Though I was enjoying the kiss I suddenly broke it off, making Moordryd raise his eyebrow at me.
"Is something wrong?" He asked as I sat up, failing to cover up a yawn. "Is my breath bad or something?" He joked and I sighed before I explained why.
"Its not that I just don't want you getting my cold. Plus you have your races coming up and..." I trailed off when he grinned at me and I frowned at him. "You don't, do you?"
"Not really. I have to race tomorrow but that's really it. I just didn't want your cold." Moordryd answered and in response I threw a pillow at him, which he ducked and the pillow smakced into the wall. "Rayne will you calm down?" He grumbled and I crossed my arms, turning my back on him and he sighed.
"Just...get out. I must have been out of my mind to believe you." I muttered before he tried to hug me. Instead of letting him I moved to one side and he rolled his eyes, knowing that I was upset. So Moordryd climbed down from the bed and headed for the door, only pausing in the doorway in case I decided to forgive him. But as he turned around he saw me lying on my side, facing the way and he shook his head. As I heard the door close I let out a sniff, hurt that he'd lied to me once again. It wasn't long until I dozed off, still feeling a little woozy from my cold and the slight fever that I just couldn't seem to shake.
Without me being present Moordryd couldn't seem to find the point in training, no matter what Connor thought.
"Moordryd, you should still train. Rayne can just catch up when she recovers." Connor told him and in response Moordryd just lent against the wall.
"Like I said before; if she's not here I'm not training. Especially against the Dragon Blunder." He muttered and to his left, Artha rolled his eyes. Having transformed into the Dragon Booster he was all set to train until Moordryd refused.
"Stop being a Paynn in the butt and fight me. Or are you scared you'll lose?" Artha taunted and next to him, Beau let out a laugh. Eyes narrowing, Moordryd instantly changed to the Shadow Booster and without giving him any warning he unleashed a mag-blast which Artha only just dodged. "Hey I wasn't ready!" Artha shouted and Moordryd chuckled as his rival glared at him. Rolling his eyes at both his brother and his rival, who were in the process of trying to fry each other with mag blasts, Lance looked up at his father. With his head in his hands, Connor sighed.
"I wanted them to spar, not blast each other." Connor muttered and Lance grinned, watching as Artha knocked Moordryd on his rear. While the two booster wailed on each other, I whimpered in my sleep as one nightmare after another keep me from getting a decent rest.
Pretty soon my eyes shot open, a gasp escaping from my mouth before I found myself alone but safe in a bedroom. As I lay there, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart, I wondered if I was ever going to get any rest. With a groan I sat up, my whole body aching and as I looked towards the door I thought I heard someone. I tried calling out and after getting no answer I sighed, spending the next few minutes debating what to do I came up with an idea. Climbing down from the bed I made my way towards the bedroom door and after peering around the corner I grinned. As I made my way towards the stables, exiting through a side door, I grinned as I heard a familar snort. I wasn't too surprised when Quiksilva stuck his head through the doorway of his stable, letting out a happy growl as he saw me. I hurried over, ignoring the headache making its presense known in my skull, and drapped my arms around his neck.
"Good to see you, boy. Want to go for a run?" I asked, keeping my voice low in case anyone heard and getting an imediate growl in response I grinned. "Thought so." Quickly he magged me onto his back and took off, both forgetting about a saddle. Though I just wrapped my arms around his neck and held on as he rushed past the stables and the house, not even noticing when Beau and Decepshun let out twin growls. As he rushed towards the nearby racetrack, directly across from the stables I let out a yell overjoyed to be outside. What I didn't know was that I should have stayed inside but I was so focused on our run that I didn't even notice a tall figure watching us from just behind his dragon's head.
"So you're going off on your own? Not a good move...for you anyway." The figure growled and his dragon snorted, watching as Quiksilva jumped onto the track and started to run. "Now's my chance to trap the Dragon Booster and the dragon of legend. But I'll need bait and you're perfect. Abanddon, follow them." He ordered and his dragon growled, rushing forward and as we raced along the ground started shaking. Confused I looked back and the moment I saw a huge dragon sprinting towards us I almost cried out.
"Quiksilva, run like the wind!" I shouted though I didn't need to tell him since he'd already seen the dragon. As he shot forward I held on tight, wishing desperately that I'd grabbed the saddle before we'd run off. Though as the dragon and his rider shot after us, I tried to calm myself and focus on getting as far away as possible. Which seemed impossible as the dragon gained, his every footstep shaking the ground and I made the mistake of looking back only to find his massive head inches from Quiksilva's tail.
I let out a shriek, clutching Quiksilva's neck in a chokehold and he gasped, instantly causing me to loosen my grip. "Please just keep him away from us." I begged and he gave me one snort before he suddenly flew forward, his legs a blur as he picked up speed and in seconds we left our mysterious assaliants in the dust. I was a little surprised that we'd managed to esacpe so easily though that didn't stop me from I stuck out my tongue. Which proved to be a massive error in judgement. Before my eyes the dragon's rider narrowed his eyes and as he lifted his hands high into the air my eyes went wide as he and his dragon glowed.
