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Chapter 6:
Judgment
Razeth struggled to keep her emotions in check. Thankfully, she'd been left in solitude. At least – as alone as possible with the Avocati lurking about. She had regulated herself to remain within the capsule chamber, not they'd allow her to travel anywhere else of her own free will. Patience was something she often found in short supply, but for once, it paid off – the screen before her slowly willing itself back to life, Arus seemingly stirring on the far end of the time spectrum.
It was vastly confusing and challenged her utmost mental barriers. What they resorted to in order to "pacify" such a dangerous drake was quite similar to various brutal methods employed all too commonly within the Empire today, and she would be lying if she claimed she hadn't aided in similar situations, though unwillingly.
For Arus, however, it was entirely different. Unimaginably unique, as his mind was shattered and adrift in limbo. Such an experience would be torture of the cruelest sort. Pain upon one's body was tolerable depending on the individual, but pain born of the mind, that was an entirely foreign arena for most.
The Avocati were masters of such heinous actions. It was well known that when left to their own devices that they would spend every living second in search of one they might consider "entertaining" enough for their skill sets. Stories of roasting flesh and gnawed bones spread throughout every continent, and before long, it was just common knowledge that one ill-spoken word would lead straight to a Black Robe's dinner plate.
She had one lucky break in terms of her gender. While she was still highly looked down upon by her peers in the service, she would never be considered for Avocati service. Of course, being considered wasn't exactly a life choice. Sure one could volunteer for the procedure if their service record warranted such a "reward", but they also held free reign in abusing the 'needs of the service' concept on a whole.
One thing was certain, once you entered their facility: The Pyre, you wouldn't return the same creature. Whatever life you once knew was gone, and you were forever bonded to the will of the Senate and whomever served as the reigning Consuls.
Her honey eyes could see nothing but black, save for a small light that shined through a rusted grate. Wherever they'd put Arus, it was designed for perhaps even darker methods then he was experiencing.
The beat of the energy pulse within the time capsule had increased steadily from the moment he'd regained consciousness, and it only helped bolster her theory that it was a clear representation of his own vital signs.
Based upon what she could gather from the intense divulging of fears some hours ago, Arus was going to be standing trial for something he truly didn't intend to commit. It wasn't hard to put two and two together from this end of the time gap, but these dragons from the past would have no concept of such an action, nor would they fully believe it regardless.
No, instead they would resort back to base instinct and primal confusion. Fear of the unknown was a constant driving force within the greater universe, and when politics got involved – things would only spiral further into divisive anarchy.
She still had a difficult time fathoming the idea that he was truly propelled back to a period long lost to their histories. Or, so she was meant to believe in the average educational facilities of the Praxus Empire. In the short time she'd been here, she knew that Legate Xalanth was holding back far more then he let on.
The Legate was searching for something, and he had some manner of familiarity with the time period and the creatures residing within it. This Spyro for example – she'd had heard of the legendary purple dragons, they were supposedly beings of great destruction that were born to help "reshape" the world through its own death song.
At least, that's all they talked about through their brief lessons pertaining to the subject. For the most part, the histories were limited to perpetual violence and death in all time periods before the Empire's existence. When the one known as Praxus descended from on high with his Legion of Sorrow the Empire was truly born, and proper "reason" along with it.
She had to scoff at such blatant misinterpretations. Of course, those who spoke out against the very principles and "legends" the Empire was founded upon were quickly realigned or terminated in very public scenarios.
For all she knew: this Praxus was really a power hungry tyrant who thrived off the suffering of others, and used his aptly named Legion to crush any who spoke otherwise. Of course, society itself within the Empire formed a vast schism based upon such provocative questions.
This was not really the time and place, but far too many times had she decided to contemplate this moral quandary. She would have to bide her time and pay close attention to everything Arus experienced. Perhaps she would find a clue that would hint towards whatever goal the Legate had aimed for.
Hopefully, it wouldn't cost Arus his life, or hers.
"Things still quiet?"
Razeth lifted her head from her forepaws, the sight of a yawning Perrath greeting her. "In a way I suppose, he woke up briefly … and … well they have him in some kind of holding cell."
"I see, can't say I'm surprised. After what happened between him and … ummm … well I just call him the intellectually challenged drake-"
"You could just say he's a prick," interrupted Razeth with a small laugh, "I certainly wouldn't feel bad about it."
Perrath smiled softly before resting on her haunches beside Razeth, gazing at the currently darkened monitor.
"I'm sorry about before by the way, I didn't mean to get too personal with my statements." spoke Razeth apologetically. Perrath turned towards her and just gave off a playful shrug.
"No worries, I know that it can get dull around here. I wouldn't expect our friends up there to be great conversationalists." she responded while pointing her wing towards one of the silent cyborgs.
"You're not wrong there, though I do wish things were a bit more relaxing in general."
"Not while Xalanth is in charge. He's the epitome of 'better safe then sorry'."
Razeth kept her eyes on the blank screen, occasionally gazing down at the wrist communicator that had been alerting her earlier.
"If I recall correctly … they're going to have some manner of special hearing for Arus. That could be positive input! Or very very negative." stated Perrath alarmingly.
Raz looked up from her wrist and sighed quietly. "Yeah … I have a feeling it's not gonna end well. I assume that if he's killed in their time he's still dead here."
"His very essence is present in the time stream. It's as I told you before … he is just as real to them as he would be to us."
"So then, what's the plan going to be if they end up executing him?"
Perrath went silent and tilted her head in peaceful contemplation. Her claws clicked lightly on the metal flooring before she exhaled. "Well, Xalanth will find another way, but I have a feeling that-"
"They won't execute him."
Both drakens gazed back to see Xalanth slowly approaching, the metallic door actually opening quietly for once. Razeth stood to attention quickly while Perrath just issued a lingering yawn.
"Good morning Legate. All I have to report from the other side was Arus being shoved into a box." reported Razeth with mock zest.
The large drake took a deep breath before cracking his neck. "A box huh, well that's certainly something to look forward to. So long as he's not dead it doesn't really matter."
