Authors Note: Yeah, sorry if it took me awhile to make this chapter(School really sucks). However, it's a long one! Enjoy!
Chapter 6
The citizens of the Valley of Avalar walked none too vigorously down the cool, damp underground tunnel to the dragon city of Warfang. Each of them held torches in their paws, lighting up the dark passageway. Everyone was sullen, not glad to be leaving their homeland. Even the chief was hesitant to his own decision; He had delayed the evacuation of the village an extra night, much to the happiness of the village, and they had left in early morning. Leaving was proving to be harder than they had previously thought. They were weary from the constant trek through the tunnel, and had been traveling for many hours.
Prowlus could not help but notice the sadness in the others' eyes. Avalar had never been abandoned by his tribe before, and he was beginning to see its effects on them. He knew he had made the right decision, but at what cost?
Hunter kept ahead of the group, looking for signs of them getting closer to the dragon city. He examined the dust, the temperature of the cave, the moisture on the walls- it all went into account within his head. Over the silence, an annoyed voice rang out, echoing around the cave.
"Hey, when are we gonna get there? This is taking ages! When are we gonna get there, Hunter?"
Without turning his head, Hunter responded nonchalantly, "When we get there."
He snorted. "How specific. Thank you, Hunter." He replied sarcastically. Prowlus turned his head to face the speaker, already knowing who it was.
"Hold your tongue, Korrow! Hunter is doing all he can to help guide us. There's no need to put stress on him."
The younger cheetah, who was named Korrow, laughed somewhat mockingly. "Guide us? It's a one way tunnel! What need do we have of a guide?"
Prowlus was about to show Korrow a piece of his mind for his disrespect, when Hunter replied back, still not showing any hard feelings toward the young cheetah.
"Well, you are right, this is a one way tunnel. However, there are many factors that indicate we are getting closer. This is why I'm in front of the rest."
Korrow scoffed. "Factors? What factors?"
Hunter gave no hesitation in his reply, almost seeming to expect the question.
"There are many things, such as the temperature of the cave. Have you noticed how it's been getting warmer the further we've progressed? That's because we are getting closer to the city. I noted that about an hour ago. Also, do you feel the draft? It's coming from up ahead, meaning that we are getting closer to the city as well. Of course, there are many other factors," Hunter looked back at Korrow, letting a ghost of a smile creep onto his lips, "but in conclusion, I would say less than an hour before we get there."
Korrow gave an exasperated sigh. "Now you tell me. You didn't have to go through all of that explaining, you know."
Hunter smiled fully, looking back at Korrow once more. "But then you would miss the fun and educational experience if I didn't tell you!" Hunter retorted teasingly. Korrow looked at the ground, trying to hide a smile. Hunter faced his head frontward, still walking ahead of the rest of them.
Prowlus shook his head. He had always admired how well Hunter got along with Korrow. Korrow was, after all, very hard to get along with. His parents had been murdered when he was only a child, and he had suffered a near fatal injury. A deep scar on his side was all that remained of it. Hunter had seen him when he had been scouring the wood of Avalar, and had dressed his wound with the herbs at his side pouch. He had brought him carefully back to the village, and upon seeing the bleeding and suffering child, he and the others gave no hesitation to accepting him into the village. Hunter had taken care of the young cheetah, and had nursed him back to health over a period of time. He had named him Korrow, and had been like a father to him ever since the day he had found him, bleeding in the woods. Korrow was now a juvenile, but Hunter still remained to be the only figure he respected fully. Not even he, Prowlus, could fully get his respect.
The tunnel curved to the left in a wide turn, and Hunter was the first to round it. A period of silence ensued before Hunter's voice echoed around the cave in surprise.
"There's light up ahead! We're almost there!" He exclaimed.
The sound of pawsteps became faster as they heard the news of their arrival. The long journey had taken its toll on everyone's spirits; they only wanted rest after traveling nonstop through the evening and night. Hunter already had exited the cave and was standing with his back turned to the group.
"Welcome, my friends, to the dragon city of Warfang."
The gloom of the tunnel gave way to wide open sky as they stepped into the light. The villagers of Avalar were awestruck by the sheer majesty of Warfang. The tall towers of the city were made golden hewn by the setting sun, with the sky was turned into a shade of yellow into pink, melting into blue. The water of the fountain reflected the rays of the sun onto the marble stones surrounding them, covering them in a pool of liquid gold. All of them, except Hunter, peered at their surroundings, rendered speechless with awe. Never had they seen anything outside of the valley. It was a lot to take in all at once.
