Alright, people. Sorry to those who read my stories that it's been so long… Please don't hate me!

Here's chapter 3: Choice

BTW: I'm still looking for a beta, so if you know anyone…

Malafor's POV

So there had been a Chick, and it could already wield fire. Isidra had decieved him! He would set a trap for his son-he would probably be heading to the Temple to join the Elders. He couldn't have that, he needed his powers to conquer the world. Together, the two of them would be able to destroy the Council, and make the world anew. The might of two purple dragons would be immesurable.

He wanted to keep his son away from the ones who had banished him so they couldn't use the Chick against him. The Elders were nearly as merciless as him when it came to power in this long war. "Mason!" Malafor roared, voice shaking the stalactites on the ceiling.

"Y-yes, milord?" A terrified mole entered the huge cave, trembling in fear. "You and my troops will go to the Temple and stop the young dragon that seeks to join them. Set a trap-but bring him back alive." Malafor ordered coldly, and the mole bowed low. "I-it would be an honor to serve you, milord-" He spluttered.

"GO!" Malafor bellowed, throwing the mole out of the room with a twich of his bladed tail. "And be swift, for the punishment if you fail is death!" He howled...

Pyrus's POV

Walking through snow was hard, as Pyrus soon discovered. THe snow often went over his head, and Netherfor was no help at all. He never broke through the snow, for his paws distributed his weight evenly. He trotted along ahead, plumed silver tail wagging in amusement as he listened to Pyrus huffing behind him.

"This is really hard!" Pyrus squeaked, leaping over a bluff and not making it all the way-he landed in the middle of it. "Burn your way through, then. You have fire in your belly." Netherfor barked, pausing to wait for him. With a tiny snarl, Pyrus flew forward, flames cloaking his body as he shot through the snow.

"Good." Netherfor muttered, continuing along. "I can't do this all the way to the Temple!" Pyrus grumbled, jumping to catch up with the wolf. "Can you teach me how to do that? Walk on top of the snow?" Pyrus asked, eyeing the wolf's feet. "I don't believe so, but why not attempt it? Your complaints annoy me." Netherfor sighed, and sat down...

"Balance on your toes and claws! Try to put the least weight on the back of your feet, or the snow will give beneath you!" Netherfor barked as he paced alongside the Chick. "I'm trying!" Pyrus snapped, managing a few steps before sinking into the snow. "That will do for now, I suppose. We must keep moving, or Malafor's forces will find us." Netherfor growled, starting towards the south yet again.

"What do you mean? Who's Malafor?" Pyrus asked, struggling to keep up. "A purple dragon of great evil. He mastered all of the elements, and betrayed the Dragon Council after the Elders taught them all they knew. Some gratitude." Netherfor spat, disdain in his voice. "My mother mentioned him before she was killed." Pyrus murmured.

"Your mother probably hid you when the apes smashed the other eggs. Malafor wants this generation of dragons to be the last, until he conquers the world." Netherfor informed him sadly. "But...if I'm a purple dragon, will I be evil too? Should die before I can hurt more people?" Pyrus asked, saddened.

"Never. You are not born evil-you have to choose to be. Malafor let anger and hate consume him, and he was punished for it. He was exiled because he killed his brother, Gamnel. He went insane in his solitude, and his mind twisted in the worst ways. He blamed the Dragon Council his solitude and his beloved brother's death. He has sworn to distroy all of Dragonkind that dare oppose him in his quest for revenge- to kill all of the Elders and the Dragon Council-and then become High King of the Dragons. Never believe you don't have a choice to do good or evil just because of what those before have done. Fate cannot be determined, and it changes in the blink of an eye. If you choose it, you can be good, evil ,or you can just be." Netherfor rumbled, glancing at the Chick.

"Really?" Pyrus asked, quiet. "Really. Would I waste my breath telling you a lie?" Netherfor barked, rolling an eye. "Thanks." Pyrus chirped, a smile gracing his face.

Well, that's all for now. I'll be updating regularly now that my life is back under control:) See you in Chapter 4!