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Legacy of Legends 2
The sun’s rays shined brightly down them as the five dragons took flight. The weather was perfect for flying, as wind currents gently carried them to their destination. Zaze looked behind him as he flapped his wings. Warfang was nothing more than a small speck at the distance now. And that only meant one thing. They were nearing their destination. Cluster of trees became evident below him, as they slowly approached the forests the Cheetahs called home. Their first stop was the Cheetah Village. They had to meet up with Hunter in order to get a more detailed report on what were they dealing with.
“Is that it?” Crombe asked, pointing a claw to a small village with a small smoke stack coming from it.
“I think that’s it,” Celsius answered.
Zaze looked carefully and noticed something was off. “Wait a minute…”
“What is it?” Latis asked.
“Oh no,” Crombe added, noticing what Zaze had seen.
Everyone looked clearly, and they too saw it. Simply put, the entire Cheetah Village was destroyed. The hut houses that made up the entirety of the place were either burned to ashes, were still burning, or were nothing but debris left. The plumes of smoke they had seen were coming from this, and the cheetahs were busy trying to put the fire off. Laid out in the middle of the village were dozens of injured cheetahs who had bandages all over. It would seem that they too, had been attacked, much like the dragons were.
“Were they attacked too…?” Zaze asked rhetorically, as the group took a landing at the center of the village. Majority of the villagers were too busy to even take note of them. It just only proved that things were serious. The group’s attention was shifted when a cheetah approached them. He was dressed in their attire of a cloak and a hood. Perched on one of the cheetah’s shoulder, was a familiar looking eagle. Zaze thought for a moment, and realized who it was.
“Hello, young dragons, I am Hunter,” he introduced himself. “Nice to meet you again, Zaze. Who are your friends?”
The cheetah nodded and smiled at Zaze. “Terrador has already informed of your arrival and why you are here. We’ll try our best to assist in whatever way we can.”
“Thank you. But Hunter, are you okay? You look terrible.”
He shook his head, but Zaze was right. Hunter had bandages in his head and his arms. Even his red cuffs were cut at some parts, showing the fur underneath. A portion of his cape even looked burnt.
“It is nothing, compared to what the others have gone through,” he replied. “We’re lucky we had no casualties.”
“That’s good,” Latis replied. “We too had none.”
Hunter glanced all around him, “This is all that has been let after the grublins attacked last night.”
“We need to put a stop to them,” said Phase.
“Where are they coming from anyway?” Celsius asked.
Hunter scratched his chin. “We do not know ourselves. Only that they’ve began to appear lately. It reminds me of the time back then; when the Dark Master was around.”
“Was he the one that controlled the grublins?” Crombe asked curiously.
“More or less, yes; but it could be something different this time,” he added, noticing the concerned looks on the dragon’s faces. “The Dark Master is gone, no need to be worried. Spyro and Cynder had defeated him,” he said, trying to ease their worry.
“But that’s what we’re worried about,” said Zaze. “Volteer, Flare, Spyro and Cynder are now missing. They were last sent here to tackle a problem, right? Something about a monster terrorizing your hunting grounds?”
Hunter nodded. “We’ve come to call it as a Behemoth. It is a troll, yes. But it’s distinct features is what made us call it by a different name, to avoid confusion. It was where we sent Volteer and Flare to go.”
“So what happened then?” asked Phase curiously.
“I pointed them to the direction, and I volunteered to go along with them.” The cheetah sighed, “But the two dragons declined my offer, saying they could handle it. I respected the Electric Guardian’s wishes and did not push any further. After that, things quieted down a little. The Behemoth was gone, so we assumed that everything went well.” He shook his head. “That was until Spyro and Cynder came. They told us that Volteer and Flare had not come back. We were surprised of course. But nonetheless, pointed the two dragons to where Volteer and Flare had gone. And since you five are here…”
“We need to find them,” Celsius replied.
Hunter nodded. “Let us not waste any time. The hunting grounds are not far from here.”
As if on cue, Hunter’s eagle, Chase, took flight. Maybe he wasn’t going to go with them this time.
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A few minutes later, the dragons were back up at the sky again. Albeit this time, they weren’t up high. They had to stay low enough to keep track of Hunter, who was easily moving ahead of them. Zaze was amazed. The guy must have had an amazing stamina. They had been flying for a while now, and he was still ahead of them, and wasn’t slowing down any time soon. The trees were beginning to become denser as they travelled, and before long, they had to land and follow on foot. It was too thick to see Hunter from the sky.
“We’re nearing it now. It won’t be much farther,” said Hunter.
Everyone nodded, silently following behind their guide. Zaze looked around warily. The forest gave off a bad vibe to him. Like something bad was going to happen. The more they walked deeper into it, the more his spine seemed to tingle. And then that was when it hit him. It was familiar. He had felt this feeling before.
The dragon was taken out of his mental thoughts as he turned around to look at who had called him. It was Crombe.
