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After the children had proven their skills before the guardians inside the Palace, five long years passed by. The hazardous, barely-livable troll homeland was struck by a ravaging, torrent of a storm every year, forcing all from royalty to beggars to cower to the safety of their homes, while in the dragon realms they endured a few months of cold at the most. By this time Dara and Aventus had grown just as big as their mother and father when they were shackled, however they had grown about five times larger as when they had defeated Malefore and saved the world. To this day, Dara and Aventus can use their elements almost without effort: Wind and Fear, and it would be this day that Aventus and Dara and would graduate in the Guardian's Palace. Unfortunately for Gavrin, the fact that he is the son of the notorious, animalistic, cold-blooded general Vaulta was enough for him to be rejected at age 15, thinking he is a similar monster, while the other children received the honor of participating in the academy.
While Spyro and Cynder slumbered on their fur, tails wrapped around one another's and Spyro's head on her neck, Dara and Aventus watched from the door, smiles on their faces. Aventus whispered to Dara a devious wakeup call for their parents. She giggled in response and the two crept towards their snoring parents. Aventus began to sensually lick his mother on the neck, causing her to moan and kick her hind legs, thinking it was her purple life-mate, as it was always Spyro's method of waking her. Dara began to gently nip her father on the neck, working her way up to his snout. There, she began to plunge her tongue in and out of his mouth, making out with him. Spyro began to moan the name of his dragoness and kick his hind legs, tenderly making out with Dara, not realizing it's his daughter.
"C-Cyn," he stuttered.
Cynder awoke and began to tilt her head in various ways, thinking it was Spyro who was licking her all over the face "Morning, Spy."
"Good morning, my silky smooth draggy," Said Aventus with a giggle
Her sons voice bought her into reality "Aventus!" screeched Cynder.
Spyro opened his eyes and his faced turned malicious at the sight of his daughter at his snout. He spat her out and shouted, "Dara!"
Aventus and Dara rolled on the floor laughing, fearing their stomachs would burst "You...You actually thought I was dad, mom?!" Aventus laughed
"That was beyond disgusting Dara! How would you feel making out with your own daughter?!"
"If-if I was a dike, I-I-I wouldn't mind," she giggled
"Me and Dara came to wake you up, honey," teased Aventus "It's our graduation day and you guys are dreaming about baking cookies. Shame on you."
Spyro and Cynder sighed angrily and rose to their feet, stretching out like canines and cracking all over. Dara climbed up her father's tail and laid on his back and Aventus did the same with their mother
"Come on, mom," moaned Aventus angrily, "We're graduating today. Some parents you are-sleeping in on such a day."
"Urg. Fine!" Surrendered Cynder aloud.
"Yeah!" Dara and Aventus shrieked in unison as they dismounted their parents and ran ahead of them, down the stairs and out the door
"Wait for us!" ordered Spyro.
Aventus was cackling sinisterly and Dara was giggling weakly as she and her brother ran through the street. Spyro and Cynder were forced to run after their children as they rushed towards the Guardians Palace.
At the very time the heroes and their children awoke, Gavrin slumbers on a tear-soaked bed, having cried his heart out, being rejected by the academy the previous day. He was sobbing, while his fellow classmates became honorary servants of the Valdin Kingdom. They would become Zeppelin helmsmen, commandos, even colonels to the queen. He couldn't get the raspy, senile voice out of his head, the one of the teachers, when he said, "Gavrin, you take pride being an insufferable know-it-all." He expected all the other pupils to say that, but not him.
Valari opened the door and gazed at him lying on his bed "Aww," she said feeling sorry for her son "My poor boy. So what if he cannot graduate. He's not hurting anybody." She approached him and ripped away the covers, causing him to groan waking from the rush of cold air.
"Ah, ma," he complained, wrapping his pillow around his head, "There's no reason for me to get up. Now go away."
"But your lady-friend, Ninana, is waiting for you on the walkway. She says she wants to see you, baby." She said in an attempt to cheer him up.
Gavrin eyed his mother joyfully "She's here?"
"Yes," She then pointed a hand at the male manakin at the corner of the room, bearing his day cloths "So get dressed. She's waiting on the walkway bridge."
