Sorry my last chapter was so short. I ran out of ideas but I was lucky enough to find some for this one. Well, here's chapter four. Please R&R.
Chapter Four
Casille was walking out of the front door of the temple in Warfang, still deep in thought about the black dragon that stuck in her mind. She snapped out of her thoughts and found herself at the front gate that was breached by Malefor's army. Moles were all over the place, carrying materials or rebuilding the damaged and destroyed structures through Warfang. The white dragoness could only stare at these strange little creatures as she had never seen them before yesterday, so when one addressed her she was easily startled.
"Excuse me miss," a nearby mole started with a heavy accent, startling Casille enough to make her jump a little. "Would you take this to Mason please? I have some other things to take care of." He asked, setting down a box about as large as he was. She nodded as the mole pointed Mason out to the dragoness.
She pushed the box along the cobblestone with her muzzle and tapped the head mole on the shoulder with one of her tails.
"Oh thank you. Your friends are up there." He said, pointing one of his paws straight up.
The dragoness got confused and looked up and saw two of her friends from the village. "Chasm! Aeris!" She yelled to get their attention.
Chasm was a dark green, adult dragon with brown underside, three blunt horns, and tailblade in the shape of a spearhead.
Aeris was his mate. She was a slender, grey-blue wind dragoness who practically raised Casille like she was her own, with Chasm as the perfect father figure. Her underside and dual horns were a light blue and she lacked a tailblade.
"Casille!" the wind dragoness cried as she landed beside her foster daughter. Chasm finished lifting up a large stone block for the much smaller moles and joined the two on the ground.
"So… are you…liking Warfang?" the earth dragon said between breaths.
The younger white dragoness nodded. "A lot actually. So are you guys helping rebuild?"
"We figured that since they are letting us live here, the least we could do is help them get the city back on its feet." Aeris said.
The three began talking about what had happened since they arrived to Warfang up until the point where Jet came into play. Casille grew silent as she remembered their flight over the city and how much at home she felt in the black dragon's company.
"Is something wrong?"
Casille snapped out of her thoughts and looked back up to her foster parents. Chasm was still panting from the enormous weight he had carried and Aeris was just looking at her half expectantly.
She began to tell them about Jet and the two began to seem happy that Casille found some dragons so accepting of her… until she told them of the dragon's element.
"A shadow dragon…" Chasm said under his breath, barely even audible.
"Is something wrong with that?" The white dragoness had a quizzical look on her face.
"Well, we don't dislike him…" Aeris started. "But we are a little concerned." She told Casille about a long history of shadow dragons that she gathered from the Warfang library. "…also, shadow dragons are extremely prone to corruption. Malefor was very gifted with the shadow element, as was Cynder, and look what happened to them."
"But Cynder was being controlled; she actually helped the new purple dragon beat Malefor after he saved her from his corruption."
"But she was corrupted to begin with; it could happen to Jet too… We are just worried." The grey-blue dragoness replied. "Just keep an eye on him alright?"
Casille nodded and looked at the ground until she heard wings beating. The three looked up to see a black and navy dragon heading toward a group of cheetahs who were helping rebuild the higher floors of some buildings. "That's him now!" Casille exclaimed, nearly ready to jump up after him.
Her foster parents looked up and saw the black dragon as well as their jaws hung open.
"What's wrong?" Casille asked her foster parents, making their attention come back.
"I-It's nothing." An obvious lie from Chasm.
Casille knew he was lying, but she figured it would be best to leave it alone. She hugged her foster parents before running into the bottom floor of the building Jet flew to.
"A little higher." The pale-furred cheetah ordered. Jet lifted with more power in his hind legs as he helped lift the heavy torch so it could hang from the ceiling. "Alright it's secure."
Jet backed up to see the pale cheetah on the rafters and the torch hanging on them. He dropped back on all fours and watched the big cat jump from wall to wall to get to the floor. "Now we just need a fire dragon to-"
Jet saw where the cheetah was going already. He hovered up beside the torch and breathed a searing stream of shadow fire on the torch, making a black flame ignite. He landed as the cheetahs got to see black fire for the first time apparently.
