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Chapter 7:
Future
A large drake dragged his claw across the spines of numerous hefty books. His indigo scales almost gave the impression that he himself was a purple dragon of legend, but that was far from the reality. His chestplate and underbelly were ash black and his cerulean eyes gave off some measure of peace beneath the glossy surface.
Two great silver horns stretched outwards from his skull, both giving off the image of steel daggers. Several more rows followed suit down the back of his neck, while the barbs along his spine were slightly less impressive. The spiraled cone of pure ice capping his tail ended upon yet another vicious peak. Her wore several golden rings upon these horns while the rest of his frame was covered in a navel blue cloak. The pendant around his neck displayed his Guardian rank.
"Astronomy … no … perhaps a good mystery … mmm … aha!" he spoke to himself, paw grasping one of the worn spines and pulling it free, dust scattering as he did so. "It's been awhile since I've brushed up on my geography."
The indigo drake proceeded towards a massive window, the entirety of the walls surrounding him covered in all manner of texts and scrolls. He stepped lively, but never allowed any visual clues that might allow others to ascertain his mood.
The massive window gave an awe inspiring view upon the city below. Warfang, the Dragon Citadel. An immense amount of construction work was still ongoing; well over fifty percent of the structures within the walls being obliterated during the Malefor conflict. Not to mention the complete rebirth of the world itself. Various decorative statues were being returned to their rightful places, the moles finding such renovations to be trivial compared to what they could truly accomplish.
He dropped the book gently on a stone table, powerful frame slowly coming to a comfortable rest. This was his favorite spot in the entire city. Granted, being Magistrate had distinct advantages. This was his own personal library, and he was sure to make use of it in full.
Cerulean eyes were drawn to the view. The city was a flurry of activity as was typical these days. Dragons, Cheetahs, Moles, Lions and even the rare Wolf made an appearance among the cluttered streets. It was the largest known city in the world and had become a hub of economic and cultural exchanges.
Having a direct influence among the locales was very important, especially after the chaos Malefor caused. It was a position he pinned for, though not just for the eagerness to seek seclusion.
In the distance one could barely make out the floating Temple which served as the beating heart of the Avalar Alliance. It was miles away, but it ever hovered in his glaring presence, seemingly taunting him and forcing daily reminders of events he'd rather forget.
Breaking the thought with effort, he returned his direct attention to the text; cover of which being green with gold trimmings. It had been some time since it was forced open, but that was typical in such a massive archive. He hummed softly before parting the pages, his orbs falling upon various entries about the geographical makeup of the planet.
Granted, this was slightly out of date. After the crisis and rebirth of the planet several landmasses saw drastic changes. Even after several years they were still completely unaware of everything that was potentially altered.
Various mole expeditions were dispatched in every logical direction, hoping to fully chart and record the many differences. Warfang served as the perfect hub from which to organize such explorations. It was another part of the reason why he needed to be here.
He had various reasons, but getting away from the confines of the Temple and shadows of so many other drakes was a contributing factor. Not to mention certain drakens also.
Dragging his claws along the various pages, he drifted over a section dedicated to the terrain of Calebor. The planet itself underwent significant alterations during the rebirth, but most of the general continents stayed the same save for coastlines and altitude adjustments.
Calebor was the central region of the world and was effectively divided between northern and southern sections. It was here in the south that Warfang and the Dragon Temple were located, along with many other important locations such as the Valley of Avalar.
If one were to follow the Silver River north they would eventually pass both the Luminous Swamp and Ancient Grove, which in turn emptied out into the Sea of Mists along the eastern coast.
Directly north of the Temple were the Lakes of Aura, a deep series of pools that further divided the continent between the more Cheetah and Dragon oriented lands in the south from the Mole Country in the sub-north. Various mole villages and colonies were located in the valleys and plains along the lakes, their capital city of Ochre Canyon resting to the northwest upon the western coastline.
An immense mountain range separated Mole Country from the frigid regions of the far north, the lands of the wolves. The only known way to move between the two regions was by way of Torid Pass: a very dangerous and tumultuous pathway which was constantly barraged by all manner of vicious weather patterns. Of course, the Wolf Packs seemed to know how to harness these patterns to precise effectiveness.
His cerulean eyes fell upon Torid Towers, blinking in hesitation before quickly turning the page. The fortress itself was the only real presence the dragons had in the north, a bastion meant to serve as a territorial boundary and security buffer for the moles. Unfortunately, they hadn't the resources to maintain the facility for countless years, and as a result it was abandoned before the Malefor conflict.
A firm knock came from the far end of the room, but the Ice drake paid it no mind; far more content to remain focused on the pages before him.
The wolf lands had never been fully charted, as it was very difficult to traverse the frozen tundras and craggy gorges. Not to mention avoiding the ferocious canines themselves. Wolves were brutal in the realms of psychological and guerrilla warfare. While they could certainly overwhelm with numbers, they were not particularly strong creatures, and thus adopted a far more feasible and efficient method to dealing with trespassers.
Being unable to establish any true diplomatic connection with them was a grave disappointment, one he intended to correct in the near future. The city itself would receive various wolf traders or wanderers upon occasion, but they almost never spoke and were quick to address their business to ensure a hasty departure.
His eyes continued to drift, stumbling upon common knowledge at the sight of Dante's Freezer. This enormous island could be considered its own continent, though that was up for debate. Resting to the west of Northern Calebor, the land mass was completely frozen over and considered non-habitable. That didn't stop the moles from trying of course, as several expeditions had been launched to further explore the frozen ice crags.
