeth nodded in agreement before following the directions, finding a small passage which was flanked by an Avocati. She sneered slightly before moving past the creature, no distinct reaction given in return. She gazed at Perrath over her shoulder one last time, attempting to solve the puzzling enigma that came with her actions.
No matter what – she would learn just what this draken provided Xalanth. Something in her heart and mind refused to let the matter rest, for it could very well end up being the deciding factor between established order or unrelenting chaos.
Xalanth slid slowly into his office, proceeding in an dignified manner towards the desk at the top of the stairs before activating a circular motion panel – several small monitors flipping upwards in response. Within a few moments, several different camera angles of the briefing room were on full display.
Various neon lights and traveling shuttles lit up the skyline, creating an impressive collage of intimate glows. The Legate proceeded to rest on his haunches before observing the cameras diligently. He could see Perrath currently adjusting her instruments; turning her attention back towards the viewing screen afterwards.
A frown grazed his snout as he noticed Razeth was missing. Odds were – she was simply directed towards the antechamber, but he wasn't taking any risks. Xalanth activated one of the built in com-links forged into his wrist gauntlet.
"Unit 941, report Optio Razeth's location."
After a moment the link was established, the same distorted voice of an Avocati responding.
"Unit 941 reporting: Optio Razeth was directed towards complimentary relief chamber."
Xalanth took a deep breath and accepted the report. "Very well – you may carry on with your duties."
"Unit 941 reporting: Further intelligence gathered Legate, Optio Razeth proceeded to engage subject Perrath in typical cross communication interrogation methods. Attempts to gain further information into subject Perrath's abilities and past. Further recommending Optio Razeth for termination on grounds of mission compromise."
The graphite drake let a frown grow on his snout. This was to be expected, but he was hoping to avoid the situation somehow without having to get his paws dirty. Letting his eyes fall on the camera again, he observed Perrath half asleep on the cushion he himself had been on not a few minutes prior. No doubt she was exhausted, and he certainly didn't want the Optio's presence to further damage what is already a very promising mission scenario.
However – at the same time, he had noticed the bond the two drakens had already begun to initiate, and whether or not it was right or wrong, he simply couldn't bear the possibility of hurting Perrath that way. Unless – he had no other possible option. He mentally sighed and proceeded to berate himself.
"You should know better … " he whispered before activating the com-link once again. "Unit 941, continue observation and communication priorities, Optio Razeth is to remain unharmed unless my direct order is given. Confirm command."
"Unit 941: Command confirmed Legate – reverting to prior command line … "
Xalanth shut off the com before grunting, closing his eyes and leaning his head against his forearm, the past few hours having drained him immensely. A small beep interrupted his relief, and the drake quickly remembered the priority signal he had received earlier.
Switching one of the monitors to a direct line, he activated the link – another familiar face appearing on the other side.
"Good evening Legate, I trust I'm not interrupting anything important?" asked a golden colored drake graced by a white cloak, silver cuffs decorating his horns.
"Senator Aelius … this is a surprise. What can I do for you at this hour?"
The drake kept a rather neutral expression about himself, amethyst eyes staring down the Legate.
"It has come to my attention that you altered the destination of a priority shipment of soul crystals to your facility, when was this dispatch authorized?"
Xalanth rubbed his head and groaned, having very little patience for such an inquiry at this hour. "Senator – if you have any issues with this transfer feel free to take it up with Consul Kalog, I am operating under his direct orders with the blessing of the Senate itself."
The drake shook his head violently. "That is incorrect information, Legate, Co-Consul Marcus was not in attendance when the decision was put to vote … this action should never had been authorized. I'm afraid you will have to return the crystals immediately."
The Legate slammed his claws into the desk, snarls brokering his snout. "Those crystals are for special use in an operation critical to the Empires' very survival! If Consul Marcus was so concerned about that then he would have been there himself – your problems are not mine, I have a duty to perform for the good of Praxus!"
The Senator remained unusually silent, gaze constructed of metal. "You best be careful, Legate, you and your Consul are treading dangerously close to treacherous waters. The Empire can hardly afford to have another dictator on its paws, and many, including myself, are willing to give their lives to prevent it."
Xalanth repressed another snarl and returned to his more appropriate posture. "The Consul Kalog and I have nothing but the security of our future in mind, Senator. I appreciate your call but please refer these matters directly to him, I follow my orders … nothing more."
"I expect that shipment to be replaced in full by the weeks' end. Hail Praxus."
"Hail Praxus." responded Xalanth before the monitor went dead, the Legate rubbing his eyes and groaning loudly before eyeing his bed chambers. Mentally giving ground, he rose and activated the electronic shutters, the entire room being blanketed in darkness.
He'd had enough of Praxus for one day.