Perrath blinked and regained her footing, moving towards the various screens monitoring the vital connections and crystal outputs. Razeth stayed at attention while Xalanth approached the canister slowly, his eyes turning up to address the Avocati.
"Unit 945, report."
The cybernetic creature shuffled towards the Legates' position, stopping short and saluting quickly. "Unit 945: Reporting Legate."
Xalanth licked his chops before tilting his head. "You and your units are dismissed until further notice. Return to appropriate docking stations for routine maintenance and software patching. Code Amber is in effect."
A slight buzz could be heard inside the cranium of the robotic dragon, red eyes seemingly focusing and then dimming in mechanical practices. The robed brute saluted Xalanth once more before turning quickly, the movement of various cybernetic components could be seen shifting beneath the dark hood upon its structure.
Razeth watched as all the Avocati immediately followed suit, filing down the chamber and into one single line. At least a dozen of them were present, far more then she'd been aware of.
"Avocati detachment Echo Bravo has been relieved of duty as of 0530 hours. Units 945 through 957 reporting to cybernetic maintenance station twelve for further orders." stated 945 in monotone patterns.
With that, the entire line proceeded single file out the mechanized doorway, the heavy shuffling of their paws scrapping the floor. It was always a twisted manner of game to guess just how much machine they truly were. Razeth had never seen one without a robe, and odds were, she wouldn't want to.
Once the final Avocati had exited the heavy door shut behind them, Xalanth turning to Perrath immediately. "Have you eaten?"
She gazed up and smiled sheepishly. "Can't say I have … was too focused on what we might witness."
Razeth snorted and came up to Xalanth's side, the mechanical armor upon her scales flashing in the glow of the soul crystals.
"How do you know they won't just kill him, Legate? They seemed pretty adamant about the possibility."
"Because, Optio, if he's in the time period I believe … which is very early on in the formation of our Age, then he won't be outright terminated. They have not evolved into reaching such heights of extremism yet."
Razeth took in his words, shaking her head firmly. "I don't know, after last night I tend to think they wouldn't hesitate."
"Trust me, I don't think their mental capacities will allow it."
Perrath stayed quiet, though she was starting to wonder just what manner of contingency plan Xalanth had in the rare case he was committing a mistake.
"Well, I guess we really don't have a choice. Though I am curious Legate, how do you know where he is? In all the histories I've studied during my times at the Archives I never once came across anything talking about these particular individuals."
"Let's just assume – I have my sources. Needless to say, this stage of history is some five millenniums ago … give or take"
"Five thousand one hundred twenty seven years to be exact." corrected Perrath, Xalanth just rolling his eyes at the statement.
"Really now," spoke Razeth, tail twitching in amazement, "That's quite an immense distance. You mentioned this being early in our Age … how early are we talking?"
Xalanth broke away from her, making his way towards the rear corridor. "I would wager around nine to ten years after Spyro reconstituted the entire planet, thus beginning history anew. A time period where the resources we lack are plentiful and rich. It's the perfect spot for him."
Razeth bit her lower lip a bit before looking to Perrath, the nervous look shared between them saying it all. Xalanth stopped at a side counter, initiating a small circular electro pad with his claw, eyes browsing over several options of desirable meat.
"Well, Xalanth … I'm afraid that we might have another issue on top of this 'trial'." whimpered Perrath.
The graphite drake turned back, a thick and roasted piece of ham laying on the counter now. "Oh? What might that be?"
She sighed before rubbing her forehead, the words clumping within her throat. "Well, you see – Arus has sort of …. his programming was … unintentionally altered."
Razeth gauged the Legates' reaction, and was rather surprised that he didn't outright explode. His frame remained relaxed, his paw clutching a small pepper discharger. "What do you mean?"
Perrath continued, "Well, I'm not sure if it was due to the stress of the transport or perhaps some kind of interference from the crystals, but Arus has lost his programming from Condition 605."
Xalanth turned again, his eyes growing sharper before picking up the slab of meat, claws sinking into it in growing frustration. "How much does he remember?"
She sighed in self-disappointment. "Nothing at all. He's forgotten his mission and purpose. To put it simply: he's a blank slate."
Once again Razeth was taken aback by his reaction. The large drake simply proceeded with taking heavy bites from his quarry. After perhaps a minute of awkward silence, save the sound of teeth tearing flesh, the large drake finally responded.
"Well then, I guess we have no choice but to hope that he isn't beheaded."
Razeth shook her head and shrugged in defeat. It was impossible to pin Xalanth down or get any reading on his feelings. Perrath remained silent, still critiquing herself in full force. Unwilling to interrupt a hungry drake, both remained quiet until he had finished, his tongue licking away any juices left behind before he circled back.
Razeth felt her heartbeat increase, wondering if she would be learning more then she bargained for. Xalanth gazed down at Perrath, taking note of her expressions before he gave a great drake laugh.
"Come now Perrath, don't dream of fretting about it, I never expected this to be a perfect science. You should be ecstatic that we've gotten this far. Anything beyond this point is a blessing."
Her features perked up some, wings shuddering before her mind started racing. "But … how is he to complete his mission without proper programming? He has free will now … he can form attachments and think for himself."
Xalanth nodded before humming. "That's right he can, but this may not make any difference in terms of achieving our objectives. It might take longer, but we may just have luck on our side."
Razeth nodded softly, surprisingly content that the Legate was reacting so positively. At the same time, she couldn't help but wonder if this had solid reasoning to back it up. Xalanth turned his head to meet her gaze; firm expression ever present.
"Optio, if you are in need of any nourishment then I suggest you browse the options at the conveyor. Our refrigeration services offer quite a selection."
She blinked quietly before half-nodding, a slight rumbling having set in quite some time ago. Swift paws carried her eagerly towards the counter Xalanth had just made use of, a very noticeable digital dial being present on the translucent surface. Honey eyes browsed eagerly through the vast selections, Xalanth half-smiling before addressing Perrath.