"A little showy isn't it?" a female voice behind him said.
He turned to see the wingless dragoness with a devious look on her face.
"Casille? How long were you watching?"
"About five seconds or so..." She lied. She actually got to this floor in time to watch the black dragon lift the heavy torch.
"So why are you up here? I mean- it's good to see you but why in the construction site?" the black dragon asked.
"Actually I was talking to my parents and I saw you fly up here, and I felt like talking to you for a bit."
"Your parents? Well I'd like to meet them someti-"
"NO!" the white dragoness cut him off. Loud enough to catch the attention of the cheetahs still at work. Her face lit up with a blush, evident under her pure white scales.
"Um, are you alright?" The white dragoness merely nodded.
"I'm fine, but can I talk with you alone…" she whispered.
The two headed back to the temple and Jet showed Casille to his room.
"I'm sorry but there was just something I had to know. My parents told me about the shadow dragon history and how most shadow dragons are easily corrupted… The thing is, I feel different near you and it makes me want to stay around, but if you got corrupted and turned evil… I just don't know if I would be able to handle it…"
Jet knew it would be tough to answer, but he had to. "Yes. You know how all elements have an enhanced form, like the bond between electricity and lightning? The same bond as fire and light?" The white dragoness nodded in response. "Well the enhanced version of shadow is darkness. Malefor, Cynder, even Spyro and myself; we have all been exposed to it. Malefor had control over it; Cynder was controlled by it, as is Spyro. My case is a little different…"
Jet held out his left paw and dark lightning began to run along his forearm and merging to form an orb of pure darkness above his paw. "I have control over it like Malefor, but it is limited until I can master it…" the dark orb began to fade and the purple lightning on his forearm turned to black flames before disappearing. "When I was training with Cynder yesterday, I must have used too much power at once, but whatever the cause, I accidentally blasted her with dark fire."
The white dragoness remained silent and Jet lifted her head with his paw. "I understand why your parents are cautious about me, but I assure you, I will not let myself be consumed by it."
Almost immediately, Casille's head shot forward and her lips connected with Jet's, but he pulled back after a few seconds. It took a second for her to realize what she had just done and she began apologizing.
"I-I'm really sorry, I don't know what came over me but I… I'm really sorry."
Jet just looked down at his paws in front of him and in a low tone, he said, "You really surprised me,"
Just as Casille was about to apologize again, Jet returned her favor with a kiss of his own. "I said you surprised me, I never said I didn't like it."
"UP HERE FLAME!"
The crimson dragon looked up as his sparring partner took him to the ground by diving on his back.
The two dragons rolled around in a flurry of claws and fangs before Flame threw Spyro across the training circle. There was moment where there was no action, followed by two fire blasts colliding in the dead center of the two.
Spyro then helped his unconscious friend back inside the temple.
"Your two for two now huh Spyro? The legends of purple dragons weren't joking."
"Took you that long to find that out?" the dragons collapsed in the main foyer laughing hard.
"Do you think he will like it?" Cynder asked a certain pink dragoness while showing her a set of bracers.
"Why ask me? He's your mate-to-be isn't he?"
"Well, you have known him a lot longer than me; I figured you would know what he liked. Ever since I met Spyro, it's always been fighting. Whether it was against each other or Malefor, we never really got time to do or talk about anything else."
"Well then give it to him and find out. If it's from you then he will love it."
"I guess you're right. Do you hear something?"
The two dragonesses leaned up against a door they were walking by and heard the guardian's voices.
"Volteer confirmed it, the largest part of Malefor's remaining army are going to attack. It's about three times larger than the one last week…" Cyril said before silence filled the room. Terrador, what are we going to do?" the ice guardian asked.
"There only thing we can do. Let the new generation know Warfang is no longer safe…"
And that's my fourth chapter of my first story. I noticed I have been focusing a lot on the OCs but that is only because Spyro and Cynder had several games where you got to learn about their mannerisms, personality, ect. In chapter five I will be more balanced with the four (maybe six if I put Flame and Ember in more.) main characters.