Gavrin removed himself from the bed and lively approached the manakin. He then ripped off his PJs and put on his midnight purple leather overcoat and trousers and his leather shoes. He then hastily brushed his long troll hair before a mirror. His mother watched in astonishment; he had never gotten ready so fast for anyone or anything.
"You know, Gavrin, you're a general's son. I don't see why you'd wanna graduate and be like the other troll teens-helmsmen, guards and commandos...nothing special."
"Yeah but I wanted to be normal, ma, not the son of the greatest, most ruthless general alive, Vaulta Stone-Fist."
"Please try and avoid your father. He's in a worse mood than usual." She said watching him as he faced the mirror still working on his hair.
"I won't go to the queen's bed then." he joked
"I mean it!" She growled. "Ever since he woke up this morning, he's been acting all moody; threatening to beat people to a pulp, even going as far as to talk about denouncing you as his son."
He rolled his eyes at her. "What's new? Sometimes I don't even know if I'm his son."
"You are, nothing will change that, but he wasn't always like this, Gavrin. He was my dream man when I met him: Healthy as a Scurvywing and sweet as apple pie." She lowered her head to gaze into her lap as tears began to fall. "Then he was promoted from colonel to general and slowly became the monster he is now, cold and heartless." Gavrin had finished his hair and approached the door. "Please, just promise me that you'll stay away from your father and the queen and the other generals." She pleaded a few tears rolling down her face.
Gavrin turned to her with a smile. "General Dr. Henshin isn't that bad. He invites me into the laboratory and shows me all the jarred fetuses and brains and paralyzing poisons he's working on, plus he assisted my birth didn't he?"
Valari held herself and trembled, recalling the most beautiful and disgusting sight she had ever witnessed and endured at the hands of the abnormal doctor/general. "He did," she nodded, "and he fixed me downstairs from the damage...but he's creepy. Promise me you'll stay clear of the lot of 'em," she pleaded.
"Will do," He promised in a single breath, pushing open the door, "bye, ma." Gavrin then ran through the halls of the palace tower his family stayed. When a general proves his loyalty to Enola, they are permitted to stay inside the palace's right tower. The halls were decorated by suits of ancient troll armor and swords on the walls, and a red carpet ran the length of every hall.
Guards passing by bowed their heads to him. "Young Stone-Fist."
"Morning." He replied to them. Before long, Gavrin made it to the door leading to the bridge to the grand tower of the palace.
Leaning on the railing was his pale-skinned, black-haired female friend, surprisingly dressed in the leather armor and transparent hood of the guards as well as the katana on her belt.
At the sound of footsteps, Ninana turned and rushed over to embrace him tightly. "Gavrin!" She shrieked. She began to squeeze him too passionately, causing him to choke a bit from her tight embrace.
"It's good to see you too," He said in a raspy tone, barely breathing, "but you're squeezing me too hard!"
"Oops." She giggled as she set him free to catch his breath. "Sorry. The queen's commandant has me working out with the other guards. They have a great gym."
"You're a guard now?" He questioned looking at her.
"Yeah," She nodded passionately, "There are only a couple hundred guards working for the queen." She then approached him and playfully bit him on the voice box, causing him to yelp, gaining a giggle from her "So, why didn't you graduate again?"
He hung his head and shook it as he answered, "'Cause the teacher said I was an insufferable know-it-all and a monsters offspring. I swear trolls just get stupider as they get older."
"You poor thing. Don't listen to him. He's a pillow-biter anyway. 'Sides, they'd just make you a guard or a commando or something low-rank like that."
"Thank you, Ninana. You're my compass." Gavrin said as he hugged her, closing his eyes wishing he could sink into her. However, before long the sound of angry hollering reached his ears. Opening his eyes he looked to the palace's courtyard where a violent mob consisting of at least 100 humanoid creatures were bustling around and hollering. "Ninana! Look!"
The two separated and looked down at the violent mob below them. "They were afraid something like this would happen." She turned to Gavrin "We have to go convince the queen not to mow them down!"
