~~A Tribe of Dumbasses~~

Characters in the spotlight currently:

[Spyro & Cynder, Dara & Aventus, Prince Zakan, Gavrin Stone-Fist, Karl Henshin.]

Tell me if I should include another.

Also, I lie to explain the way I write action scenes. First, I explain the first battles by each swing of the sword and I do the next few with just a few short sentences. It makes sure my readers aren't choking on action scenes.

Oh and in the previous chapter, I forgot to describe what the Courageous Minge looks like. I will in this chapter.

Message to all reader: My other stories have hit pause. But I will not abandon them completely. I just think thise story's much better than my others. Isn't it?

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As the sun began to rise over the land, Gavrin and Hesnhin ride Star over the clouds and towards Tall Plains. By reaching Tall Plains, they have already escaped the queen...for inside her palace or inside the continent she rules, you are her prisoner.

Henshin was admiring Star's steady flight. She hardly flapped at all, and when she did, it was an easy flap and not a hard one. An incredible flight for the weight she was carrying-the two trolls and their weaponry and armor. "Star flies more steadily than a Wind Dragon."

"Thanks," Gavrin thanked as he gave her a stroke on the fur, "I supervised her training myself. If I weren't there, she would mutilate the trainer."

"So beautiful, yet so feisty."

Gavrin spots several tower-like cliffs, each saturated with living trees and some even had waterfalls. They were draped in fluffy clouds "Tall Plains," he whispered in astound and joy.

"Wassat, Gavrin?"

He pointed to Tall Plains "We've made it to the Dragon Realms! We're no longer Enola's prisoners!"

As the two stared with amazement and joy at the cliffs, they felt as though they were born again and their life in Valdin Marsh didn't even count "I've waisted myself in the queen's service."

"Why didn't ma move here before she had me?" Gavrin asked himself "Valdin is an armpit in comparison." He then climbed over and gave Star a kiss on her neck "We've made it, Star!"

Star screeched joyfully in response.

"I forgot to pack snacks for the trip, Gavrin. We should hunt."

"Gotcha," Gavrin agreed, clutching his growling belly.

When they came to a landing in a small clearing, they dismounted Star and they began to search for food, maybe a fruit tree or they could shoot a hare. Star didn't have to be tied up like a typical dreadwing, and followed them.

As she walked, she suddenly halted and passionately sniffed in all directions, gaining the attention of her master "What do you smell, girl?"

After a few seconds of sniffing, she finally yelped and took flight "Star! Wait!" She was out of sight within seconds.

"She'll come back wont she?" Karl asked concernedly

"Yeah, she never takes off for long."

All hope was restored as she screeched back into sight. She was carrying a limp creature in her talons. As she came in for landing before them, they saw it as a wild boar.

"You clever girl!" Gavrin praised as she dropped it just before them and landed. She screeched as if to say, 'Master, look! I'm feeding us.'

"Smart, feisty, but loyal," examined Karl. He and Gavrin began to haul the dead boar, "Let's cook this thing up. I'm starvin'."

Over the skies of Munition Forge, in the smoke of Boyzitbig, Spyro and Cynder are chased by the Courageous Minge.

It was a gigantic craft with canons on the sides. The balloon had shark-like fins. It had two engines mounted on the side of the balloon and two on the gondola. It hade over a dozen decks. Like most of the zeppelins in the Valdin Kingdoms's collection, it had chainmail and steel scales protecting it's balloon. It's color scheme was an evil dark red, black detailing.

Their children, the guardians and the Earth Dragons hold their ground against the dreadwings it launched. They can only hope the guardians can keep their children safe. They would return to aid them, but they would lead the Courageous Minge to them and only make things worse.

Tracer bullets kiss and snap past them as they try their best to dodge them.

Cynder then spots a tunnel in the side of one of the mountains "Spy, look! A cave!" She and her life-mate flap vigorously towards it. When they made it into the cave, the gunners fired madly into it, desperate.

"Bring us around 90 degrease and ceil the tunnel with the canons!" ordered Zakan. The helmsman spun the wheel and the massive craft turned. It's canons all faced the tunnel "Fire!" When each canon was fired, the entire craft drifted sideways from the recoil. Each round truck the outside and innards of the cave. Spyro & Cynder ran for their lives s\deeper into the tunnel as rocks rained down around them. The two managed to leap and avoid the crush of a boulder which sealed the tunnel behind them...They were trapped. Spyro desperately examined the log for an opening or wriggle-room.

Cynder thought he had lost his mind when he began to claw at it "Spy, stop. It's no use."

