Found
When Spark had asked Lefa if she wanted to help him, Angela, Triton, and Strike stowaway on to the ship heading to the Frostfest Mountains, she immediately agreed. She was tired of being treated like a little kid by master Stealth Elf. That's why she wanted to go to the Frostfest Mountains. Though, she wished she could have chosen better stowaway partners. It was hard to sneak around with a dragon hybrid with large metal wings.
Triton had decided to fly outside of the ship on Strike so the rest of them could hide better. While Lefa did think it was a good idea, she decided to ask how he could keep Strike from tiring out.
"We'll just use these special pills Pop Fizz invented," he had replied while showing her the pills. "They allow a person to tire ten times slower than usual with only minor side effects. All we have to do is alternate between going in front and behind the ship so we can take breaks at islands to rest. It's a good thing Angela was able to hack into the ship's computer with the technology in her wings and create a map for us, otherwise this couldn't have worked."
Yes, thought Lefa. Without Angela, we would all be doomed. Except that with Angela we will probably be found, Lefa thought as she silently scolded Angela for banging her wings on the metal wall of the storage area, again.
They had been stowed away on the ship for three days by then, and still Angela would constantly bang her wings on hundreds of the many metal parts of the ship. Which was basically everything. Lefa was quite put up with it. Twice already, they're cover had almost been blown, and it was through sheer luck that they hadn't been completely exposed.
"Can you not fold those wings up or something?" whispered Lefa. "It is getting really annoying with them hitting everything."
"I wish I could," Angela replied. "But the author deems it better for the plot if I didn't have that ability."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Lefa silently screamed.
"It's better just to ignore her," said Spark, trying to get Lefa to calm down. "She never makes sense when she talks like that."
Lefa scowled, but chose not to reply. Spark was right. Nobody understood Lefa. Period. The best thing she could do was keep quiet and hope nobody had heard them speak...
OOOOOOOO
In the hallway outside, two people were listening at the door. One of them was a blue fire sprite dressed in a black body-suit that opened up on the back of her head, and was decorated with metal cuffs, a strangely-shaped belt, and a crown with three spade shaped points. She also wore a black poncho, and a kusari-gama(a pair of hand scythes connected by a chain)with a chain and blades made of blue flames was strapped to her belt.
The other was a dark brown dragoness with golden crystals in place of her wings, mace-shaped tail, stomach scales, spikes, and horns. Her bright, blue eyes flashed with subtle curiosity at the sound of voices inside of the storage bay. Looking up, the dragoness that the fire sprite had already begun walking down the hallway again.
"What are you doing, Infernia?" the dragon asked.
"Going up to report a noise in the storage bay," replied the fire sprite.
"Why?" questioned the dragoness. At this, the fire sprite turned around.
"Because it's the best thing to do, Quartzia," said Infernia.
"No," Quartzia said back. "The best thing to do is to go in there and see what or who's in there ourselves. Besides, what would the Colin say if it turned out to be nothing?"
"The captain would say that we did the right thing of informing him," replied Infernia. "Even if it turned out to be nothing. For all we know, it could just be someone getting a snack."
"You're right, Colin would say that we would be doing the right thing," Quartzia responded, catching Infernia by surprise. "But if it turned out to be something, like stowaways or something, Colin would say that we did great work. Great is better than good, Infernia. It's not rocket science."
Fiera silently groaned after hearing the rest of Quartzia's sentence. "Why can't we just tell the captain about this? It would be so much safer."
"Safer is for beginners," said Quartzia.
"We are beginners. This is our first mission."
"Exactly. And the only reason we're even on this mission is because you're made of fire, and I can make light. To everyone else, you're a walking campfire, and I'm a living flashlight. We need to prove that we're more useful than that. And the only way to do that is by taking matters into our own hands."
"I don't walk. I hover. And can't we do that by alerting the captain to possible stowaways?"
"Yes, but let's take away the 'possible' part first," Quartzia said, nodding toward the doorway.
"Fine," Infernia groaned as she walked over to the door. As she stood in front of the door, she closed her eyes and her face creased in concentration. After a few seconds, the flames in her suit began to move out of the back of her head. A few seconds later, all the flames that made up Fiera's inner body had come out of her body-suit, with two white spots where her eyes would be, while her physical body stood where. Finally, she shrunk and flattened herself, then slid through the crack between the deck and the door.
Inside, Infernia moved along the walls of the storage bay. Sliding around the floors, walls, and ceiling of the room, she soon located three people in the far corner of the room, two of which she knew by name. The one she didn't know was a girl with the green-tinted skin and brown hair, tied into a braid, that was the usual for a forest nymph. She wore a darker green body-suit, a brown sash going from her right shoulder to her left hip that had several throwing knives strapped to it, and brown boots.
