Yeah, so I'm making up for not updating in a while by posting this chapter as well. On with Chapter 8!
Chapter 8: Fleeing the City
When Blane and Nguyen got back inside, everyone was awake and waiting at the Pool of Visions.
"Now that we're all here," Terrador said as Blane and Nguyen sat down, "we have a problem we need to discuss."
Blane's gaze was drawn to the Pool and in it he saw a vast army approaching Warfang. He watched as several dragons flew over the army and breathed various breaths on them but did little to damage the army. A cannonball launched into the army from a cannon on the wall and left a huge hole in the ground and killing a great many.
Then Blane saw a pitch-black dragon fly over the army and blast the cannon, causing the entire gate to fall. The army swarmed the city and killed anyone who got in their way.
The Pool shimmered and changed to show a group flying away from the city. It was himself, Talea, Spyro, Cynder, Nguyen, and Sparx. They all looked back at the city with tears in their eyes. Then the Pool returned to normal.
Blane shook his head and asked, "Did anyone else just see that?"
"No," Terrador said, "what did you see?"
"I saw Warfang attacked and taken over by an army," Blane said before adding, "Ragnarok's army."
"We have less time than I feared;" Terrador said sadly, "you all must leave immediately."
"No," Spyro said, shaking his head, "we stay and fight."
"No," Terrador said firmly, "we cannot afford to lose any of you. The only place you will be safe is on the White Isle with Ignitus."
"We're not leaving!" Nguyen shouted.
"You have to," Cyril said, "If Warfang does fall, we'll give them hell before it does."
"Yes, and we'll take as many of them with us as we can." Volteer agreed.
"You must leave now," Terrador said, "the problem has been solved and the scouts have already seen the army very close."
"We aren't leaving you to face them alone!" Cynder shouted.
"You are," said Ignitus's voice in all their heads, "it has been written and it has been seen."
"Ignitus awaits you young ones," Terrador said, "and we will not let Warfang fall so easily."
"We will be back," Blane said softly, "and we will take Warfang back if it falls."
"Then your heart is brave and pure," Silena said with a sad smile, "now go."
Blane, Talea, Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx left the room slowly. Suddenly a loud explosion shook the earth.
"They're here!" Terrador shouted before turning to the group, "You must leave now!"
The group took one last glance at Silena and the Guardians before taking off and flying through the halls and reached the balcony. They flew through it and outside. They ascended until they could see the vast army approaching the city.
"My god…" Nguyen said, seeing the army.
"They don't stand a chance…" Spyro said sadly.
"But we'll return and take this city back," Blane said, "or die trying."
Everyone nodded and took off towards the south, looking back only once with tears in their eyes.
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Terrador watched the small group fly away from the balcony, a small tear forming and falling to the ground.
"What's the matter, Terrador?" Cyril said from behind him. Terrador turned to see Cyril, his eyes full of concern.
"I fear," Terrador said, "that this may be my last battle."
"Do not fear, Terrador," Cyril said, "Though, if it is, then it has been an honor fighting with you."
"Thank you, old friend," Terrador said, "it has been an honor fighting by yours as well."
Another explosion shook the city and Cyril and Terrador looked at each other once more.
"It is time," Terrador said, "time to fight a battle that we may not return from."
"Yes," Cyril said with a nod, "but we cannot lose hope in the young ones."
"Yes," Terrador agreed, "I only hope they don't disappear for another three years."
With that, the two Guardians flew off of the balcony and towards the wall and Ragnarok's army on the other side.
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The group had stopped in a clearing and rested in silence, none of them wanting to break the silence. Talea and Blane rested underneath the shade of a tree, Talea crying softly into Blane's shoulder and Blane had tears flowing from his eyes. Spyro and Cynder rested under the shade of a tree not far away, their heads against one another with tears falling from their eyes to the ground. Sparx lay in the middle of the clearing, looking up at the sky with watery eyes.
Suddenly a twig snapped nearby and everyone shot up, looking in every direction.
"Who's out there?" Spyro called out, his voice not showing that he'd been crying.
"A friend," someone is the forest said, then a figure wearing a cloak walked out from the trees.
"Hunter, it's you," Spyro said dully, lying his head down.
"That's no way to greet a friend," Hunter said.
"Warfang has been lost," Spyro said, looking up at Hunter with fresh tears in his eyes.
"No…" Hunter said, falling to his knees.
"The great city has fallen," Blane said, "but we will take it back."
"I must inform Chief Prowlus," Hunter said, getting to his feet, "but I will return to aid you on your journey to…"
"The White Isle," Cynder finished for him.
"I will aid you on your journey to the White Isle." Hunter repeated before taking off into the forest.
The group looked at one another before lying back the way they were but they weren't crying.
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I had to work Hunter in here somewhere and this seemed the best way. Tell me what you think of the chapter or I won't know if I'm doing well or not!
~Dual Minded Wolf