~Chapter 2: A New Enemy~

(A/N: Place in mind what trolls look like: a humanoid body structure, but anywhere from five to eight feet tall with teal-colored leathery skin, long and bent pointy ears, a very long tongue, and commonly armed with a matchlock pistol and/or a bone spear.)

Helix woke two or so hours after the sun. He found Venus's arms wrapped tightly around him and her head atop of his neck.

"Sister," he groaned, pushing her away gently, "as much as I appreciate your love and warmth, we have to go to Avalar." He stretched his arms, and rose slowly to his feet. Venus followed his lead, unfolding her wings and reaching them out to the sky overhead. Helix angled his head backwards in an attempt to smoothen the kink in his neck and noticed Jeenie biting at her vaginal plate franticly.

"Sis, are you alright?" he questioned, concerned.

"Yeah Helix," she replied, straightening her back and smiling weakly at her brother. "It just stings and itches uncontrollably."

Helix smiled at her in return, vying to comfort his sister.

"Yeah, well wait until you have to shove life out of 'll be begging someone to shoot you," Venus teased, causing his brother to chuckle foolishly.

Jeenie widened her eyes, rubbing her swollen stomach with her hands. Her voice was smothered in joy. "Hey,Helix, Venus,come over here. I can feel the babies kick. Come here and see if you can hear anything," she commanded them.

The two obeyed, Venus pressed his head to her first, with Helix following. As soon as he did this, the younglings began to kick rapidly. Jeenie announced this happily, bouncing slightly on her feet.

"Holy crap,Helix, they must like you," she said, to her brother when he straightened.

"Or maybe they're just scared shitless of you," suggested Venus.

"How the hell can they feel my presence?" he questioned, staring confusedly at his sister's abdomen.

Jeenie shrugged. "They can probably sense your brain signals or something."

"Holy crap," giggled Venus. "What if they learnedsome of your jokes when you did that? They would come out telling them, and you'd have to give them weird stage names, like Vladimir and Sucmeov."

Helix and Jeenie broke out into uncontrollable laughter. When Helix finally regained control of himself, he stomped his foot on the earth. "Come on, sisters, we have to go to Avalar and I will not be out-staged by my young, horny sister Venus!"

They set off on the ground, searching for a treeless space where they could take off from the ground and into the sky. Jeenie was advancing at a very brisk pace, well ahead of her siblings. Helix caught up with her, urging her to slow.

"Wait, sis, I have some questions," he began, turning to face her.

Jeenie kept her own eyes focused on the path ahead. She took a deep breath, persuading herself that her brother would leave her alone soon enough.

Helix continued, unaware. "Number one: why did you come all the way from Avalar just to see my show in Warfang when you knew how risky that was? Number two: what is this thing you want to show me in Avalar? Numberthree: where is that ridiculing wyvern husband of yours, and does he even know the danger you put his kids in?"

Jeenie sighed audibly. "Helix, what I'm going to show you is…ugh, how do I explain this?" she paused, forming the words in her mind. "There's a reason for everything. A reason for why you are the way you are, a reason for the stripes and stars on each of our bodies." Helix opened her mouth to speak, but she cut him off with a shake of her head.

"And my husband was assigned to the defend Avalar by the guardians, because…" she began to choke, tears forming in her eyes.

Helix's eyes widened. He leaned in towards his sister's face. "Sis, don't cry. It's okay, alright? Don't cry…," he begged awkwardly.

She stopped in her tracks. Her brother wrapped his wings around her, whispering words of swallowed hard, tears streaming from her eyes. "Helix…there's an entire world of trolls trying to invade." She choked over her words. "At first I was excited to be a mother, but now, with war afoot, the possibility of Denji…I don't want anything to happen to him. I don't want my children growing up without a father."

Helix smiled pitifully. The thought of trolls invading terrified him to his very core. "Bah, trolls," he replied, his voice lined with weak optimism. "I used to fry and eat apes and demons. Trolls are just two-legged animals. I could take on twenty of 'em and come out untouched, and that idiot husband of yours could do the same with fifty." He placed a hand on her back and proceeded to rub, relaxing her muscles. "Sis, you'll make a wonderful mother, and you have me, Venus, and the guardians. Those trolls are no matchfor that husband of yours, the cheetah warriors, and the mole archers."

Jeenie's tears lessened and her voice softened to a delicate tone. She kissed him tenderly on the snout. "Do you think so?" she questioned calmly. "I've seen the damage the troll airships can do. The cheetah colony was almost entirely destroyed by them. The ships are impervious to almost all types of attack."

"It will be alright," he whispered to her softly, staring into her eyes. "I will join the defense force if you need me to, if only to assure you that nothing bad will come out of this war. I have experience with apes and demons, and trolls are no different. Okay?" he lifted her chin with one of his hands. "You don't need to worry."