One of the other two was Angela, who Infernia knew from the many, many fights Quartzia had with the golden scaled dragon-hybrid. The last one was Spark, who Fiera needed a minute to identify not only because his black scales blended with the shadow of a nearby crate despite the gold of his three horns, claws, spines, chest-plate, and tail-spike, but also because she couldn't believe he was among the stowaways on the ship. From what Infernia knew of the rumors surrounding Spyro's youngest son(which were many), Spark was perhaps the most obedient student of Skylanders Academy that had ever existed, even if he was technically under the apprenticeship of his father full-time nowadays. It was very surprising that Spark would do something like this, something that Infernia would expect out of Spark's older brother Flash, who had been brought along on the mission of finding out what had happened to Spyro's only daughter, Nina.
Suddenly realizing that it didn't matter why he was there, Infernia quickly slid along the ceiling back to the door, thankful for the blue paint-job that made up most of the ship. Once outside the storage room, Infernia quickly shifted her spirit form until she had become the same size as she was before and slid back into her body. As soon as the laast of the flames of Infernia's elemental body had gotten back into her body-suit though, she was immediately interrogated by Quartzia.
"So are there stowaways?" asked Quartzia, to which Fiera nodded. "How many?"
"Three," Infernia told Quartzia, who, despite Infernia trying to keep her voice even, seemed to notice that how nervous she was.
"Anybody we know?" Quartzia asked.
"Yes," Infernia said biting the lip of her outer body.
"Who?" asked Quartzia.
"Weeeeellllllll," said Infernia, drawing out the word. "There's that forest nymph with the ninja outfit, I think she's Stealth Elf's apprentice. What's her name again? Something like Elfa, or Leaf...?"
"Lefa," Quartzia said. "Anyone else?"
"Right that's the one," Infernia said. "There was also Spark."
Quartzia blinked. "I'm sorry, did you say Spark?" inquired Quartzia.
"Yes," Infernia said.
"Like the dragon or..."
"Yes, the dragon."
"You're talking about Spyro's son, right?"
"I don't know any other Spark."
"Spark?" Quartzia said in disbelief.
"Spark." Infernia confirmed, making Crystal stand there for a few seconds until she remembered how many Fiera said there were.
"And the last one?" Quartzia asked.
"You won't like it if I tell you," warned Inferia.
"Who is it?!"
"...Angela..."
Upon speaking this, Quartzia's eyes flared with rage, and she immediately began moving towards the door.
"Wait! What are you doing?!" Infernia exclaimed.
"What else?!" Quartzia yelled. "To show that wingless cyborg who's boss! How dare she come here to ruin this for me?! She is such an attention hog! I'll show her!"
"Um, I think you're more of an attention hog than she is," Infernia said.
"Shut up!" yelled Quartzia. "I'm going in there!"
"Quartzia! No!"
Before Quartzia could open the door(or charge into it, as it were), before Infernia could even stop her, an explosion was heard coming from the main deck. Turning towards the sound, Quartzia and Infernia saw a wall of flames coming down the hall, straight towards them...
OOOOOOOO
Out in the Frostfest Mountains, a single Snow Eagle was sitting on the branch of a tree. It was one of the last of it's species actually, as Snow Eagles were hunted down by cyclopes long ago. This particular member of the rare species was looking up at a nearby ship flying through the skies.
The Snow Eagle hated those machines. They were against nature. Only feathered-wing-talon-birds should glide-wing-fly through the great-blue-white-dome-sky, the white bird thought to itself vehemently. Suddenly, something the Snow Eagle saw heading towards the ship before hit the ship, causing it to explode. Frightened, the bird took off, heading towards the home of someone he knew would know what to do in this situation.
Flying through the mountains, the Snow Eagle finally arrived at a grove of trees that were covered with the snow of the eternal blizzard. He landed on the branch of a large pine, where the figure of a boy writing in a pocket journal was sitting on a tree branch next to the one the Snow Eagle had landed on. Screeching a series of chirps at him, the boy sat up.
"What is this about a sky-glide-ship?" the figure asked while continuing to write in the small notebook, his head turned away from the bird. The Snow Eagle responded with another series of chirps.
"I see-hear," the boy said, closing the book and turning to the Snow Eagle. The boy's eyes, in contrast to the shadow that covered the rest of his body, glowed with a strange light that came from the magical winds swirling within them. "Show me."
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A/N
Wow, I think that this is my longest chapter yet. It's quite impressive if I say so myself. I bet nobody can guess who Quartzia and Infernia's parents are. Wait, nevermind. You probably can tell pretty quickly. I think I gave enough away for people to guess pretty easily.
Anyway, I know that these past few chapters have been really slow, but I promise you that the action will pick up next chapter. Just bare with me here.
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