Hi again
I'm so so so so sorry!
I have been struggling with personal issues and kinda (temporarily!) lost interest for the secret trio – sorry 'bout that – but now I'm back.
I apologize to anyone, who might have been waiting for an update for this long.
Anyways, don't worry I have the rest of the story planned out and there will be this and one more chapter, which I have almost finished already. :D
Anyways sorry again and enjoy!
The next day Jake woke up, when Danny and Randy came out of the tent chatting with each other.
"Morning," he muttered, while his eyes were still closed.
"Oh morning, we didn't wake you up, did we?" Randy asked apologetic.
"No no, it's fine, I've been up for hours," He lied while yawning.
"We were going to get some breakfast if you were up." Danny said.
"Great, I'm starving." Jake said, finally opening his eyes and lifting his head from the ground, "what's for breakfast?"
"We brought some sausages to roast on the fire, some buns and juice." Danny said, as he found the food in the shopping bag, while Randy arranged the remaining firewood and let Jake light it.
Jake drank the juice from a bowl, the same way he had eaten his stew the night before and roasted some sausages on his tail. Again, he ate a fair deal more than Randy and Danny.
When they had eaten, Randy went to the nearby stream to wash the cups.
"How do you suppose we get rid of his amnesia?" Danny asked after he left.
"I guess we could just give him the suit and see what happens." Jake suggested.
"Yeah, but will that give him back his memories?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"We need some kind of plan if it doesn't work." Danny said thoughtfully, "Somehow remind him…" Danny wondered aloud.
"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll think of something." Jake said seriously. "Honestly," Jake said now with a joking grin, "I'm more worried about myself. I don't wanna be stuck a dragon forever."
"I'm sure you won't." Danny argued, taking his joke seriously (how could he not).
"Maybe, the wait is just bugging me." Jake admitted, just as Randy returned, "Now, we're gonna get back your memories!" Jake said enthusiastically.
"I'll get the mask!" Danny said excitedly as well.
Danny handed Randy the mask, who took it nervously. Both Jake and Danny was anxious to see if it would make him remember anything.
Randy looked at the mask for a bit, before pulling it over his head. In an instant, the rest of the suit appeared as it had always done. Randy's eyes became wide, as he looked at his hands in amazement.
"Remember anything?" Danny asked, after a few moments of silence.
"Nope, but this is so cool!" Randy exclaimed, "I feel like I can do anything!"
"Try a somersault." Jake suggested.
"A what!? I can't."
"How do you know that?" Jake asked with a grin.
Randy thought about it, before he agreed with a sigh.
He jumped, spun around in the air and landed perfectly again. He had a look of sheer surprise on his face.
"I did it!" He exclaimed, "I really did it!"
"As far as I understood, when you explained it to us. The suit grands you a series of abilities and the tools to be a ninja." Danny explained.
"So… I'm just a normal person without the suit?" He concluded eyes somewhat downcast.
"To be honest I don't know. There might be a reason you were chosen though." Danny shrugged. "But let's focus on the main problem now."
Randy nodded.
"Let's try some swordfight." Jake suggested.
"Swordfight?" Randy asked.
"Yeah, I think your sword is in the suit."
Randy looked confused, as he felt around on his suit for a hidden pocket or something.
"Where?" He frowned.
"Here," Danny grinned, as he reached over and grabbed a grip of a sword, sticking out from the suit behind Randy's right shoulder.
Danny held the sword high, as he took a heroic stance with his head held high.
"I am the mighty sir Phantom!" Danny declared in a deep voice, "Prepared to be slain dragon." Danny turned to Jake, pointed the sword at Jake and waved him forwards with his vacant hand.
"Oh, a dragon slayer, huh?" Jake snorted, as he began circling Danny.
"Guys, I thought you said it would be a swordfight," Randy sighed, as he stepped in between them, ignoring their protests about being stopped before their fight.
Randy held out his hand and Danny handed him the ninja sword with a shrug.
"Just having some fun, plus you never let me touch the sword before, not much has changed about that, huh?" Danny grinned.
Randy inspected the sword in his hand, it was light and thin, yet he felt like it wasn't that easy to break.
"You can fight against me." Danny suggested, finding a stick, roughly the same length as the sword.
"No way!" Randy said, showing the palm of his hands, "I could cut you on accident."
To Randy's surprise Danny started laughing.
"Even you will have troubles cutting a ghost." Danny said, as the white rings appeared around him, turning him into his ghost self.