I had just enough time to mutter "Oh scales..." before the massive mag energy blast picked us up and sent us skyward. We both screamed, well I did and Quiksilva roared, just as gravity took hold and slammed us into the track. Thrown from my dragon's back I heard a crack and before I could even register why I screamed in agony as my right wrist flared. I must have blacked out at some point, coming to only when I heard Quiksilva growl. "What...'silva? I groaned, trying to sit up only to cry out, pain radiating up and down my wrist.
Leave my rider alone! Quiksilva growled as Abaddonn towered over him and the dragon just laughed. Then I'll make you leave! He roared charging up a mag blast, only for Abandonn to rush forward and headbutt the smaller dragon. Throwing him into the track's wall he lay there groaning, seeing stars and as he watched on helpless to protect me Abanddon stood over me.
"We have our bait. Abanddon, mag her." Drakkus ordered and I struggled to my feet, unwilling to go along quietly. Ignoring Drakkus and Abandoon I raised my uninjured hand, concentrating despite feeling woozy and as the mag energy flowed from Quiksilva to me I let out a gasp. Fighting the pain from my wrist I let the energy merge with me, just how Connor had taught me and for a short while my eyes glowed silver, shocking even Drakkus and as I let out a cry the mag blast shot toward Abanddon's rider. Drakkus' eyes went wide just before the mag-blast slammed into his chest, knocking him off his dragon and sending him into the track. With an angry growl he leapt to his feet and glared down at me as I gasped, the energy vanishing and as my hand blazed I felt myself blacking out. Without a sound I dropped to the track, out cold and Drakkus laughed. "That was impressive but all in all a failure. Bring her." He ordered his dragon who magged my unconcious body onto his back and as he turned to leave, Abanddon heard Quiksilva growl something. With a chuckle he lowered his head at the silver and black dragon.
For your sake stay down, Abaddon chuckled and Quiksilva glared at him, hatred clear in his amber eyes and without another word Abanddon straightened and slowly walked away. Furious at both himself and Abanddon, Quiksilva raised his head and let out a roar.
"Hey did you guys hear that?" Lance asked, looking towards the lift and as Moordryd paused he listened carefully. They heard it again, the unmistakable sound of a dragon's roar and just for a moment Moordryd felt a chill go down his spine.
"Its Rayne, she's in danger." He growled and without transforming back he rushed towards the lift, leaving everyone in shock. As the lift took him upwards he reached for his amulet, only to pause. "No, Rayne might need the Shadow Booster. Come on, hurry up." He glared at the lift and as soon as it reached the Penn Stables he rushed out only to see Quiksilva limping towards him. His heart sank at the moment wehn he saw the dragon riderless and as he hurried over, Quiksilva gave a mournful cry. "What happened?" He whispered and Quiksilva growled, looking towards the track. "Someone took Rayne, didn't they?"
When Quiksilva slowly nodded his head Moordryd's closed his eyes for a moment and my dragon turned his head, ashamed that he'd been unable to protect me. Then Moordryd changed back, removing his amulet and placed on hand on Quiksilva's head.
"Its not your fault, I shouldn't have left her. We have to find her but who has her?" Moordryd asked and Quiksilva sighed, clearly not convinced. "Was it my father?"
Wishing that he could be understood, Quiksilva shook his head and Moordryd narrowed his eyes for a moment.
"Moordryd what's going on?" Connor asked as he hurried over and finding my dragon holding his left leg slightly off the ground he frowned. "Where's your rider?"
Quiksilva suddenly glared at Connor, annoyed that no one was searching for me and after a few seconds of glaring he lay down. Why aren't they looking for her, he wondered as he rested his head on his front paws being extra careful not to injure himself further. Not understanding Moordryd stared at the silver and black dragon before he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"If its not my father and Armeggaddon then who would kidnap Rayne? And why?" He muttered, crosing his arms and as he began to pace, Artha and Lance joined the small group.
"Did something happen?" Artha asked and just for a split second his rival glared at him. "What?"
"Rayne's been kidnapped and we need to find her now." Moordryd answered, not even pausing as he walked back and forth. Getting more agitated by the second he wondered if I was alright.
I wasn't because as I woke I found myself in darkness. As my eyes slowly opened I couldn't help uttering a groan, partially due to my possibly broken wrist but mostly because of who I saw when I woke.
"Word Paynn? What...do you want...now?" I muttered, trying to glare and he chuckled as I made an attempt to move. Unable to I glanced down and found my body trapped against the wall by green trapping gear.
"To start a dragon-human war of course. Try to keep up. But to answer your question I captured you as bait for the Dragon Booster. Though after what I witnessed earlier...well maybe you can be more than just bait, Rayne." Word chuckled before he stood over me and I frowned, confused until he spoke two words. "Or should I say...Light Booster?"