"Make sure you get some too my little nova, we're gonna be at this for quite awhile. I expect today to be the first of many more invigorating cycles."
Hunter pulled the heavy cloak upwards and over his toned shoulders. Such a garment looked more at home within the shadows then upon the back of an Alliance Council member, but he could never fully bring himself to abandon his roots.
The walls were covered in all manner of tapestries and trophies. Pelts and various tools were also spread out across the chamber. He wasn't exactly one for high standards of living. The room was quite small compared to that of the greater beings, containing just a simple furred bed and a writing desk beside a quaint fireplace. Scents of wild pine mixed with broiling stew as the fur plastering his body relaxed.
A annoyed squawk drew his attention, blue orbs falling upon his loyal messenger hawk. The noble, avian creature bore an impatient bearing and was flapping its wings angrily.
Hunter sighed amusingly before grasping a small pouch from beneath the desk. "Forgive me Jaska, I'm late with your breakfast."
The well built Cheetah moved towards an open window, the hawk currently roosting on a pedestal beside it. She complained further and only earned a hefty chuckle from her handler, knowing she despised teasing.
"So impatient." he whispered quietly before pulling on one of his sturdy gloves. One would ever so be lucky to see him in such a manner, as he had yet to fully dress for the coming day. Very few were up this early, though he was positive Volteer and Terrador had beaten him to the punch.
He cooed the ruffled hawk gently, stroking noble feathers for a few welcomed seconds before rewarding her with several prepared portions from within the pouch. Slowly but surely, the complaining subsided, Hunter chuckling as he leaned against the window sill.
The sun was just starting to crease the edge of the horizon, the gleam of Warfang even present on the other side of the great rift. When Spyro and Cynder stopped Malefor, the ruins of the ancient Temple descended into the world's core itself, resulting in a massive crater where an immense volcano once loomed.
He had summoned an ancient Golem known only as: The Destructor, from this savage tunnel of fire. Despite the rebirth of the planet, many wounds still remained fresh upon her flesh. This area became desolate and practically lifeless, the only thing still present being the large gorge where the ring of fire once was. At least it had filled in with rich mineral waters, but it was a constant reminder to all that survived just how close they'd truly came to oblivion's gates.
Jaska squawked again, though Hunter only continued to stroke her pleasantly. His people could be quite stubborn, but had it not been for their aid leading up to the decisive battle, things might have turned out quite differently.
He was always considered quite the curious one by his fellow felines, sometimes to the point of insanity, but he simply couldn't comprehend the idea of closing themselves off completely from the entirety of the world bombarding them. If they refused to take an active role in the state of their planet, then how could they possibly reach their full potential?
Contemplation overtook him for a good fifteen minutes, though he had made it a regular morning ritual to observe the sun beginning its repetitive journey yet again.
Today was going to be eventful. The Council would finally meet in session to discuss what to do about the one only known as: Arus. Hunter was just as frazzled as the others, maybe even more so – as his presence went against every reality Hunter had come to embrace within his thinking.
None of it made sense, but at the same time, he could find no logical reasoning for a drake to make an attempt on Spyro's life in the middle of the Temple grounds. The only other witness to the event was nearly beat to death by the very same drake, which in essence would be more than enough to guarantee motive.
Still though, why would any drake be stupid enough to attempt murder on the most well known dragon in the realms, and further prove his guilt by attacking another ranking member. Such actions held no bearing of sense or logical decision making. Unless Arus was completely resigned to a bloody fate – then he wouldn't have a practical motive for what he did.
The morning breeze greeted him with soothing kisses against his pelt, causing a soft purr of willing acceptance to escape. Jaska twisted her head rapidly before gazing outward, moments later launching herself into the morning sky. Hunter gave a nod of approval before drawing his paw away, removing the glove and returning to the center of the room.
He had spent many hours pondering just what he would say today, but he wouldn't betray what he knew to be right in his heart. Having seen countless other beings betray one another for personal gain and even outright murdering each other gave him much needed perspective within a group he still felt he had no true reason being part of.
Prowlus would have sent someone else had he not agreed, but Hunter fully accepted that he owed Spyro his life, and thus felt it his duty to take part in the Alliance.
Fastening the cloak against his neck with a diamond shaped brooch of rank, he eyed the now rarely used hickory longbow that was mounted upon his wall. His braces came next, followed by a decorative belt lined with various utility pouches. He missed those days. A far more simpler time where he could aid his allies from the shadows and not be subject to the daily torments of policy.
A heavy exhale emptied from his chest, paws pulling the thick hood over his feline ears as he focused on the bow once again. It had already been ten years and he was starting to have heavy doubts about if he'd made the right choice. Helping Spyro and Cynder reorganize the chaos was one thing, but to become a political symbol was another that he truly couldn't desire.
Snapping back to reality, he gazed into a broken mirror opposite the bow, taking note of just how much weaker his limbs appeared. He'd have to make a point of getting back into proper shape one of these days. It was far easier when he traveled all over the world in service to the Guardians.
Before he even went searching for Spyro after his disappearance at the Well Of Souls those many years ago, he was nothing but a drifter. A headstrong Cheetah with a bad habit for causing pointless griefs. One that never stood still and refused to conform to what was "normal" behavior.
He was absurdly gifted with speed and reflexes, something that was more then apparent to his superiors in the militia. It didn't take long for him to become Lead Ranger, but at the cost of burning many personal bridges. Conforming to organizations was simply not something he saw as a blessing, but only a shackle newly hot to the touch.
This lifestyle eventually led him to simply abandoning his responsibilities and begin drifting from job to job as a mercenary for hire. It was deep within the back aisles and brothels of Warfang that the messenger found him.
Dragons. Dragons of all creatures had requested his services. Needless to say, this caught him by complete surprise. Since when did the mightiest creatures on the face of the planet require the services of a spurned Cheetah mercenary? Especially one with a penchant for drawing trouble.
It didn't make any sense to him at the time, but he wasn't yet aware just how important that moment would be towards his well being. It gave him purpose and direction, and showed him that sometimes the world needed a rebel like himself.