None of them, however, expected what happened next.
Hunter's ear twitched. His eyes roved to his left and right. To his shock, he could see two moles at either side of him, with bows and arrow drawn. Hunter slowly raised his hands. Immediately, a score of bowmen appeared out of nowhere, each with an arrow drawn on bowstring. Prowlus and the rest slowly held up their hands. Hunters' eyebrows rose in surprise.
"That was rather unexpected. Quite stealthy. Done very well, I might say so myself."
"Silence!" yelled the mole on the right. "State your business!"
Prowlus almost began to speak, but Hunter intervened.
"Let me take it from here, Chief."
Prowlus paused, and then nodded his head. "Go on."
Hunter nodded his head in response. He turned to face the two moles aiming their arrows at his heart.
"We have traversed the tunnel passage from the Valley of Avalar to get here. We are from the village in the center of the valley. We have only come here to seek shelter and protection from the new evil that has awakened. We come in peace."
The mole peered into Hunter's eyes, trying to see if he spoke truth. The mole slackened the arrow from his bowstring. The others surrounding the cheetahs copied the action. The mole took a few steps toward Hunter.
"I thought as much. I apologize. We are all on extremely high alert because of the revival of the ring of fire. I am sorry."
"Don't be." Hunter replied. "I actually feel better knowing that guards like you are on the patrol. I didn't even know you were there until you were right in front of me."
The mole gave a smile, obviously pleased with the remark. "Yes, well, that is our job, no?"
Prowlus stepped up to face the mole. "Do you know where we could find a place to rest? My tribe is very weary from the long journey here."
The mole looked surprised. "I thought you were the leader." He said, looking at Hunter. Prowlus frowned, and Hunter smiled.
"No, only the guide, captain."
Korrow laughed in the background. The mole spoke again, swelling his chest in pride at being called captain.
"As for lodging, go a little ways straight, then turn right onto another road. Stop at the sign that says "The Marble Inn", and then go inside. Tell the innkeeper Freehold that Captain Borros of fifth patrol sent you. You will stay for free here as our personal guests."
Prowlus was shocked. All he could utter was, "Thank you!" as the others began to walk off to the inn.
"My pleasure to give." Replied the mole as they headed off.
As they walked away from the party of moles, Meadow stepped up to where Hunter was. He looked impressed.
"Well, Hunter, only a couple of minutes and already you've made friends. You seem to be quite the charmer."
"Yes… charming enough to assert himself as chief." Prowlus commented, looking accusingly at Hunter. He shrugged his shoulders.
"That was his assumption, not mine! Besides, what would you have done to get free lodging at an inn, hmm? What would you have told Borros the mole?"
Prowlus opened his mouth to protest, but then he closed it. He sighed.
"I guess I would have told him to stop aiming his arrows at my tribe and, um, let us pass." His voice got quieter as he progressed. Hunter grinned.
"That sounds like something you would do. But just to let you know, that wouldn't have gotten you anywhere in that particular situation. First of all, they would not have considered you to be in the position to give orders. Moles are very stubborn and strong. They either would have shot you, or just ignored you. However, I do know how to get on their good side. They enjoy flattery, but a more subtle, subdued flattery, more honest. I really didn't see them until they were already pointing their arrows at me, so I turned that disadvantage into an advantage for our own purposes."
Meadow shook his head. "Sometimes, I wonder if you'd be a good leader some day."
Hunter scoffed. "Me, a leader? No, no, I could never lead anybody. It's always just been me looking after myself. I could never lead."
Prowlus stayed behind Meadow and Hunter, listening to their conversation in silence.
"Oh really? What about Spyro and Cynder, hm? You led them out of the catacombs. What about Korrow? He thinks of you as a leader. You've taken care of him for many years. And you say you cannot lead? Rubbish!"
Hunter began to mutter, "Well, uh, it's just that, uh…" he trailed off. Meadow smiled thinly.
"That's what I thought."
Prowlus knew firsthand that, despite Hunter's lonely nature, he was a natural born leader, conversationalist, and a warrior. Chief Prowlus sometimes wondered whether he would make a better leader than he, but Hunter denied that he was whenever this conversation had come up. He was a leader; he just didn't want to admit it.
Hunter nodded his head at the sign in front of them. "We're here."
The sign hung above their heads, with a marble arch holding it up. It simply read "The Marble Inn".