This area saw an influx of research and assessments after Spyro managed to retrieve the Electric Guardian Volteer from the bowels of the island, Cynder having imprisoned him there in order to siphon his vital essence. Apes at one time also crawled upon the landscape, using the ancient fortress ruins to establish their own presence and operations.
He was always curious as to the nature of these ruins. While many of them further vanished beneath the ice fields and tundras following the rebirth of the world, some were still very much present upon the surface, albeit in a crumbling state.
Another page turned, along with another knock upon the study door. The drake grunted and acted as if a bothersome fly was circling him. Glacial Sea surrounded the Freezer and stretched to the south, the waters of which being infamous for their dangerously frigid temperatures.
Further south the frigidness gave way to warmth, as the Great Southern Ocean became more prominent. It was here that various unexplored island chains sat dotting the horizons. Areas that seemed much more greatly affected by the rebirth then the larger continents.
It was another area of great mystery and was constantly stimulating him, especially with the newly received information about Water Dragons possibly residing upon these blank spots. Very soon, he felt that he would have the answers he sought.
The Great Southern Ocean laid claim to much of the southern hemisphere, surrounding Southern Calebor and the continent of Nekhar further southwards.
This was perhaps the single greatest change that came along with the rebirth, as the ocean levels sank and gave way to a newly formed land bridge, dubbed: Obsidian Gateway.
While their were no fortifications or barriers upon the craggy sands, it was becoming a very possible solution due to a rather frosty relationship with the Lion Prides. The Isthmus itself was well known for an inhospitable landscape that was covered in all manner of razor sharp rocks.
Nekhar itself rested in both an arid and sub-tropical climate. The center portion of the entire land mass was dominated by the Red Savanna, a nigh endless expanse of sand and gravel. This served as another natural barrier between the eastern and western portions of the continent.
To the west was a massive series of mountains, perhaps the tallest in the known world. These mountains further guarded the more primitive Atlawas of Tall Plains from outside threats. This western coastline was once again visited by Spyro during his conflicts with Cynder, this time retrieving his ice mentor Cyril from her clutches.
The Atlawas were stubborn and content to ignore and be ignored by the rest of the world, the rebirth doing nothing but further fostering this mentality, as they had became even more reclusive in the ten years since.
The eastern side of the continent was the territory of the Lion Prides. The Oasis of Nekhar served as the natural symbol to represent their holdings. Beyond that, one would have to be a distinguished guest of King Raja and Queen Kara. Needless to say, relationships with them had been slow going.
Lions took great pride in their fighting skills and knowledge, but this could make them extremely difficult to work with thanks to their stubborn streak. However, the influx of rich silks and spices into their marketplaces had a way of making up for it.
It was growing quite apparent that some manner of rift was also taking place within the Pride. Not more then a year ago, a group of lions split off from their homes in Subira and traveled north. The Sea of Mists guided them to eastern shores of Calebor, where they proceeded to establish their own colony just north of Luminous Swamp, which they dubbed: Zuberi.
They had far more frequent contact with the felines of this new outpost then that of their southern kin. They were quite gruff and serious, far more eager to butt heads rather then come to mutual agreements.
One thing was sure, whatever fracture that had occurred greatly impacted the Pride in Nekhar, as they became much more vigilant and quiet as a result. It had been nearly a year since he last heard from Raja. A representative from the northern colony was dispatched to the Temple in order to seek possible admission into the Alliance, but perhaps their goals were different then that of their Kings'.
The Sea of Mists was another natural barrier, one that separated Calebor and much of the known world from the lands in the far east. A massive continent was present there, but it was an immense mystery and complete enigma to them. It was another reason why seeking relationships with the Wolf Packs was important, as they perhaps had intimate knowledge about this massive shroud which was blinding them.
One drake did make an attempt to explore the region, but he returned in a few short months, his mind splintered and voice constantly warning of the "Forest Blood-thirsters". Needless to say, he was dubbed insane and committed to the depths of Warfangs' Citadel for the remainder of his days.
The coastline of the continent was revealed to them albeit slowly, no exploration party daring to tread the dark shores and savage forests beyond the golden sands. Upon further inspection of the topic within higher sources, the identification of this wild continent was revealed: Eaphux.
Once again, Spyro was the only dragon in recent history to explore small sections of this cursed area, his battle with Cynder once more directing him toward Munitions Forge. This island was once dominated by a massive volcano called Boyzitbig, and was a very critical infrastructure and manufacturing facility for a sub-subterranean species called Manweersmalls.
After the rebirth, the volcano sank into the waters of the gulf, the area surrounding it becoming dormant and lifeless. Very few Manweersmalls were seen after this, but it was logical to conclude that they still remained populous within the confines of Eaphux itself. If they could be drawn out of hiding it was possible they could serve as another valuable asset for his goals.
Another knock, this time much firmer, rang out. The indigo drake snarled softly and sighed before closing the book, lifting himself up and proceeding towards the doorway.
"By the Ancestors! Enter already!" he barked in annoyance, his frame humming in disappointment at being interrupted.
The doorway quickly burst open, revealing a rather disheveled, humored feline. His loin cloth was attached to a thick hide belt, a sturdy leather chest piece gave way at the armpits, allowing his muscular arms to breath. His fur was the color of ash, making him quite distinct from others of his species. A rather weak and uneven looking mane jutted outward from his neck, giving off an unorthodox sentient.
The lion quickly shut the door behind him as if attempting to avoid an unscrupulous fate. His breathing was quite intense, though his eyes and body sang with a humorous glow. A rather improvised looking pouch was pressed against his spine, attached to a thin lace that snaked around his firm upper torso.
