Hello everybody who still reads this story, &... MERRY LATE CHRISTMAS! Now, I was originally planning to write this chapter & post it on Christmas, but (1) I got lazy, & (2) I thought "who would want to read this on Christmas? They'll all be opening gifts, spending time with family, & eating 'till they pass out." Anyways... Stuff I own: Plot & OCs; Stuff I DON'T own: Any characters that aren't OCs & the places these characters live in. Now, as always... ON WITH THE STORY!
Jak's POV
"Chief of Arms Torn, I'd like you to meet Meldalvyna," I say while saluting to the older man, a small smile on my face. "Hello Meldalvyna, please, have a seat," he says while turning around, his back having been turned towards us when we first came in the HQ. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Meldalvyna tense once Torn fully turned towards her. "Um... o-okay," she says warily while slowly lowering into the seat offered to her & putting down her hood to show her red-&-blue hair in a braid, her eyes never leaving Torn's face. Torn looks up to me & motions for me to sit down as well with a nod & his eyes. Taking a seat next to Meldalvyna, I look over to her to see an unsure look spread across her face.
"Wait, what's bugging her?" I can't help but think to myself, worry spreading through my own expression. "I don't know, but I can tell she's nervous," Dark says, a tone of concern in his voice as well. "I think her distress may be caused by Torn's Krimzon Guard tattoos," Light suggests, a thoughtful tone in his peaceful yet stern voice. "JAK!" Torn shouts, scaring me out of my conversation with my alters. "What?" I ask, still shaking off the surprise. "You've been staring at Meldalvyna with a freaked out look since you sat down, that's what," Torn replies, no longer shouting, but still slightly annoyed.
"Oh, sorry about that, I was just trying to figure out why Meldalvyna was so tense," I say, telling the truth. Torn quirks an eyebrow & looks to Meldalvyna, who quickly flashes an exaggerated smile. "It's the tattoos, isn't it?" Torn asks her a few seconds later, catching Meldalvyna off guard. "Y-yeah, it was," Meldalvyna replies, a guitly expression on her face, her head tipped downward. "Don't worry about those, I quit the Baron's Guard after... one of the missions he gave me, but that's beside the point, Jak acted the same way when I told him I was once a KG," Torn says while leaning back in his own chair, his arms crossed. "Oh, okay, you just had me worried for a second, but, there is something I should let you know before we begin," Meldalvyna says seriously, a relieved expression on her face.
"What is it?" Torn asks, leaning forward slightly in towards the table. "Well, I told Jak many of my secrets in exchange for his, but, I forgot to mention one very important fact," Meldalvyna continues, an air of business-like conduct about her. Torn nods, telling her to continue, & I can't help but be curious of what she has to say. "My mother, Cynder, is married to my step-father, Spyro, the King of the city Warfang, making my mother the Queen, & me the princess," she finishes, leaning back into her seat. "Wait, you're a princess?!" Torn & I ask, both of us near yelling. "Yes, but do NOT let that deny me a position in the Freedom League, in Warfang everyone, even royalty, train to fight from the age of four until the age of twenty," Meldalvyna replies sternly, closing her eyes to accusing slights near the end, resembling her mother greatly.
"That's sixteen years of training, how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" Torn says, a tone of wonder & curiosity to his gruff voice. "Twenty two, Chief of Arms Torn, but I've continued my fighting career by participating in my city's annual fighting competition every year, which I am the current champion of, besides my mother, who still goes undefeated," Meldalvyna replies respectfully. "Amazing. Is that just out of the female class?" Torn asks, now completely interested. "No, the fighting competitions are all unisex," she replies, a cocky smile spread greatly across her face. Torn's & my eyes widen with surprise at this, neither one of us expecting her expertise to extend that far. "Well, just from that, you're pretty much qualified for a position in the Freedom League, but there are two more things I need to know first," Torn says once the initial shock of what Meldalvyna told us wore off.
"What are these two other things?" Meldalvyna asks while grabbing at the end of her braid, subconciously playing with the hair in her hands. "Well, the first one, can you drive a zoomer?" he replies with a question of his own. "No, besides, I've never really felt the need to use one, since I can fly with my wings, but I'm a fast learner if you would like me to use one anyways," Meldalvyna answers, shifting her huge wings behind her back for emphasis. "I could teach her how to use one if you like, Torn," I throw in, trying to help her situation. "Alright then, the second one, have you ever used a firearm or any other projectile weapon?" Torn asks, looking back to Meldalvyna. "Um, besides my Elements, I've used a crossbow, long bow, & a hunting slingshot, but not any guns," she replies, slightly drawing out her answer.
