This first chapter starts historic to through many scenes of PAW Patrol, few OCs, and grief. Sorry for this fanfic to be longer.
Hundred years ago*
History of dragons weren't perceived during 20th century, that whoever determined them were forsaken. Nonetheless they are to tell it as nightcaps to children, if soon the children grew and say they're a myth; and it provoked those dragons back in the day. Some writers fabulated dragons, but first they used the names in vain given by a man who wore a shredded cassok, Bardib Patel. He was a prisoner to those dragons encamped at the hillock boulders, often tied to the log leaned on a topside lair where the leader of dragons lived, Kelundaar.
He began his journey across the woods, where he placed the boat in an early day, which he thought to give witness in another country after a discourse given in Barkingburg. Eerily the sounds in nightfall of the sky roared, dragons flew from west. Though he fled a few and was caught to their reach then declared they're like to a dragon in the book of Revelation. Slensil was an auburn red dragon with gold glowing eyes; and the testimony of dragon's skirmish is written that Slensil had an extensive tail to curl it around Bardib as a rebellion to keep him alive. He convinced all dragons to enquire how dragons came to being, that dragons had to report onto Kelundaar what the side dragon wanted from the man who knew the age of dragons in the book.
It is written that Kelundaar was blackish and squamous, and none could bear him in times of his destruction upon Barkingburg. Slensil urged the leader to spare Bardib in which he said Bardib was different and faithful to the words; the words Bardib read mentions a serpent is subtle and temptatious, and soon remolded into a dragon studied in Revelation. Kelundaar bid the dragons to be uncaring to Bardib as was tied, and to be travelled with when they soar. Incessantly, the red dragon sought for foods and clean waters so Bardib eaten and drunk.
Bardib understood what these dragons were saying and imagining what was their plan, to destroy the towns of Barkingburg. It is written that when the town was in ruin, the dragons wanted Bardib dead. He was spared by getting across a brook in the moors in sunset because Slensil allowed him, and his testimony that was written said he saw in those eyes of Slensil saying he loved him brotherly before he left back into the woods. The scribe who wrote the book, Desires of Breath, had described Bardib Patel a man of God: scraggy beard, pearly eyes, and his household didn't take or rename any offspring. The name "Bardib" is obsolete and antique for Barkingburg to renown.
To the dragons, Kelundaar and Slensil with them have migrated; and to few they are left when Kelundaar said he'd return. And he was never heard from them again. To the other book, dragons agonized Barkingburg, taking domination there lasted a month, and for such Kelundaar had the upper hand. Laurence, a youth, is written as a hero, and though anonymously written; and is said of rescuing the people few by few. From concealing them in a dungeon, said it ends with him and the people fighting dragons by catapults.
The dragons took flight because the people struck and lurk, not for Kelundaar to subsist there longer to cause dragons to succumb. Kelundaar became bleak, took every broods he had against Slensil's betrayal; and came forth to him for his revolts, then gave him death. Mighty that he saw himself bear the risk of his certain numbers, he told them to remain in the hillock, and he left.
To Barkingburg was the people alive and at renewal, many houses ruined, the majesties and their princes ordered; from which no one knew a miraculous time of Bardib who escaped and returned home, he obtained to answer his captivation in a dragon's base after five days. Then the people assembled to renovate their houses, and from that day, few dissolved to recover and heed Bardib in the chapel. When writers fabulated a dragon's name and is spoken and raised, that angered dragons from how few heard at the edge of Barkingburg, and weren't plying to attack but to be hidden until their dragon who foretold he will return. Rebellious were the dubieties who refused to believe Kelundaar is still alive.
Century later*
The PAW Patrol is closed, there were hierarchies who outranked their services. Now grown pups and Ryder laid still and rallied without causing efforts to attract officers or founders to close them again. They are shirked in the Lookout because they yearn one another's association, so there were others who appreciated their partnership; even if they don't heave in sight to rescue, parts of hierarchies leave them. Mayor Stevenson took them out of company and replaced them with hierarchies, thanks to Newark who falsely preceived them being nonsense, and separated them into five countries. But Rubble remained with few friends there in Adventure Bay as five pups including Ryder dispersed, which Ryder travelled with Chase and found his parents.
As they broke into five countries with six members, Rocky was assigned to live at Clacton.
Skye lived at Abingdon.
Chase lived at Durnatel.
Zuma lived at Southwold.
Marshall lived at Firebend.
In those five countries, they lived in mutiny and corresponded at times, that they tried living with them while being despondent: they couldn't get used to them because they were odd to inhabit, and Rocky was the one who pressured them to stay alive by letters. The dogs and Ryder lived sparsely through winter, then Newark realized how wrong to separate them then reunited them, starting with Rocky because others enticed and mutined their land.
After reunion to the Lookout, they began recovery. But recovery weren't a fit for them, and are ruptured when Ryder departed to live with parents at Durnatel, then Chase and Rocky are left in charge to tend and lead the PAW Patrol. Ryder visits them every few months, and they tried to persuade him to stay and care for them; but to the members outside renounced and lived their own lives while rescuing. It has been three years since they rendered and reformed, that is unlike severance during winter, and all six dogs were still living at the Lookout.
At the Lookout*
Where all five defied Rocky at Ryder's garage, mustered with Marshall in idea to sneak up the roof of a hypermarket, and laid align to sightsee multiple lights across Adventure Bay, seeing how Mayor Stevenson built them in supplements. Feeling indignant at how dogs ignored him, Rocky mostly remained noiseless as they wrapped arms and viewed the dusk with stars elevated. "Our days of rescuing is lost; we can't defame Stevenson or his board members," he said down in his mouth. "Things can't go back but will come differently."