“I want to talk to you,” he said.
“Um…okay, I guess.”
Crombe led Zaze a few paces ahead. Hunter was leading them with a lengthy lead, whilst the three other dragons in their group lagged slightly behind. It was the perfect place to be in. Both parties were out of earshot. Crombe wanted this, seeing as he wanted to talk to Zaze in private.
“What is it?” Zaze asked, lowering his voice.
“I want to talk to you about Latis.”
The electric dragon blinked. This was a first. “Uh, okay. What about her?”
“Did you talk to her?”
Zaze momentarily stopped walking as the question hit him. He then caught up to Crombe, who was waiting for an answer. But judging from his response, Crombe had an idea what it was.
“You didn’t talk to her, did you?”
Zaze sighed. He didn’t want to talk about this. Now was not really the time. “Can we NOT talk about this?”
However, Crombe’s resolved was strong. “No. We talk about this now. Answer the question.”
Crombe was being fired up by all this. Having learnt that Latis was his cousin, he felt protective over her, seeing as she was probably the only family member he has left. That being said, he wasn’t too happy realizing that someone just broke her heart. He wanted Zaze to amend for what he did; or at the very least explain why he did what he did. He glared at the dragon, who felt uneasy under his piercing gaze. Eventually Zaze yielded.
“Okay, okay…stop staring. You’re giving me the creeps.” Crombe raised a brow, but let him continue.
“I didn’t talk to her,” Zaze looked down the ground. “If you haven’t noticed, things got crazy before I had the chance.”
“At least tell me something, why did you do it?”
“Do what?” Zaze asked, completely confused.
“Don’t act so dumb. I know you’re smarter than that.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Zaze somewhat forcefully. “I didn’t do anything wrong! I wasn’t lying or anything. I actually was honest.”
And that was true. Zaze did speak his heart out. He wasn’t one to lie. There wasn’t anything to lie about. He did think of Latis as a sister. He loved her like one. He’d protect her no matter what, because that’s what big brother’s do.
“So you don’t know?”
Zaze shook his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Can you fill me in?”
“For somebody that’s smart, you’re too naïve Zaze.”
“I’m not smart,” said Zaze humbly. “Just…average.”
Crombe chuckled. “Oh, really now?” Crombe’s expression turned back to serious, “But Zaze, you have to talk to her. She cares about you; more than you know.”
Zaze nodded completely. “Maybe—No; once this all blows over, I’ll talk to her.”
“Can you promise me that?”
Zaze smiled. “Of course I can. And one thing you can be sure about me and promises is that, I never break them.”
“Oh, how noble,” Crombe smirked, “how about making another promise then?”
“And what would it be?”
“Keep her safe; no matter what.”
Zaze nodded. “Don’t worry. I will. And besides, I would never put her in harm’s way. I’ve saved her life, twice. I think my track record’s clean.”
Crombe curiosity was irked. “When did this happen? “
“You weren’t with us yet at the time.”
“I see…can you tell me about it?”
“Well, it happened around the time when Spyro was having these weird headaches and…”
As Zaze began to give Crombe a brief overview of the things that had happened at the past, the other three dragons behind had their own share of conversations.
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this…”
“You’re not the only one, Phase,” said Latis feeling equally worried. “I’m kind of scared actually.”
“I would have been surprised if you weren’t,” said Celsius.
“Yeah, but still; I wonder what happened to Spyro and Cynder. You don’t think they’re…” Latis trailed, not wanting to continue that sentence.
Phase placed a comforting paw on her shoulder. “Let’s just hope for the best. And it’s not like the legends can die that easily, right?”
Celsius nodded. “He has a point.”
“But where do you think they are then?”
Both dragons went silent, unable to reply. Celsius and Phase did not know what had happened to the missing four dragons. They all could only hope that they were still alive and well. Latis just sighed.
“So that Dark Dragon possessed Spyro?” Crombe asked.
Zaze scratched his head. “Well, I guess if you put it that way. And the scary part is, he knew who I was!”
Crombe looked surprised at this. “Really?”
“Yeah; he talked like we were friends or something. But I didn’t know who he was. I couldn’t remember.”
“Did he make you remember?”
“No. He wanted to kill me.”
Crombe blinked. That escalated fast. “Well, I’m glad you all made it out of that alive.”
“Me too, Crombe. Me too.”
Hunter then stopped walking and turned to face them, “We’re here.”
Everyone had been wrapped up in their own conversations that they failed to notice the passing of time. The sun was now beginning to set, casting rays of orange streaks against the sky. It was probably late afternoon already. The path they had been walking on had led to the side of one of the mountains, and its shadow casted itself, reaching to far distances. The place was unnerving. It was eerily quiet, void of any sign of life. It’s like the animals purposely avoided this area.
“We need to hurry,” said Zaze looking up at the sky. “It’s hard to look for someone at night.”
“Agreed,” said Hunter. “Stay close everyone. We don’t want to get lost here.”
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