Hunter grabbed the doorknob, twisting it to the left. He entered the inn, to see a small group of moles, drinking mead at a table in the middle of the room, which was the inn tavern. They were making a ridiculous amount of noise, slapping their thighs, spilling their drinks, and laughing uproariously.
"Drunkards." Muttered Hunter to himself. Prowlus passed Hunter as they entered the inn. He approached the tavern desk, to find a mole, dressed in a simple garb of a shirt and trousers tending to the bar. Before Prowlus could speak, he welcomed them in.
"Good Evening to ya!? Welcome to the Marble Inn, named after the marble bricks that built the place, not to mention the entire city! Quite clever, eh?"
Prowlus immediately liked the mole because of his jolly demeanor, and could not help but smile at him as he spoke.
"I take it you are Frenold the innkeeper? Captain Borros sent us here. He wishes that we stay here for free. He hopes you will oblige. We have little money."
The mole smiled broadly. "Captain Borros, eh? That old rascal, he sent you here? Well, you must have done something to please that old grouch. I'll be happy to oblige! If you're friends with him, then you're friends with me! Welcome! Although I must say, those folk over there won't give you peace." He said, motioning over to the group of moles seated in the middle of the room. They've been causing trouble here for the past week, drinking ale, getting drunk, and intimidating my customers! Especially that big one on the right. Been trying to pick a fight with someone, so they have! I just wish I could be rid of them! Just stay away from them if you can, all six of them!"
"Don't worry, we'll manage." Hunter replied mysteriously. Frenold looked quizzically at Hunter, and then began again.
"Alright, then! How many rooms do you need for tonight? I would say maybe seven with the number you've brought in here. I'll get those rooms to you as soon as possible. Would any of you care for some ale?"
The group of moles began to laugh again, spilling some of their drink onto the floor in the middle of the room and onto the table. Prowlus shook his head.
"No, thank you. I don't drink."
Frenold sulked. "Don't drink? Well, then, suit yourself. Anything to make ya happy…"
"Actually, I'll have a cup." Hunter stepped forward, holding out a coin. Prowlus looked back at him, surprised. Frenold smiled, grabbing a mug, and holding it to the flagon of ale behind him. He filled it to the brim, and handed it to Hunter.
"Here you go, my fellow! Just stay away from those guys, like I said, they're trouble!"
Korrow saw the innkeeper hand Hunter the drink. He widened his eyes, and then pushed his way up to where Hunter was, walking to the tables. He grabbed his shoulder, and pulled Hunter closer to him. He whispered loudly into at Hunter.
"What are you doing? You don't drink! You said yourself that you were against it!"
Hunter leaned his head forward, keeping his mug held upright as he whispered, "Yes, you're right, I am. But I don't intend on drinking it." He began to walk away again, still clutching his ale. Korrow spoke softly at Hunter as he walked away to a table.
"Then just what are you planning to do?"
Hunter tried to suppress a smile from creeping onto his lips. "Oh, nothing." He said vaguely. Korrow watched as Hunter sat down at the table, his mug still in hand. Oddly, he placed his hood over his head, covering his eyes, making him look rather ominous. Through his peripheral vision, he could see everyone in his tribe turn to look at Hunter. Korrow narrowed his eyes in puzzlement. What was Hunter doing?
One of the moles told another joke, and the rest roared in laughter. Hunter kept perfectly still, only moving to take a sip of his ale. Or at least it appeared to be. Instead, he only lifted the cup to his lips, and kept his mouth closed as the drink rested against his closed mouth. He put the cup back down onto the table, waiting.
The entire tavern was silent, save the drunken moles in the middle. It took them about a minute to realize that Hunter was sitting next to them. One of them, the one Frenold had motioned to earlier, turned to look at Hunter, yelling out drunkenly.
"Oi, it's hood!" the largest one shouted, motioning over to Hunter. He laughed drunkenly. "Heya, hood! You gonna finish that ale?" he motioned over to the cup in his hand. His comrades howled with laughter, equally intoxicated.
Hunter remained silent, and took another fake sip from his cup. The mole smiled dangerously.
"He's not saying anything." He said, getting up from the table. He left his cup onto the table as he approached Hunter, rounding the table which Hunter was sitting at. He wobbled slightly in a drunken shuffle, pointing lazily at Hunter.
"You respond when I ask you…" he trailed off. He gave a hiccup. Hunter looked completely relaxed, but he was as tense as a coiled spring. The mole was growing violent very fast. He truly was a menace.