He clasped the cloak on tightly, the leather tunic fastened by a sturdy belt of similar make. Despite his anointed position, he would always wear what he always found more comfortable. It was bad enough he was forced to wear his insignia, he wouldn't be altering any further then that.
Turning towards the doorway, he made one last pass at the sturdy bow. He chuckled and shook his head, opening the wooden door latch and proceeding out into the hallway. "I'm inclined to think – old friend, I may have need of you very soon."
Arus groaned heavily, eyes starting to split open as the echoes of heated words raced about his mind. The grate on the front of the door was still open, light still dimly pouring through. He could feel his skull pounding and wings stinging, dry blood lingering upon the stones.
He had absolutely no bearing on what time it might be or just when he might see relief from this suffering. The fact that he'd been so petrified mere hours ago was hanging heavily upon his mind. Being so bare to someone he didn't even know was simply infuriating.
While Terradon's words helped ease his pain, the fact still remained that they knew nothing about one another. Hell, he wasn't even sure about himself much less anyone else. Sapphire eyes slowly closed, resigning to the very possible reality that he wasn't getting out of here soon.
Not moments later the iron door vibrated, causing Arus to release a massive exhale of joy. After several seconds and many heavy grunts, the door completed the cycle. The room was still dark, but the torches had since been replaced. Three snouts were gazing back at him, eyes all wide. The older, larger creatures were almost hunched over in order to even fit in the dour basement.
"Well, I didn't imagine anything like this was built here. You're should be proud that you understand proper security."
Arus grunted as the drake to the far left poked him with a metal rod, his mind demanding an appropriate reaction as he lunged out with his snout and snapped the prodding instrument in half, the drake nearly falling back onto his haunches in surprise.
"My word, such rudeness!"
The middle drake dragged his paw across his snout, groaning in frustration. "What the hell did you expect Crastor, that he was just gonna sit there and let you have at him after a night in here?"
Arus snarled again, his teeth fully barred and lips twitching. His orbs fell upon the middle drake, the familiar image of Terradon staring back at him with great concern.
"Yes...Yesindeed I wishthatIcouldmeasuretheintenityofsuchanimpressivebiteforce...shouldwefindtimeontheway overtothemeetinghallperha-"
"Volteer, do shut up or speak more slowly. Were you bashed one too many times in that thick head of yours when you were a hatchling?" snapped Crastor, one paw lifting the mutilated iron poker before tossing it aside.
Volteer grumbled and only lifted his chin high, clearing his throat. "Well then, I can proudly say that I was never once 'bashed' in the head during my developmental years. However, since then …"
"Look, we have to at least get him out of there and clean him up properly. The Council is due to meet in half-an-hour." interjected Terradon, Volteer grumbling in annoyance before forcing a nod.
"Yes yes, let us removed him from this rather barbaric contraption." replied the electric Elder.
Crastor snorted some, one of his claws sliding over the rocky floor. "Hardly, I call it a very effective deterrent."
Volteer and Terradon ignored him, both reaching in with one paw and grasping Arus by his shoulders, the shadowy drake having to stifle his defensive mannerisms to allow them close. He couldn't help but start to force his own way out, not wanting to stay in this hellhole another second longer.
"Take it easy there Arus, we'll get you out …" mumbled Terradon before he bore down with his opposite paw, using his strong shoulders to start muscling the drake free. Volteer aided as well while Crastor simply looked on in pompous boredom.
Arus could finally feel his limbs slide away from his body, snout opening wide to the feeling of fresh air filling his lungs. An immense inhale followed as his wings were the next appendage to be worked free, but he quickly found them useless after such an extended time in forced positioning.
"One more should do it … " grunted Terradon before Volteer acknowledged and wrapped his paw beneath Arus's shoulder blade, both drakes giving one last heave before the cramped drake started falling to the floor.
Terradon was quick to catch him, the porous frame of such a strong dragon being quite depressing to witness. Arus was unable to feel anything, his scales being rubbed raw along his forelimbs as well as his rear extremities. Blood had stained his underbelly and along the length of his tail. Dirt was mixed into his wounds, creating a foul blend of unhygienic qualities.
Volteer helped steady the weakened drake, propping him against the wall as Crastor moved in closer, an expression of disgust upon his snout. Small groans poured forth as Arus tried to regain feeling in his muscles, but found that no matter how hard he tried, full circulation still eluded him.
Terradon gazed back at the cramped chamber, vividly catching sight of torn scaled flesh and crimson blood upon the jagged stones. He truly hoped that he never had to do that to anyone again, let alone one of his very own species.
"Alright he's free, now get some chains on him so that we can present him accordingly." sneered Crastor, his paws shuffling some as he turned.
Terradon let his orbs harden, one paw resting on the newly freed drake's shoulder. "You don't think he should at least be cleaned up before the event?"
Volteer released a small sigh, knowing that what he was about to say wouldn't quite sit right with the younger earth drake. "It's not required Terradon, the Council is gathering as we speak, we should proceed immediately."
He gazed up at Volteer in some manner of shock. It wasn't like the electric tinkerer to turn a blind eye to one who was suffering, but surely he had his reasons. Crastor half-smirked in satisfaction before turning again and shuffling up the stairs at the far side of the hall – two Knights of Warfang following after him.
"Elder … is this truly necessary?"
The Guardian took another breath, attempting to keep his speaking habit under control. "I don't like it either young Terradon, but perhaps … this can work to his advantage, no?"
Terradon propped an eye before looking at Arus, feeling nothing but remorse before it dawned upon him just what he was inferring.
"You think – that him looking like this might actually help his case?"
"I think it produces a more favorable percentage."
Terradon stiffened a growl. Any manner of talk that favored appearances and percentages had a way of stoking his anger. It was bad enough that they had to sacrifice what was right for the simple sake of politics, but was the one suffering to have any say in his own fate at all?
