Here it is, my newest fic. I guess you could consider this AU since it takes place in the future. The ideas and reasons behind this fic are that I wish to take some of the concepts of DB and take them to a much darker less childish place. As such beware that future editions to this story may be quite violent, and or have foul language and attempt to deal with some of the major moral issues of the series.

Also, this is still rough and any input would be appreciated! :D
So read on and enjoy I hope!


Title: Where is Your Hero Now?
Genre/s: Action, Sci-fi, Future
Rating: PG and up possibly
Concrit: Encouraged
Mary Sue: No
Warnings: Violence/ possible blood and gore
Pairings: none at the moment




Hundreds of dragons had gathered their cacophonous roars and bellows echoed from the great cavern’s walls. In the cool damp twilight, they anxiously shifted from foot to foot waiting. Several dragons began nipping and slashing at one another. From the small end of the grotto, the dim firelight steadily increased in its intensity, though this did little to quell the fighting.

Then, from beyond the firelight, two massive figures emerged. One might have called them twins if it were not for the distinguishing scars that graced their bodies. Both were black quadruped dragons, and when the gathered dragons took notice of them the hall fell into silence. The massive twins were easily three to four times the size of the crowed dragons. All eyes were upon them as they took up their positions on either side of the tunnel from which they had emerged as another dragon strode into the light.

The newcomer made the two scarred guards look practically unblemished by the sheer amount of injuries on her body. The crowded dragons murmured as she surveyed them. The noise rose in volume until she let loose a startling roar. Once more there was silence. She took a deep breath, “I see many of you are here. Good.” A raspy laugh burst from her mouth receiving quizzical looks from many of the other dragons, even her guards were taken aback.

“Sisters, brothers welcome! Why am I so glad you wish to ask right? Heh, today is a momentous day for dragonkind! The war goes well for us all!” The multicolored multitude burst out with triumphant bellows. The black raised her foot and the hall became silent once more. “The humans are on the retreat; our last offensive crippled the forces of the city guard. The way to the city now lies open. The city is ours once more!” Again the crowd erupted with cheers of victory. This time she let them savor their hard-earned victory before quieting them once more.

“The fight is not over yet though. The humans still hold the city, but keep faith for our allies inside will support us. The humans may have pushed us into the wastes, but we will not back down! Let us take back the city and show the humans the error of their ways!” With the her speech concluded she lost the dragons to their cheers and departed into her section of cavern to rest. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

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“Shadowbayn! Wait!,” cried a small red bone dragon as he ran to catch up to her. He cautiously ran past the guards as she turned to greet him.

“You have news of the city?” she queried.
“No… huh… nothing, nothing new to report I’m afraid.” the winded Spitphyr managed to gasp out between breaths.

“Then why run all the way here little one?” The young male obviously was disgusted by her remark but he tried not to let it show. Shadowbayn caught the grimace however and gave a little smirk. He was a fool, but a good fool. She hated having him run the courier lines, only the fastest red dragons could make it out of such work alive, and he only had half of the qualifications.

“You…you said you would tell me, about how my parent died.”

“You’re asking me this now young one!” She let loose a loud sigh. “I said I would tell you, but not now… I have to prepare, it is not going to be easy to get back into the city. We have all lost someone important to us, be they a mother, a father, a brother, a sister, even a rider.”

“You...You had a rider? But..!”

“This war is not simply dragon against humans and that all humans must die! NO! I will not have you believe such nonsense!”

“Then what are we fighting for Shadowbayn! Surely the humans…”

“I SAID NO!” With this violent retort even the guards stared at Shadowbayn in disbelief. She looked at the concerned faces around her and resolved to calm down before she resumed. “This war, regardless of what the others might tell you, is one huge misunderstanding. We are as much in error as the humans. BOTH sides are to blame. Now do not get me wrong, this war is not for nothing! We are fighting for the rights we truly deserve as the sentient beings we are. Rights that even the kindest of humans have been ignoring.

"Humans have controlled us for all of our lives till now. From our very birth till our eventual death humans control nearly every aspect of our lives. Humans have bred us to serve their purposes. Yet do we get a say, often times no. This is not just a result of our inability to communicate however. We have let ourselves fall into this mess. It is just as much the humans fault as it is ours…”

“Then why do your speeches seem to preach that the we have to fight the humans to their ultimate death? Why do you fight at all?” Shadowbayn cast an angry eye of the youngster, he was bold considering all that he had been through.

“You didn’t listen to me did you? Do not forget that we are not the only group of dragons fighting in this war. Some still serve the humans, others wish to dominate the humans as they once dominated the dragons. We… we fight for what we believe to be right. We fight for freedom, understanding, and the rights we so obviously deserve.”