"Still nothing, hood?" He yelled in a drunken rage. He began to walk toward Hunter. Still he said nothing, only taking false sips from his ale. Korrow looked directly at Hunter as if he had two heads, a look of disbelief on his face. Frenold had told Hunter to stay away from them, and there he was, sitting there while a very large and muscular mole advanced toward him. The innkeeper took a position from behind the bar, ready to spring into action if the cheetah was attacked. He had seen a few roughed up by that particular mole before, and he wondered what on earth the cheetah was doing. He was just sitting there!
The mole towered over Hunter in his seated position, and threw his mug down onto the ground, spilling the contents all over the floor. Hunter stayed seated, taking another fake sip from his mug. The mole yelled out, throwing a powerful right hook to Hunter's jaw, in an angry drunken rage.
"You talk to me when I… Daa!"
Hunter had timed his move perfectly. He threw his left arm up, blocking the blow to his jaw, and grabbed the moles' hand, bending it backward and twisted it. The mole roared in pain, and Hunter, still seated, gave a mighty kick to his jaw, causing him to go limp. He slowly pushed him away with his foot, letting go of his arm. The menacing mole crashed to the floor in an unconscious heap. Hunter got up calmly, pointing almost lazily at the remaining five, who were staring at their fallen companion dumbly.
"Get out of here, and take him out with you." Hunter motioned over to the fallen mole on the floor. They were so drunk, they actually did what Hunter said, and dragged out the bullying drunkard with them as they stumbled out of the inn.
The whole place was in shock. Hunter had moved so swiftly, some had not even seen what he had just done. Korrow stared at Hunter, in disbelief. What a kick!
Frenold approached Hunter, looking at him with a friendly smile, and holding out his hand to Hunter. "Well, with one well placed kick, you've put an end to my troubles! Thank you so much for what you've just done! What is your name? I need to know."
Hunter placed his hood off of his head, and responded with a more casual tone, shaking the friendly innkeeper's hand.
"Hunter. Just Hunter."
Frenold gave him a hearty pat on the back. "Well, Hunter, I'll start with another ale, free of charge!"
Hunter shook his head vigorously. "Oh no, I don't drink either."
Frenold looked at him strangely. "Don't drink? Then why did you buy that ale? You were drinking it!"
"Actually," explained Hunter, "I was only putting it up to my lips. It would look rather out of place if I didn't have something to drink with me, so I bought the drink for that purpose. It would look rather odd if I didn't have a drink with me at the table."
The innkeeper gave him another pat on the back. "Well, that was clever! Waste of a good cup of ale, but clever!"
Prowlus sighed. "Is it alright if we have the keys to our rooms? We are very weary from our long journey here."
Frenold clapped his hands together. "Why, certainly!" He walked over to the bar again, and reached underneath the table. He came out with seven keys. He handed them to Prowlus.
"Here you are! Nice to take a rest from all the action, eh? Enjoy your stay here! The rooms are off to the left, up the stairs."
The exited the room, and ascended the stairs to their beds. They were all exhausted. Every one of them fell into a deep sleep, reflecting on the events of the day through their dreams.
Spyro and Cynder flew over the landscape, the wind whistling past them as the glided over the surface of the earth. The sun was rising, and Spyro hadn't had any nightmares the night before. He felt well rested, and the sun shone to his right side, its rays filling his body with energy. Volteer, Terrador, and Cyril, flew alongside them, surrounding them in a protective ring. They were a little ways off. Cynder gave a long sigh, peering at the ground, which was awakening at the rising sun.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Spyro looked up from the ground, smiling. "It sure is. But not as beautiful as you are."
She smiled, blushing slightly.
Sparx hovered alongside Spyro, keeping at pace with him. He gave a worried expression on his tiny face.
"Dang, that fire keeps getting closer and closer."
Spyro saw the ring of fire, larger than ever. The volcano top was clearly visible, spewing out fire and ash like a fountain. He could not suppress a shiver up his spine. His nightmare was coming back to him: The ring of fire growing, Cynder walking away from him, everything fading into darkness, what did it all mean? Would this all happen too? The fire had returned, so what of the rest?
Spyro shook his head, trying to ignore the thoughts from creeping back into his head. Cynder saw the motion. She looked concerned as she called out to Spyro.
"You okay?"
He nodded his head, trying to put on a tough face against the matter. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Cynder turned her head back, still worried. He hadn't been himself over the last few days. He'd been having nightmares, and ever since the day the ring of fire had returned, he had become… different. He hadn't seemed himself. She was determined to find out why.
