This chapter isn't as long as I'd hoped it'd be, but it still has a lot of action. Listening to Globus songs sure gives me good ideas!

~Kiyiya

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Chapter 10: We Aren't Running This Time

Blane was jerked into waking as an explosion took out half of the hut. He jumped off the bed and looked to see Talea doing the same. They ran out of the hut and saw complete panic. There were bodies everywhere, and not only were there elves, there were dragons and creatures that looked like they crawled straight out of nightmares.

Fian came running over with a grim look on his face.

"There you two are," he said, "some scouting parties got lazy and were followed."

"I'm sorry we dragged you into this," Blane said, shaking his head.

"It's not your fault, Blane. Besides, it's high time the rest of the world knew we still existed and that we fight with you." He said, a grim smile coming to his face.

"Thank you," Blane said humbly, bowing his head.

"No, we are friends and friends help one another. Now we will distract them while you find your friends and get away,-" Fian said.

"No," Blane interrupted firmly, "we aren't running this time. This time we stand and help our friends and show our enemies why they should fear us."

Then Blane's form began to glow and when it faded he was human.

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"That was…new." Blane said slowly, looking at his hands. He looked over at Talea with a nervous smile and saw her look back at him with uncertainty.

"Well," Fian said as Blane looked up at him, "you're gonna need a weapon if you're gonna fight."

"Nah," Blane said, reaching back and grabbing his sword from its sheath on his back and pulling it out, "I'm good."

"Then let's go," Fian said. Blane and Talea nodded before Talea took flight and Fian and Blane took off into the fight going on not far away.

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Blane sliced through creature after creature, not letting up and not showing mercy as he killed the people attacking the village. He saw glimpses of his friends weaving through the ocean of enemies, killing nearly as many as he was.

He looked up and saw the black shape of Ragnarok, his eyes full of contempt. Anger began to fill his mind and he felt his wings rip through his shirt. He glanced at them and saw they had grown a great deal. A grin stretched across his face as he opened them as wide as he could and took off into the air. He flew until he was level with Ragnarok.

"You were wise to run when I attacked Warfang, why don't you run now?" He said.

"Because I won't let you take any more lives," Blane said, pointing his sword at Ragnarok.

"You are as much of fool as those Guardians were," Ragnarok said, starting to chuckle darkly, "they thought they could protect their precious city, but I crushed them and threw them aside like they were nothing more than flies."

"You're a monster," Blane said, "but I'll make sure you can't harm anyone ever again."

Blane took off towards Ragnarok, not noticing a purplish mist forming next to him. After a few moments, the mist formed into a menacing purple dragon and he knocked Blane aside.

Blane caught himself before he fell too far and flew up to see he now had two dragons to fight.

"Show him no mercy, Malefor," Ragnarok said. The purple dragon nodded, but before he moved he was hit by a burst of fire and shadow.

Blane turned to see Spyro, Cynder, and Talea flying up to meet him.

"Cynder and I will take Malefor," Spyro said before he and Cynder flew at Malefor and sending him flying away from Ragnarok, Blane, and Talea. Blane's form glowed as he changed back into a dragon and the air next to him shifted as Cain formed. Blane looked at Talea, then at Cain. Both had grim looks on their faces, but he knew they had every right.

"Stay close to me," He told Talea, then turned to Cain, "You may have been evil, and still might be, but now you're my ally…and friend."

They both nodded in acknowledgement and turned their attention to the enraged black dragon in front of them.

"You're all fools!" He bellowed, "I'll tear you to shreds!"

"No," Blane said, shaking his head and his eyes turning grey, "you can't withstand us when we unite. Now Cain!"

Cain nodded and flew into Blane. Blane winced for a moment as his body adjusted, the black runic markings forming on his scales and his horns glowing with white light.

"We were one mind," Blane said, his and Cain's voices talking at once, "but Blane separated us. Now we are one again, and we will kill you to protect innocent people from harm."

He took off at blinding speed, Talea flying just behind him. She watched as his body sparked and sizzled before it erupted in blinding white flame.

Ragnarok just flapped his wings and stayed there, unable to move and unable to speak. When the white flames hit him, he was engulfed in seconds and sent flying. His body burned unbearably, but still he used his wings to stop himself from flying further and when he looked up, Blane was right there. Blane reeled his head back and, his head aflame with white fire again, head-butted Ragnarok as hard as he could. Ragnarok fell like a rock, hitting the ground hard and making a large crater.

When Ragnarok's forces saw Ragnarok fall, they began to flee in panic. Soon, all that was left of his forces were the corpses left on the ground.

Ragnarok lifted his aching head to see his forces fleeing. He struggled to his paws and limped after them, shouting, "I'll be back to kill all of you!"

In the sky, Blane watched him go with Talea at his side.

"And we'll be here to make sure you can't." He said as Cain flew out of him, returning him to normal, and hovering on his other side.

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Yeah, I know this seems like I'm ending this story and starting a sequel, but I'm not. This story hasn't ended, yet, and it won't be for a while. I really hope you guys liked this chapter, but I won't know unless you tell me!

*Spoiler Alert* An O.C. will appear in the next chapter!

Damn it, Cain, when did you wake up?

When you were writing the bit about Blane telling 'story Cain' he thought of him as a friend, I didn't think you thought so highly of me.

I don't, besides that was, as you put it, 'story Cain,' not the annoying voice in my head that calls himself Cain.

You actually like me! You actually like me!

And he calls me a five year old.