Yellow eyes quickly gazed backwards, smirking as he noticed the irked drake. "Hey there Zachy … sorry to burst in so unexpectedly …. again ..."
The drake made no motions before sighing and turning tail, the lion keeping his frame pinned up against the door, listening for any distinct sounds beyond.
"How many times do I have to demand that you never call me that. You know my full name and title, please use it." he responded coldly.
The lion's eyes perked up, snickering as he accepted a notion that he was no longer being pursued. "Well you're no fun," he retorted while brushing off his leather braces and dirtied chest piece, "I was just about to let you know that your security forces are immensely more resourceful then I initially realized. I didn't expect a whore to really care about a few rusty bracelets this badly."
The drake turned his snout again, one of his eyes narrowing as he investigated the shoddy lion. "I'm not the one in charge of security directly, it's your own fault for giving Flame a good excuse to hunt you."
"I must admit he's persistent, but it helps to have connections." chuckled the lion gruffly, making his way over to one of the various chairs and collapsing into it, propping his feet upon the stone table.
"He will catch you eventually, I know that much. Do tell me though, why are you once again parading your extremities around where anyone can see and possibly take advantage of it?" growled the drake while closing the book begrudgingly.
"Look, I know you're a fire spitting reptile and all that, but I'm sure you get the urge to 'relieve' yourself now and then. Unless of course … you prefer them younger?"
"Quiet! While you are in my employ I fully expect you to keep your 'urges' under full control. If you want to visit a brothel outside the city and spread your ill-conceived lineage there then by all means, but not while you're in Warfang, and their will be no more theft as well. The last thing I want to do is give Flame an excuse to shove his snout where it doesn't belong."
The lion just crossed his legs, revealing a small knife from the confines of his brace. "Don't know why you're so stuffy about it. Worse that could happen is I get a chance to mount a new dragon skin. Those always work well as a potential calling card."
The large drake turned, eyes narrowed and chest puffed. "If you so much as scratch a scale on any dragon hide without my permission I can promise that you'll no longer get to experience any of your raunchy pass-times again. You will be lucky if I don't send your head back to Raja."
The lion rolled his cruel eyes and proceeded to file away at his claws with the knife, tossing a small bag on the floor with an audible clink. "Fine fine, but if my back's against the wall you know what I'll do to endure. Either way, so long as I have the good old Citadel here to fall back on I'm not gonna get my fur twisted about it."
The drake sighed again, eyes lurking out towards the Temple on the illuminated horizon. "Do you have anything of note to report Khan, or was this simply a pointless 'social' visit?"
The ash pelted lion raised an eyebrow while inspecting his nails, forehead loosening as he lifted a significant parchment of paper. "Yes, now that you mention it," he answered while lifting himself from the creaking chair, proceeding towards his reluctant employer, "It seems that Crastor has some valuable information for you. I obtained this message just this morning."
The flustered drake gazed upon the roughened parchment for but a moment before snatching it away, quickly proceeding back towards the stone table and rolling it out. Khan remained by the window, arms crossing as he licked his chops crassly.
Cerulean eyes widened some as he inspected the words, blinking before letting his thoughts run away rapidly. "I see … Korryana is it. I must say, I wasn't expecting the Water Dragons to actually send someone this rapidly … this can present complications."
Khan scoffed before moving towards his patron. "I don't see how, they are on the far side of the ocean, I don't think one being here is going to change a damn thing."
The dragon growled again, frustration mounting with his accomplice. "That's because you have no base understanding of politics or rudimentary behavioral patterns. To you it's nothing more then kill now and ask questions later."
The lion only smirked, nodding in both acceptance and delight. "Yeah, well we're all good at something - mine just happens to be a tad more simplistic by nature."
The Ice drake further inspected the scroll, reading up on several other events that had since taken place at the Temple. His sharpened eyes widened again for but split second before contemplating the transcription.
"Spyro was injured."
"You mean that stuffy purple do gooder? I thought he was suppose to be some kind of invincible super dragon or some nonsense …"
"Don't be a fool, no dragon is invincible," retorted the regal drake, frame quickly turning towards the bookshelf once again, "It was apparently some manner of magical combustion. Not even Volteer is certain of what caused it, but that's not the strangest part. No, that would be the new arrival."
"New arrival?" asked Khan with growing impatience.
"Yes, a dragon was discovered in the aftermath. Apparently it has caused quite a stir."
"I bet, I wouldn't want to be him right now, surrounded by all those diligent squabblers who are prattling on about how to put him down."
The drake pulled another aged volume from the shelf, this one titled: Crystal Applications and Geological History. The book was placed safely away in his leather side pouch before his eyes found the lion with growing insistence. "I want you to get in touch with Hamzah as soon as possible. I'm actually rather surprised he hasn't filed a report yet."
"He's too busy grooming himself. News flash: just shows how dull a cub really is."
"Just get it done! The more we can learn about this … Arus … the better prepared we will be for the future. All variables must be accounted for."
Khan watched as the drake slowly started to trot towards an antechamber, his arms still crossed before a heavy knock once again split the air. The drake turned his head quickly from the door to the grimacing lion, snout directing him towards a nearby shuddered window.
"Who is that which comes calling!?" questioned the indigo drake in a delaying action. Khan took advantage of the precious seconds and investigated the window, finding no proper release or manner in which to conceal himself.
"Sub-Guardian Flame sir, we are currently conducting a search for a reported thief and con-artist who escaped from one of the local businesses earlier this morning." came a timely response.