"I feel you, too," Marshall said, and they murmured sadly. With that emotion shown, being bogged down to rest, Rocky pressed his snout to his arm, throat prickled, and had tears. It turned out right when Rubble said next to him, "The best part is that we're all together, again," and patted his shoulder. It'd relieved Rocky. He sniffled and wiped himself. "Thanks, Rubble." All of them went quiet, stared at the dark and towers suggested by Stevenson. Their eyesight spot the captain's boat, two cousins assisted the hierarchies in carrying boxes shipped forth and returned, boxes abundantly brought to five stations.
Chase jolted when he saw eyes spot them, he got up and said, "We need to go back; I don't want them to find us near their property." They were surprised and confused but needed to avoid allocation, sprung forward with Chase as he fled and climbed down the roof. They followed Chase, surged fear perceptibly, on the narrow sandy path coursing them northwest, and came home.
At Barkingburg*
Jaxson needed to arrive at the palace, but he awoke from his farm at north. So he'd dress in breeches, and hand on the staff. He'd wayfared through the lofty mountain, came across a path through a rivulet, then few miles he saw two colonnades. A bug tripedally crawled to his hand on a staff, he struck it off then seen on his chest. He dropped the staff in shock as to remove little bugs off his chest, relieved and took the staff to continue. On a way through the pathway, it was bounteous in fields of purple lupines and lilacs, yellow daffodils and coreopsis. Lines of trees in both sides, he heard nature whistle in welcome and farewell. Jaxson set foot in Barkingburg, strode to the castle and got acknowledge.
"Welcome, nephew," a man with bronze hair said. "I'm an assistant for you to the Princess. Glad for you to join." He beckoned him to the center, a convention wasn't to start without him and other kins.
Other nobles were arriving, Jaxson was to wait. His stomach growled and throat was edgy, though he had to be patient until some of her kinsfolk came. He is able to drink wines or water instead of eating, and wouldn't forbid himself with the Princess in entourage. Heels ached from wayfaring, it is what he's used to, except that he gets secluded; barely obtains friends but is secluded soon. "You're welcome to stay here, Jaxson," the Princess shrugged. "None of us aren't meant to be alone. It is archaic to say that two are better than one: that is to say family and friends. Don't you think?"
"Yeah, I think," he lied. Both of them serened in the hallway, chain mails stood as ghosts, but there were hall lights. "Though I consider the PAW Patrol. What about them? I thought they were to stay here, you knighted them."
"They worry about home," she replied. "I did it because I hate how we have to be without dogs. I include Sweetie but one isn't enough, I like how cute they are and loyal they've been. Someday, they'll be here."
Sitting still in the throne room was nuisance, sun beamed through the window and reflected the hallway, and the meeting is attained of two boys and one girl. Through all the talk, Jaxson fluttered his palm, hands compress to ease itches, and fingers prod and scratch. The Princess overstated protection and administration of home, long it took to alternate of another to tell. Others talked of tilling grounds, maintaining animals, and trading goods. Until the Duke of Flappington with Claw arrived, and Jaxson was hinky of why the Duke didn't bring his eagle.
"Hello, cousin," the Duke said in a flat tone. "This may seem worse for us to rein in your meeting. Perhaps I came to make a bargain. No schemes." Jaxson, Sonny, Rio, and Aurelia crudely stood for his arrival.
"You're no welcome here anymore, cousin," she scolded. "You and your dog caused enough trouble to be exiled. Leave, and don't come back."
"Surely there's one more grace in your heart you'd spare. I'm here with no mind, neither to Claw, and I'm unarmed. This would be a last visit, before I absent myself. Please, let me stay for a while."
"If you're reprieved." The Princess gestured that it is clear so four sat down, but the Duke smiled askew before to sit.
The sun is setting down after it'd lit through the left hallway, kins' reunion were off, the Princess was sick. Aurelia, a girl with maroon hair, came near in concern. "Are you all right, Princess?" Though the Princess just said she feels sick, ready to vomit. She fell and Aurelia caught her, Aurelia called the Earl to fetch her and asked if she'll be informed. Worried, Aurelia softly bit her fingernail before she exit with kins. But she came afront of the Duke and asked, "What is happening with the Princess?"
"I don't know," he cringed. "What's happening? That, I don't know. She might've had something foul everybody likes, sometimes it makes them unwell, that's why she's feeling sick. Like I said, I don't know."
The Earl was worried at daybreak, wondering why the Princess didn't move. He checked that her mouth was open, tilted her face so he'd hear if she's breathing. She wasn't. She's dead. The Earl sat besides her corpse; motionless, thoughtless, lifeless, and covered his mouth to mourn quietly.
Through three days of lament, Sweetie sat in her bedchamber: silent, grumpy, and aggrieved. The Earl wanted them to be recovered, but when he came— "I don't need you here!" she darted her livid neon purple eyes at him. She plaintively sobbed, and the Earl sat behind her to frover grief. "I don't know what am I going to do. I feel like I should leave."
"But I don't want you to leave," he assured her, and whispered to her ear, "I want to enthrone you." Sweetie was overpowered and looked at him. Are dogs allowed to be enthroned? "Why could I be the queen? Aren't there anybody to be instead of me?"
"You've grown fond of her," he said, removed his hand from soothing. "You learned how she led Barkingburg, you'd be suitable. I, and others would count on you. I tell you, if you don't know the process, let us teach you or request. Because you can't do it alone; you'll need friends or bloodlines. Are you our queen?"
Thoughts of keeping Barkingburg got her anxious, except she had to obey some words. She sniffled and tried to steadily say, "Yes, I will be queen."