Volteer rested his great paw upon the umber drake's shoulder, Terradon's stone eyes turning upwards to meet a vision of calmness. "I know it's not what your heart wishes Terradon, but if Arus is to make it past this day, he will have to suffer just a little bit longer. Playing for the bigger picture you see."
The earth drake was still mildly disgusted, but he was forced to relent. What he said was true in such regard. Arus looking pitiful should help in giving off an image of hopelessness that could possibly alter ones' mindset.
"Very well, I'll have him escorted through the Temple underway. He'll be present when you're ready to begin."
Volteer nodded before gazing down at Arus once more, hoping in the depths of his mind that he would be proved correct. This dragon fascinated him, not just in terms of what he might be able to do and show them, but simply as a living creature. Yes, he truly desired that this would increase his chances tenfold.
Terradon watched as Volteer departed, following the same path as Crastor. Once he was out of sight, he motioned to two Cheetah squires.
"Fetch the appropriate cuff sizes immediately, then arm yourselves accordingly."
They saluted before departing to satisfy the order, Terradon staring down at Arus before gently lifting him upwards, using his sturdy tail to aid in the effort. "Come now Arus, it's time."
The rotunda was beginning to fill with all manner of Alliance contributors. Newly minted Cadets and aspiring Squires from various races had descended upon the oration chamber in order to witness what just might be the final verdict for this mysterious interloper.
Various Scribes and Corpsman had also broken away from more infrastructure and civil related duties to properly take in the event. Typically, the Council preferred full transparency, unless the matter was one of a far more sensitive nature. The decision was quite easy since overbearing gossips long overtook the grounds.
By this point, most everyone was fully aware, so it mattered not if they were allowed to attend. Those on guard duty were less fortunate, though this was a rare case when a general council meeting actually became appealing based upon grounds of drama alone.
Solarana descended down towards the pavilion in the center of the amphitheater like bowl. Her horns were encrusted with several decorated silver rings, each of which was connected to the opposite horn by virtue of garnet links. A silk cloak decorated her shoulders, extending down her frame and covering all but her paws and tail. She could still hear the soft chorus of admiration from various males here and there, something she always took pride in concocting.
A pew at the very base of the staircase served as a special observation section for those of her rank class. The diamond brooch upon her collar displayed that in full, allowing her some manner of special consideration upon reaching her destination.
She was quite surprised to notice a very peeved crimson drake was already present, albeit in a far less boisterous style then usual. Scorch was lined with various bandages and was laying down quite gingerly, blueish-black patches covering considerable portions of his scales.
"Well now, I have to say I'm surprised you're here. Would have imagined that you'd have no interest in leaving the infirmary after that beating."
Scorch didn't acknowledged her at first, being more then content to stew as he huffed, tail twitching in annoyance as she moved closer to him, her snout nearly touching his cheek before she unleashed a small hiss in his direction.
The drake stiffened and turned to face her, one paw raising almost defensively before he regained control of his actions. Solarana couldn't help but smirk and giggle before sitting on her own pedestal.
"You are on edge. He must have kicked your ass something fierce – my kind of drake."
"He got lucky. I can't wait to see them dish out what he deserves."
Solarana giggled again before observing the prideful crimson. Though injured, he still appeared quite regal. He was unable to wear his helmet due to a fracture upon one of his horns, but his ruby encrusted breastplate remained, along with his braces and backplates. A similar diamond pendant to her own, only this one attached to a chained necklace upon his armor, displayed equal rank.
For all his faults, Scorch was not stupid. He wouldn't have been able to receive Cyril's gemstone if he was. Her own pendant displayed yellow and green stones, awarded to her by Volteer and Terrador respectively. In order to qualify for full Guardianship, one had to master three aspects: ingenuity, wisdom and history. Each Guardian was responsible for one of these fields, and if by some miracle one had the patience to remain, they would be tested one final time in order to receive the final stone for Elder Guardian status.
She had never seen the red gemstone rewarded to anyone save the three Elder Guardians. None had reached that level of proficiency, not even Spyro or Cynder. Then again, they most likely would qualify if it wasn't for the one hundred and fifty year age requirement.
Sub-Guardians like herself and Scorch were considered aspiring Guardians of a sort. They still wielded great responsibilities within the Alliance itself, being one of the more senior ranks, but they still submitted to full fledged Guardians in all situations.
Solarana stifled a yawn before gazing at a group of moles. They had a funny way of communication, always seeming to throw great weighty dramatic gestures about to make up for their lack of size. It made it scream of desperation for attention.
Of course, not all members of the Alliance were dragons, and they all had other positions to fill as a result. Those on equal footing with the Guardians were considered Statesmen, while those on footing with Sub-Guardians were given the title of Representative. It was another branch that co-existed alongside their own titles.
She gazed over her shoulder as more members filed into the pews, noticing her own section to be rather barren. Scorch and herself, along with Terradon were the only Sub-Guardians present at the time, and the earth drake would be escorting Arus for sure. Flame and Ember both held this rank as well, but both were stationed in Warfang at Drago Academy. This facility was where new Initiates were trained in either military bearings or logistical studies. It was also where Ember established the School of Draconic Restoration – an aspiring medical branch that was just recently formulated.
"Can we get this show on the road already, this is becoming boring." groaned Scorch while scratching one of his bandages, causing it to loosen and uncover a still swollen laceration.
Solarana shook her head and continued observing. "Quite your whining! You should be lucky you're not missing any vital instruments."
He scoffed before a loud reverberation spread throughout the chamber, a massive gong on the far wall sounding the call to attend. All of the various Knights and Clerics immediately ceased their activities and stood up, facing the center of the centralized chamber in silence.
"Finally." muttered Scorch as he stood upon his paws, exerting great effort in doing so. Solarana followed suit closely behind. Various sparse mutters broke free from time to time, but the majority of the chamber became deathly quiet. The three large doors situated at the southern, eastern and western archways slammed shut, large knockers clanging as they did so. The northern entrance remained open, as one by one, the various Guardians, Statesman and Council members emerged single file.