She heard Terrador give a shout back to them. She couldn't hear him.
"What?" she called back.
She waited, and then heard Terrador's voice once more. "I said, we're almost there!"
Everyone, not just Spyro and Cynder, but even the guardians were excited. They had flown for two and a half days to get here, and were happy to see that they were finally here. They began their descent to the ground, the green meadow of grass rising expansively beneath them. They landed, keeping their eyes fixed on the sight that lay before them.
Warfang rose above the skyline, its tall marble towers releasing a shade of pink onto the ground below. The rising sun was right above the city, outlining the walls in a shade of dark hue, and the sky flowed from the sun, to a shade of orange, to a very light pink, and finally, to a blue, creating a river of color in the atmosphere. Sparx gave a low whistle.
"Behold, the dragon city of Warfang."
The guardians began to walk toward the gate, and were followed by Spyro and Cynder. Volteer began to speak, motioning his head toward the city.
"Let us make our presence be known here."
They reached the gates. The large wooden doors towered over the dragons, dwarfing them. A small period of silence ensued before Cyril shouted out, his voice echoing over the walls.
"Hello? Are there any chaps there?"
Spyro could faintly hear footsteps on the top wall. A loud voice called down from the walltop.
"What is it… who's… who's there?"
Cynder giggled. They had woken up the guard of the walltop, who had been asleep before Cyril had called out. He peered over the wall, still groggy.
"Who are y- what?" The mole looked startled. He rubbed his eyes, not believing what he saw. He gave a gasp of surprise.
"The dragons… they… the dragons!"
He ran away from the edge of the wall, forgetting his tiredness, and called down below.
"The dragons of old have returned! Open the gate! The dragons have returned to Warfang!"
A long period of silence ensued. They waited for the gates to open. Suddenly, they heard the doors creak. The gates were swinging inward gradually, and the inside of the city was now visible. Spyro could clearly see the inside of the front courtyard, and to his shock, a massive crowd stood in front of them, staring at all five of them with their eyes wide. They instantly began to talk amongst themselves at seeing the dragons. Terrador nodded his head at his companions.
"Follow me. Go in single file."
Terrador took three steps forward, and Spyro, Cynder, Cyril, and Volteer followed. The young purple dragon felt uneasy at so many people staring at him. The moles were mainly focusing their attention on him. He heard his name mentioned numerous times. He tried not to look back at them, and decided to face his head forward, away from the staring eyes. Sparx, however, was eating the attention up.
"Yes, it is I, the mighty Sparx! Gaze upon me!"
Cynder rolled her eyes. "They're not looking at you. I doubt they even know who you are. Give it a rest."
Sparx looked indignant. "Not know who I am? I'm Sparx, savior of the Atlawa!"
"Um… if I recall, that was me." interrupted Spyro.
Sparx sulked. "Oh, hush!"
They continued to walk through the huge crowd that had formed around them. A hornblast sounded, echoing out around the whole city.
"They sure are making a big deal out of us arriving. I wonder why?" thought Cynder aloud.
"Well, the last time we were here, the city was under attack, and by destroying the Golem, we saved the lives of everyone in the city. I guess that's why everyone is making a big deal out of this." replied Spyro.
"I suppose so." She said back to him.
The horns continued to blare as they walked through the center of the crowd, echoing out around the city, blasting their triumphant toll for all to hear.
Hunter's eyes snapped open. A loud, prolonged bass startled him into alertness. He slowly lifted the sheets off of him.
"A horn?"
He slowly got up out of bed, and reached for his bow. He walked over to the rack, and picked up his hooded cloak, and quickly began to put it on him.
Another hornblast pierced the air, rattling the windows slightly. Hunter took his bow and sheathed it on his back. He then proceeded to grab his quiver of arrows, and slung them over his shoulder, just as Korrow, who had been sleeping in the bed next to Hunter's, opened his eyes.
"What's…? What's going on?" he said groggily. Hunter hastily replied, "I'm not sure, but whatever it is, it has to be important."
Yet another hornblast sounded. Korrow rubbed at his eyes, throwing off the covers. He had become instantly alert.
"What is that?" He said worriedly. "What's going on?"
"Like I told you, I don't know." he responded back. "But I'm going to find out. Stay here."
Korrow looked exasperated. He shot Hunter an expression of disappointment.
"Stay here? But I want to come with you!"
"Listen to me, stay here!" Hunter said resolutely. "I need to let Chief Prowlus know about this. I don't want you to get hurt. You stay here, okay?"