"Hmph...yeah right. Or maybe I'm the Shadow Booster? If I really was the Light Booster don't you think I would have escaped from...whoever that was and their dragon?" I countered, heart beating wildly as I tried to move away and he grinned at me. "Wait a second...you're the one who kidnapped me?"
"And here I thought you have some intelligence. Yes, that was me not like that's going to help you. Besides a girl just appearing out of nowhere and suddenly the long lost sixth booster starts foiling my plans is just a tad suspicious. Not when I have plans for you to destroy the Dragon Booster and the dragon of legend." Word told me and I managed to laugh, making the elder Paynn frown at me. "I fail to see what's so funny."
"Like I'm really going to help you. You must be even madder than I thought." I growled, enjoying the glare he gave me. Then as I watched Word walked towards his keyboard and lightly tapped a button. Truthfully I was scared, worried about where Quiksilva was and I suppose my own fate, until I saw what looked like black draconium gear descend from the ceiling.
"In case you're wondering this is gear similIar to the one I used to control the Light Booster, or you and your dragon. Only the thousand times more powerful so this time, you won't break free from my control." Word explained as he reached up and removed the gear, grinning as he turned towards me.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, swallowing the catch in my throat as I forced myself not to start shaking. "I never did anything to you."
"Oh but you did. You tried to turn my own son against me." Word answered as he stepped closer and closer to me, watching on with amusement as I struggled desperately to free myself. "And that's something I will not allow anyone to do."
"Only because you don't even care about him!" I shouted and he paused, staring at me. "You keep pushing him away and treating him like he's your servant and not your son. I didn't turn him against you, you did that all by yourself and I care about him unlike you. Besides I don't want Moordryd to turn against his own father...even you don't deserve that." I whispered as my head slumped forward and as I looked on Word stayed perfectly still. For a moment I thought that maybe he would reconsider, that what I said meant something then his eyes narrowed and I gritted my teeth knowing I'd failed.
"Moordryd won't think so highly of you once you destroy the Dragon Booster for me. And you won't even know it." Word chuckled as he lowered the gear towards my head, a smile on his face as I screamed the minute the gear made contact. The last thing I heard was a chilling laugh before I fell into darkness.
Hours passed as Moordryd and Artha searched for me, their dragons rushing through the streets of Mid City. But it was no use; they couldn't find a single trace of me.
"Moordryd, we should head back." Artha suggested and Moordryd growled at him. "Before you get angry at me, I didn't kidnap Rayne."
"I don't care! I'm gonna find her even if it takes all day and night." Moordryd shouted and Artha raised an eyebrow at his rival, shocked to see the fear in his eyes. "I lied to her and now she's..." He trailed off and Artah shook his head, steering Beau towards Decepshun.
"You didn't cause this, whoever kidnapped her did. Stop blaming yourself." Artha told him and Moordryd let out the breath he'd been holding in. "Now where do you think we should look next?" He asked as Moordryd glanced up at him.
"My father's citadel. I know he had something to do with this." Moordryd answered before he urged Decepshun forward and she took off, leaving Beau and Artha behind.
"Oh for dragon's sake...come on, Beau!" Artha grumbled and his dragon let out a laugh before he chased after the female dragon. Of course Artha couldn't just walk in through the front door so they knew a plan was in order. But Moordryd couldn't stay still long enough to form a plan and when he rushed towards the entrance, Beau shot forward and Decepshun growled when the larger dragon blocked her. "Moordryd, we need to focus on a plan, not rushing headlong into a trap." Artha told him and he narrowed his eyes. "Just calm down."
"I know that!" Moordryd shouted as Artha stared at him. "Its just...she might be hurt and I need to save her." He added, lowering his voice in case his father or his wraiths overheard. "Besides I made her run away." At that last statement Artha uttered a chuckle, making Moordryd glare at him.
"Yeah right. Look Rayne didn't run away, someone attacked her and Quiksilva. There's a difference and right now we need to figure out who has her and how we're going to rescue her." Artha explained and Moordryd stared at him, confused and Artha grinned. "You don't really think me and Beau'll let you just take off and get into trouble?"
"Very funny...stablebrat." Moordryd answered, unable to hide a slight grin and rolling his eyes he finally gave Artha a nod in agreement. As they started to talk, keeping their voices low, Beau stared towards the citadel and even Decepshun took an interest in their plan.
I can't believe that Moordryd's mate took off like that and after everything he's done for her, Decepshun growled and Beau frowned.
It wasn't her fault, Beau replied as he stood beside her and she snorted. Rayne cares about Moordryd too much to let anyone come between them.
Maybe but then who caused her to vanish like that? Decepshun asked and Beau didn't know what to say to that. And why didn't Quiksilva protect her better?
He tried his best so leave him alone, Beau replied as he glared at Decepshun and she swiped her tail.
He still should have protected her better but he'll learn. I suppose we should help them, Decepshun said as she listened to her rider and his rival argue. Eventually they came up with a plan that suited both of them and as Moordryd headed for the front entrance, Artha used a hidden passageway.