"I see, very well then, I will allow you entry." spoke the Ice drake before motioning towards the other side of the room with his wing. Khan took notice of an open air archway, his strong limbs quickly bounding across various tables and chairs to reach his goal.
The heavy door opened slowly, allowing free entry as the large drake turned back into the chamber's center using his mass to hide the route serving as Khan's escape.
Seconds later an orange drake stepped through the barrier, his scales adorned with a very sturdy set of simplified dragon armor. A helm encrusted with his badge of rank sat upon his brow and already strong chestplates were further bulked by rows of steel linked chainmail.
"Magistrate Zacharah, I hope that I'm not interrupting your studies."
The drake offered up a forced smile and shook his head, claws clicking against the floor as he embraced the apology.
"No need to worry Flame, I know that you're only doing what you think is best. If you didn't work so hard Warfang would be pure chaos on a daily basis."
The orange drake stepped forward, burnt orange eyes clearly investigating the chamber before him, almost pretending the elder drake wasn't even there.
"Yes well, only doing my duty Magistrate. This is not my first incident with this particular individual."
Zacharah frowned, knowing he would possibly have to endure further words with Khan later on. "I see, well I did hear a bit of a ruckus a few minutes ago, but I just attributed that to your Knights doing their job, albeit quite loudly."
Flame's eyes snapped back toward him. If one didn't know any better, they'd think he was the spitting image of a certain purple dragon, but in reality, the two were quite different. Flame's golden chestplates and mohawk matched that of Spyro's closely, along with his horns, but his body style was quite thicker in his lower appendages, not to mention his rather bulky snout which he had thankfully grown into comfortably by this point in life.
"I haven't yet assigned any of the Knights to this portion of the keep Magistrate." he retorted, growing more suspicious as Zacharah mentally berated himself.
The orange drake's tail slowly wavered, the tip of which was adorned with a very pointed arrow shaped blade. Zacharah slowly shifted his body as to remain in front of the archway, but knew that with Flame's astute nature, it wouldn't deter him for long.
Flame was of very solid build, having spent the vast majority of his young adult life training with the likes of Terradon and Spyro. Their was a reason he was placed in charge of the Academy after all.
"I see you've been reading up on our world Magistrate." commented Flame while eyeing the tome on the table, the Ice drake nodding softly while stroking his chin.
"You can never learn enough Flame. It's very critical that we always remain two steps ahead of whatever situation presented us."
The younger drake chuckled before turning his attention to the windows, taking note of a peculiar aroma before gazing out over Warfang.
"I have forgotten how nice the views are up here, I'll have to make a point of visiting more often."
Zacharah hummed to himself before feeling his claws slide softened fabric, one eye turning down to notice Khan's leather pouch still resting on the tiled floor.
"Yes well, that would be a splendid idea. I would greatly enjoy having both you and Ember over for a proper dinner one of these nights. It's been some time since I've caught up with you both." he stated in a controlled manner, sliding his tail around gingerly as to hide the case from view.
Flame gazed back at him and offered a small nod. "She would love that," he spoke before catching sight of the open air arch behind the indigo drake, "She's always one for a night on the town, and being invited by the Magistrate would surely make her month and then-some."
Zacharah inwardly frowned as he took notice of the Flame's stare, his chest lifting slowly as he offered another invented smile. "Yes, well, I would be honored. Tell me Flame, have you heard form the Temple recently?"
The orange drake moved past the larger dragon slowly, eyes still fixed upon the wide open exit as he shuffled along the stone floor. "No, not lately, Ember should be returning soon. She always has stories to tell."
Zacharah felt his scales tingle as the adamant drake made for the balcony, Khan also feeling a small trickle of sweat trace down his neck as he gripped the ledge harder, using one paw to draw his knife, placing the rough edge in his teeth, eager to pounce and draw dragon blood.
Their was no possible escape for him at this point, the only direction available to him being about three hundred feet straight down onto the rooftops far below. He was prepared to do what was necessary.
"I see, well you might find some interest in this letter I received earlier." spoke Zacharah insistently.
Flame continued on his course, now being feet away from the stone ledge. "Oh? I can't imagine it's anything that drasti-"
"Spyro was almost killed by a mysterious new dragon."
Flame stopped in his tracks, orbs sliding back towards Zacharah at such eventful news. "What? Spyro injured? I can't see how that would happen so easily, especially at the Temple."
Khan felt a small sensation of relief pour over his limbs, a soft exhale falling free as he struggled to stay still. Flame moved towards the Magistrate rapidly, eyes falling upon the small scroll he was motioning towards.
Zacharah smirked to himself as the younger drake poured over the words, his mind flabbergasted and taken off guard.
"I … I see, well this could be a big problem."
The Ice drake nodded before stretching his wings, paws shuffling as he kept the pouch constantly out of view. "Indeed, I'm willing to bet that Ember will have much more information then usual. Did you not say she was returning quite soon?"
"Well … yes … within the hour."
"Then I wouldn't waste any time. I'd be eager to hear her report as well. When you meet up with her please come back and brief me. We have much more to learn and so much more to plan!"
Flame only nodded before bowing to the Magistrate, making his way quickly towards the exit. Zacharah hesitated for a moment as the orange drake turned once more to address him. "I will have my Knights make the rounds every hour, please don't let them distract you. If you see anything involving our suspect please let me know."
Zacharah only nodded and offered the young drake a confident smile. "Anything for the security of the Alliance."
Flame saluted in return before exiting out the door and down the hallway, one of the Knights escorting him shutting the heavy door in his wake.