Really good story! A must continue! I imagine that Beau is still with Artha, am I correct?

Hmm... you'll just have to wait and see. ;)
Glad you like it so far! :D

Oooh, this is gonna be sooooo good!!! I am adding it to my favorites on my website!!! SQUEEEE! So much to find out, so much tension.... :P WRITE!!!! I NEEEEED IT!!! :P :lol: :D

yes it is verry intresting I like it keep up the good work!! :D
~shearkin

Thanks! I'm working on the next part as I type! A few familiar faces may be comming your way. ;)

Ya mean.... like...... LIBRIS?!?!?!? *big, hopeful puppy dog eyes*

It's a distinct possiblity! ;)

WOOT!!! I have become an EVEN more diligent fan of this FanFic. :lol: If that's even possible. :lol:

Then I trust you'll asist me when I come to writing grey boned dragons then? ;)
I'll take all the help I can get!

Here is a quick little addition for the fic. It doesn't seem to match up quality wise to the rest but then again I still have so much more to write.

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Dragon City was burning. The acrid smoke rose throughout the lower levels, often obscuring view and also rendering a dragon’s sense of smell useless. If ever sunlight reached Mid-City before it most certainly did not now. Ruined structures and broken sections of track scattered with the occasion pile of debris made movement nearly impossible.

The normal hustle and bustle of dragon city had been reduced to the distance rumbling of unseen fighting. The air grew chill as a light rain began to fall, but try as it might the rain could not wash away the thickset stains of war. Nor could it quell the mighty fires that raged still, even the monolithic citadel of Word Paynn had not escaped the devastation.

A sudden blur of red appeared as a dragon and rider carefully navigated the fallen remains of a once proud manor that now littered the street. The quick but cautious footsteps of the bipedal dragon covered ground in no time. They stopped when they reached a clearing in the road casting wary glances in all directions alert to any possible danger. With assurances from both dragon and rider they sped off toward their destination.

They came to a halt in front of a ruined structure that looked no different from any of the others, and with some unseen cue they entered. The interior overflowed with the same dust and debris that lay all around. The pair continued onward into the growing darkness. Furniture lay cast about and broken shards of glass were everywhere.

At last they stopped in front of the boarded up remnants of a wall. The rider dismounted slowly so as not to make a sound. The helmeted figure place gloved hands on the uneven surface, steadily searching for something. When fingers grasped an insignificant looking piece of wire, and the figure pulled, a door opened.

“Finally.” the muffled figure said while removing her helmet and the protective mask that kept the soot and smoke from reaching her lungs. Her dragon cast a watchful glance at her rider as the two of them relaxed while the makeshift airlock cycled. She slumped against the metallic wall and slowly slid to the floor, her arms at her sides. She closed her eyes for a brief second when she heard two knocks on the door followed by the clangs of the door mechanism opening.

“You’re back!”

“What!? You say that like I wasn’t going to come back.” Seeing the concerned look on the girl’s face she quickly reconsidered what she said. “Uh… never mind.” It then struck her what she said and she silently cursed herself under her breath. Over her shoulder Wyldfyr shot her rider another concerned look. Kitt reached up and rubbed the dragon's face, and they both took comfort in the fact that they were indeed back.

I like it I like it I like itD:D:D:D:D:DF

MOOOOORE PLEASE!!!

:lol: I just put a little more up! ;)

Awesom, pure awesom. I enjoy your prose, I like how you had the dragons nipping at each other. The story has ane excellent 'feel' to it, however there are some issues:

I don't even know what color Shadowbyne is, you didn't mention it, or if you did it wasn't in a definit/memorable way.

I'd like to know how many dragons have been hatched in the waste lands, war parties going off to steal food from the city, or hunt so everyone can eat. (hunting hydrags?) Are they mix breeding or are they trying to purify themselves, or something else? How long have they been out there?

First off thank you!

As for Shadowbayn, she is a black dragon I mentioned it somewhere, but I guess I'l have to clarify it. ;)

I'll also have more information on the dragons in the wastes in a future edition of the story hopefully. (If I do forget feel free to remind me! :D)

So thanks for the support! I definately plan to continue and improve this story as much as I can!

