Hi everyone, Tigre again. When I wrote this chapter, (although crai22 doesn't post each chapter's name) it took me a good five, ten minutes just to figure out the title for this chapter. If you want to know the name of the chapters, just say so in the reviews (since I don't have a account here myself), & I'll put them up in the chapter after whatever one you ask for the titles in. Anyways, I need your help! What I need help with will be at the end, so please let me know what you think! Well, now that that's over, ON WITH THE STORY!
Jak P.O.V.
Beautiful, beautiful silence fills the air, the only disturbance being the sound of the blankets shifting as I twitch half awake. But, alas, the ever growing conscious half of my sleeping mind feeling as if it was forgetting something important. Suddenly, I realize what was wrong & fly out of bed like a bat fresh out of Hell. "Dang it, I'm late! Torn is going to kill me, heck, Daxter might even, I was supposed to pick him up," I mentally yell at myself, waking up both Dark & Light. I quickly slap on my clothes & brush my teeth, not even bothering with my hair, it's too short to do anything with anyhow. I run back into my room, grab my normal gear, & rush out the door.
I jump onto my cobalt blue zoomer & push my precious piece of machinery as fast as it can go in the Freedom League only hover-zone, heading straight for the Naughty Ottsel. When I pull up, I turn off my zoomer, lock it, & leap off all under a second & run straight in the bar, searching the interior for either of the ottsels. I immediately see Tess cleaning the bar, & run up to her. She notices me coming & looks up at me, a curious look scrunching up her already small face. "Hi Jak, what's wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost," she says, worried. "Is... Daxter... here?... I... I was supposed... to pick... him up... to go see... Torn today," I ask between exhausted gasps for air.
"No, he left twenty minutes ago, you know how long it takes for an ottsel to get to the Freedom League HQ from here," she smiles with a knowing grin on her face. "Thanks Tess," I groan appreciatively as I run out the door & back onto my zoomer. I switch back on my zoomer & take off, speeding toward the HQ as fast as possible, not wanting to be any later than I already am. I finally reach the Freedom League HQ & sprint towards the door, punch in the security code, & rush into the familiar conference room. As soon as I enter the room, Daxter & Torn look up from whatever they were looking at to look at me. "Jak, where the Hell have you been? You're ten minutes late, & Daxter & I have been waiting for you to get here so you two could start telling me what the Hell happened yesterday," Torn yells as soon as he sees me. I walk over to the conference table & sit down in the seat next to Daxter opposite of Torn.
"Sorry that I over slept. I didn't finish cleaning the metalhead blood out of my couch until one in the morning, sir," I grind out, trying to control my temper, Dark being grouchy from the sudden awakening earlier. "Well, next time you get soaked in blood, don't get it on your couch. Then maybe you'll get to where you need to be," Torn growls back at me through his teeth, eyes squinted angrily. I look over to Daxter & see he is also scowling at me, his eyes saying 'dude, what gives, you were supposed to pick me up earlier.' Torn then seems to calm down a little bit & sits in his chair. "Never mind that, so, what happened yesterday?" he says, already shrugging of the tiny conflict. As I sit forward & begin to recall what happened to Torn, Daxter hops onto the table & turns on the video camera.
While I told the rather long story, I left out only two parts, those being the part when I asked her if she'd be there again the next day & when she told me her name. After I finished, Daxter showed Torn the picture he had taken of Meldalvyna sniffing the metalhead meat. "So, that's what the creature looks like, you captured her pretty well in that drawing you did of her yesterday, Jak" he says, slightly taken back by what he saw. Torn then gets a curious look in his eyes & looks at me questioningly. "Jak, how'd you know it was female?" he asks, curiosity strung through his rough voice. "Heh, you'll see. It's kind'a hard to not be able to tell with this one," I laugh nervously with a cocky grin splashed across my face.
"What?" he asks, a criticizing & confused look in his eyes. "Dude, just watch the vid & you'll see," Daxter says shoving the video camera into Torn's face. The first image to show up on the screen is Meldalvyna's breast, with my face less than five inches away from it tipped away from the flesh. I look at Daxter, shooting daggers at him with my eyes, to which he just grins & rolls his eyes apologetically. When I look back, Torn is giving me a weird look. "This was when she was pinning us" I say, trying to defend myself from his scrutiny & my own embarrassment.
Torn just shakes his head & continues to watch the video. As he watches the video, I watch the expressions pass by on his face as they go from curious, to surprised, to something like awe-struck, & a few I can't identify. When I hear Meldalvyna yell at me to get out of the way, Torns eyes widen in surprised shock & looks at me as if to say 'you forgot to mention she talked more than once.' Torn then looks back to the video, obviously curious to see where the rest of the video would be going. When the part when Meldalvyna de-bodied a metalhead spine (head included), I swore I saw him gag as she started beating the remaining metalheads with her new 'weapon.' After this, his face remained in his usual expression.