"Why would she order the deaths of defenseless protesters?" he asked in astonishment looking at her.
"She's a monster. Now come on!" she said pulling Gavrin along entering the grand tower of the palace, searching for the throne room. They ran for a long ten minutes, down spiral stairs, through barely lit hallways, passing cloaked and armored guards, until eventually they stood before the mammoth doors of the throne room. The two looked through the keyhole and gazed at the scene of the queen conversing with General Vaulta, three of her armored guards, and surprisingly enough, General Dr. Henshin whom was already defending the protesters.
"Your majesty, you're not serious are you?!" He asked frantically, appalled by his queen's decision.
"Enough!" she shouted raising a hand to Henshin, silently dismissing him. The queen turned to her guards and pointed at them, her voice as cold and hard as steel. "You will shoot to kill. Start with the ring leaders, and if need be, shoot at the crowd."
Henshin stepped forward. "This is madness!" he cried out throwing out his arms.
Vaulta, as if knowing what the queen wanted him to do, leapt into the air, swung his entire being around, and kicked the Dr. general in the face. Blood erupted from his nose as he rolled on the floor before coming to a stop on his stomach, not moving.
The queen faced Vaulta with a smile "Thank you, general."
Ninana gasped as she and Gavrin burst through the doors, gaining the attention of all, including the injured Henshin, raising his head from his downed position.
The queen's face contorted into a cold malicious face, and put her hands on the arms of her throne "What are you pre-pubescent insects doing?!" she growled at them.
"You can't just mow down protesters!" cried Ninana stepping ahead of Gavin.
"They're unarmed," Gavrin piped in, sharing Ninana's emotions, "You could easily scare them off with tear gas."
"If a group of trolls can protest they can rebel. We take no chances." The queen turned to Vaulta "General," She then pointed to the children "Take your insufferable son and this novice guard to the war room. Keep them there until I decide what to do with them."
"Yes, my lady." He droned with a more generic, bass-like voice than he had when Gavrin was 10. He marched towards his son and Ninana, wrapping an arm around them both dragging them away.
"Da!" He cried out as Ninana whimpered in agony "She's manipulating you! Can't you see that?"
"She's the best leader our race has ever had," Vaulta said defensively of his queen.
Gavrin's face contorted into one that was sorrowful and shook his head "You're wrong," Gavrin said breaking out in tears with Ninana, "You're wrong!" By the time the children had finished crying and struggling, the throne room doors groaned shut with an echo at the end.
In the crowd of proud parents, Spyro and Cynder smiled with pride as their children approached the guardians. Both of them were even and collected, however the protective brother broke out in a cold sweat as they closed in. If Dara hadn't been holding tails with her brother, he would have fled.
"Such loyal and masterful siblings of Wind and Fear," Began Cyril, complimenting them, "This day, dragons, cheetahs and moles of Warfang, we congratulate Dara and Aventus, son and daughter of the Purple Dragon." Every one began to clap softly; dragons slapping their tails on the floor, save for Spyro and Cynder, slapping more passionately for their children.
It was at that moment that two moles carrying a long chest entered and put their load down between the teenage children and the guardians. They opened it, revealing two necklaces in the lavish fabric. One had a thin, solid silver chain and a pendant with the symbol of wind. The other had a solid gold chain and a red pendant with a skull symbol. The moles then put the wind necklace on Dara and the Fear necklace on Aventus. "These necklaces represent your mastery of your element. May the stars watch over you both." Upon the completion of the ceremony the crowd erupted into a roar of cheers for the young dragons.
Volteer then piped up in his usual tongue, "Such a glorious, joyful, amazing moment is complimented by music. All please follow us to the party room. Pianos and singing will brighten this day further!"
Everyone hollered in anticipation as the guardians led the proud parents, graduates and guests to the party room. There, a small circular band stage was organized with a set of drums and a grand piano. The shell-like wall behind it projected all the instruments' and singers' sound without a microphone, which only trolls in the Valding Kingdom have.
Gavrin and Ninana sat with their backs against the wall within the dark war room. They held each other tightly in fear, quaking from their terror, having been literally thrown into the room by General Vaulta.