Terrador was the first, adorned in a great suit of blackened onyx armor, the pauldrons of which were burdened by powerful chunks of sharpened obsidian. He was followed by Cyril, who wore his own glass forged armor, the material much more sleek and elegant compared to the more militaristic Terrador. Volteer came next, though he wore no helmet or plating, instead settling for a sleek brown layered cloak which was adorned with various pouches and satchels.
Hunter continued the trend, dressed in his usual attire aside his rank insignia of Statesmen. He was followed by Sampson and Hamzah, both of which dressed in their normal attire, though Hamzah wore no insignia as the Lion Prides had yet to be admitted to the Alliance. Crastor followed them, a gray cloak similar to Volteer's plastered against his scales.
"Sorry I'm late, had a bit of a late night."
Solarana and Scorch both turned to see a familiar water draken – Korryana having slid into the pew during the proceedings. She gave a rather lopsided smile before resting on one of the spare pedestals. She wore a decorative tiara which appeared to be fashioned from ice, the tendrils of which slid along her horns like serpents. A diamond brooch was also latched upon her neck choker now, though it bore no gemstones.
"So I heard. I'm a tad annoyed that you didn't use your little trick to help me out rather then that murdering scum." growled Scorch, wicked silver orbs burning into the radiant draken.
Korry hummed before dragging a claw along her chin, mocking what she saw as extremely primitive behavior. "Well, I guess you didn't make a very strong impression then."
He stifled a growl before turning his gaze back towards the Council members, all of which were currently descending down the north stairs and into the oration pavilion. Solarana chuckled and eyed the empty brooch upon Korryana's neck. While no stones were mounted, the highly decorative metal-piece carried much symbolic weight.
"I see they've granted your trial status. It will be very intriguing to learn more about your culture."
The water draken offered a sly smile. "The feeling is mutual, I hope to be impressed. I can tell you one thing this building is absolutely incred-"
"Don't start," growled Scorch, "You'll have plenty of time to admire the view later, but I'm in no mood."
"What was that noise? I could have sworn that I heard the putrid whining of an unsophisticated hatchling with the bearing of a toadstool?" whispered Solarana, her fellow draken only chuckling in barbed amusement.
Scorch stifled another low growl before finding his bearing, coughing slightly as he itched another one of his wounds. "You were whining about it more then I ever did yesterday slattern …"
Korryana turned in a mixture of shock and disappointment, her eyes going wide before gazing at Solarana, attempting to gauge her reaction. To her surprise, the orange hued draken just shrugged and beamed to herself.
"No worries – after spending years with this stuck up jackass you get use to it." she stated with a giggle, causing Scorch to grind his teeth.
Korryana just shook her head, crossing her forepaws and getting comfortable. An immense cheer suddenly broke out from the assembly, all three dragons turning their heads back towards the northern entryway to see the fierce and elegant draken of shadowed visage stepping forth.
Various members of the audience made no sound whatsoever, but they were in the minority compared to those applauding. Korryana took notice in the diversity of the displeasure, most of the faces belonging to sub-creatures and not dragons.
Cynder slowly stepped forward, coming to a halt at the top of the northern staircase as the applause continued, all members of the Council also bowing their heads in acknowledgment of her accomplishments.
She wore her typical attire, silver braces and cuffs along her forelimbs and down her tail, the collar upon her neck bearing the diamond insignia of a full Guardian – yellow, blue and green gemstones shining brightly. Her two largest horns were further bestowed upon by two gleaming rings.
The first was honed in a spiral fashion, curling up the boney appendage gracefully. It was encrusted with at least eight small gems, each one bearing the distinct coloring of elements. Half the ring was purplish gold, the four gem colors being that of the purple dragon's native elements. The other half was blackish gold, and the four gems upon this side were of her own elemental colorings.
Solarana had to admire such a beautiful piece. It was a special award created after the restoration of the world, officially titled: Hero of the Realms. Only two dragons in the world held such a title.
The other ring opposite that was a tad more simplistic. It was a solid band of gold, encrusted by at least a dozen enticingly carved rubies. This recognition was labeled: Order of Ignitus. It was an award presented for valor to any who might represent or display great actions or feats of courage. It saw creation after the immensely respected Fire Guardian, Ignitus, sacrificed his life so that Malefor could be defeated.
The applause started to slowly subside, only for Cynder to spread one of her wings. Most in the chamber went silent even faster as the lithe draken slowly dipped her long neck, enjoying the powerful impact her simple movements had on such an audience. Everyone watched carefully as a small smile crept along her beaked snout, seconds later her wing slid away, the form of a striking purple dragon hitting home.
Massive rounds of cheers and celebratory expressions echoed throughout the dome. Even the Council members broke rank to give their own manner of compliments. Terrador thumping his large paw, Cyril bowing his head in reverence, Volteer practically jumping in exuberance. Hunter smiled while the other members bowed. He bore the same horn rings as Cynder, and his glimmering bronze armor was more then fit for one of his prominence.
Scorch sighed and leaned his head upon one paw. "He's not the only one who took a beating."
Solarana slapped his wing with her tail, eyes filled with sarcasm as she clapped. "Perhaps that's because he'd rather prevent fights then start them hmm?"
Korryana smiled to herself, the knowledge that she helped the purple dragon get back to this point being tucked away safely within her mind. Scorch tilted his head instinctively, his eyes sliding from the purple drake at the top of the stairs to the water draken. She only winked at him before initiating her own clap, the crimson drake sighing in defeat.
Spyro could never get use to something like this. Hundreds of creatures from all walks of life cheering at his very presence. Cynder stood at his side, half-smiling at such a thunderous ovation. It didn't take long for a chant based upon his name to spread across the room, the heat rising in his face rapidly.
"You know … I think the bedroom is looking much better." he whispered towards his mate, the draken just chuckling softly before giving him a soft gaze.
"You mean a lot to them. It's time to return that faith."
Spyro nodded in understanding before lifting his forelimb and extending it before him, giving clear indication for Cynder to precede him. The applause continued as she bowed her head in response, her smooth yet strong limbs carrying her forward and down the staircase into the bowl.