When the video finally ended, & he handed the camera back to Daxter, he looked up at me with an expression in his eyes I had never seen before. "Can you tell she was female now?" I ask with my so called 'classic' devious grin plastered on my face. "Yes," Torn growls, his oh-so familiar scowl chizzeled into his face. I chuckle at him, knowing just what he was thinking. "Jak, I have a new mission for you, & it concerns this, she-creature," Torns says, his brows bent downward in thought. When I give him a curious look, he stands up & begins to pace.
"What do you want me to do?" I ask, terrible curiosity setting in my chest. "I want you to bring this creature in, nicely, & I want to see if she'd like a place here in the Freedom League" he says, now leaning against the table, staring at me. "What? First, how am I supposed to get her in the city, second, what if she doesn't want to join, third, why do you want her to join the Freedom League?" I blurt out, surprised by Torn's proposal. "First, I can assign a transport for you two to ride in the back together so she'll remain calm, second, if she doesn't want to she doesn't have to, & third, she would be an excellent asset to the League, her fighting skills are phenomenal," he replies insensitively. "Uh, okay then, I'll try. But she'll need to know why I'm taking her into the city before she even leaves the Mountain Pass, & I'll call you when I need that transport sent out" I say, slightly agreeing with Torn's logic.
As I stand up from my seat, Torn nods in agreement to my terms, knowing trust was involved with this mission. While I head out the door, Daxter hops up on my shoulder as I start up my zoomer. "Where we headed?" he asks while we speed off. I look up quickly at him & say, "Don't you remember? We're almost going to be late to meeting up with Meldalvyna, & I don't want to be chewed out about being late again by someone I just met. I would also like to eat before we get there. " Daxter simply nods, an understanding smile spread across his furry face as he takes out his communicator, probably about to tell Tess what he was doing.
Meldalvyna's POV
The scent of metalhead bacon & seagull eggs waft up from the kitchen, into my room, & tease my sense of smell until I am wide awake. I stand up sturdily, despite how groggy I still was, & walk down stairs & into the kitchen to see Spyro cooking, Sparx munching on his breakfast of butterflies, & my mother slowly munching on her helping of eggs & bacon. "Morning Mel, how'd you sleep?" Sparx asks with his mouth stuffed when I sit down at the table. "Good, you" I reply as Spyro sets my plate of food down in front of me. "Good, thank you, even with all your snoring," he says, a playful grin spread across his tiny face. "Sparx, it's too early to start that right now," Cynder says when she hears me growl in protest.
"Thanks, mom," I say, thankful she stopped Sparx from pestering me. After finishing breakfast, I remember one of the things that had kept me awake the night before. "Hey, mom, can I go into Haven City today? I need to get more paint, I'm almost out," I ask, remembering what she had said the night before. "Like I said last night, only if you have the money for it," Cynder replied. "I know. So, may I?" I repeat, putting a small pleading tone in my voice. "Yes, you may. When do you intend to go?" she says, exasperated.
"Thank you. I plan to go after I'm done getting dressed & brushing my hair & teeth," I say matter-of-factly. Cynder nods approvingly, a soft grunt in place of an okay. I rush upstairs & get dressed, brush my hair & teeth, & go back into my room to grab the final things I need. I grab about forty dollars in this world's currency from my cash jar that I earn by selling metalhead gems carved into miniature sculptures, the black hood I use to cover my face, a pair of human combat boots that go up to my knees (the only ones I have) to cover my ankle blades, & the pair of gloves I use to disguise my hand-paws. I run back down the stairs with everything either under my arm or stuffed in my steel top & head towards the door. "Bye guys, I'll be back before noon," I call out just before I close the door.
Once outside, I put on my gloves & combat boots, then take to the skies towards the Haven City Mountain Pass lock. When I get there, I hover about three stories above where I'm going to land to look for anything that might watch me once I'm down there. Not seeing anything or anyone that could acheive organized ambushes, I silently land & walk up to a shady spot next to the lock, not knowing the security code myself. I then slip on my hood that blends in perfectly with my skin colors, put up the actual hood over my head & horns, letting my upbraided hair wash down my chest in waves of bright red. Just before using my Shadow element that I also inherited from my mother, I wrap my wings around my body like a dress, using my tail to fill in the gaps in my wings at the bottom. After achieving aforementioned disguise, I let the cool, black flames of Shadow envelope my body as I phase down through the soil, travel through the rock & metal under the wall, & back up through the metal on the opposite side in an abandoned alley.
I calmly walk out of the alleyway, & make a right towards the bazaar. As I walk by countless people & under countless more on flying machines the humans called zoomers, only a few people on the ground actually look in my direction, while the ones with zoomers never bother to look down. Once in the bazaar area, I immediately find my favorite stand that has majority of the art supplies I need. "Hi fellow stand owner, been a while, ya want yer usual stuff, or do ya want sum'm else today?" the owner of the stand greets, her unusual accent full of happiness at seeing someone familiar. "Oh, just the usual, paints, pencils, paper, & erasers. I don't think I need anything else," I reply with a smile on my hidden face, the grin apparent in my voice. "Sure thing. Hey, when are ya goin' to tell me yer name, girlie? Tell ya what, I'll give ya a huge discount on everything if ya tell me," she says happily while retrieving my usual brands of what I had asked for.