"I can't believe the queen would order the death of civilians." Ninana whimpered into him.
"They may shoot the ringleaders, but not the entire mob." He said reassuringly rubbing her back.
"Then you don't know Enola Carmeleon." She sobbed into chest.
It was at that very moment that Vaulta and two cloaked guards entered, frightening the fearfully-quivering teenagers.
"Son, it's time for you to face the queen." He said directing coldly at his son.
Vaulta took his son as the guards seized Ninana, separating them. Eventually the guards held them before the queen on her lavish throne. Vaulta turned over his son to one of the guards and resumed his place standing beside her throne.
She stood up and approached the teenagers, her long cape dragging behind her. "You children disappoint me. Particularly you, Gavrin," She narrowed her eyes looking over him, "I allowed you to be born in my palace, my own doctor assisted your mother...I give you a home in one of my towers, and you dishonor your kingdom and even your species by aligning yourself with those protesters?" She said through clenched teeth. "I would mow down a million protesters before I let this kingdom die, and you can't go unpunished."
"Punish me then, not her." Gavrin pleaded trying to step forward slightly.
"You are no longer children, Gavrin, Ninana, and it's time I stopped treating you as such..." She replied her voice cold and smooth as marble.
"Da!" he cried out towards his father standing beside the queen's empty throne, "You can't let her do this!"
"Your 'da' is my servant." Enola cackled.
Shortly after, three guards came through one of the throne room's side doors with six troll civilians, their hands bound; the defenseless trolls yelped in agony as they were prodded by rifles.
Ninana and Gavrin stared in astonishment at the group of trolls. "What's this?!" Ninana asked facing the queen, her heart hoping that she was wrong.
Fearing the worst "You didn't-"
"No I didn't shoot the protesters. They're locked downstairs, under the guard's watchful eyes and rifles." She pointed a hand to the group. "These are the ringleaders of the violent mob. I am allowing you to make a choice, Gavrin. You will decide who out of the two choices who will live and who will die. The civilians," She said pointing a finger at the ringleaders. "Or this girl." She said leaning into her face, plaguing her nose with her repugnant breath. She stood up and continued. "If you cannot decide, then they will all be executed. Make your decision...NOW!"
One of the bounded ringleaders pleaded with Gavrin, tears in her eyes. "You cannot let us die, young Stone-Fist, please!"
Ninana then used her hand to make Gavrins frightened face her tearful one "Gavrin, you cannot let her kill innocents, I could never live with that. I'd eventually hang myself from the guilt and shame if I lived...Please...choose me." She said sobbing into his chest. "Choose me!"
His mind a fluster, he turned his head between the innocent group of protesters, and the possibly the only one in his life that understood him.
After five seconds, Ninana pleaded again, "There's only one choice you can make. It has to be me!"
After twenty seconds, the queen became impatient "Having trouble deciding? Well I'll make it even tougher. You have until I count to ten to decide." She said smirking slightly, looking at his pained actions.
"Ten." She began, pacing slowly, the sound of her shoes reverberating on the stone ground mixed in with the sounds of sobbing form both sides.
"Choose me!" Ninana Pleaded, her face broken from its normal luster and torn into the shape of sorrow, and depression.
"Nine" The queen continued.
"Please help us young Stone-fist! Please!" The protesters pleaded when not sobbing uncontrollably.
"Eight" She said walking back to her thrown enjoying the anguish that she was causing.
"Please, Garvin, there's no other way, you have to pick me." Ninana continued to plead holding onto him.
"Seven" The queen almost cackled listening to the distraught sounds coming from both parties.
The constant sound of the protesters and Ninana echoing around the large hall, along with the queen's counting put too much stress on him until finally he snapped.
"QUIET!" He shouted, effectively silencing the entire hall except for the slight echo of his own voice. Intrigued, the queen sat up in her thrown looking down at the young troll that she had destroyed, and was not gazing at the rubble. Hanging his head sobbing lightly, looking at the ground, feeling as if his world was crashing in large shards all around him, he made his decision.
