Chapter Two

Dark woke up when an explosion shook the house. Shooting off his bed, he ran out the door, nearly colliding with Nightreader. The NightWing leapt aside as Dark barreled down the hallway, barreling down the stairs as he ran towards the noise. He ran out the back door, which was hanging loosely on its hinges.

Inferno and Cobra were in the backyard, which looked like a war zone with chunks of ground gone. Cobra raised his talon, a metal oblong sphere in it, and threw it towards Inferno, who rolled to one side as the grenade hit the ground, before exploding and taking another chunk out of the ground.

Dark growled, before reaching for his magic. He stretched out his right arm and his talon disappeared, the air around it shimmering. His talon closed around a leather handle, and he pulled his arm back, his sword in his talon as the air stopped shimmering. He ran forwards as Inferno stood back up, the SkyWing holding his own grenade.

"I'm going to kill you SandWing!" The SkyWing screamed, pulling the pin on the grenade and throwing it at Cobra. Before it got halfway to the SandWing, Dark's blade sliced it in half, the extremely strong metal alloy of his sword cutting easily through the grenades shell.

Dark stood there, his blade quivering as his entire body shook with anger. He turned and glared at Cobra, who backed up slightly, glancing away. Dark then turned his glare on Inferno, but the SkyWing didn't back down like Cobra, instead glaring back at Dark.

"I though." Dark hissed dangerously. "That I said no more fighting."

Inferno snorted, his eyes narrowing. Dark actually regretted not making the SkyWing keep the disfiguring broken jaw Cobra had given him in his first story he had published with the SkyWing, but he needed the SkyWing for other stories, and had to keep him unmarred for them. That didn't mean he couldn't teach him a lesson though…

Dark suddenly swung his sword to point at Inferno, who took a step back. Dark felt the air around him start to tingle as the blade of his sword started to glow golden-yellow. Letting out a yell, he unleashed a blast of lightning from his sword, the bolts slamming into Inferno and throwing him backwards.

Dark lowered his sword as the air returned to normal. Inferno groaned as he struggled to his feet, the ground where he stood shriveling up as Dark noticed the SkyWing's necklace in his talon, the scales of which were smoking. Inferno slipped it back on, and the smoke disappeared.

"Go now." Dark hissed, the blade of his sword still glowing gold. "And know that next time this happens, I won't be so lenient."

Inferno glared at him for a second more before running into the house. Dark turned to Cobra, who walked forwards to stand beside him.

"Pretty impressive trick." Cobra commented, and Dark nodded, holding his sword up so he could see the runes etched into the blade, invoking spells of strength, speed, flexibility, and other different spells.

"Thanks Cobra." Dark said, stabbing the blade into the ground. "That's the real reason why I call it Kveykva."

Cobra nodded, before glancing guiltily at the yard. Dark smiled, an idea coming to his mind.

'Cobra, since you caused this, you get to fix it." Dark said, pulling his sword from the ground, the blade coming out clean as one of the spells woven into the metal repelled the dirt. "No using your magic or getting anybody to help you."

Cobra stared at him as he walked towards the house. As he walked through the back door, Dark lightly touched the door, which immediately mended itself and swung shut easily on its hinges. He walked into the front hall and stopped. Turning to a black cabinet, he traced the out;one of a circle on it, before opening it and tossing his sword in. Closing it again, he turned to walk upstairs but yelped as he slammed into something.

"Gecko!" He yelled, and the RainWing came into view, his scales turning gold with some pink spots, his ruff entirely pink.

"Hi Dark." Gecko said, grinning. Dark growled and shoved past the RainWing, climbing up the stairs and storming to his room. He went straight to the door in his wall and checked to make sure his sword was inside, since he had used the quicker route of putting it in the black cabinet downstairs which was linked to the cupboard in his wall. Closing it, he went back over to his bed and laid down, closing his eyes once more.