The Magistrate release a heavy groan before his cerulean orbs found the archway, paws kicking away the small pouch which carried numerous stolen treasures.
"Get your meddlesome pelt out here Khan, he's gone."
The lion bounded over the balcony sill quickly, limbs stretching as he gave a soft roar. "That was quite a workout, I thought I'd have to slit his throat there for a minute."
Zacharah just frowned before turning on claw, making his way back to the large window. "Just retrieve your items and get out of my sight. Make sure you're not caught with your pants down again. I can't and won't cover for you when stupidity becomes your dominant trait."
Khan chuckled and retrieved the pouch, investigating several of the items to ensure their condition. "Nobody will really miss them, but anyways, I'll make sure to contact Hamzah and learn more about the whole … well, purple dragon getting plastered thing."
"Good, at least you're useful for something. Now get out, I don't want to see you back here again."
The snickering lion made a bow in jest, being sure to appear over-dramatic before returning to the heavy door, listening for several moments to ensure the coast was clear before making an impromptu exit.
Zacharah let his eyes drift off into the distance once again, the sun bouncing off his indigo hide and black chestscales. The Temple continued to hover in the distance, slowly sinking further down towards the planet as the day elongated.
"Arus … of what use can you be to me?"
"Spyro, it's encouraging to see you looking better. I take it Ember had something to do with it?"
The purple drake rolled his shoulders slowly, already feeling Cynder's jealousy burning beneath the roiled surface. "Well, she certainly helped, but she wasn't the primary reason I could be here today."
Ignitus came to rest on his haunches, currently sitting in the very middle of the oration pavilion. The Guardians each addressed him in turn, Terrador having been the most exuberant.
"I see, well, then to who do we owe the pleasure?" asked the young Chronicler eagerly. Spyro and Cynder both eyed one another before the ebony draken reluctantly responded.
"Korryana actually healed the bulk of his injuries."
Ignitus felt his snout turn up in a soft smile. "Oh? The water dragon yes?"
"Indeed, she has the ability to harness water in such a way that even wounds can be mended. Even potentially fatal ones." spoke Spyro.
Terradon blinked and looked toward Arus. He remembered the other night when the water draken used her abilities to help them force Arus into containment. Needless to say, he wasn't proud of the incident, especially since her abilities were purely born to soothe.
"Water dragons are indeed a very unique evolution of our kind. I'm quite amazed that they have remained as reclusive as they have based upon past Ages, but they have their reasons." replied the cyan toned drake. Spyro couldn't help but shake his head at the sight. He could never get used to Ignitus being anything but red scaled.
Terradon was still at a loss for words. This was something far over his head. Standing before him was Ignitus. The Ignitus. The very drake who had an award named after him. The same drake who was instrumental in the downfall of Malefor and resurrection of the world. The drake who was partly responsible for Spyro's successes.
"And who do we have here? I must say that I've been eager to meet your grandson for quite some time, Terrador."
The umber drake turned his gaze up, clearly surprised at the sudden mention given his scattered thoughts. He found it very difficult to muster words at this point, finding them caught against the lump in his throat.
"Yes, this is Terradon. He is the Master of the Guard for the Alliance and has been instrumental in helping us achieve rapid growth and structure within our ranks." replied the green Earth Guardian.
Ignitus smiled before lowing his snout some, investigating the younger Sub-Guardian closely. "I see, you have a very unique spirit my aspiring drake. You will accomplish great things within the Alliance."
Terradon couldn't help but become further flustered. It was still hard for him to fathom that Ignitus was in some way alive. Arus was slightly behind Terradon, his own mind racing but slowly giving in to a siege of pain.
Ignitus once more found his eyes falling upon Arus, expression becoming far more serious and less warm then before. "Ah yes, the variance."
All the remaining individuals in the room turned their attention towards Arus, Volteer being the first to step forward.
"Variance? To what hypothetical situationmay you be referringtomyold friend?"
Ignitus turned his head with force, eyes falling upon Spyro and the other council members. "Yes, you see, I obviously came here for a reason. I'm very sorry to interrupt the proceedings you initiated, but I'm afraid this matter is more meaningful in every sense of the word."
"What are you getting at Ignitus?" quested Cyril impatiently, the armor on his scales starting to give off an icy aurora.
Ignitus gazed upon the mysterious and imprisoned drake once more before proceeding towards his disheveled frame, eyes never fully leaving his bulk as he inspected him very closely, uncomfortably closely.
Terradon couldn't help but step away slightly, the chain connecting himself to Arus rattling in defiance. Ignitus found himself frowning deeply before placing one claw along the chain link, quickly and easily slicing through the metal with glee and releasing the two drakes from one another.
"I don't believe these are necessary here and now." he spoke quietly as Terradon just nodded in mild shock, still unable to attain his bearings.
"If you have seen what he's capable of doing Ignitus, you may wish you hadn't done that." spoke Crastor quietly, his tone having become much more respectful from beforehand.
Ignitus gazed down at the wind drake, his eyes staying firm before spreading his noble wings. "Crastor, it's been years for us as well, but please don't attempt to confuse the issue. I truly expected better from all of you at this point."
Terrador stepped forward, clearly intending to defend himself. "You don't understand, Ignitus. It's not that we wanted to do this, we had no choice. We know nothing about him."
Cyril and Sampson seemed to nod in agreement while Volteer and Hunter remained stoic. Spyro rested on his haunches, the pain in his wing still bothersome to him. Cynder inspected him closely before stepping forward, her gaze softening before the mighty keeper of time and friend. It was a rare sight indeed when she appeared so vulnerable and welcoming.