"What about Dara and Aventus?! We can leave them to the mercy of the Courageous Minge and Prince Zakan." He approached his dragoness for a nuzzle.

Cynder happily gave him a tender nuzzle, "They're brave and strong, Spyro. The guardians wont abandon them." She finished up be giving him a lick on the snout. "We gotta find a way outa here. Follow me. Usually, these caves have more than one entrance."

The guardians, the children and Terrador and his Earth Dragons flew in a tight arrow formation in order to stand a chance against the swarm of dreadwings.

Luckily, dragons were must faster and maneuverable than their batty adversaries and their trigger-happy riders. As they put the enemy to their tails, the dragons dive and gain speed and distance from the dreadwings. They then come group split in two: Terrador and his Earth Dragons went one way and the others went the opposite. This confused the dreadwings and their riders. The dreadwings pursued the Earth Dragons...all of them...a big mistake, for the other guardians and the children were on their tail. When the trolls began to fire at Terrador and his companions, Volteer produced three electrical missiles, which whirled through the sky for a few seconds before striking and shocking three of the creatures and their riders to death. The riders were dispersed and they all plummeted to their deaths. This caused the dreadwings to scatter in panic...another huge mistake to make at the mercy of the dragons.

While all else made their own way of initiating the creatures, Dara & Aventus pursued the one with a red-uniformed rider and glistening chain armor: the leader. Aventus fires of a barrage of fearful missiles, which screamed towards the leading dreadwing rider. He barrel-rolled and the missiles exploded when they missed him and ran out of energy. Dara then tried to consume him in her grasping Wind, but couldn't produce one strong enough...she did however slow him down and they got hotter on his tail.

Dara got an idea from that, and turned to her brother, "Aventus, I'll slow him down, you fill him with fear, we-"

"Eat his heart?" he cut her off, "I lurv that idea!"

Dara then waited until both her own and her brothers mana was plentiful, and then produced a Wind that held him and slowed him down. This gave Aventus a short window of opportunity to fill him with fear. He unleashed screaming red smoke, which caused his dreadwing to hover and the leader to tremble. Aventus then swooped down and got th troll by his long hair in his jaws. The trolls screamed in agony as Aventus held him, hovering. This gave Dara a chance to swing her entire being around, and slit his throat with her tail scythe as she flew by. The troll gargled to death, his dreadwing fled, and Aventus dropped him 1000 feet to the ground.

The victorious guardians and Earth Dragons were approaching, witnessed the swift and painful execution the children performed.

"That was brilliant kill, children," complimented Cyril, "Spot on hair-grabbing and swift and painful slicing. Leathery, two-legged bastard deserved it!"

"Yes, I've trained many worriers from 20-days-old, but none quite as graceful, maneuverable, and perfectly synchronized as this brother sister pair. Not in all my centuries," added Volteer in his usual tongue.

"Impressive kill, younglings," Terrador concluded the praising.

Dara and Aventus looked each other with pride "We're the best brother sister team ever!" Aventus shrieked. The joy and pride was purged by the fact that their parents were pursued by the Courageous Minge.

"W-w-what about Mom and dad?!" cried out Dara.

"Fear not," reassured Cyril with weak enthusiasm, "That vaginally-named zeppelin and its poofy prince is no match for your parents."

Cyril was so overwhelmed by enthusiasm, he didn't hear the faint roaring of the Courageous Minge's engines coming from behind him and the guardians

Dara and her brother could see the balloon and nose of the craft emerging from the smoke "Sp-sp-sp...speaking of which!" Dara screamed.

All turned to face the craft and all their hope was drained at the sight of it.

Prince Zakan was giggling sinisterly as he put the microphone to his mouth. He finally spoke, "Surprise," and his voice was amplified to that of a female troll "Oh shit," he cursed as he began turn nobs, flick switches and pull sliders.

All stared in confusion as they heard the rustling on the speakers of the princes actions "The prince is a girl?" asked Aventus

When the prince had finally turned off the feminine voice equalizer, he spoke up, "Surprise! I have eliminated the two heroes. Ma will be pleased with me!"

The children's hearts were about to tear, and tears spilled from their eyes at the thought of their parents dead

"Take no heed to his words, children! Your parents wouldn't fall to a mere zeppelin!" shouted Cyril.

"Prince Zakan!" called out Terrador.

"Erm. Ee-yeah-ess?" he asked mockingly into the crude microphone.

"What have you done with Spyro and Cynder?!"

"They...have parted," he giggled sinisterly, "Part of them here, part of them there, and part of them staining the ceiling," he unleashed an evil cackle, gaining gaps from the children, and a growl from Terrador

"Why, you insolent, two-legged leathery bastard!" Terrador began tot charge towards the Courageous Minge, before two of his Earth Dragons blocked his path

"No Terrador!" one of them warned.