"L…let the protesters…live." He said quietly, nearly a whisper, trying to hold onto the last piece of his world as it rocked back and forth, dangerously close to coming down, and destroying him.
"Thank you, Young Stone-fist, thank you!" One of the civilians cried aloud. "You're nothing like your father." Another called out to him, "Your selflessness will be known throughout Valdin!" promised another, all falling on deaf ears, only one person able to reach through to him as he stood there broken and close to shattering.
"Thank you Gavrin, you did the right thing. Thank you for setting them free." Ninana said through her sobs looking at him. Gavrin stood there sobbing, the piece slowly coming out of place. Ninana then softly kissed him on the cheek as the guard grabbed her by the arm pulling her away. Garvin reached out, holding onto her other arm the full length, trying to hold onto her in a vain attempt to save her. As their hands came in contact the last shard fell, and as soon as their contact ended the piece shattered right in front of him.
"Set the mob free." ordered Enola, grinning at the young troll that was now nothing more than a pile of dust. She was so gleeful that she began to chuckle, then it opened up into a full maniacal laughter.
The sound of laughter pulled Gavrin from his despair and instead gave birth to a single shard of life to hold onto. Forged from the rubble, coming out in a single emotion arose like a phoenix, in a lighting of blood red, and darker shades, bathing the shard into darkness and malice. Rage and hatred seethed from the young troll as he turned to the pair, the queen and his father.
"You… You both shall rue this day, and you shall pay for what you have done tenfold!" He cried shoving a finger at them, having to be held back by the guards as he pulled against their grip.
"That is something that I personally would love to see." The queen cackled before turning to Vaulta. "Take your son back to your penthouse in the tower, Vaulta. And lock him there. He's on house-arrest until further notice."
"With pleasure, mistress." He replied walking towards his son.
In the party room of the Guardians Palace, the other graduates tested out their singing abilities to their limits until sunset; some astonishing and others disappointing, or even intimidating. Before long it was Dara and Aventus's time to take appearance on the stage before the graduates, proud parents, and the other dragons attending.
If Dara hadn't been holding tails, she would have vomited purely from stage-fright as they began to holler and whistle as they entered the spotlight, anxious to see the twins of their heroes sing.
The piano began, the mole running his fingers across the keys skillfully before he began to play a piano line.
"On this graduation elemental completion celebration, please welcome, top of their classes, son & daughter of the saviors...Dara and Aventus!" Opened Volteer, gaining a joyful scream from the crowd.
That was all the encouragement the siblings needed to step to the edge of the stage. Dara was breathing heavily in panic.
Her emotions were channeled through Aventus, who gave her a playful bite on the neck, reassuringly, "You can do it, sis. You take the lead. I'll do backup."
The drummer jumped in as Dara licked his snout, silently thanking him before beginning to sing.
Author: Some of the words of the song may be changed a little to fit the story. Somebody to loveis owned by Queen, or any record company that holds their title. I in no way, shape, or form own this song.
"Time for some Bro/Sis Duet, eh Dara?" Chuckled Aventus looking over at her.
Dara nodded slightly before beginning surprisingly well for her shaky, unusually high voice, astonishing everyone.
Each morning I get up and die a little.
Can barely stand on my feet
She dropped out and Aventus jumped in,
Take a look at yourself in the mirror
And cry
Aventus allowed her to continue, her eyes closed to get in the mood,
Lord what are you doing to me?
I spent all my years in believing you
But I can't get no relief
Lord Somebody
Aventus jumped in,
Somebody
Dara continued,
Somebody
Aventus,
Somebody
The two sang, their voiced harmonizing,
Can anybody find me?
Aventus dropped out, leaving Dara to sing, holding a high note at the end,
Somebody to Lurv.
When she finished the note, Aventus shout-singed,
She works hard
Dara continued softly,
Ev-er-y day
Aventus shouted,
Everyday
Dara,
I work 'til i ache my bones
at the end
Aventus,
At the end of the day
Dara held a note at the end,
I take home my hard-earned pay all on my own
I go down
Aventus,
down!
Dara,
one my knees and I start to pray...'til the tears run down from my eyes
lord somebody
Aventus,
somebody
Dara,
somebody please
can anybody find me...