"Ignitus, I can't say how glad I am … we are, to see you."
She earned a gentle smile from the noble drake, but his mind remained equal to the task at hand. "And I you Cynder, you've grown into quite the fine dragon, as have all of you, but the point stands. While this Arus has certainly proved to be capable of volatile actions, he's no different then any other dragon in such regard."
Cyril stepped forward again, his wings folding tightly against his flanks. "That may be true but we have no idea of his motives or intentions. He simply exploded out of nowhere and has caused nothing but anarchy since."
Arus could hear their words but wasn't exactly registering them. Terradon eyed him closely, taking note of his weakened condition before slowly proceeding to his side, propping him up firmly.
Ignitus took note of the action and hummed in approval, Spyro doing the same while Terrador came between Ignitus and the Ice Guardian. "We have such limited information about any of this old friend. We but did what was best for the security of everyone here."
The Chronicler blinked before lifting one paw, directing it towards Arus. "This dragon is unique in a very intricate way my companions. While he has shown propensity for great destruction, it is also quite logical to believe he has equal capabilities for harmony. We should know better then to judge so harshly upon events that could be so easily misinterpreted."
Cyril and Crastor both showed disdain at the admonishment, Hunter stepping forward eagerly as they fell back. "This dragon is indeed unique, and while I will not pass any judgment on him for what happened, the fact does remain that he harbors a great power that is clearly in very poor control."
Terrador nodded in agreement while Volteer raised one of his wings. "PleasePleaseIgnitus, Whatisityoumeantby this … variance?"
Ignitus was one of the few who could truly understand Volteer no matter how quickly he spoke, having known the over-energetic drake for over two hundred long years. The others also moved closer, eyes wide and eager to learn more about what their companion harbored.
"Well, when Arus first arrived here, not only did he injure Spyro and Scorch, but I also noticed a ripple in the space time continuum."
Terradon planted his forelimbs harder, finding Arus more difficult to prop then he first gathered. "Space time continuum?"
Ignitus turned towards the umber drake and chuckled softly. "Oh yes, that's right, this is the first time you've been made aware of my presence. Quite the opposite of what we intended, only Guardians of appropriate rank were to be made aware of my … odd duties so I'm sorry for any confusion young drake."
Terrador hummed and stepped forward quietly, his eyes falling upon his grandson. "You see Terradon, while Ignitus was indeed lost to us in the belt of fire during the war with Malefor, his spirit was chosen by a long secretive lineage of dragons known only to us as Chroniclers. Very simply put: dragon reincarnation. Magic we've never seen before and will never truly understand.
Spyro stepped forward this time, coming into the center of the pavilion. "These Chroniclers are chosen at the beginning of each fledgling Age in order to record and pass down all the events of that individual Age within history. It is a duty entrusted to only the most well meaning and noble of our kind. Upon his death, Ignitus was chose to represent this sacred honor for the remainder of our New Age."
Terradon let the words register, even Arus finding himself paying attention by this point as the umber drake collected his thoughts and found his voice. "Well, I can understand such a great honor … but why do you keep his presence hidden from the rest of the Alliance?"
Ignitus sighed quietly to himself, his eyes turning down to the small hourglass like trinket gracing his smooth neck. "It is a question of safety and structure. This is a duty that for many long Ages was never known to any creature outside of those chosen. It was something the rest of the world was never truly meant to be aware of or understand."
Terradon looked down, contemplating the words and deciding that they indeed held great merit. If the aspects of space and time were involved one could be sure that many crazed aspirants would turn towards possibly harnessing it for themselves.
"You understand. Obviously, things unexpectedly changed when Malefor disrupted the very balance of the world and caused the rebirth," stated Spyro quietly, Cynder hovering just behind him, "I journeyed to the White Isles … and underwent many difficult trials before I was considered worthy enough to approach the Chronicler. As such, I was nearly killed making the attempt."
Cynder came to his side, flank lightly rubbing his own before she picked up on his thoughts. "When Gaul was preparing to release Malefor upon the world again, the Chronicler made a desperate gamble to ensure Spyro's survival, thus revealing himself and his true nature."
Arus released a heavy grunt before forcing himself off Terradon's flank, frame slowly limping towards Ignitus, the elder drake observing him intently.
"So … you're saying … I'm from a different … time?" Each word seemed a pained effort on his part - both body and soul.
Ignitus said nothing at first, his eyes only observing the drake in a greater sense of curiosity. The others around them seemed just as taken aback by the question, wondering how such a thing was remotely feasible.
"That is correct by my estimations. When you arrived here two nights ago, the energy was quite similar to that which radiates from a spirit crystal."
"That's right," interjected Spyro, "I could feel it before it happened. I knew it was familiar."
Ignitus curtly nodded before returning his attention to Arus. "You see, this only tells me that somewhere along the stream of time, one was able to somehow harness the capabilities of the crystals in order to project your very essence across the Ages."
Terradon was dumbstruck at such a notion, his paws shuffling as he came up to Arus's flank yet again, gray eyes turning upward to Ignitus. "So he's from the future or something?"
Ignitus tilted his head, eyes closing in a flood of potential scenarios. "I do not know. It could very well be possible that he was sent forward in time as well. The point from which he came is unknown to myself, only that it isn't from this place and time."
The counselors all appeared quite frazzled, the only one once again showing no real signs of shock being Hunter. Arus himself just stood jaw agape, his limbs beginning to shake rapidly as doubt crept in.
