Chapter 13: Telepathy

Littlefoot was waking up. He didn't know where he was, but the area he was laying in was fairly comfortable. All he wanted to do was stay where he was. Then he realized what had happened before he was knocked out. He stood up, but instead of on the usual four legs, he stood on two legs. He saw a reflective object, and reached for it, and was surprised to see that he could grab things much more easily. He picked up the object, and saw an angled face with black hair and green eyes.

He put the mirror back down, and walked around the cave where he was sleeping. Suddenly, a section of the wall was outlined, then vanished into thin air. Where the wall was standing was Vylon.

"Ah! You're awake. Good. I thought that you might have been asleep a little too long for my taste." He said, walking into the chamber.

"What happened? I was touching that dragon, then I fell asleep, and then I wake up here with a new body." Littlefoot responded.

"You were changed by my spell, remember? When you touched the dragon hatchling, your form was stabilized. You became an elf, if only on the outside."

"But where is the hatchling?"

"In the main chamber. Argana is keeping them entertained. After all, she is their mother. She laid their eggs. Don't worry. They'll be fine. What you should be worrying about is yourself."

Littlefoot decided to not to respond to Vylon. Suddenly, Littlefoot felt an emptiness around him, as though his eyes were blinded by a fog that had suddenly cleared. Littlefoot felt a powerful hunger through the void, but out of fear, he recoiled and hid inside his mind.

"I can sense your thoughts, you know? You just receded into your mind after feeling a hunger. That was just your dragon reaching out for its partner." Vylon explained.

"That was my dragon?" Littlefoot responded.

"Yes. All dragons have telepathic abilities. Just like elves. In fact, you could be having a conversation with me completely by thoughts instead of words."

"How do I do that?"

"Well, you felt a void when your dragon reached for you, right? Enter that void. Don't fear it. You'll soon find many things in what you thought was emptiness."

Littlefoot decided to do just that. He relaxed, and let his mind escape the fortress that it was hidden in. He suddenly felt lights appear, showing where living things were. The only noticeable ones were Argana, the hatchlings, Vylon, and Cera, Petrie, Ducky, and Spike.

While Littlefoot was reaching out toward's Vylon, Spike began to stir. He stood up, and opened his mouth and said, "I can talk."

With this statement, Spike began to talk to Vylon about what happened. Vylon decided to let Spike know what happened by projecting the discussion between him and Littlefoot directly into Spike's mind. With that, Spike projected the thought "Thank you." back to Vylon.

Littlefoot was completely amazed. He had never heard Spike say more than one word at a time, yet here he was, actually having a conversation with an elf that says he will mentor us five. Littlefoot decided to talk to Vylon via thought, and succeeded in speaking with Vylon.

One by one, the rest of the gang stirred, and one by one, Vylon told them via telepathy what he discussed with Littlefoot. Once they were all informed, Cera asked, "Where is the main chamber? What are the names of our dragons?"

"Your dragons know their names. You must wait, though. They aren't old enough to project clear thoughts. As of now, they can only project feelings and urges." Vylon replied. "I should have mentioned this before, but your parents are unaware of my existence. Is this correct?"

The gan responded with a nod. Vylon then responded, "Well then. I guess I should introduce myself. Tell your parents to meet at this place as soon as you can."
"Wait! How will we tell our parents that we are us? We're not our original race anymore." Petrie asked, speaking perfect English.

"I'll make you normal again. Then you let your parents know where to go, and I'll introduce myself." Vylon responded.

With that, Vylon descended into each of the gang's minds, and broke through a barrier that only he felt, and the gang returned to normal with a flash of silver light. When they were back to their normal forms, they left the cave, letting Vylon know they would be back as soon as possible.

As the children arrived at their nests, they told their parents that there was this one thing that they had to see. It took a while, but one by one, they coerced their parents to meet in front of Vylon's cave. As the day progressed, the parents arrived at the cave, but nothing happened once all were there.

Cera's dad asked, "What was here that was so special that I came here?" in his usual attitude.

"I think they meant me." A voice rang out from the top of the wall. The kids looked up to see Vylon standing there. Out of nowhere, he jumped, only to be caught by Argana, who was only about his size. He rode down on her back, dismounting when she landed.

"So, you must be these children's parents. Am I right?" Vylon asked.

A murmur of "yes" came from the group, apparently a little worried that he knew their children. He responded, "I think it would be best if you saw what I want you to know instead of me explaining it all out.

The parents suddenly saw a rush of colors shoot past their eyes, and they were overlooking a huge forest of green. Instead of standing on a cliff, though, they were apparently floating in mid-air.

"This is my home. Du Weldenvarden, the ancient forest of the elves. I am an elf named Vylon, and this is why I know your children." Vylon's voice rang out.

With those words, a scene unfolded beneath the parents. A land of peace seemed to stretch out in all directions, showing prosperity and happiness acrosss the land. People flew upon dragons, protecting the land from harm. Suddenly, the story shifted, showing darkness, despair, and vicious creatures attacking mercilessly.

Vylon's voice rang out again. "As of now, there is a war going on in my homeland. An evil ruler has taken control of the country of Alagaesia, and has destroyed an order known as the Dragon Riders, of which I was one of. As I see it, your children are the key to the downfall or our evil ruler. They are Dragon Riders, and that is why I must train them."

Vylon released the illusion, and the parents stopped seeing what happened in Alagaesia, and returned to the real world. The minute the spell was released, a slight quarrel broke out between Mr. Threehorn and Grandpa Longneck.

"We can't let them learn. It's too dangerous." Topsy said.

"Yes, but would you condemn an entire race to death even though your daughter could save them just because of that?" Grandpa responded.

"Um, excuse me, but I think that I could solve this quarrel much more easily than with logic." Vylon said.

"Oh? How, you elf?" Topsy responded. Vylon remained silent, but he seemed focused on something. Argana then snarled at Mr. Threehorn.

"I wouldn't get Argana angry. She might look small, but this is because she can change her size. A dragon's size is dependent on his/her age, and Argana is an old dragon. She probably could eat you whole, if she wanted to." Vylon responded, enjoying the fearful look on Mr. Threehorn's face. I think that Cera is getting a kick out of this, too, Vylon thought to himself.

"Alright. You can teach her. But she better not be harmed in any way, our you'll have me to deal with." Topsy said, trying to get the last word.

"And if I have to deal with you, Argana will have a nice meal. Please don't make me kill you. It would be all too easy if I weren't so good natured. If you threaten me, though, I might not be so good natured." Vylon replied, knowing that he got the last word.