Jeenie blinked, staring into his comforting eyes. "Okay," she breathed.

He smiled in return. "Let's go, Jeenie, we have to get to Avalar to kick some troll ass, right?"

Cynder and Spyro were lying in their bed, the Purple Dragon snoozing in their own reproductive , however, could not sleep because she could not bear the smell of their afterglow. Rising quietly from the bed and gliding out of the room, she headed to the bar on the bottom floor. The bar was empty, save for a plump mole cleaning shot glasses behind the bar and a tall cloaked figure sipping from a foaming mug in a corner, holding a smoking pipe in his other hand. She walked up to the bar and sat herself on one of the old wooden stools.

"Late night, huh?" the mole greeted her with a nod and a small smile.

She chuckled slightly. "Uh-huh, and I like to think that a bucket full of rum will help me sleep."

The mole nodded, obliging. He pushed the now-full bucket across the wooden bar towards her. "I sometimes find it hard to believe how well dragons can hold their liquor." Cynder thanked him for the drink and began to lap it up with her tongue. However, she was quickly unsettled as though a pair of eyes were digging through her skull. She looked up at the barkeep timidly. His eyes were open wide, and his eyes were frozen in their position around a dirty shot glass. Please, please don't let him recognize me.

"By the gods!" he gasped. "You're Cynder? The Black Dragon?"

She turned to face her drink. "I'm not like that anymore…," she whispered too softly for him to hear. He continued unaffected by her discomfort.

"I loved what you did to Helix o'Van Sea on stage.I mean, when you called him a queer, I burst out into such uncontrollable laughter I had to leave! But I did come back, I didn't want to miss a minute of you on stage with him."The barkeep tossed his head back and laughed, recalling that glorious moment for him.

Cynder blushed, raising a paw to her cheek. "Well, he was throwing jokes about my horrible past, so I decided to try and embarrass him on the stage."

"And you sure succeeded, girl! And don't worry about the rum, it's on the house."

She turned up to him, smiling. "Thank you so much."

He shrugged. "Don't worry about it; a bucketful of rum is well worth a night full of laughter."

Cynder flashed him another smile before she turned back to the rum and continued to drink. Cynder was almost finished with her drink when the barkeep became curious and began interrogating her. "So, what is a queen like you drinking rum...," he shook his head, correcting himself, "I mean former queen—"

The damage had already been done. She then slammed her hands against the bar, causing the mole to squeal and jump a few inches into the air. "I was never a queen, I was forced to serve under Malefor. It wasn't my decision. I'm grateful to Spyro for freeing me, I wanted no part in Malefor's plot, and I still don't."

The mole bowed. "I'm sorry, ma'am. It was improper and stupid of me." With that, he turned and wobbled into the kitchen behind him, shutting the door as he entered.

Cynder finished her drink and hopped off the stool. Just as she was about to head back up the stairs, she angled her head backwards and saw that the figure was standing, facing her. He lifted one of his hands and pulled down the hood covering his face.

"Oh my gods, you're the cheetah from the comedy hall," Cynder said, shocked. "I never expected to see you here."

"My name is Hermes," he introduced himself with a slight nod of the head. "I was sent by Hunter to find you."

Cynder blinked. "Hunter? Why? What does he need?"

"There a massive army of trolls invading Avalar, and you the Purple Dragon, Spyro, are needed to assist in the defense of Avalar against the trolls by order of Volteer, the leader of the Guardians." he said.

Cynder's eyes widened. "Come with me, we need to wake Spyro." She and Hermes hurried up the stairs to roomsixty-nine. She burst open the door and shook him violently from his up, Spyro, we have to go to Avalar."

He opened his eyes. "Cynder, it's not even dawn," he complained. His eyes the drifted to Hermes, and we sat himself up. "Who's this?"

"This is Hermes, a friend of Hunter's," she introduced the cheetah, who gave a low bow. "He says he was sent by Hunter to get us, we are ordered to participate in the defense force of the Guardians," she said in a single breath.

"You've got to be kidding me,Cyn," he replied incredulously.

She shook her head. "Nope, Volteer's leading the defense force and he needs you and me to help."

"Who's attacking?" he asked, turning to the cheetah.

"Trolls," Hermes informed him.

"Let's go," he said, leaping from the bed. "I'm not going to let those trolls hurt anyone."

Hermes led them swiftly from the city walls and into the forests surrounding the steep mountains. They were forced to walk because neither was large enough to carry the cheetah on their backs and they needed him to guide them through the shortcut to Avalar. The sun had risen two or so hours ago, and still had a rather long way to they strode, voices and sobs reached their ears. Cynder caught sight of several figures ahead, and, upon further scrutiny, recognized them as dragons.

"Hey," she began, drawing Spyro's attention. "Is that Helix O' Van Sea and his sisters?"