"Oh...uh, my name's Meldalvyna, but you can call me whatever you like, doesn't matter. And don't bother with the discount, I don't mind paying in full," I reply, slightly surprised she wanted to know my name. "Huh, third person of this world I've ever told my name to, I wonder why she wanted to know my name" I think to myself as the stand owner walks back over to me, all the supplies in a brown paper bag. "Meldalvyna, huh? Intrestin' name, I like it, suits those neat little bits ya sell at yer stand. Mind if I call ya Melly?" she says once she reaches the counter. "Sure, Melly's fine," I reply while she hands me the paper bag. "Thanks, my name's Gertrude, but most folks 'round here call me Gerty," she smiles. "Well, nice to finally know your name, Gerty," I reply with another smile in my voice.
"Nice to know yer's too, Melly. That'll be thirteen bucks flat," she says, another smile curling her slim, middle-aged face. "What, this usually costs thirty seventy-five!" I say, surprised by the sudden & large drop of price. "Like I said, Melly, ya got a huge discount 'cause ya told me yer name." she laughs, hazel eyes sparkling along gleefully with her smile, auburn hair bouncing on her shoulders with each giggle. "Well, thank you for the discount, I guess," I say while handing her the cash, still taken aback by the discount. "Well, until next time, Melly. Who knows, maybe then I can get ya to show me yer face next time," she says, a small smile on her face. "Oh, um... sure, maybe, but if I do, be prepared for a huge surprise to see what's underneath this hood. Bye, Gerty," I call over my shoulder while walking away towards my next destination.
As I walk up to the next stand, I look to see if it has what I need in stock. Sure enough, the stand is stocked with a variety canvases of different sizes, cotton grades, & shapes. Once I get to the stand, the owner smiles at me & shifts his position closer to the canvases. "What can I get you?" the man says through a bushy mustache, his lips completely hidden by the hairs. "Oh, just what I usually get, thank you," I reply, a pleasant tone in my voice. "Sure thing, that'll be nine dollars even," he replies, his hard yet gentle voice ruffling his brown mustache with every breath while handing me the canvases I usually buy from the man.
"Thank you, here you go," I say happily while handing him the nine dollars. Happy to be done shopping I head for the clock stand to see what time it was. Once there near panic envelopes me. "Oh no, it's eleven thirty already! I've got to hurry!" I think to myself, almost screaming it out for the world to hear. I run as fast as my legs can carry me towards the alley I had entered the city through, not caring who saw me. Once in the alleyway, I dive through the ground to the other side using my Shadow element, still not caring if anyone witnessed the feat.
On the other side, I immediately set down the things I bought & strip myself of my disguise, leaving on the gloves & boots. After I finish getting off all of my stuff, I string the paper bag full of art supplies & my hood around my tail, grab my canvases, & take off into the air. I fly as fast as I can, zipping between trees, branches, & anything else in my way. Minutes later, I see our crumbling house & begin to slow down for a bipedal landing. When my feet touch the ground, I sprint to the door & fling it open, causing everyone inside to look up at me. "Are you alright, you still have five minutes until noon," Cynder says with a grin, knowing immediately what had happened. "Yeah ...it was... eleven thirty... when I looked... at the clock stand... woo," I gasp, collapsing onto the old, faded couch. "Well alright then, go eat some lunch, & when your done, go outside & do something," she says, the entertained smile still slapped across her scaled face. A few minutes later, while eating lunch I remember that I'm supposed to meet up with Jak at six o'clock. I scarf down the rest of my lunch, take off the remaining bits of my disguise, drag my shopping & disguise up to my room, & rush back down the stairs & outside to do something until five thirty, which is about when I start heading to my favorite branch.
Author's note: Hi everyone, this was one long chapter, especially that last paragraph there. All the time I was writing this, my little brother kept on asking me if I wanted to play The Legend of Spyro: Dawn of the Dragon with him, pretty ironic, huh? When I wrote this chapter, I still didn't have internet, so I couldn't exactly find any music to keep my head in writing this chapter. Anyways, THE PROBLEM I NEED HELP WITH: What should Meldalvyna's last name be? All I know is that I want Spyro & Cynder to have the same last name (since they're mates, but don't have any kids between them), but I want Meldalvyna to have Cynder's maiden name. If you have any ideas, please leave them in the reviews. Thank you for reading this kinda boring chapter, Tigre out!
crai22: It's nice that you actually managed to get two chapters up this time and I envy you a bit for moving Tigre. Now I have to deal with an annoying kid that won't stop talking about Pokemon even though he is a freshman this year in high school. -_- Anyways I hope you are doing well and know that you already got over 1,000 views so far and... Crash is now trying to eat his own shoes again. When did he even get here?