"Do not loose your head, my friend. That's what he wants," warned Cyril

"I don't know what he wants, but he's asking for a nice big tail up his ass!" Terrador cursed

"Ooh Jackpot!" the prince laughed, gaining weird looks from his two helmsmen, who looked at each other as if to say, 'What...a...fag.'

"Time for you and your mother to pay! On me!" Terrador and his Earth Dragons roared towards the Courageous Minge. The others were forced to join them, even the children. Terrador and two of his Earth Dragons became green wrecking balls and, attacking from the side, rolled across the deck, splintering the floor boards and crushing dozens of crewmen and rail-mounted guns. When they rolled overboard at the other side, they ceased and returned to flight. Under the zeppelin, Volteer began to electrocute the gunners on the belly guns. Being a master of Electricity, he could fry the lot of them at once...and he did. His electricity breath set off a few barrels of gunpowders which created gaping holes in the belly and gunners plummeted to their deaths. Though they were monstrous explosions, they were only pin-pricks, due to the size of the craft.

Meanwhile Cyril turned his attention to the engines of the sides of the balloon. He used his Ice to make the engine cease up and they choked to a stop. Just in time, too, as the propellers were so large, he would've been sucked into and butchered by them. With all his might, he landed on the blades and bent them, rendering them useless. Meanwhile on the other side of the reinforced balloon, Terrador becomes a earth wrecking ball and plunges into the other engine. The prop blades broke off as they hit him. The engine was still roaring, but from combustion and not the propellor.

Meanwhile on the flight deck, the helmsmen gasp and breath heavily as their boards light up with red bulbs and alarms beeped "My prince!" one of the helmsmen cried back at Zakan, sitting on his revolving chair behind the captain's, "They're hitting us hard. We just lost both our balloon-mounted engines and we've lost all contact with the belly gunners. We also seem to be registering problems with the electricity supply!"

"Dammit! Think-think-think-think!" It was time for him to throw in the towel. He grabbed the microphone and ordered, "Put me on speakers, full blast! Tell the gunners to stand down!"

"But, my prince-"

"Just do it!"

Meanwhile, outside, while every dragons hovered form a distance and used their abilities to desperately damage the craft, all were astounded when the gunners ceased fire and the canons on the side of the craft retracted and the doors closed.

"Dragons! I yield! I yield! You fought well! I cannot best you."

"What have you done with my parents?!" shouted Aventus.

"I-I don't think they can hear you, brother."

The prince could hear him quite well however, due to the exterior environmental microphones. As he spoke into the mic, he made physical signals to his flight crew to plot how they would get out of this tight spot "I don't really know if their dead or not. I chased them to a tunnel in a mountain, they fled into it, and I sealed it up with my canons. They're probably alive, 'cause these mountains are full of tunnels, you see."

It was at that moment that pink flames erupted form the many exhausts of the two remaining engines and the propellers began to roar. The craft began to haul itself away and into the black smoke "Now I must return to Valdin...in shame!" a distort cackling rang through the air along with the roaring of the props as it disappeared into the black sky of Munitions Forge.

Terrador flew ahead of the group "After him!"

"Terrador, yield! All you will accomplished will be your undoing at the mercy of the Courageous Minge and that prince!" said Cyril.

"We had them!" Terrador growled "We tripped at the finish line, because he played pussy."

It was at that moment that Spyro and Cynder emerged from the smoke and greeted the group. They were both relieved their children were in one piece.

"Mom,dad!" they shrieked in unison joyfully.

"Kids!" shouted Spyro joyfully.

"My babies," Cynder shed a tear of joy.

"I was certain you two wouldn't bend knee to Zakan, much less fall before him," smiled Cyril.

"The damn prince got away," lowly growled Terrador.

"Don't worry," Cynder reassured with a shake of her head, "The factories are history and the occupation of Munitions Forge is over."

Spyro examined the land bellow. It was barely visible due to the smoke, balls of lava flew from Boyzitbig and crashed in the surrounding areas. It made the ruins of the factories look irrelevant. "Why would the trolls choose to occupy such a naturally-hostile place?"

"They were born, raised and evolved in the Valdin Marshes," Terrador began in explain. Even he nearly trembled as he thought of the troll homeland, "A horrible place where they have invented, bred, builded and plotted...for centuries."

"What about the ancient trolls of Dante's Freezer? The ones I fought when they were undead?"

"They are the ape-figured ancestors of the Valdin Kingdom trolls. The food they eat in Valdin eventually made them the way they are."