Spyro narrowed his own eyes, and nodded. "Yeah," he then turned to face her. "Do you think they're going to Avalar?"

"Most likely," Hermes replied. "We should ask them to join us. Trolls could attack at any time, and we cannot be too prepared."

"Do you think he will let us tag along? I mean, he is a comedy legend," Spyro questioned.

Cynder swatted him playfully with her tail. "Of course he will, news of the trolls has probably spread throughout Warfang, and famous or not he's still a dragon trying to protect his species. He's walking on a path through the woods with his sisters when he should be in Warfang, hiding with the civilians."

The two were now close enough to make them out perfectly, confirming that they were, in fact, Helix and his sisters. Helix had his wings wrapped around his pregnant sister, while the younger sat several feet behind them, staring up at the sky.

Helix unwrapped his wings, stood up straight, his head held high, and shouted, "come, sisters! Let's head for Avalar."

Cynder leaped slightly ahead. "Helix!" she shouted. The large dragon turned his head to face her. "Are you going to Avalar?"

"Ah,Cynder," he greeted her, grinning foolishly, "the former queen of Congar. I can smell sex on you, nice surgery lube and thick cum."

Her face reddened. "This isn't the time…," she managed to say quietly.

Spyro took her place. "Helix, are you heading to Avalar? We were hoping we could accompany you and your sisters there."

He nodded. "Yes, and you can come with us."

"Do you know about the Troll invasion?"

"Yes," Helix responded. "Believe it or not, I just found out about it a few minutes ago. Were you two assigned to the defense force?"

"Yes, by order of Volteer and the Guardians," Cynder said, regaining her typically kindness. She pointed to Hermes with a claw. "This is Hermes, he's escorting us to Avalar."

For a few minutes they debated over how they would reach the city. When they had decided, Spyro and Cynder were the first to take off, followed Helix, who was carrying Hermes on his back, with his sisters bringing up the rear.

In the troll stronghold in Veldin Marsh:

The Troll queen Enola Carmeleon was seated on her lavish throne, expecting her loyal frontline commando Colonel Shigi Hasethsmalvena.

Her handmaiden emerged from a side door. She curtsied and said, "Your Majesty, your loyal colonel is here."

"Good," the queen replied. "Tell the guards to let him in."

The maid nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty." She scurried off through the side door. A few moments later, the massive main doors slowly creaked open, and said colonel strode in proudly, his long camouflage cloak floating behind him. It seemed to have acquired several more tears since she had last seen it. Beneath the cloak, he was wearing steel chainmail, and his head was protected by a black helmet and red goggles. His ears poked out of the helmet's holes. The queen's eyes drifted to the two often-used pistols around his belt.

"Ah, colonel," she greeted him, smiling. "Please, have a seat." She motioned towards one of the many pure-white couches in her throne room.

The cloaked colonel nodded and settled himself on the couch. "Your Majesty," he began, wasting no time, "the cheetahs in the swamp are almost finished. I have set up base there and mobilized more ,Avalar will be ours."

"Excellent. I have more zeppelins for you to use in your campaign against the dragons. My generosity is limitless, for you are my frontline commando," she said slowly, her voice smooth like honey, "we are the arm of the gods, and you are the dagger." The queen reached out her hands to the table, and she herself poured to glasses of liquor. Handing one to the colonel, the raised her own and said, "to the extinction of the dragons."

They clanked their crystalline glasses together and sipped.

"First, you must attack the dragon temple in Avalar," the queen began, placing her glass back on the table. "Meanwhile, I will send my zeppelins to torch the cheetah settlement. Soon enough, the dragons and cheetahs will be dead." She said all of this with a malicious smile.

Shigi faked a smile. However, in his drink, a confused face reflected back at are we invading those whom we were at peace with for centuries? "Thank you,Your Majesty," he said to her. "But I must prepare my zeppelin and my troops for battle. I will send in my grunts and I will command the battle personally in the third wave."

The queen narrowed her eyes. "Fine, you are dismissed." Shigi stood, bowed, and headed out of the throne room. He crossed the base and made his way to the top of the stronghold, where he boarded his 30-meter zeppelin, which was powered by two steam engines and held up by cheetah-skin props. He ordered his crew, directing them to prepare for takeoff.

Within a few minutes, the zeppelin took off and headed for Avalar. Two smaller zeppelins, carrying only troops, headed into the air a few minutes later, following the first ship.

Cynder: The only bad thing is, when you're flying with the greatest comedian in the dragon realms, we have to put up with Helix's jokes on the way. And you'll see how crude they are.

Venus: Yeah, I'm not listening to a single thing he says. All my brain blood is in my pussy. The only thing I'm thinking of is the next time I'm gonna get laid.

Jeenie: I just wish the little life I have inside of me would get its damn foot out of my rib cage!Oww!

Chapter 3 Coming Soon