Two weeks later. . .
Spyro's POV
Brian lay motionless on the bed in the infirmary here at Warfang. The only reason he was alive right now is because several clusters of red crystals broke his fall, That stroke of luck kept him alive, but did not heal his injuries. All but one of his ribs were shattered and his back was broken in three separate places, Cuts and bruises covered his body as he remained unconscious. Now Cynder, Forge, Hunter, Amber, Ariel, the rangers and myself watched, and waited.
"He'll get better won't he? He can't die!" Forge cried again as he nuzzled under Cynder.
"I, I honestly don't know," Ariel admitted, "His biology is similar, but is completely different from ours."
"He'll pull through son," Dixon assured him, "If I know Brian, i know that he's too stubborn to die quietly." Unfortunately, this only made Forge cry harder. As Cynder nuzzled him another one of the Rangers put two fingers on Brian's throat.
After ten seconds he withdrew with a small grin on his face. "His pulse is sixty two and strong, His heart is working properly now Mates." Everyone let out a sigh, He's healing, not as fast as we'd like, but he's healing.
Brian's Subconsciousness
"Huh! Huah! Huh!"
"Huh! Huah! Huh!"
"Huh! Huah! Huh!"
"Huh! Huah! Huh!"
"Huh! Huah! Huh!"
"Huh! Huah! Huh!"
"Huh! Huah! Huh!"
"Huh! Huah! Huh!" The thundering chants filled the air as Malefor and I stared at each other.
"Why give me this drama when you could just kill me?" Malefor taunted as the void around us turned into a stone arena.
"Because I will not disrespect Spyro and Cynder's efforts by shrugging you off," I explained, "You were their biggest and most trying threat they faced, I should fight you as that, no more, no less."
"A choice that will cost you your life!" Malefor roared as he charged.
The singing resumed along with instruments as Malefor and I engaged in single combat.
(Author's note: The following lyrics have been changed to better suit the storyline of this fanfic, Thank you.)
Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin,
(Dragonlords, Dragonlords,)
Naal ok zin los vahrin,
(United by honnor are sworn,)
Wah dein voku, Mahfaeraak ahst vaal!
(To keep evil, Forever at bay!)
Ahrk fin norok paal graan,
(And the fiercest foes rout,)
Fod nust hon zindro zan!
(When they hear united triumph's shouts!)
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!
(Dragonlords, For your victory we pray!
Spyro's POV
"Volteer," Terrador said, "Go with Spyro and Cynder and harvest some more crystals, The rest of us will do what we can to make Brian comfortable here."
"Yes, at once," Volteer replied as he, Cynder, and I walked out the door.
We walked down the hall and took a right into one of the many storerooms in Warfang, Except that it looked more like a mine then it did a storeroom.
This was the crystal farm, Brian thought of it and when he suggested it to the guardians and city elders, They agreed to let him test his theory out. The process was relatively simple and closely resembled how the cheetahs and moles grow their crops, Thus it became known a crystal farming.
The first step was to obtain a shard of crystal, about about six inches long and two inches across preferably, and encase it in a enchanted metal that was infused with all five elements of the dragons. This encased crystal shard became a. . . Seed.
Step two was the long one, You plant the crystal seed in the ground and wait for the first cluster to grow, This could take up to a year to happen, but once the first cluster was grown and harvested it would regenerate itself normally,
Now we have a way to supply the city's growing population of dragons without fear of shortage.
Volteer started talking to the "Farmer" as Cynder and I topped off our mana with some green crystals.
Unknown POV
Heh, so the experiment somehow has found a way to take refuge in the dragon city. The only difference it makes is that she has placed herself closer to the targets she was made to kill, The purple dragon, and that traitorous servant of a dragon.
Now, where is she?
I snuck through the halls of the dragon temple looking for it, I checked room after room.
Storage rooms, Hallways, Feasting chambers, and bedrooms. Now we're getting somewhere.
After I searched about a dozen different bedrooms I found her.
She apparently has a roommate, A young fire dragoness, It posed no threat, A simple poisoning curse would remove her from concern. Now, In the name of my master, Gaul, I Appa the Ape, will have revenge on the dragons that killed him in the Well of Souls!
"Hey You!," A male voice shouted as I heard something mechanical click. I was discovered, but now. it makes no difference.
Dixon's POV
I don't know who or what this guy is but I do know he was sneaking around a public area, so he must be attempting a crime of some sort.
"Get on the ground! Get on the ground!" I yelled as I aimed my rifle at his head.
Scoffing, the creature stood up and showed me his UGLY purple face. A staff of some sort appeared in his hand from out of nowhere and he knocked my rifle away as he seized me by my neck.
"Pathetic," the creature began, "How do you and your kind survive if your this weak." He shoved me against the wall slowly pushing in on my throat.
I still had one chance left, I had to take it.
"We survive by doing this to overgrown fuzzballs" I replied as I quickly drew my pistol and fired into his face point blank.
He dropped me to the ground as he staggered back from the shot. I wasted no time in grabbing his staff and breaking it over my knee as backup arrived.
"This isn't over, I swear that I will obtain my revenge, and you can not deny it from me human." The creature snarled as he disappeared.
The grey dragoness was frozen in terror in her room, only managing to stutter a few words: "He's found me, and now he will use me to do horrible things. Help me."