"Why would they be menacing towards dragons?" Cynder asked, "As far as I know, we've never been bothered by them."

"This is beyond my wit." Terrador hadn't a clue and signaled with his head for Cyril to explain.

Cyril cleared his throat "They do not have a will of their own. They have an idol to think for them...Enola Carmeleon. They have always had a high troll to think for them. The Carmeleon's have thought for and ruled the trolls for a millenia now."

Spyro was wide mouthed and shook his head, a slightly sorrowful look on his face, "That's horrible. WHat about the trolls who want a life and freedom?"

Cyril took a clawed finger and ran it across his neck, gaining hung jaws from all. "Yes, I know it's horrible, but such are trolls. Such is the Valdin Kingdom and the Carmeleons."

"We should leave before they try and avenge their factories," Terrador suggested.

And so Terrador lead the group and his volunteer Earth Dragons back towards Warfang, a 3 hour flight away.

Having finished their spit-roasted delicacy Star caught them, Karl Henshin and Gavrin Stone-Fist wish to fall into slumber, though it is 6PM and the land was still fairly lit. They take a sleeping bag from Star's saddle and sleep beneath a large-leafed tree by the fire. They would sleep against Star, but she didn't like Henshin in the slightest and letted Gavrin know. She herself preferred to sleep alone, but her masters presence made her feel secure and collected.

Her snoring was so loud and she was so deep in her sleep, she didn't sense the presence a creeping, tribal, anthro-animal approaching from the semi-darkness...Atlawas. As they teenage escapee and the ex-doctor/general softly snore, the two tribesmen creep on all fours and crouch behind them, working up the courage to grab the humanoid creatures. When they took the first of the next two steps to grab them, one snapped a twig, causing the doctor and child to awaken, spring up to a sitting up position, turn to face them and try to scream. They would have, if they hadn't been muted by the paws on their mouths and bags on their heads and daggers to their throats. They dragged them away as quietly as they could, so is not to wake Star. It was pointless to try and kill her, as she is a hardy creature and reward them with a short life in her belly...and they such creatures were too stupid to be a problem.

When they were out of sight and earshot of her, they whacked them on the backs of their heads, and dragged them for a good ten minutes.

Gavrin was awoken from a dream-the day he and Karl left Valdin to pursue a peaceful life in the dragon realms-by a blast of cold water. He and Karl couched and spat into reality and were awestruck at the sight of hollering and cheering Atlawas, standing on higher ground before them.

It wasn't long before the crowd split and allowed the emergence of Kane. "Hush, my people!' he silenced the crowd of his people from infants to adults. He pointed his sharpened bamboo at the kneeling trolls, "You leathery imperialists have killed our crops and driven us underground! We can't let you go unpunished."

"We're not followers of the queen! Let us go," Karl plead.

"I'm only 15!" cried Gavrin.

Kane took no heed to their pleas and ordered, "Take them." Two tribesmen took the trolls and made them stand against a rocky wall. They were binding Karl's hands when a familiar screech reached Gavrin's ears. He looked up and saw his faithful pet sitting on a cliff. She screamed in desperation, telling her master to get out of there. There was nothing she could do while they were at the mercy of these animalistic creatures.

"Gavrin," Karl whispered, "There's a dagger under my coat. Take it and hold me hostage."

"But that's ins-"

"Just do it!" he cut Gavrin off.

Gavrin then took the said dagger and placed it to Karl's neck, astounding them and causing all the gasp. "Hold it!" he said with a low growl and senile tone, "If any...furry...thing makes a move, the doctor gets it."

While all others stood with a hung gob, one lightly-colored male suggested aloud, "Listen to him, everybody. He's just crazy enough to do it!" pointing to them and bouncing on his feet in terror. Two of Kane's guards pointed spears at them and blocked their path

"Drop he spears," demanded Gavrin in his mimicked tone, "Or I swear, I behead this mother!"

Henshin began to mock sob and cried out in a high voice, sobbing between every few words "Oh, by the gods, he's desperate. Do what he says...PLEASE!" The guards dropped their spears and Gavrin began to drag Karl towards a stone archway nearby. The crowd split and allowed them past, fearing for Karl

"Isn't someone going to help him!" a female Atlawa cried out.

"Shut up, Maven! That's a sure way to get him killed," a male told her.

When they were close to the archway, Karl Henshin cried mockingly, "Ah, help me. Help me. Somebody...help me."

"Shut up!" Gavrin then dragged him out of sight, before the two ended the act and ran away, giggling."

But Kane had realized they had been tricked "After them!"