SOMEBODY TO LURV.
Aventus shout-singed,
She works hard
Dara, continued more softly,
Ever-ee-day
I try and I try and I try
She continued more husky and screamy,
But everybody wants to put me down
They say, I'm goin' crazy
They say I got allot of water in my brain
I got no common sense
She dropped out and left Avenus to continue for her,
She's got nobody left to believe in
The two pointed heir snouts to the ceiling and screamed,
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
.
The drums became more subtle and the mole began a stunning piano solo. He closed his eyes and faced the ceiling as he mimicked the guitar solo. He finished by slamming all of his fingers down, striking the keys furiously before coming to an end. It was a ruthless show, but still nice-sounding method for a pianist.
Dara began again, with way more confidence,
Ooh lord somebody
Aventus,
Somebody
Please
Dara,
can anybody find me...somebody to lu-ur-urv.
Aventus,
Can...anybody...find her...someone to love.
She continued alone,'
Got not feel I got no rhythm
I just keep loosing my beat.
But I'm OK
I'm alright
Aventus,
She's alright
Dara sang loudly and proudly,
I ain't gonna face no defeat
I just gotta get outa this prison cell
someday I'm gonna be free
LLLOOORRRD.
Aventus let her catch her breath and sang, lowly and subtle,
Find her somebody to love
Find her somebody to love
Find her somebody to love,
While her brother repeated those words, she began to sing again,
oh...ooh-ooh
Find me somebody somebody somebody to love
Anybody
Anywhere
I gotta find myself a little love
This part of the song was quite hard and they repeated their actions before the easy endin came
They sang, harmonizing,
Can anybody find me...
Aventus stepped aside and aloud ehr to sing towards the ceiling, holding a stunning note at the end,
Somebody tooooo...LURV!
She was so engrossed in the moment, showered by cheers, she didn't even know that she wasn't holding tails with her brother, who was at the other side of the stage
"That was amazing, sis!" praised Aventus.
When he rejoined her side and coiled tails with her she was amazed at them throwing flowers at them; their cheers resonating throughout the palace.
"Graduates and proud parents, please say goodnight to Dara and Aventus!" Volteer ordered, as the children and their parents left the party room, probably off to celebrate in their own fashion.
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Gavrin began to bang his head on the stony wall, blood erupting from his forehead and his vision blurring. His mother watched in terror, fearing for her son's physical and mental wellbeing, not knowing that he was already destroyed on the inside.
After he had nearly killed himself, he collapsed onto his bed and sobbed into the pillow. "Enola locked us the war room...and then she made me choose whether Ninana or the dozens of civilians should die. Ninana made me choose the civilians to live, and da? He just stood there, watching!"
Valari sat next to him on the bed with open arms. Her son leapt into her comforting embrace. "Son, I knew this day would come."
"What day?" He asked faintly, sobbing.
"The day...you would leave for the Dragon Realms." She said sadly rubbing his bloodied head lightly.
Gavrin looked his mother in the eyes in full shock from her statement.
"Yes, my son...Your da is beyond saving. I don't want you here anymore. It's too hostile in Valdin...The dragons'll will make a better life for you, troll or not." She said sobbing lightly looking down at her son for possibly the last time.
Gavrin shook his head misbelievingly, shaking off tears as he did. "No, ma...Dragons are hostile towards trolls. They'd kill me on sight."
She smiled and shook her head "Don't believe everything they filled your head with in the Enola Youth. Dragons are peaceful creatures; they're just protection their species. Give them no reason to harm you, my son, and they won't."
"But who will get me there in one piece? Leaving would mena I would have to face the guards, malicious creatures and gods know what else." He said trying to convince her to let him stay.
"I got help from an old friend that has known you since birth. He'd be more than happy take you there." She said wiping the tears from her eyes.
Gavrin's eyes grew wide looking at her. "You don't mean-"
Valari nodded, smiling at him.
"Dr. General Henshin?"
"Yes my son. You'll be in capable hands; mommy was in his capable hands when she had you, and now I trust him with you."
It was at that moment when the said one-eyed, broken Dr. /general entered the room without warning.