Randy and Danny practiced, at first Danny was the best, since Randy had trouble holding the sword correctly, but as they went on, Randy seemed to catch up on how to handle the sword and he ended up winning a few times. Of course, his skills weren't even close to what they were before he lost his memories. Back then, Danny probably wouldn't be able to get a single hit in on Randy.
They continued for a few hours, before moving on to some agility training, hoping anything could jog his memory. They had a short break to get some lunch, and continued right afterward.
Nothing seemed to work, sure Randy relearned some of his moves, but that didn't help him get rid of the amnesia.
"Maybe we need to do something more drastic." Jake said after another hour of agility training.
"Like what?" Danny asked.
"Like flying." Jake smirked.
"No way!" Randy exclaimed taking a step back, "I hate flying."
"Exactly, maybe it will jog your memory." Jake said.
"But…"
"Great! We had to go to the town anyway to get some dinner." Danny agreed enthusiastically, ignoring Randy.
"Hold on!" Randy exclaimed, "I have not agreed to this!"
"You want your memories back, right?" Jake asked.
"Of course! But…"
"Then you're gonna have to do this."
Randy scowled at Jake and Danny with an annoyed expression.
"Let's go now, before the stores closes." Said Danny.
Jake gestured to his back, and Randy slowly got on.
"I swear, if you drop me or something you're gonna pay." Randy said nervously, grabbing the spike nearest to him. Jake grinned amused.
"I promise I won't drop you then."
Jake lowered himself a bit, before he shot into the air. Earning a yelp from Randy, who leaned forward and clung to Jakes back for dear life.
Danny followed them into the air. It wasn't dark yet, but it was a pretty cloudy day, so Jake was confident that the clouds would keep them hidden from any potential wood hikers or townsfolks. They flew in silence for a bit, Jake could feel that Randy was still clinging on as if his life depended on it.
Actually, as Jake took a closer look at the sky around them he became somewhat nervous. Among other things his grandpa had taught him pretty much everything there is to know about storms, and judging by the clouds and wind a big storm was on its way.
"Have we jogged any memories yet?" Danny called over the howling wind.
"NO!" Randy snapped not in the mood to talk.
"It might help if you open your eyes, Randy." Danny laughed.
Randy opened his eyes hesitatingly, but closed them again quickly.
"I'm fine. It's fine. I'll just wait until we land."
Jake and Danny shared a mischievous look, as both of them sped up.
"What are you doing?!" Randy yelled, as he opened his eyes to orientate himself, "SERIOUSLY GUYS! This doesn't work! Now slow down and land already!"
They didn't slow down, they just increased the speed again instead.
"We're almost there." Jake answered, "Just another minute."
"Ugh!" They heard Randy complain, but couldn't hear his words over the wind.
After a short while, the town appeared in the horizon, since Jake couldn't get too close to the town, they began to descent.
Randy jumped off, before Jakes claws even touched the ground.
"You guys are the worst! How the heck was that gonna help me remember anything?" Randy exclaimed angrily.
Both Danny and Jake deflated somewhat, when Randy didn't use his usual lingo. It was almost weird hearing him say 'what the heck' instead of 'what the juice', but apart from that they ignored his question.
"You better hurry back here, I fear a storm is on its way." Jake said, finally airing his thoughts.
"Really?" Danny looked up at the sky again. Clearly, he hadn't noticed anything, "Are you sure?"
"Yep, just hurry a bit,"
Danny nodded while he de-transformed.
"Come on Randy," He said, as he pulled the grumpy and offended ninja –with folded arms- with him, "You better remove your suit."
"Yeah, yeah, I will," Randy answered grumpily.
"So how was the flight?" Jake heard Danny ask teasingly.
"Shut up." Randy answered annoyance filling his voice.
Danny continued to tease Randy until they were out of Jake's earshot.
Jake sighed, as he made himself comfortable on the forest floor. The weather changed drastically in an incredibly short amount of time. The treetops above him had begun to bend a little in the wind and a few drops on his snout told him it was raining.
After almost two hours, they returned both holding a bag of supplies.
"What took you so long?" Jake asked annoyed, but didn't give them time to answer, "Anyways, we better get back to the camp quickly. Come on." Jake said, as he waited for Randy to get on. Randy however hesitated.
"Come on." Jake repeated, "It has gotten too stormy for me to fly high, so we'll keep low. We are also going to have the wind against us, so if we don't fly now, the wind will become too strong.
Randy took on his mask, before he reluctantly got onto Jakes back.
"Let's hurry," Danny said, looking at the sky in concern.