As they ran, Gavrin whistled Star, who took off from her cliff and lined herself up with them in flight. She swooped down and took both trolls in the talons of her legs "Wee!" they both cheered as she climbed towards the sky. The Atlawa and Kane froze in astound as Star came around and dived down for them, the rolls still in her talons. They dropped for thir bellies as she glided low and screamed at them as if to say, 'Screw you!'

"Hairy Dumbasses!" cackled Gavrin as Star took them back to their camp sight. She set them down before she hovered to a landing.

Gavrin hugged her tightly "There's Gavrin's girl," he praised. Gavrin began to kiss up and down his gigantic pets neck, causing her to wheezily laugh, her way of saying, 'You're welcome, master.'

Karl began to look around fearfully "We ain't safe here, Gavrin. And those creatures back there, Atlawa's, are allies to the dragons and the other peaceful races."

Gavrin was laughing too hard to pay any heed to his companions worries "Can...can you believe they actually let us free because of that little act we did?!"

He put his hand son his hips, "Gavrin, this is serious," he bought teenager back into the serious world, "If the Atlawas react to trolls that way...the dragons might," he pointed a hand to Star, "And what of her? If they see her in the air, they'll react violently and blow us outa the sky if they can."

"Then we'll walk when we reach the border of Avalar," suggested Gavrin. "I'll prepare Star, and we'll leave then." He approached her and tightened her armor and saddle straps, she growled in complaint "I know you wanted a rest, girl, but we can't stay here." When she was prepared, they boarded her and she took of. Gavrin was leading her in the direction he thought was that of Avalar.

Time Skip To 10pm

In their home in Warfang, Spyro wishes his son and daughter good night sleep, before he returned to the master bedroom to warm his bed-wife, leaving Aventus to sleep in his twin sisters warmth. They both lay on their side, she laying against this belly. He wraps his arms and wings around her and coils his tail with hers, and lays his head on her neck before almost instantly falling to sleep, drained from their mission.

Dara however had trouble falling asleep. Thoughts ran through her head of her, dying alone. She believed her clinginess to her brother and stuttering problem alone would forbid her from ever finding her true male. She was going to shed a tear, but instead nudged Aventus awake with her snout, "Bro, wake up."

"Huh? What?"

"I need a word, brother," she said with a uneasy look, gaining a series of pecks up and down the neck from him

"Wassa matter, sis? Tell me everything," he said in a honey-tasting tone, swaying both their tails across the fur they laid on, "I can keep a secret."

She gave him a nudge, silently telling him to lay heads on each others necks. She did it to him and he kissed her collar-bone, the only way he knew to calm her down, before she began,"Remember me telling you I'm having these sexual feelings? That I may never find the perfect male?"

"Mmm," he confirmed with a weak nod

"Well...What if my sp-sp-speech problem and stickiness to you forbids me from finding one?...I know most males will have mount any dragoness, but I-I-I-I've heard few would marry and be faithful to one. All they seem to want is a place to...stick their members." Dara began to softly cry into his chest. Aventus almost cried himself, as if he were part of Dara, and nudged her head back up.

The two exchanged licks and pecks before Aventus said, "Tell you what...a friend recommended me a matchmaker in the city. Her name's Karlotta. She's an ice dragoness and she finds hundreds of mates for lonely dragons every year...I...I'm signing up in the morning. I could sign you up if you came."

Her eyes widened in mild joy "Blind dates. s-s-sp-splendid."

"Yeah. It's not exactly a blind date. She makes you put down your details, gets a cheetah to take your photo, and files you 'til she finds a match and arranges a date to let you decide if they're the one."

"And you'll sign me up?"

He smiled and nodded "I promise."

She nearly screamed in joy before she squeezed him "Ooh, thank you thankyouthankyou."

"I just know you'll find someone sis. He'll be as faithful to you as I am."

With a brief massage, he managed to send her to sleep and they got a great nights rest.

Author:

Remember Ideas are always welcome. But if you have an idea, please PM me with it and don't review with your ideas. It sounds stupid, I know, but please try. I consider an idea if I like it. It can be any sort of idea.

Characters currently in the spotlight are:

[Karl Henshin, Gavrin Sten-Fist, Spyro & Cynder, Dara & Aventus, Prince Zakan Carmeleon.]

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Oh and I apologize for not updating my other stories, but I have been suffering severe depression and anxiety. It comes with autism. I promise I will complete CHieftess of The Clans when this story's done. Besides, isn't this story better than my others? I think it is and I bet my best critique/former editor, Iceclaw14, does. If I didn't have my music, stories and games, I would do myself in. OH and i am starting to find a date myself on Plenty of Fish, a great dating site.