Gavrin let go of his mother and faced the Dr. /general. He was wearing his brown leathery overcoat and hood, as well as strapped boots. His belt contained his light, small, but famous Grublin-Mincer shot pistol and his iron-bladed cutlass with a brass hilt and guard.
"You're taking me away from here, Karl Henshin?" Gavrin asked looking at him.
"Yes I have." He proclaimed. "I've had enough of this armpit of a kingdom and the queen to last two lifetimes. Pack your things we're leaving as soon as you're ready."
Gavrin breathed in joyfully as he took a backpack from his coat-hanger and furiously filled it with extra cloths, cured beef, bandages and many other useful items. He gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and hugged her tightly before he almost ran out of the door with Henshin.
"Wait, my baby boy." pleaded Valari, calling back her son "You need something for your protection...let's just say It's a family heirloom."
She approached her dresser with the circle of light-bulbs and mirror, taking the lavish fabric and bottles of nail-polish and makeup off the counter of her dresser, revealing a small square beneath. She then took a knife and pried out the square of wood, exposing a compartment from which she took out a strange formation of gold chains and rings.
Gavrin stepped closer to get a better look. "What is this?" He asked examining the formation. Each ring had a midnight purple jewel and some fine, glowing red writing. It was impossible to read...but there were two symbols, one tornado-like symbol of silver and one red with a skeletal hand.
"This was crafted by your da's da. This was the very first thing your da gave me when we were teenaged lovers." Valari stated, recalling the moment as it flashed through her mind like a cinematic as she began to tell the story.
Vaulta was 16 and she was 19. He was a red-haired, healthy boy, she a beautiful girl, both still attending the Enola Youth at the time. His father, a masterful mage and studier of the dragons, gave Vaulta this strange object to present to Valari.
"My love," Vaulta began, in a heavenly voice compared to his present one, "if you ever find yourself facing dragons, this will be your sword and shield."
Valari then awkwardly put it on. two rings were on each finger and the golden chain linked them all to a wristband.
She rotated her hand and admired it for a few seconds before she embraced him. "It's beautiful."
She hung her head and sighed chuckling slightly. "Your da will never be that sweet again."
Gavrin put it on and wore it the same way she did all those decades ago. He then put his leather gloves on concealing it. "It's safe with me, ma. But when do I use it?"
"In the time of hopelessness in battle with dragons present. That's all I can tell you my boy...Now go!...Go!" She pleaded ushering him out the door.
Gavrin and Henshin then ran through the darkened halls, feeling as though they were rats inside a flooding sewer, desperate to leave the fortress-like palace.
Henshin lead him through the halls as though the Dark Master himself was behind them. When guards passed by, they slowed their pace.
"General Henshin." Bowed the guards when they passed.
"Good evening," He replied with, keeping Gavrin close.
After twenty minutes of this risky sneaking around and blending in they made it to the mammoth doors of the grand tower. The guards drew their swords and stopped the general and the teenage troll in their tracks
"What's the meaning of this, Henshin?!" They called out at his approach
"That's General Henshin to the likes of you miserable welps!" He growled at them.
"Gavrin Stone-fist," One of the guards said pointing a sword to the young troll beside him, "is supposed to be on room-arrest. How dare you bring him into the Grand Tower of the Palace."
Henshin then drew his cutlass and poised it at the one pointing at Gavrin. "I didn't expect a peaceful exit anyway," he said in a single breath. As one of the guards rushed at him, Henshin pushed Gavrin back. "Gavrin, behind me!" He ordered, as he barely blocked the blow. He continued to block the guard's attacks until one of them was exhausted. Upon seeing the fatigue Henshin kicked him twice, gaining grunts of agony, before he swung his entire being around and kicked the guard in the side of the face, snapping his neck. The other guard drew his pistol and was about to avenge his fellow guard when Henshin leapt up, swinging himself around and kicked the gun from his hand, sweeping the now-helpless trolls arms away, before plunging his sword into his gut, blood spilling out of his abdomen and back. As he pulled out his sword, the now dead guard fell to the floor, blood quickly pooling out of his wounds. He then took his sword and sheathed it back onto his hip.