Various cloud bursts enveloped with sunlight to create a spectacular glow against the Temple skyline. One might call it a perfect summer's evening, but if one were to investigate more astutely, they would find nothing but unheralded confusion.
The previous nights' events only involved two drakes, but the rumors and unsubstantiated facts had already spread throughout the grounds like a monsoon. Arus walked between Terradon and Scorch, the latter being sure to constantly remind him of his presence.
As they proceeded towards the other end of the grounds, various different creatures stopped to observe him. Cheetahs, Moles, Dragons and even some strange slug looking entities he'd never believed existed. Now that he'd thought about it – he was completely oblivious to most anything in this place, including the state and make up of the world itself.
"That's him isn't it? The assassin..."
"Shhh … keep your voice down, I heard he caused Spyro to explode just by looking at him … "
"Why are they letting him walk around freely?"
"Perhaps the Council really is starting to slip … "
All sorts of whispers and statements bombarded his senses Perhaps they really thought he couldn't hear them, but the frown upon his snout suggested otherwise. All he managed to learn in the short time he'd been awake was that he was somehow possibly responsible for injuring some famous drake, and that this Temple was his home. It was a shock that he hadn't been killed already.
His sapphire orbs drifted between Scorch and Terradon, the earth drake offering a firm nod while Scorch just sneered. Hunter strode in front of all three, clearing the way towards the pavilion.
The one called – Terradon – seemed genuine and sincere, but he still got the feeling he wouldn't hesitate obeying a direct order. The one known as Hunter seemed very much the same, but even more mysterious and foreboding. As for Scorch? Well, it was easy to see why he wasn't the most popular of the bunch.
He made sure to find time while being escorted to observe the grounds in greater detail. It really was quite a breathtaking piece of architecture – such a massive structure hovering over the land was sure to both impose and inspire.
He wagered that the temple itself was two to three miles in diameter, but that was just a rough guess. The rock beneath his claws was thick and he could also conclude that there were more facilities embedded deep within the stones. Various different trees and shrubs lined just about every pathway – a striking fountain carved from rich marble served as a social grounds; massive groups of drakes and drakens observing him closely.
A light chill crawled up his spine when he noticed a crater. His steps faltered as Terradon followed his gaze. The prominent, jagged indenture was being studied by several moles and dragons, one of which being Volteer himself. The electric master was far too engorged in his excitement and studies to pay them any notice. Arus had no idea how lucky he was in that regard. Several samples of soil and rock had been collected and stored away in various sample jars, moles working frantically to match the frantic Guardian's pace.
"Overhereoverhere this is quite remarkableindeed. Wemust getthese samplesintoa noncontaminatedenvironment rightway. YOU! youthere watch yoursteps please, thisisaoncein a lifetime moment!"
Scorch pressed his paw against Arus again, urging him forward. "Enough sightseeing – get a move on."
Arus sneered in retaliation as Terradon shuffled his claws. "Good thing he didn't see us … otherwise he'd be forcing your mouth and wings open for study. Let's make a get-away while we still can."
Arus blinked and nodded, proceeding down the cobblestone. These two drakes were so vastly different from one another, and they were just two of the individuals he'd met thus far. The draken from before, Cynder, was also quite distinctive. Wherever he was, there was no shortage of "boring" personalities.
"So – what exactly is your job then?" he asked abruptly. Terradon turned his snout towards Arus and tilted his head strangely, Scorch not responding at all.
"Well, I serve as the Head of Training and Master of the Guard. I carry the rank of Sub-Guardian and do the very best I can to ensure that security is up to snuff – as well as ensuring that training regiments are employed smoothly."
"I see … so you're in the military then?"
Terradon chuckled. "I guess that's one way of looking at it. The Avalar Alliance doesn't prefer using that term within our ranks. All members of the Alliance are schooled in the ways of both physical strength and mental capacities upon entry. It is quite necessary for everyone to be ready for any situation that could stir up. Of course … some prefer other avenues over others."
"Damn straight," muttered Scorch. "I can't stand the thought of being cooped up in some Clerk's office. Recording pointless records and numbers all day … what a bore."
Terradon grunted slightly, not totally disagreeing with the statement, though still knowing full well that every position afforded merit. "Well – without those Clerks and Corpsman you would have to go through the trouble of arranging food transports and assigning proper material to field personal yourself. Be a little grateful they are willing to do it."
Scorch chuckled and shook his head, Arus surprised at him actually being civil. "Yeah, they may be useless in fights but those moles sure do have a hard on for number crunching."
"Don't forget they also possess technology capable of searing scales from bone" chided the earth drake.
"Yeah – I have to admit, seeing things go boom always does my heart good."