"I'll teach her how to use a gun as well if you want, Torn," I supply again, still trying to up Meldalvyna's chances of getting into the Freedom League. "Alright Jak, you may teach her how to work both a gun & zoomer, but I must ask you Meldalvyna, what do you mean by Elements?" Torn asks standing again, a curious look spread across his face. "Elements are a dragon's magic abilities. Most dragons have only one, but my step-father, mother, & I have multiple Elements," she answers informatively, a small smile on her face. "What Elements do you have?" Torn asks, curious of her abilities. "Poison, Fear, Wind, & Shadow, Sir, all of which I inherited from my mother of course," Meldalvyna replies, her smile reaching her voice. "What are the other Elements?" he inquires while leaning against his table infront of us, trying to get more information.
"Oh, there are Fire, Electricity, Ice, Earth, Light Fury, & Dark Fury, the last two only my mother & step-father can use, but Spyro can also use all the Elements at once to make a single Element or each Element by itself due to him being the Purple Dragon," Meldalvyna returns, counting off each one as she lists them off. "I wonder what's so important about being a purple dragon," Dark says thougthfully, telepathically voicing my curiosity, Light only just giving a small huff in agreement. "I'm going to have to ask her about that later," I think to myself. "Ah, I see you probably never really needed a weapon because of your abilities. Well, the interview is over," Torn finishes standing up from his leaning position while picking up a small packet of papers from his desk. "Wait, its over? Am I in the Freedom League?" Meldalvyna asks suddenly, leaning forward in her seat in worried anticipation. "You will be as soon as you fill out this job application form packet, & you can start weapon & zoomer training tomorrow," Torn says with a small smile, handing the papers to an extremely happy Meldalvyna, who had stood up in excitement to Torn's happy reply, making me smile at Meldalvyna's pure happiness.
Meldalvyna's POV
"Well, the interview is over," Torn finishes standing up from his leaning position while picking up a small packet of papers from his desk. "Wait, its over? Am I in the Freedom League?" I ask, worrying that I hadn't been hired, instinctually leaning forward slightly in my seat. "You will be as soon as you fill out this job application form packet, & you can start weapon & zoomer training tomorrow," the Chief of Arms says with a small smile, making me extremely happy. I quickly stand up & he hands me the packet of paper in his hands. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Jak smiling happily in his seat while watching my excited demeanor. "Thank you, Chief of Arms Torn, I can't wait to..." I start, looking down to the forms in my hands only to realize I can't read any of it.
"What's wrong, Meldalvyna?" Jak asks worriedly now standing next to me, drawing Torn's attention back to me, who had went back to the papers on his table. "Uhn... I-I can't read any of this form, o-our spoken languages are the same, but the written ones... they're different," I reply sadly, disgraced embarrassment more than likely evident on my face, my arms dropping to my sides like wet ropes. "You can't read this?" Jak asks, his voice a sad tone of curiousity. I nod my head, still upset with myself, for I had been trying to figure out the language since I was little, but I still can't make any sense of it. "Recite your written language's alphabet for us, maybe they're similar enough to match letters," Torn suggests, catching my attention. Slowly, I go through the entire alphabet I grew up learning.
When I finish, I look up to Torn's & Jak's face to see them both smiling, a scent of relief wafting from them. "Well, it seems that the only difference between our written languages are the symbols for the letters, other than that, they're exactly the same. And before I forget, you can call me sir if you like, but I would prefer if you called me Torn more," the Chief of Arms says with a happy tone to his gruff voice. "Are they really the same, sir?" I ask, unable to believe what I was hearing. "Yes, here, write down your alphabet," Torn says, handing me a long strip of paper from his desk & a pen. I write down my alphabet as neatly as I can across the top of the scrap paper & hand it back to Torn, as well as the pen. "Torn, let me see that, I have neater hand-writing than you do," Jak says, snatching the paper & pen away from Torn before he could protest.
With quick, graceful movements, Jak writes down the human alphabet, matching each letter neatly to one from my own kind's alphabet. "Here we are, now that packet shouldn't be too hard, I'll help you with anything you need or don't know about," Jak says once finished, handing me the paper & pen with a smile on his face, Torn nodding in agreement. "Thank you, the both of you," I say while sitting down, setting the packet infront of me, Jak again taking a seat next to me only to watch over my shoulder. Slowly, Jak reads through each question in the packet, while I meticulously fill in each answer with the foriegn alphabet. An hour later, Jak & I finish most of the packet, Torn saying that some of the questions could be answered by a physician, except for one single question, which I knew I came prepared for. "Hey Torn, I've finished the packet to the best of my ability, & there is only one question left I can answer," I say standing up, nearly knocking Jak out of his seat with my suddenness.