Korrow only nodded his head, a dejected look clear on his face. Hunter hurriedly exited the room, and closed the door behind him. The horn sounded once more. Korrow had a determined expression on his face. He was coming whether Hunter wanted him to or not.
Hunter exited the room and entered the hallway, to see many of the cheetahs already out in the hall, chattering softly. They were apparently confused about the horn sounding as well. He saw Chief Prowlus through the rest of the crowd, and fast walked over to where he was. He immediately cut to the chase.
"I'm going to go figure out what's going on. I'll go to the lower city and check it out. Can you stay here and watch the rest of the tribe?" he asked without hesitation.
Prowlus nodded his head. "I'll watch after them. Go and find out what's happening. We will stay here."
Hunter nodded his head, loosening the bow off of his back for an easier draw. "I will."
He turned around, and quickly weaved through the others in the hallway, and descended the stairs.
Korrow slowly and silently opened the door, taking a peek at the hallway. He saw that Hunter was not there. He slowly closed the door and quietly walked down the stairs after him.
Hunter trod down the roads, his feet pounding against the marble bricks. He was booking it down the road, following the steady trickle of residents who were going down the same way he was. The horn resounded again, hastening Hunters steps all the more.
Meanwhile, Korrow tried to stay out of sight behind Hunter, fast walking behind him a good distance, trying not to be seen, or lose sight of Hunter.
Hunter, unaware that Korrow was following him, turned around a corner of a building. The sight that confronted his eyes shocked him.
He saw a massive crowd, taking up the entire square. Hunter looked around them, trying to see if he could find a way through. He couldn't find a route through. Should he turn back?
Korrow saw Hunter stop dead in his tracks. He squinted, looking at Hunter. What was he seeing?
Korrow gave a sharp intake of breath, as Hunter turned his head backward to face his direction. The young cheetah slammed himself up against the building, hiding behind a small tree. He breathed softly, attempting not to be seen.
Miraculously, Hunter had not seen him. Instead, he began to walk in his direction, but hesitated. He turned back away from Korrow, but stopped. He shook his head, and walked away from Korrow's position once more. Hunter rounded the corner, disappearing from Korrow's view. Once he was sure Hunter was no longer there, the young cheetah unglued himself from the wall and hurriedly walked to the edge of the building. He peered around the corner, and gave a gasp of surprise. How was he going to get through that crowd?
He saw Hunter, walking determinedly toward the crowd. Korrow instinctively popped around the corner, and walked out in the open, praying that he wouldn't be seen by Hunter if he were to turn around.
Thankfully, he didn't. Instead, He disappeared into the crowd. Korrow began to run, trying not to lose sight of Hunter. He reached the crowd, and began to squeeze through them to keep up with Hunter.
Hunter slid through the huge crowd, muttering, "Excuse me" constantly. How on earth was he going to get through the crowd? Surely he was mad to have come this far.
Korrow was having just as much trouble getting through, but kept his eyes fixed on the tip of Hunter's bow, which protruded out above the crowd. He was hard pressed not to get lost in the sea of people.
Hunter continued to slide through the mass, feeling like he was only wasting his time. Finally, he stopped, and asked the nearest mole, "Hello sir, um, could you tell me what's going on here?"
He answered him over the gentle roar of the crowd. "Didn't you hear? The dragons have arrived!"
Hunter opened his eyes wide, and blood pumped to his head with adrenaline. He turned his head to the heart of the crowd wildly. Dragons were here?
"Spyro and Cynder?"
Time seemed to stand still for a few brief seconds. He felt his heart rise in his chest, thumping wildly. Hunter's eyes captured a bright flash of mauve, further within the crowd. Immediately, he knew exactly what it was.
Korrow watched as Hunter's bowtip began to move away from him at an extremely fast rate. He found himself pushing through the crowd.
"Out of the way! I need to get through!"
Hunter desperately maneuvered his way through the assembly, in the general direction where he had undoubtedly seen Spyro. Korrow kept up with Hunter as best as he could, but struggled to get through.
Hunter called out, hoping to get a response.
"Spyro! Where are you? Spyro!"
He didn't see the opening in the crowd until he was upon it.
Hunter fell out of the crowd and onto the ground, almost right on top of Spyro.
Authors Note: From now on, you'll be seeing writing like this, not the first two chapters. I took my time on these. Hoped you enjoyed it! Please, review! Let me know what I can improve on for future writing!
P.S. There is going to be a HUGE twist at the end of the story. That is all I am going to say.