They took off. The wind was stronger than Jake had anticipated, so he and Danny struggled to make process. It was especially hard for Jake, since he had such a big wingspan.
They had hardly even taken off, when a particularly strong gust of wind sent Jake tumbling through the air.
Randy called out in shock, when he was torn of off Jakes back. Danny reacted at once: he dove after him quickly and caught Randy by the wrist before he could fall too far, their bag of supplies weren't that lucky though. He brought him back up to Jake, who had righted himself in the meantime.
Randy once again clung to his neck, this time he tied his scarf around one of Jakes spikes to avoid falling off again.
"ARE YOU OKAY?" Jake had to yell over the howling wind in order for Randy to hear him.
"YEAH, I THINK SO!" Randy answered just as loudly, "THANKS DANNY!"
Jake scolded himself mentally. He should have been flying lower, the wind was stronger the higher you were. He beckoned Danny to follow him, before he descended somewhat.
From then on, they only flew right above the treetops, sometimes a branch would touch Jakes leg, reminding him to fly a bit higher.
After a while of fighting the wind, a stronger gust caught Jake again, shortly causing him to waver.
"WOAH, WATCH OUT!" Danny yelled over the wind, just as another gust caught him as well, throwing him a bit backwards.
"I COULD SAY THE SAME!" Jake grinned, despite the situation.
As they went on, the rain intensified and loud thunderclaps could be heard in the distance.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, they arrived at the campsite. Jake and Danny was panting from the effort. Danny turned back human almost immediately after they landed, mumbling something about being out of energy.
The tent was shaking heavily, but apart from that, it looked like it was going to hold up.
"Get inside," Jake told them, as he pushed them both towards the tent with his snout. Both of them seemed hesitant though.
"What about you?" Danny asked.
"I've already told you," Jake sighed, "I have thick scales, the cold doesn't bother me."
"Are you su…" Randy began.
"Yes! Now go inside." Jake pushed them again.
They went inside and zipped the entrance, and Jake laid down just outside the tent, He placed himself on top of the pegs holding the tent, to make sure they didn't get loose.
He heard Danny and Randy talking a bit, but he wasn't really paying attention, at least not before Danny's voice rose in annoyance.
"That damn book, can't you turn it off or something?" Jake was truly confused by that sentence, why are he talking about turning off a book?
"I didn't even know we had a book with us!" Randy argued, just as Jake unzipped the entrance, by sticking his head into the tent, causing Danny and Randy to flinch in surprise. It was a three-person tent, but Jake's head did make the limited space a bit cramped.
"What are you talking about?" Jake said, laughing at their startled faces, "sorry didn't mean to scare you."
"I wasn't scared." Danny huffed, "I was surprised, there's a difference." Jake just smirked.
"And I was talking about Randy's book." Danny answered nodding towards the Nomicon. The book was flashing with red lights.
"Weird," Jake commented.
"Sure and annoying." Danny said, as he covered the book with a blanket.
Jake noticed that Danny and Randy was now wearing dry clothes and for a moment he felt a bit jealous, sure the cold didn't bother him, but being cold and wet in the middle of a storm wasn't exactly pleasant.
"So," Jake began, wanting to get his mind off the storm, "you don't remember the Nomicon, Randy?"
"No, not really," he answered thoughtfully, "So it is mine?"
"Yeah, it's some old book you were weirdly fond of." Danny remarked indifferently.
"I was?" Randy seemed lost in thoughts, while he stared at where the book was.
"Anyway, we didn't have much luck returning your memory today, but I'm sure we'll get there tomorrow." Danny said, changing the topic.
"As long as it doesn't involve flying." Randy said.
"You never know." Danny shrugged. Randy just scowled.
"I'm hungry," Jake suddenly announced, "What did you guys buy?"
"Two seconds." Danny dove into the bag next to him, "ugh, typical, the dinner was in the bag that Randy dropped," he sighed, "not that I'm blaming you or anything." He quickly added.
"What's in that then?"
"The breakfast and some marshmallows." Danny answered, while he looked in it.
"Well, it isn't really a good weather to roast sausages or marshmallows in anyway and we brought breakfast so it would last for two day, right?" Randy said.
"I guess it's fine then, we can go to the town again tomorrow, it's not like we're too busy." Danny shrugged.
Danny took the breakfast from the bag, he handed Randy a packet of sausages and began opening a packet of buns himself.
They spend the night talking and eating, neither of them minded the storm, not even Jake, who was practically lying outside except for his head.
After a while, they decided to sleep. Jake left his head in the tent, at least this way his head would remain dry.