And that's exactly when we heard footsteps and we both looked up to find Parmon and Artha staring at us. Unable to help it I blushed and Moordryd coughed.
"I was going to check if you two were okay but judging from what's going on right now..." Artha grinned as Moordryd and I quickly broke apart, pretending that the walls of the stable were suddenly very interesting.
"Never mind that now. Mortis wants to see you, Rayne." Parmon told me and I sighed as I climbed to my feet and as I followed him Moordryd narrowed his eyes at Artha.
"Don't give me that look. She needs to train if she has any chance at beating Armeggoddon. And you need to let that heal." Artha told him and Moordryd looked down at his bandaged leg with a sour look on his face. "What exactly did we walk in on anyway?" He asked and Moordryd just crossed his arms refusing to talk about it. Of course Artha being, well Artha, wouldn't let it go. "Come on, spill. Whats going on with you and Rayne?"
"You're not going to leave me alone until I tell you are you?" Moordryd asked fixing Artha with a glare and Artha grinned back at him, shaking his head. Looking up at the roof he muttered something under his breath. "Scales. Fine then. If you really want to know..." He explained what had happened after I had woken up and found Moordryd lying behind me. "And that's pretty much it. Are you happy now stable brat?" He growled as Artha watched on.
"So you and Rayne huh? Never thought that would happen. I always thought she hated you after you lied to her about being the Shadow Booster." Artha said and Moordryd glared at his rival.
"You lied to her too. In case you forgot about that...Dragon Blunder." He shot back and just as they began to argue Lance raced in and they stopped as he rushed over.
"What is it?" Artha asked as Moordryd stumbled to his feet, ignoring the dull ache in his leg.
"There's something going on it the city. Mortis thinks its Word." Lance answered and narrowing his eyes Moordryd started to stumble for the doorway only to trip and Artha caught him.
"Let me go. He's looking for me since Cain obviously didn't let him know I was staying here." Moordryd told him but Artha just shook his head and he growled eventually allowing his rival to walk him outside. As he did Decepshun rushed over followed by Quiksilva who seemed to be frowning at Moordryd. "Before you get mad she's fine." He told the silver and black dragon who snorted and that's right when they heard Moordryd's Viddcom beeping and with a frustrated sigh he answered it.
"Cain what's going on?" Moordryd asked griiting his teeth as a wave of pain flared from his ankle.
"Your father's looking for you." Cain answered and Moordryd rolled his eyes at his best friend as that was pretty obvious. But Cain wasn't exactly being truthful as Word was really looking for the Light Booster. Despite his other plans to capture her having failed he was still determined to capture her and her dragon by any means necessary. Instead Cain lied to his best friend so Moordryd wouldn't know the truth. "You better get back to the compound before he tears the city apart." He quickly added and when he hung up Moordryd muttered under his breath.
"I'm going back." Moordryd said as he stumbled over to Decepshun's side and his dragon nudged him a little trying to tell him something and he shook his head at her. "I have to. Don't worry about my leg." He told her and she snorted not convinced he was as well as he pretended to be. The truth was his leg was throbbing and he wasn't sure when he could put any weight onto it. But Moordryd also wasn't going to show any weakness especially to Artha and when Decepshun magged onto her back he grunted as his injured leg bumped against her side. Quiksilva watched them leave then he turned his head towards Artha and gave a snort, wondering what his friend would think now that her boyfriend had up and left.
"Rayne's really not going to be happy about this. Come on, I'll take you to her and we can figure something out." Artha said as Lance and Quiksilva followed him. By the time they found me I was practising my mag techniques and as I aimed at one the targets Mortis had set up for me I focused on the mag energy flowing through me. Trying to conecntrate on not messing up I breathed as my hand began to glow and in seconds there was a small, I suppose ball, of energy and as I went to release it towards the target nearest me I heard a yell and started I let it go. Thankfully no one ended up hit by it but I did make a fairly decent burn mark on the wall in front of me. I whirled around to find Artha and Parmon looking on and I frowned at them, annoyed that they had broken my concentration and Mortis sighed.
"You need to focus, Rayne. If you don't someone could get hurt." Mortis told me and I sighed knowing he was right even if my friends did distract me and make me lose focus.
"Okay, fine. Here goes nothing." I muttered as I took a deep breath and as I focused on the mag energy again this time no one spoke, probably becasue I glared at both guys and as the enrgy ball formed in my hand I stared at the target. Judging the distance I took another breath and as I let the mag blast go it hit the target, not quite dead centre but very close and I grinned. Of course Mortis barely glanced at my effort and told me to try again so without grumbling I tried again. Which as it turns out was a whole lot more difficult when my mind kept wandering back to what happened between me and Moordryd in the stable and now unable to focus I accidently let the mag blast hit the ground in front of me instead and I cringed as Mortis shook his head at me. I was already feeling stupid and it didn't help when Artha burst out laughing and I growled at him, tempted to sent a mag blast his way.