Arus blinked and turned his gaze forward. Avalar Alliance? Sub-Guardians? To what scale does any of this apply towards the world surrounding them? One thing was clear – he was gonna be in for quite an information download. Both of these drakes had an affinity for fighting, that was painfully obvious. Both were currently wearing sturdy armor upon their broad shoulders, chest and limbs. Scorch also wore a helmet, but Terradon did not. The chains around their necks was adorned with similar looking pendants, though the gems currently occupying them were dissimilar in coloring.
"So … you're both the same rank then?"
Terradon arched his neck proudly, not ceasing his strides. "Correct – we're both Sub-Guardians in title, but by rank I hold seniority."
"I think you mean by virtue of your lineage there princess." retorted Scorch.
Terradon made no effort to argue, knowing it would be pointless, though he continued to address Arus. "By my position as Master of the Guard, I have full seniority over all security personal and actions within the Temple – as well as our other facilities."
Scorch rolled his eyes some before letting his crooked tail slide against the paved stone. Arus couldn't help but rub it in. "So then … you take orders from the princess?"
The crimson drake unleashed a soft growl, bronze eyes rotating slowly towards Arus who only smirked back. Terradon shook his head and kept moving, knowing that if he stopped something worse might happen.
"I am the best fighter at this Temple, friend, and when little miss Guardians' boy over there isn't around, I'm in charge of everything he just said – so I would shut your snout if you know what's good for you."
Arus shrugged smugly and kept moving, Terradon giving him a firm gaze to relate his displeasure. Scorch did have a point, Arus was still technically a convicted criminal, thus it wouldn't help to make more enemies.
"Of course, your majesty, I'm just curious is all." spoke Arus flatly, the pathway angling upwards slightly as they neared their destination.
"Well, save your curiosities. Perhaps we can accuse you of being a spy as well." snapped Scorch.
"Enough, both of you, we've arrived." stated Terradon.
Arus turned his gaze forward, being greeted by a distinct, massive marble pavilion, several others having already arrived. Various trees and bushes of rather divine species lined the edges of the platform, creating a friendly and inviting atmosphere.
Several large statues that were most likely meant to represent various dragons from Ages past stretched skywards, two of which having extended wings that embraced one another, creating a unique archway that encouraged a feeling of tranquility.
The three drakes stepped forth, Scorch once more taking up position behind Arus. The dark drake paid him no mind, content to follow Terradon. Many of the spectators had already begun pouring over him, eyes too numerous to count plunging against his bodice.
"Alright … I take it this is for … special arrivals and such?" he asked quietly.
Terradon nodded, his course set on a much larger green drake. "Yes – while most enter the Temple when it's lowered at night, dragons can come and go as they please … along with anybody capable of flight, I suppose."
Arus felt Scorch press against his flank yet again, the urge to snap his limbs in retaliation growing by the second. He kept up with Terradon – who proceeded directly towards a bulky green drake.
"Guardian Terrador, I trust I'm not late."
The great drake turned his gaze downwards, one paw coming up to brush his chest. "Well, technically you are, but the dignitary has yet to arrive. I trust you attended to all security measures at least?"
Terradon nodded and started pointing out various guards and checkpoints he had established well before the event, Arus taking note of the similarities between the two before recalling Scorch's bitterness.
He supposed it would be rather disappointing if one was passed up for a station due to not having the proper connections, but in this case, it was clear who was more fit for responsible duties.
Scorch stayed close to Arus, his gaze never fully leaving the "prisoner". Arus could still hear several whispers and tempered rumors floating about but did his best to ignore them.
"Well well … what do we have here? Is this our mysterious drake?"
Arus turned his head quickly and almost bumped snouts with a vision of pink scales, sky blue eyes melding with his as he nearly jumped. Scorch groaned before separating the pair with his wing.
"That's close enough, Ember – you have no idea what this guy is capable of."
"Oh? I think I do, I just came from Spyro's chambers. I have to say, you walloped him pretty good. Are you really that dangerous?" she asked with a slight giggle, causing Arus to let his jaws fall open.
"Ummm … on a good day perhaps?" he replied sheepishly, causing the draken to snicker more fiercely.
"I see – well you are certainly handsome, I don't think such a nice looking drake could be capable of that manner of violence."
Arus felt the blush and embarrassment creeping beneath his scales. Scorch groaned again and shook his head before bumping his flank into Ember, forcing her back.
"Enough already! Are you really that easy? Damn, Flame must have a hell of a time pleasing you if you're so eager to jump this creep already. Hell, if you're gonna be doing that, I know a wonderful spot just past the training yard where you and I could-"
He yelped slightly as Ember shoved one of her claws into his paw, her gaze having turned vicious. "You ever learn that you're simply too full of yourself to properly treat a lady? So sorry, but you wouldn't be worth the effort."