"I'm … I'm not from here … a castaway …"
"Nor do you remember anything correct?" continued Ignitus. The shadowy drake only nodded, sapphire eyes not leaving the tiled floor.
"I'm sorry Ignitus but this seems completely nonsensical." retorted Crastor, earning himself a gaze from Terrador and Volteer, Cyril remaining strangely neutral.
The Chronicler turned his head once more, focusing on the elder wind drake with steel like intensity. "I simply believe you're letting your emotions get the better of you, Crastor. I would not have seen fit to interrupt you daily proceedings to simply galvanize you with crack pot theories for simple amusement value. No, I am the keeper of the sands, the tender of the time stream, this is no trivial matter to be decided by false pride."
The stuffy old drake stifled a growl in retort, instead just falling back again as Sampson spoke out. "Well, if he's from a different time then I'd imagine that's why you refer to him as 'variance'?"
Ignitus smiled and nodded softly, claws clicking across the tiles as he gazed out over the now empty amphitheater. "Arus's presence in this time has been acknowledged by the white glass. The moment he arrived the sands were notably altered. I've since explored further into the situation by investigating several past incidents, and the only other time a variance was noticed was in a similar set of circumstances."
"So, is that good or bad?" questioned Cyril firmly, others perking up in interest to the query.
"Well, that completely depends. While my predecessor was quite insistent that a variance must be dealt with as soon as possible in order to maintain the sacred flow of time, I simply do not know if this was meant to happen all along."
"You're not making much sense Ignitus, if he's dangerous to the security of our future should we not deal with him?" implored Terrador with the blunt eagerness of his element.
Arus was still at a loss for words. Here they were deciding his very fate but deep down he was ignoring them entirely. Attempting to come to grips with what once was and what might be was not something he could put off entirely.
"But what happens if we do deal with him? What happens if he is put down and alters everything that comes after us in a way that might be devastating?" replied Volteer in a shockingly controlled manner.
Many of the counselors were starting to devolve into a rambling trove of overly excessive options, something that was most likely quite common if the subject ever involved actual time travel. Arus continued gazing down, his orbs hazed and lost as he attempted to piece everything together. Terradon continued to watch over him silently, wondering just how difficult it was to process such a revelation.
Spyro and Cynder both stood rather stoically, the purple dragon feeling an immense chasm of pity for Arus while the ebony draken proceeded to argue with Cyril about the "objectiveness" of such a decision.
Ignitus observed them all quietly, feeling a great deal of disappointment that they were unable to mutually come to terms with the issue. Granted, it was no easy task, but they should have been preparing themselves for such intense situations by virtue of experience.
"I say he dies" growled Crastor lowly.
"Foolish! He should be preserved and studied further! This is a possible milestone in our understanding of greater sciences!" shouted Volteer in response.
"Every single second that passes he alters our future further …" barked Cyril.
"And yet has hasn't done anything different then any one of us might have in the same situation." retorted Cynder.
"He should be allowed to make his own choices." added Hunter, leaning against one of the stone pedestal half-heartedly.
"Of course, and what happens when he decides to give in to his inner desires and wreak havoc across the countryside?" snarled Terrador.
Spyro remained silent, watching Arus along with Terradon and Ignitus by this point. The frustration was bubbling closer to the surface with each statement, and it wasn't long before the confused drake slammed one of his paws and talons upon the smooth white stones.
"ENOUGH!"
Everyone in the chamber went silent, all eyes turning towards the drake in a sense of disbelief and surprise, Cyril and Volteer even stepping back in some small manner of fear.
"What? What did you just say to us? How dare you!" growled Crastor before being silenced by Ignitus with a wave of his wing knuckle.
"He has earned the right to defend himself."
The shattered drake slowly moved into the center of the squabble, sapphire orbs burning with a new found aura as the air became quiet and thick.
"When I first came here, the only thing I truly remember was a rush of raw energy and the threat of execution," his eyes turned upon Spyro, "I have lived with the great regret of injuring someone I know nothing about, and while I can say that it's something I'm clearly capable of doing - as a certain other lizard found out - I know myself better then any of you ever will."
The purple dragon blinked and let the words sink in, most everyone else being content to do the same at this point, though Crastor clearly had venomous retorts on the tip of his tongue.
Arus continued, "I may have no memory of where I came from, what I did when I was there, or why the hell I'm here now! But I can tell you one thing: I know that actions will forever speak louder then words, and I will choose to make the choice now that will help spare you all from continuing this incoherent blathering."
Nobody in the chamber moved despite the sharpened insult, Arus slowly turning his neck so that he could view every single one of them in turn. "I don't blame you for doing what you think is best for the sake of your Alliance and your very lives, but at the same time, I merely acted in self defense when it came to the only voluntary action I took part in. Even then, I had no idea what I was truly capable of doing. Hell … I still have no idea what I am!"
The Guardians made obvious gestures of understanding, knowing that a certain red drake within their very ranks was clearly acting as the instigator.
"That doesn't excuse it, but I want you to understand. I never meant any harm upon any of you. All I ever asked for was to learn more about where I am and what I could possibly accomplish. Learn to accept the fact that I am now a dragon with no past and no future. While my words may do nothing to fully divulge the information you may seek, nor make you forgive me, all I ask is that you allow me to decide my own fate. All I ask is that I'm allowed to forge a new life for myself. Please, just let me live or die with that decision."
Ignitus hummed softly while Spyro brushed against Cynder, the ebony draken nodding to his words before the counselors gradually eyed one another in mild mannered surprise.