"Then why didn't you answer it?" Torn asks, a confused expression alighted across his face. "It's the armor question, & one, I have a tail, horns, & wings, not to mention spikes on my elbows & ankles, & two, I have battle armor with me," I say with a smile, motioning with my hand over to my armor-filled metalhead hide bag. "Can we see it?" Jak asks before Torn could himself, a curious look to his face & an excited scent to him. "Sure, do you have a room I could change in, Torn?" I ask, wanting to put it on to show them. Torn nods & leads me off to the bathroom then leaves me to change into my armor. Quickly, I strip myself of my disguise along with my previous steel clothing, & slip on the black undergarments to my armor, which consisted of a sports-bra like top that covered my shoulders & buttoned just below my wings, short sleeves with slits for my elbow-blades that only covered my elbows, gloves with small holes for my claws, shorts with a hole cut for my tail, leggings that only covered my knees, & socks with the toes & heels cut out.
With all those on, I speedily slip into the silver & gold-accented steel battle armor piece by piece. The first ones I put one are the foot-guards, then the knee & shin-guards, & the upper leg-guards. Next, I put on the jointed stomach & back armor, which stretch from between my legs to the point just below my breasts. Once that was on, I slipped on the tail-guard, which went from the base of my tail to the point where my tail-blade protruded from my skin. Then, I put on my chest armor, which covered the tops of my breasts up to where my chest my shoulders & neck, & followed up with putting on my neck armor that covered all of my neck & had slits for my neck spikes that protruded out of the back of my neck straight from the vertebrae themselves. Finally, I slip on my upper & lower arm-guards, hand-guards, wing-bone guards, & lastly, my helmet.
Packing my previous clothing into my bag, I step out of the bathroom & walk back into the room where Jak & Torn are. When I get there, neither Torn nor Jak notice me & are looking at something on Torn's table. "So Torn, Jak, what do you guys think, scary right?" I say loudly, causing them both to jump. Upon turning around, both their eyes widen with shock as the room fills with the scent of slightly fearful surprise. "Only a little," Jak says with a small laugh & Torn nods in agreement while I take off my helmet to hold it under my arm. "I'll leave the armor & all its little cloth parts here so they can be measured for fitting so I don't have to," I say with another laugh before I leave for the bathroom again to get changed back into my steel clothes & disguise.
Ten minutes later, I return dressed as I had been when I first came into the Freedom League HQ. "Here you go, Torn. Watch out, it's heavy," I lie with a smile on my face, knowing full well the armor was actually extremely light-weight, but still just as durable as normal battle-armor. "You liar, you had me going," he laughs after I drop the bag into his hands. "I know. Also, don't be fooled by its light weight, it's still extremely strong armor," I say in return, walking over to where Jak was standing. "Well, you two better be going, before you two got here, Tess called me & told me that she wanted to meet Meldalvyna, that & I want Meldalvyna to experience a ride on one of the faster zoomers," Torn says while swinging the bag onto the table. Jak & I say our goodbyes, head out the door & take Jak's fast (much to my displeasure at first, which ended up fun near the end) cobalt blue single-person zoomer to a building with a large Daxter with devil horns on the roof holding a pitchfork. "Daxter actually owns this bar, thanks to his fiancée Tess, I bet she can't wait to meet you, & I'm starving, I haven't eaten since I had breakfast this morning," Jak says, leading me towards the building once I stumble off his zoomer.
Author's note: Well YAY, now that this chapter is out of the way, the next one should be a little short chapter with, obviously, Tess & Daxter. I may, MAY, just throw in a few surprise guests to liven things up next chapter, because I have a feeling the one after the next chapter will be the suggestive one (*wink*)! Egh, at least Meldalvyna got her position in the Freedom League! BTW, what I meant by hand-guards was that the back of the hands & top-sides of the fingers were covered by metal plates, the same with the whole wing-bone guards part. Also, sorry for any spelling mistakes in the chapter, it was 11:30 at night when I typed this! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter (I know it was kinda sucky 0.o), & if you have any suggestions or ideas, please, LET. ME. KNOW! Tigre out!
Publisher: -_- I can't really think of anything to say, but I just wanted to put something in here of my own doing... I'm just the publisher my friend Tigre is the writer. Anywho I seriously need something for plot becasue I am running out of ideas for my own stories -_- curse you writers block!