He couldn't help but notice some of the spectators backing off some as she made her journey, but it wasn't anything he could control as he quickly followed suit, feeling the strange paws of various creatures patting him while he strode forth. Each one was keenly felt, but he could stomach the rigors for now thanks to Korryana's treatments.
Keeping his wings tucked against his flanks, he gazed forth as Cynder took up position on a specially reserved pedestal that rested close to the Sub-Guardian's section. The ebony draken directed her gaze towards Korryana, smiling softly and nodding in her direction, the water draken returning the gesture and earning stares from both Solarana and Scorch. She just shrugged and giggled, content to play innocent.
Spyro made his way onto the orating pavilion, his head turning between each member of the Council and visually greeting each one in turn before taking his own place upon one of the eight platforms surrounding the pavilion.
Once he was in place, another echo from the gong broke forth, silencing everyone immediately yet again. Slowly, the doors to the northern archway slammed shut, several dragon Knights taking up position in front of each doorway.
The massive room was sealed, hundreds of quiet occupants studying the eight mighty figures now sitting or laying in place upon their platforms. The room itself was illuminated by several massive orbs that hung from the ceiling, these being unique in that they didn't house torches, but powerful, illuminating crystals.
The top of the dome was also capped by an immense pane of circular glass, much like that in Spyro and Cynder's quarters, allowing the sunlight free entry for further illumination.
Terrador slowly rose from his position, now standing upon his platform. Clearing his voice, the earth drake began the proceedings.
"This session has been called to deal with a very grievous matter. I'm very thankful to Spyro for joining us – we all know that you haven't exactly made a full recovery."
The purple dragon simply waved one of his paws, content to let the detriment pass. Terrador nodded before continuing. "Knights of Avalar, bring forth the one known as Arus!"
The gong once more rung out, causing many in the chamber to once again start whispering and shift about amongst themselves. The Guardians appeared quite calm, as did Spyro, though others shimmied upon their stone platforms.
Slowly but surely, the sound of scuffling could be heard along with heavy chains, the visage of four fully armored dragon and cheetah Knights emerging from a side passage between Cynder's pedestal and the Sub-Guardians'. They were followed by none other then Terradon, the fully armored earth drake wearing armor similar to his grandfathers.
Attached to the Sub-Guardian's backplate armor was a heavy chain, the links of which ended around the neck of one deathly looking creature. The light stung at his eyes, causing him to raise a paw in alarm before being forced forward slowly. The links spread out from his collar to each of his other extremities, though great care had been taken to make sure he wasn't completely immobile.
Many in the audience were shocked by the appearance of the roughed up drake, his once powerful frame appearing frail and broken for any familiar with him beforehand. Korryana released a small gasp, one wing hovering over her snout as Solarana sighed. Scorch could only snicker in approval, his claws tightening against his paw scales. "Well, I suppose there is some justice in the world."
Korryana felt a great surge of emotion swell within her, fuchsia eyes turning in anger before she felt a paw on her shoulder. Solarana caught her gaze, simply giving a small shake of her head in advancement of her eagerness. The water draken huffed before relaxing, knowing she should be in better control of her feelings.
Terradon saluted the Council, being sure to smile in Spyro's direction upon knowledge of his presence and well being. "Members of the Avalar Alliance, I present Arus – a drake of unknown origins and motivations. To stand before you in fair judgment!" stated the umber drake before he turned slowly, being sure to catch the squinting Sapphire orbs.
Arus lowered his paw, noticing Terradon motioning towards a small staircase which in turn led towards the center of the oration pavilion. The shadowy drake sighed, dry blood still plastered upon his scales before nodding, shuffling forward slowly and with noticeable difficulty. Though he had been out of that accursed box for some time, the effects were still very much in appliance.
A limp was very apparent, and his wings were still unable to extend outwards. He even found it unbearably difficult to keep his tail from sliding beneath his abdomen. It was a sad sight for some, but many more just passed it up as a potential murderer getting his due.
Terradon followed slowly behind the despondent drake, making sure to be careful as to not cause further discomforts as Arus climbed the stairs with difficulty. Force of will was practically the only thing keeping him going at this point, and even that was slowly starting to erode as he felt hundreds of burning orbs melting away his spirit.
It was during this journey that he noticed the frame of a smaller dragon resting at the base of the pavilion, his paw clutching a quill like one would a sword, several parchments spread across a simple wooden tabletop before him. Terradon slowly nodded in greeting to the young electric drake, his own mustard eyes almost too distracted by Arus to return the gesture.
The Council watched every movement, Spyro's face clearly wearing a mask of disappointment and conflict. Arus proceeded until he stood in the very center of the pavilion, several members of the audience starting to break out with small flails and insults, though they were quickly silenced by a Guardian's gaze.
The wounded dragon found it difficult to remain stationary, having already been forced to do so for many hours. He lifted his snout and gazed around him, taking note of each individual standing upon the raised platforms. A light chuckle fell from his throat, causing some of them to flinch in disbelief.
"Sorry I'm late … but I had some trouble sleeping."
Terradon struggled to keep his composure while Hunter let a sly smile purse his muzzle. Volteer was also amused, though Terrador and Cyril found it wanting.
"Witty humor isn't going to get you far here, I hope you can comprehend that." stated Crastor coldly. The dark drake made no effort to meet his gaze or retort.
"I'm afraid he has a point," said Cyril, his icy blue eyes turning downward in an intimidating stare worthy of his element, "You have been located at the source of several disturbing incidents these past few days, the first of which left our fellow Guardian – Spyro – in quite a poor state."
Arus lifted his head slowly, sapphire orbs coming to bear with Spyro's own. The purple drake gazed back and could only shake his head curiously, tail twitching slowly behind him.
"Furthermore – you have also caused significant trauma to another within our ranks. Sub-Guardian Scorch suffered numerous dire wounds during this struggle, though, it has been established that this was partially initiated and encouraged by himself as well." continued Terrador, Scorch's frame slumping somewhat before grumbling beneath his breath.