"Your words ring true Arus, everyone should be in charge of deciding their own fates." spoke Ignitus reassuringly, Hunter and Spyro nodding in clear agreement.
"Yes, I fully admit that we acted out of haste and in fear of what we don't know or understand," spoke Terrador, the Earth Guardian seemingly speaking on behalf of all the counselors at this point, "But as you said, it doesn't excuse what you did and the fact that you have no control over your own abilities. So long as you remain ignorant of their meaning, you are a massive threat to us all."
Arus stood firm, not letting any manner of presence alter his mindset beyond this point. Terradon couldn't help but admire his convictions. This drake had been beaten and sullied for days and yet was still fully capable and willing to sacrifice everything so long as it was by his own merits.
Spyro stepped forward smartly, his frame demanding the attention of the room. "I never blamed you for what happened Arus. As for what little you have done since you've been here, I never once was given the impression that you meant for it to be that way. I will go on record as saying that you are a drake of honor who was a victim of circumstance. I'm sure the Council will willingly accept my testimony in their final decision."
"And mine as well." spoke Cynder firmly, many in the room further surprised by this.
"And mine." added Terradon.
Arus couldn't help but offer them a small smile born from the knowledge that he wasn't completely alone anymore. Ignitus offered up his own manner of good vibrations when he tapped a claw against the smaller drakes dirtied chestplates.
"This is the only thing that will ever truly judge us. Remember that, it will serve you well no matter what Age you call home."
Arus turned his sapphire eyes up to meet this so called Chronicler, feeling an intense atmosphere of soothing pulses wash up against his shores, easing the inner sufferings tenfold.
The counselors broke away from another brief set of discussions, Terrador yet again coming forward to represent the whole body.
"Arus, it is the will of this Council that the sentence of death be commuted. You are not held responsible for the injuries to Spyro and furthermore we will not hold you directly to blame for the incident with Scorch as well. However, the matter of your powers and lack of control stands. We can not in good conscious allow you to remain here while such a potential danger is in play. Therefore, we banish you from the Temple and all Alliance facilities throughout the realms. Your sentence begins at daybreak tomorrow. This Council is now dismissed."
Arus felt a great weight lift from his aching core. Banishment wasn't something one would normally be happy with, but in this case, it was better then the alternative. Terradon softly poked his side with a wing knuckle, causing Arus to hiss in obvious pain.
"Heh, sorry about that, forgot you're still worse for wear. What do you say we have Korryana take a look at you before you go. Can't have you wandering around the wilderness looking like a total wreck."
Arus snickered softly before gazing back up at Ignitus, the powerful drake nodding towards him reassuringly once again. Arus returned the gesture before doing the same with Spyro and Cynder, the pair wearing pleased looks as Terradon aided Arus towards the chambers' exit.
The Guardians came up to Ignitus's side, followed by Spyro and Cynder. "Are you sure this is wise Ignitus. If he's a variance as you said, letting him remain could make everything worse." stated Cyril.
The young Chronicler just half-smiled to himself, eyes brimming with wisdom gazing over his numerous colleagues. "That very well may be my friends, but if I've learned one thing well, it's that we can't force the issue of mending time. No, the more you attempt to fix a 'variance' the more likely things will not go as one truly planned."
His orbs once again trailed after Arus and Terradon, another wry smile on his aged snout. "He may be a variance, but he's here now, and that's all that matters. He very well could change our destinies, but in the grand scheme of the continuum, it was simply meant to be."
Perrath gazed back at Xalanth with wide orbs, Razeth doing the same in a less obvious manner. The graphite dragon was lost deep in thought, the recent events of the past stewing within the immense confines of his mind.
"Legate?"
He opened his eyes, gazing down at Razeth. "What is it Optio?"
"Does this compromise the mission?"
The large drake hummed to himself, his tail slowly wavering back and forth before a sly smirk crept along his snout, causing both drakens to shift curiously.
"Hardly, if anything, this might be a blessing in disguise."
Little were they aware of one of the cameras zooming in on them, investigating the three in detail before returning to a less conspicuous state.
The armored figure gazed at the images for some time, his comm links abuzz with activity before he proceeded to activate one of the numerous computer panels on the Legate's desk. Retrieving several small hacking instruments from his wrist console, he began the delicate operation.
"Agent Silas reporting: data breach in process. Time table sixty seconds …"
A/N: Been a long time since I posted unfortunately, didn't mean for it to go so long but a mixture of several elements delayed my decisions when it came to the story. Either way, I do have plenty to post, just need lots of edits and possible rewrites to make it work in my head. Hoping that the re-release of Spyro really helps boost the section again to get some more folks out and reading, I suppose that was also part of what got me motivated to get working on this story in full once again.
Either way, this chapter was fun in introducing two new characters into the mix, and a very important one at that in Zacharah. Also was fun in describing the shape of the Spyro world and some of the geography I created in my head for the story. Also a nice scene for Flame and of course having Ignitus coming back into the fold a bit at the end. The Chronicler was always something I thought should have been fleshed out way more, I mean, it is Time and Space and all that right? Things are being viewed from multiple angles by this point, so it will be fun to see just what kind of trouble Arus might get himself involved with going forward, or who might cause said troubles for their own gain.
Thanks for any readers who are still around, hope that this story can offer some fun for all who are fans of the series. Keep in mind this is based off the Legend of Spyro canon for the games and not the originals, though some of the original characters will be constantly involved to keep it fun.
Hope to have the next chapter out next month, until then!
Cya!
My Characters: Arus, Terradon, Scorch, Korryana, Razeth, Xalanth, Perrath, Zacharah, Crastor, Khan