"Oh be quiet, Artha." I grumbled arms crossed against my chest and when he didn't stop I narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm trying to concentrate and you're not helping."
"Rayne stay focused." Mortis told me as he walked over and I sighed having no idea why I had lost my train of thought and that's when Artha grinned.
"Rayne's too busy thinking about Moordryd. Aren't you?" He said and my face went red as I glared at him and he just chuckled. "I asked Moordryd and he said that..." Before he could finish I turned around and stormed off, ignoring Mortis. Once I was in the elevator I took my medallion from my gauntlet and the instant I changed back I leant against the wall, angry at Artha for telling my friends something personal and at myself for being unable to control my mag blasts.
"What am I going to do now? I can't even ignore an idiot and use a simple mag blast. How am I supposed to fight alongside the Dragon Booster and Shadow Booster to stop a war if I can't control my powers?" I sighed as the elevator reached the Penn Stables and as I walked out Quiksilva hurried over and I gave his snout a pat, distracted by my failures. As I wandered towards the stable I wondered how Moordryd was doing but as I reached the doorway and peeked in I found it empty. "Moordryd?" I called out and as I began to hurry around the stables, checking each one and startling Beau who blinked at me I discovered that he was missing. "He didn't go back to his compound...did he? He's still hurt and...I have to find him." I said to Quiksilva who nodded and magged me and as he raced outside the Penn Stables I heard someone call out. When I found it was Lance I asked Quiksilva to stop and when he did I jumped down and waited for him to hurry over.
"Moordryd's gone back home. Are you okay?" He asked and I grinned grateful that at least one Penn was trying to help me.
"Yeah my training in mag technigues didn't go so well. Maybe I should go after Moordryd before he does something stupid and gets himself hurt." I replied and Lance grinned back at me. "I'll be back as soon as I know he's really okay and not trying to act all tough." As soon as Lance headed back to the house I climbed back on Quiksilva's back and as we left the stables I crossed my fingers that Moordryd was really okay.
As it turns out he wasn't quite as well as he'd let me believe and as he gritted his teeth against a wave of throbbing pain that flowed from his leg Decepshun snorted and slowed down. Distracted by his injury and the pain Moordryd didn't even he notice until she started to walk and when he finally noticed he stared at her.
"Decepshun why did you slow down? We'll never get back to the compound if you don't start moving." Moordryd grumbled and Decepshun stared up at him letting out a snort. "I'm fine." He muttered and Decepshun gently nudged his leg as if proving a point and when he gasped she rolled her eyes at him. "Fine but walk as fast as you can. Otherwise my father'll destroy the city looking for us." With another snort Decepshun began to walk again and Moordryd sighed knowing that his father would stop at nothing to find them. At the same time Quiksilva and I were racing along looking for my friend and his dragon when something collided with us and Quiksilva almost fell just righting himself in time as I clung desprately to his neck.
"What was that?" I cried before I heard a screech and something slammed into us again and this time I was thrown off as he fell. Thankfully I managed to land on my feet and as I rushed to his side I heard a roar and before my eyes several wraith dragons appeared, readying themselves to attack. Being outnumbered wasn't the best way to begin a fight but after being trained I wasn't about to lose. "Quiksilva do you think you can keep them distracted while I focus my mag blasts?" I asked and Quiksilva made a low growl before he lashed out with his tail at the nearest wraith. Grinning I stood and calmly faced the wraiths as Word watched from his citadel, thinking I was completely defenceless.
"That's it my wraiths. Capture her and bring her here." He ordered and one of his wraiths roared at me. But I didn't react concentrating on the mag energy already forming in my hand and to Word's shock I aimed and fired, knocking down the closest wraith which was sent flying. Impressed by my mag blast and aim I didn't pay attention to the wraith that suddenly appeared inches from me and as it fired Quiksilva leapt towards me, getting hit by the green trapping gear instead.
"Quiksilva!" I yelled and as I rushed to help him he let out a growl as a wraith lunged for me and forgetting everything I had been taught, including paying attention to my surroundings during a battle, I ended up being slammed into the wall behind me as a second set of green trapping gear pinned me to the wall. "Oww. Oh man what have I done?" I whimpered as the dragons roared at me and closed in.