Arus couldn't help but laugh as Scorch rubbed his paw, Ember returning her gaze to him and smiling softly. "I would love to stay and learn more about you … so sorry – what was your name again?"
"Arus."
"Arus, well it is a pleasure. My name is Ember – in case the egomaniac over there wasn't clear enough."
Scorch gave a flustered grunt and turned his back to her, making the pink draken's chest swell with cheer. Arus nodded and gazed back towards Terradon, the younger drake still in conversation with the larger one.
"I just want you to know that Spyro will be just fine, and he's actually quite eager to meet you! I wish I could stay and chat more myself, but unfortunately, I have to get back to the Academy in Warfang. Perhaps you can come visit Flame and I when the time is more appropriate!" she suggested eagerly before turning on claw and proceeding towards the archway.
Arus watched her go, his head spinning once again. Spyro wanted to meet him? Strange thing considering the fact he'd almost killed him.
A sudden flurry of voices and movements caught his attention, Scorch once more coming up behind him to observe as well. Terradon gazed towards them and made a motion to approach. Arus wasted no time and quickly moved up beside him.
"I trust you will not make any trouble for us?" boomed the larger green drake from earlier. Arus turned his orbs upwards, the fierce gaze of this obviously mighty drake shaking him to the core.
"I swear – I will be of no worry to you, I only ask that I can learn more." he responded in kind, breathing in deeply to appear more confident. Terrador eyed him curiously before gazing towards the horizon.
"That has yet to be determined. For now … we have a new dragon on our paws."
Arus, Terradon, and the others present on the platform gazed out towards the rapidly setting sun. Slowly, but surely, a figure began to form. It was hard to make out at first, but within a few minutes, Arus could see the flurry of beating wings.
Several spoke in hushed whispers again. Why was it everyone around here seemed afraid to speak their minds? A surprised scoff came from Terrador as water from one of the nearby pools suddenly burst onto the pavilion, rotating violently to create a massive funnel of liquid.
Many stepped back – Arus only gazing on with burning curiosity as the winged figure folded their wings and dove headlong into the funnel. It looked as if a torpedo was fired from a canon, the funnel starting to grow narrower – soon taking on the shape of a large water spout.
Several "Ooohs" and "Ahhhhs" broke out as the 'show' continued for several moments, the figure within still rotating rapidly with the current, before suddenly, the water exploded outward and began to dissipate. The scene was crowned by the formation of a rainbow against the falling mists, the majority of the onlooking crowd already submitting to the spell.
Arus's sapphire eyes – along with all the others, gazed at the elegant dragon now coming to a rest before them, her thin limbs sturdy and built, though her turquoise scales had an unusually glossy appearance about them. The fabric of her wings stretched before folding against her flanks, webbed paws embedded against dampened stone. The coral like barb that capped her tail was a blend of both serenity and lethalness, and the two horns that capped her skull quickly folded backwards towards her shoulders in a mane like appearance.
An extra fold of sturdy scales extended out from her neck, creating a hood that draped down her azure chest plate. Several fin like barbs extended out from just behind her jaws – more webbing adorning these as well. Rich eyes of fuchsia captivated her features.
Terrador took a step forward, lightly bowing his head. "Welcome to the Avalar Alliance Dragon Temple my lady, to whom do I have the honor of addressing?"
Her striking gaze flashed upon Arus for but a moment, his heart almost skipping a beat before she smirked and returned the Guardian's gesture.
"Korryana – Princess of Nebulus Crater and Representative of the Water Dragons."
A/N: A new arrival to the Temple and more background for the future awaiting our unknowing characters. I enjoy writing the relationship between my new dragons, though I'm still working on writing females a tad more realistic. Writing an older character like Ember is also lots of fun, seeing as how she never got that much development in her few appearances.
Next update will again be in about a week or so, though I can't say for sure when my job situation will be completely settled. Good news is: I'm very far ahead on my updates so I can afford posting a chapter or two without writing. I always appreciate good feedback to those willing, so don't be shy in leaving some reviews for me. Each one can help me get better.
Be on the look out for another completed character concept with the next update. I plan on having completed concepts for Razeth, Perrath, Xalanth and Terradon before this volume is finished. Arus is already complete and available for view on my deviantART.
Until next time … Cya!
Fun History: Avocati or Evocati – was the Latin term for a soldier in the Roman army who had served out his time and obtained a discharge, but had voluntarily enlisted again at the invitation of the Consul or other commander.
I based the Praxus Empire on Ancient Rome due to my love of history, and the great story that comes with how the balance of power constantly tipped the scales within their society. Obviously, I apply the term differently in my story in order to present a more perverted version of the original term.
My Characters: Arus, Razeth, Perrath, Xalanth, Aelius, Korryana, Terradon, Solarana, Scorch, Unit: 941, Marcus, Kalog