Arus gazed at several of the Council members, his head spinning as his pulse rapidly quickened, his mind attempting to grasp upon anything that would help muster some manner of verbal defense.
"Please … just please listen-"
"Your voice carries no merit here," snarled Hamzah, the lion clearly attempting to intimidate. "You're no different then all the other shadow drakes we slaughtered during the wars. Always looking to strike in the exposed back and present face in public, as only cowards can. We were quick to see through their lies and we see through yours now!"
Crastor nodded in obvious agreement while Hunter shook his head, the Guardians making no visual movements as Sampson stroked his goatee. Spyro kept a neutral gaze, his violet orbs being drawn towards the ceiling now and then.
"I think it's quite clear that extreme measures need to be taken. At the very least, confinement for the remainder of his days – in solitude. He can not be allowed to roam free," growled Crastor before eying Terrador. "Zacharah, would agree with this notion."
"He very well might, but he's not here. I think it would be prudent to acknowledge that while in more public scenarios Arus never appeared overly aggressive or in search of mayhem." retorted the earth drake. Hunter nodded in agreement.
"In the few conversations I've had with him, I also took note of his mannerisms. Barring the incident with Scorch, which was clearly a partial fault on the Sub-Guardians' part, I simply can not agree that he sought to outright kill Spyro." added the feline confidently.
Arus eyed the cheetah quietly, a small sense of hope starting to plant within his soul. Terradon also stepped forward, one of his paws knocking on the stone surface. "I concur with Hunter with his observations."
"You have no voice in these proceedings, Sub-Guardian, mind your place." replied Crastor sharply. Cyril and Terrador sighed but agreed with the statement. Spyro simply clicked his claws upon the edge of the platform in astute thought.
"I disagree, I would very much like to hear more about what Hunter and Terradon might have learned. After all, they spent more time with him then any of us did." spoke the purple firmly. Many in the audience gasped at the strength of his voice.
Crastor and Hamzah both made motions to retort, but they were further interrupted when the massive crystals situated in the orbs above them started to pulse, the eyes of everyone present being drawn upwards.
Spyro caught his breath, immediately turning towards Cynder who returned the knowing gaze, her body springing up and making for the pavilion.
"What, what is this?" questioned Hamzah in confusion. The Guardians exchanged glances before Terrador cleared his throat.
"All ranks lower then Guardian are hereby dismissed from the chamber. Please attend your duties in a prompt and professional manner!" commanded the earth drake, widespread looks and shouts of surprise bellowing forth.
Cyril and Volteer both bolstered the command, and soon the massive doors on each end of the chamber began to open. Solarana and Scorch watched in both confusion and amazement. Whatever just happened, even they were not allowed to be privy to it. The crimson drake grunted dejectedly.
"Was getting boring anyways." he muttered before limping up the stairs, Solarana following after him, a visage of disappointment upon her features. Korryana was more curious and held back for several moments, but a quick stare from Spyro implored her to depart in haste.
The chamber emptied out quite quickly, the massive doors starting to close before Spyro turned to the Lion Ambassador. "I'm afraid you will have to leave as well representative Hamzah. Since you have not been admitted to the Alliance, we can not allow you to stay for the time being."
The proud lion narrowed his eyes and growled in frustration, the hairs on his mane seemingly flaring outwards.
"I have just as much right to be here as any-"
"Leave now." growled Cynder. The lion quickly changed his demeanor and trembled quietly, his limbs quickly responding with a motivated energy as he bolted up the stairs and out of the bowl.
Terradon gazed up at this grandfather, the larger drake staring back. "You may remain Terradon, along with Arus."
He was surprised and honored at the same time, but maintained his bearings as the heavy steel doors sealed off the chamber, the crystals above still humming intensely.
The remaining members of the Council along with Cynder quickly gathered in a circular pattern at the center of the pavilion, Terradon starting to wonder just what they were waiting for as he stood with Arus off to the side, the bruised drake wondering the same.
The crystals hummed again before a stream of light particles started emanating from them, all of which descended like a mist before congregating at the centerpiece of the circle. The lights flashed violently, causing most of those present to shield their gaze before a growing hum gathered about them, the room suddenly taking on a much more soothing presence as the lighting dipped to increasingly dim levels.
Spyro kept his eyes on the forming figure – a slow smile starting to form as Cynder stood at his side, her own features beaming as well. The particles grew outwards as the shape of a dragon became evident, beams of light launching forth like an energy distortion before they settled at long last.
A cyan drake of great proportions and bearing was now before them, his scales decorated with gadgets and tools of Ages long past, eager eyes scanning the room in haste before finally falling upon Arus, his fascinated orbs widening.
"Ignitus – it has been far too long, old friend." chuckled Terrador with a grin. Ignitus nodded in reply but didn't avert his gaze.
"Indeed. Far too much time … my friends."
A/N: Late update on this one, sorry about that, but I've got quite a bit of job related changes going on that require quite a bit of time and energy. The good news is, I finished another chapter, so I will post another chapter! My schedule will likely devolve into getting at least two chapters a month out, and that will stand fast so long as I can keep writing at my current pace.
Anyways, I had a lot of fun when I wrote this one up, especially with the Council scene, since setting up grand set pieces is something I take great enjoyment in. Arus seems to be in quite the bind, but perhaps an old Fire Guardian can help pull him out of the hole he's in … or perhaps not?
Fun History: While my representation of the Praxus Empire is showing a Republic Government still in place, it's still called the Empire due to the founding of her history by the God like entity that is known as Praxus. While his chair remains empty, the Empire endures under the rule of the Senate. In actual history, the Roman Republic was dissolved by Augustus Caeasar and the Roman Empire was established in its wake, taking direct power away from the Senate and giving it to one singular entity.
My Characters: Arus, Terradon, Crastor, Iolaus, Hamzah, Korryana, Xalanth, Scorch, Perrath, Razeth, Solarana, Sampson, Zacharah, Unit 945, Jaska