spyropik: Welcome back! If you don't remember, the gang meets Chill, a little blue prankster dragon, and he is about to tell his tale. On with the chapter!
Chapter 7, Part 2: The Brothers Three
Chill yawned. "It's a long story."
"No, please tell us!" Spyro pleaded.
Chill flicked his tail. "Okay. I was born in Warfang, living with my parents, before my mother was kidnapped and my father volunteered to fight in the war. It was exciting living in Warfang. My mom was a ice dragon, and my father was a fire dragon. After they left, they wanted all of their children to go to a fancy resort..."
Flame paused the story. "That sounds like my father!"
Chill snarled. "NO INTERRUPTIONS!"
Flame shrank back. "Sorry..."
"Anyways, we all went there. I don't remember my father clearly, as I was merely a hatchling back then, and the only thing most of us remember is his name. He also noted that one of his children didn't make it back. Eventually, life got boring at the resort. We wanted to go out and explore the world, but it was our father's wish that we stayed at the resort. One day, we got a letter saying that our father had been promoted to an elite rank – the title of guardian. We knew then that he wasn't coming back. Our hopes diminished, all we did was play around in the pool and sleep. The only things that kept us going were the letters our father wrote to us once in a while, admiring Spyro and Cynder and telling us that the war was almost over. One day, we got a letter that was in different handwriting. Curious, we opened it up. It was from a Mr. Terrador and was addressed to all of us. We opened it up. The letter was very formal and said that our father had died in the field of duty, transporting Spyro and Cynder to Mt. Malefor to defeat Malefor. On a side note, the letter also said that the war was over. No one cared. We were all miserable. Some of us, sadly, including me, made a pact to kill you two if we ever saw you."
Cynder gasped. "But, we didn't kill anyone!"
Chill bared his teeth. "LET ME FINISH!" Spyro and Cynder transferred weird looks, but said nothing.
Chill sat down again. "Good. Now, we made a death pact, so we were all hungry for blood. Our father had died, so the wish was broken. We all left, except one or two. They stayed behind because they wanted no involvement in a death pact. However, most didn't survive. Our father had asked us to stay for our own safety. Most of the teenage dragons were eaten or killed by other forces. I was lucky enough to make it to Warfang, my birthplace. I wandered to the docks, where a strange creature was making a portal. I saw you two and Volteer, and assumed that I could kill you and return a hero. I lunged, but missed. The portal had already closed. The figure left, so I trailed it. Eventually, it came apart, and three different creatures came out of it. They asked me if I wanted to help them kill you two and achieve their ultimate goal. I, being a young, bloodthirsty, teenage dragon, said yes. For the next few days I helped them, until I heard them speaking. The big red one, which I learned went by the name of Red, said that they were almost done until they could bring Malefor back from the dead."
Now it was Spyro's turn to gasp. "They're trying to bring Malefor back?"
Chill nodded. "And after I heard that, I had a change of heart. I knew that my father had sacrificed himself to save the world, but to bring back the monster that my father sacrificed himself for was unthinkable. I tried to get in their way, but eventually they opened a portal and sent me here. And here I am." After Chill finished his story, the room was quiet.
Then Spyro spoke up. "We have to find a way to stop them!"
"I agree," Flame said. "but on a side note, just who was your father?"
Chill laughed. "My father was Ignitus, of course."
Flame and Spyro both went wide-eyed. "But," Spyro said, "Ignitus was our... father... too..." And with that, they both fainted, again. Chill leaned over them. "Do they do this often?"
Cynder laughed. "Nope, only Spyro."
~Meanwhile, in Warfang~
Terrador charged into the temple. He hoped to get home before Volteer, so he could talk to Cyril. Luckily, Volteer wasn't home.
"Cyril," Terrador said, "Volteer may be having a baby."
"What?" Cyril accidentally breathed ice onto his book, freezing it. "But he's a male!"
"No, not that kind," Terrador said, rolling his eyes. "He might have done... "it"... with another girl."
"We shall ask him when he comes back," Cyril said.
Later, Volteer arrived at the dragon temple. It had been a good day. He had helped give birth to his new baby. But when he went inside, Terrador and Cyril were both standing there.
"Umm... What do you want?" Volteer asked.
Cyril opened his mouth, but then Terrador started. "Who's the pretty young dragoness in the woods?"
Volteer started to sweat. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Terrador snorted. "I was in the forest today. I saw you with her."
Volteer broke down. "She was so beautiful. I first saw her when I was taking a walk through the forest. She wanted me too."
Cyril asked, "Did you... do "it"?"
Volteer nodded. "That's where I was. Caring for her when she was gravid with the egg."
Terrador reddened, a great feat for a green dragon. "You're in big trouble, mister."
spyropik: So, the truth comes out. Is Chill a spy, or is he telling the truth? Where are his other siblings, if any? What is the chance that he will kill Spyro? (Answer: 0) How will Volteer's hatchling look? WHEN WILL I STOP ASKING QUESTIONS?
Updaily trivia question: If I have twenty apples and thirteen oranges, how many pears do I have?
~spyropik
