"Woah, woah! Easy there John!" said Emmet, quickly getting off his horse when he saw the Knight drawing his spear from the horse's saddle, ready to attack the appearance of the black and dark blue armoured Dragon.
"What do you mean? We have to kill it before it kills us!" shouted John, drawing a spear from the other side of the saddle, and got into a defensive positon.
"It's alright!" said Laval, getting off of his horse and quickly standing in front of John, grabbing him by his shield and another point of his spear, trying to stop the Knight from advancing.
"It's…Darsin, right?" asked Wyldstyle, slowly dismounting her horse and taking a few steps forward, one of her hands holding her other arm carefully.
The armour clad, large Dragon slowly looked down at the female ex-Master Builder, and slowly lowered his head so his dark yellow eyes were level with the yellow faces of the figures.
"Correct, Lucy," said Darsin, his voice rather deepy, but not threatening, as the creaking of armour rubbing against amour barely heard over his voice.
"You can talk?" asked Laval, still easily holding back John, who was struggling to get his weapons out of Laval's grip. The Lion Chimaian easily pushed forward a little, easily knocking John over and onto his back; his weapons falling out of his grip as his back hit the ground.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were linked to the Council; couldn't leave them," said Emmet, speaking his thoughts aloud as he slowly approached Darsin, standing level with Wyldstyle.
"I can come and go as I like; as per the Council's orders," said Darsin, before he turned to focus solely on Emmet.
"Brickowski, we must be swift in movement. We must get to the Astor Agency to meet with your friends."
"Wait! The others! T-They're all there, right?!" asked Emmet, his concern for his friends suddenly becoming apparent once more now that he thought about it. His mind had been filled with other stuff recently, forcing the memory that his friends, that he had left at the bottom of the Ocean, at the entrance to Atlantis, probably wondering where the three of them had gotten to.
"They are well, Emmet; given the current circumstances they are in," said Darsin, before his front paws slowly moved forward as he lowered his body so that his front was pressed against the ground.
"Get on…we're running out of time," said Darsin, his tone remaining relatively emotionless, save for the sound of the armour rubbing against armour, littering all over his body.
"You're not seriously trusting that Dragon? Are you?!" asked John, pushing himself to his feet as he turned his back on the dragon-though he did cast a few uneasy looks behind him-as he faced the other three figures.
"I..I kinda dislike the idea of what I'm about to say, but…I'm with John on this one. I mean, this…Dragon's been working with the Council for who knows how long…for all we know, this could be some sort of trick," said Wyldstyle.
Emmet and Laval both turned to look at Wyldstyle when she said this, both raising an eyebrow at her announcement.
Darsin narrowed his eyes slowly at the statement from the young female, and slowly stood up to his full height again. He slowly stood over the Construction Worker and Chimaian; in his next step, he stood over the Knight easily.
When he was in front of Wyldstyle, he slowly shifted so that his stance was sideways, so that he wouldn't crush any of the figures behind him, as he lowered himself down so that he was eye level with the figure that had spoken out.
Lowering himself so that his eyes were level with Wyldstyle's head, his eyes narrowed slightly into dark blue slits as he spoke.
"I have seen figures greater than you fall at lesser evils. The evil that is being released…all but a few have seen not seen its power before. There will be no way for any Realm to stop the Trinity once they are released from their crystal tomb."
"If we are to prevent the destruction of the many Realms, we must stop them before the Crystals and the Wheel are combined…And if that means leaving you to fall into dust, so be it," said Darsin, his voice and eyes showing that he had experienced something close, if not the exact, power that they were currently facing against.
Wyldstyle looked up at Darsin with his hard eyes, before her gaze was turned to her friends and John. They were all wearing similar expression; save for John, who was wearing more of a confused/weary expression.
But Emmet and Laval both wore encouraging expressions, trying to gain help from Wyldstyle.
Though it took a little persuasion, Wyldstyle eventually gave in and sighed a little, asking, "Well…are we going to get on your back or not?"
Darsin slowly nodded, closing his eyes slowly as he lowered his head down, resting his chin against the grass-covered ground, waiting for the ex-Master Builders to get on his back.
Wyldstyle looked over at Emmet, before she gestured to Darsin and said, "Perhaps you should get on first, Emmet…"
Emmet wasn't sure why Wyldstyle had said that, but he thought against saying anything against it, and approached Darsin cautiously.
Once he was sure that the armour covered Dragon wasn't going to get up, Emmet slowly climbed onto the Dragon's back, taking a seat between the gaps of armour plates on his back when he was in the position.
Wyldstyle got on after Emmet; followed by Laval and John-the latter taking a bit of persuasion before he would even go near the Dragon-and they both got on the Dragon's back.
Once the four figures were securely sitting on the Dragon's back, Darsin's eyes suddenly snapped open, revealing them for the dark blue they were.
"Hold on!" said Emmet, quickly grabbing onto the armour in front of him to keep himself steady, as two black shapes slowly started to unfold on either side of the main body.
The large wings spreading out to their full length, Darsin growled lowly as he felt himself feeling the urge to fly again, after so long since his last flight, and suddenly shot up.
"Wooooah!" said Emmet, Wyldstyle, Laval and John in unison, all surprised at the sudden speed of the Dragon, especially considering the size of Darsin, but they didn't have much more time to think about this, as they were flying at high speed.
Out of Middle Zeeland, and into the Astor City.
"He is on the move…" said Anti-Builder slowly, standing up from kneeling down in front of a group of strange engravings in the ground.
In front of him, there was a large dent in the ground that the dark, transparent green Wheel of Oblivion; it slowly pulsed a dark green, the silver symbols on the dark green design standing out more.
Beyond that, there were three small dents in the ground; places where the three Oblivion Crystals would go.
Turning around slowly, Anti-Builder turned to face two figures. One was the black helmet wearing figure with the alien body armour, and the other figure (from what could be seen in the darkness) had long, black hair, flicking slightly in an almost non-existent wind, along with a long black trench coat that went all the way down to his feet.
"You know what to do…" ordered Anti-Builder in a growl.
Both of the figures nodded, a set of dark red, crimson coloured eyes, appearing on the face of the trench coat wearing figure, before the helmet wearing figure lifted a hand up, revealing a dark red, pulsing teleportation device.
With the other figure holding onto the helmet wearing figure, the helmet one tapped the device, and in a flash of dark red, they were gone.