Academy Chronicles: Rise of the Skylanders
Chapter 21: Tracking Them Down
Emboldened by Makoto's words, we made our decision. Not a single life is going to be lost by LOSE's plan. Not on our watch. No matter the odds, we're taking the risk.
So, we headed to the final end of the Cloudbreather Dragon's shrine. There, we found a monochrome sheep-shaped device that kept the Cloudbreather in a hypnotic state of non-stop sleep. We could hear his snores vibrating the floor as we see his head sticking out beyond the shrine cradling on his neck. In addition, we see Mabu and fox-people also asleep, probably the Cloudbreather's real guards.
"Allow me!" I said, leaping up and spawning my sword. With a yell, I slashed through the device, causing it to explode.
Makoto clapped in response. "Thanks, Sayaka! That ought to do it!"
I nodded in response, making my sword disappear again.
After a couple seconds, the sleeping spell began to wear off. More and more of the dragon's worshippers awaken, groggily standing up, rubbing their eyes and examining their surroundings in confusion.
"Is everyone alright?" Spyro asked, stepping forward to assure their safety.
The dragon is then showered with comments ranging from "what happened" to "thank you, Skylander". Meanwhile, Tails ran ahead to examine (and probably salvage) the device's components as me and Sonic loom over the fox.
"Takes one hell of a hypnotic wavelength to knock out a massive dragon the size of a mountain…" Tails commented, looking at a microchip.
"They clearly made that to stall for time." Sonic said before looking ahead. He heard a loud growl ahead as the shine began to shake somewhat.
"What… happened?" Boomed a mighty voice.
The worshippers sighed in simultaneous relief as the Cloudbreather awakens.
"Cloudbreather! You alright?" Spyro asked, walking towards the end of the shrine as the dragon's head turns to face us.
"…Spyro? My, has this been the second time you have saved me?" The Cloudbreather asked with a weak chuckle.
"Unfortunately." Spyro replied with a sympathetic grin.
"And my, my. Are these new Skylanders?"
Makoto looked at the Cloudbreather and chuckled bashfully.
"Well… actually."
"They are." Spyro interrupted. "And we're here to stop Kaos and his goons."
The Cloudbreather sighed.
"I fear it might be too late…"
"What happened anyway?" Madoka asked. "You're the only one who could guide people to anyone, right? How did they make you find someone who could help them end the multiverse?"
The Cloudbreather huffed in regret.
"I honestly didn't know… A Mabu came in with a book and asked me to find Mr. Onk Beakman. I told him where, and the last thing I knew, more Mabu came in with some sort of machine and we all fell asleep."
"Kurokuma. His holograms fooled him…" Kyoko pointed out.
"And now, they're off to do who knows what…" The Cloudbreather muttered.
"We can still stop them!" Makoto declares. "Where are they?"
"I can't locate someone without a possession of theirs…" The Cloudbreather said.
Neptune looked at the pile of broken tech Tails is digging through. Her eyes widened as she ran over to it and grabs out the cracked sheep head.
"Oh! Oh! How about this?!" Neptune asked, hopping in place showing off the ceramic sculpt.
The dragon smiled in response and took a big whiff. Pop Fizz screamed, holding onto the bottles in his bag to ensure they don't fly into his nostrils.
After smelling the head, he chuckled.
"Heh, heh… well thought out, little one. It appears there may be hope after all."
The Cloudbreather then breathed out a cloud from his nose, within the fog, the image of an abandoned factory comes into view.
"This here, is an island in the Arkeyan ruins. Beyond their vaults, hidden in a dark pocket of treacherous clouds lies an abandoned factory. This is where our foes are located." He explained.
Tails looked at the cloud and grinned. "Yeah. The Dreamcast can take it."
Neptune smiled and hopped once again.
"We got our location, fellas! Let's give LOSE the ol' one-two!"
This was it. We found our location, now all we have to do is take the battle to them before it's too late.