"That, Gavrin, is what a troll general can do." Henshin said proudly going to the heavy door between them and the outside.
"That…was...INCREDIBLE!" Gavrin called out looking up at him in astonishment.
He was in the process of lifting the heavy beam on the doors when he turned head to Gavrin, "Shh! You'll have the entirety of the tower guards after us." He said sharply. When the general removed the beam he kicked the doors open "They'll be all over us soon anyways and I dunno how were gonna leave this godforsaken continent."
Gavrin went wide eyed as an idea came t mind. "Oh, I know...My Scurvywing, Star, is being kept in the Gutstone Stables. She's a smart beast. She's loyal beyond words...if we can just reach her."
"A Scurvywing? Brilliant!" Proclaimed the general, before he and Gavrin vanished into the crashing down rain and marble-sized hail, that shattered and crackled on their coats.
Spyro and Cynder took their children to the Winking Wyvern Inn for a gourmet meal. They sat at a circular table in the corner. Having finished their amazing meals the parents had flagons of gin, while their children had apple ale, all lapping at their beverages eagerly. Dara however had her eyes on some of the male dragon graduates at the bar being served by a golden mole.
"What's so interesting, sis?" her twin brother asked.
"Do you...do you think I'll ever meet the right male?" She asked bashfully looking down at her paws.
"Of course Dara." Cynder reassured her daughter.
"Definitely!" Spyro piped in. "A dragoness could be the instrument of doom, be ugly as oblivion and still be able to get mated." He chuckled, causing Cynder to bite his shoulder hard.
"Spy!" She turned to her trembling daughter again, smiling kindly "You'll find a mate, Dara."
"For-for true love, mom?" she asked, eyeing her mother concernedly.
"When mating season comes, Dara, you'll definitely find a male to have fun with," Spyro reassured his daughter. "But if you lay his eggs though, make sure he's going to be your life-mate, or I'll have to come around and threaten him to." He laughed, causing Cynder slap him hard with her tail across his head "Ahh! Cyn, that hurt!" He groaned, rubbing his head.
"Your daughter is insecure as it is." Cynder said, eyeing him maliciously.
She shed a tear as she eyed the distant males. "You mean...it would be all for mating and reproduction...not love? That's...awful."
"You shouldn't have a problem finding a kind-hearted male, Dara. Look at your mother and me." Spyro said gesturing to himself and Cynder.
"Yea, but you and mom had to be shackled to each other to realize you're the perfect match. What are the odds of that ever happening to me?" She asked sorrowfully looking at her parents.
While the parents and children conversed, Terrador entered the Inn with a fearful look in his eyes. He wormed his way through the crowd ad stood before the family, astounding them "Spyro, Cynder, Kids, you need to come at once to the palace." He said, his voice reflecting his face.
"Why, Terrador?" Asked Cynder looking at him curiously.
He looked around, making sure nobody was eavesdropping, before he craned his head down to them, swallowed lightly and said unsteadily: "Trolls, they've been spotted on Munitions Forge. They seem to be building factories and mining iron and steel."
"Now the trolls are Munitions Forge! The bastards." cursed Aventus, listening intently to the conversation.
"Spyro, Cynder, you're needed in our airborne assault against them." Terrador said looking at them for their affirmation if they were going to help.
Spyro and Cynder went wide-eyed at the order.
"But what about Dara and Aventus?" Spyro questioned looking at the guardian.
Terrador smiled down at them slightly. "Well if you'd like, they could come along and get their first taste of real action."
Aventus went wide-eyed and jaw-hung, before he turned to Dara. "Sis, we get our first taste of action!"
She smiled weakly "As long as you're there brother, I'll do my best."
Cynder eyed Terrador and her children concernedly. "I don't think Dara and Aventus would be able to face the trolls, Terrador."
"Don't worry, Cynder," He reassured, "we'll be there along with four of my best Earth Dragon warriors; superior numbers will promise their safety."
I would like to thank Sypher597 for editing. He is almost as good as Iceclaw14, who was my best. Please check out tehir stories when you get the chance.