*EDIT*
Here is a pic of Shadowbayn, I'll try to do more characters too!
http://s10.invisionfree.com/Dragon_Booster...47&st=360&#last

Sorry I was late in the review, but OMFFFFG!!! LOOOOVE!!! You sooo need to update, seriously! :D

And the pic is so pretty! This fic is so good, I can't wait to see what happens next!

wow! I'm very much getting interested in your story and your dragon! :blink: very drac lookin dragon there :lol:

can't wait to read more of your story :D

--Minerva Rahn

Here is a quick study of either Rayge or Steel, Shadowbayne's personal gaurdians. I'm still debating whether or not this is the final design for these two (minus the different scars on each one), the designs might be a bit too detailed yet.
http://s10.invisionfree.com/Dragon_Booster...0&#last
I'll probably do a profile pic of each of the characters in this simple style eventually, I may even try to do some human characters.

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-New section added. Feel free to tell me if it sounds in character or not, and do not forget to look for any grammer errors. Enjoy!


“So how was it?” Tem asked Kitt and in turn she received only a sigh and a stare. “Yeah, right… never mind.” Tem hurriedly unloaded the sensitive gear from atop Wyldfyr’s back, careful to make sure nothing went wrong like the last time. Thankfully the gear was in full working order, and if Tem assumed correctly, had acquired something of fairly vital importance.

Kitt tended to Wyldfyr as Tem set to work downloading the data from the gear. Tem kept looking longingly at Wyldfyr, willing dragons were not easy to come by any more. Upon noticing Kitt looking in her direction, Tem quickly got back to work. She envied Kitt, but doubted she had the bravery to undertake the kind of missions Kitt had been running lately.

Silence grew as the two toiled and then Tem could stand it no longer. “Come on Kitt, how was it really?”

Kitt, now brushing Wyldfyr, smiled and took the pack off of Wyldfyr’s saddle. She reached inside and procured black draconian wraith gear. “I guess it wasn’t too bad. I managed to do my job and snag this too. That wraith dragon didn’t even know what hit it!” Kitt finished with a smile, and Wyldfyr smiled along with her.

“Another one for the collection eh?” Tem queried.

“Yeah, I’m sure the Professor can do something with them.”

“Where is Parm anyway?”

“Oh, he’s probably off tinkering with something.”

“What about Lance?”

At the mention of Lance’s name Kitt stopped and stared at the floor. “I haven’t seen him either, but then with Artha missing Lance is always off trying to find him.”

“What happened to Artha anyway? It’s been a over a year, and the Dragon Booster is gone too! If only the Dragon Booster were here we could end this damn war!” Tem uttered, her face flushed red in her anger.

“I don’t know Tem, he’s been gone so long ,well… most of us have just accepted the idea that he’s… dead, and that the Dragon Booster is too. Lance won’t believe any of it though, I wish I could say the same.”

Tem did not bother to press Kitt for any more information when she stopped. They both took advantage of the silence and got back to work. Wyldfyr nuzzled Kitt as she went back to her brushing. Both were so engrossed with their activities that they hardly took notice of a newcomer to their little sanctuary. Only when Wyldfyr looked at the door did they notice Parm was back.

“Ah Kitt, you’re back.” he said. Tem handed him the recoding gear and he checked out the data before speaking once more. “I heard that you have acquired more Wraith gear?” Kitt then offered to hand Parm the gear when he took out some Wraith gear of his own.

“What’s that?” Kitt asked noticing the subtle differences in the gear.

“This is my modified Wraith gear. I finally managed to deactivate the mind control properties of the gear without affecting the performance of the cloaking field. In fact I ever managed to increase the efficiency of the gear by fifty percent. The gear still needs to be tested of course” He then handed Kitt the gear when Tem spoke.

“Looks like your orders are in Kitt.” she said as she transferred the data to Kitt’s wrist comm. Kitt quickly surveyed the orders and then leaned back against Wyldfyr. “Looks like I’m going to have to test your gear now Professor.”
“What, where are you going?”

“There is a large group of black dragons headed our way, and I have to see if I can find out where they’re going to strike next.” Kitt hurriedly collected her gear and mounted Wyldfyr as she spoke. She turned Wyldfyr towards the door and put on her mask, double checking Wyldfyr’s energy reserves while she waited for Tem to open the doors. The door opened with it’s usual bang as Parm yelled to her.

“Good luck Kitt!” Kitt quickly waved to Tem and Parm and then shot off into the crumbled heart of Dragon City.
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Death is life, life is death. One look around the haggard masses that made up Shadowbayn’s forces served to make this all the more clear. Though on the whole the group persevered, the agony of a few sent chill cries to remind all of them of what might come. Fortunately many of them could be saved, though the healers were few they made out surprisingly good.

What families remained were often separated through death or the division caused by joining differing factions. Several hatchlings that the pack had managed to save were now orphans, but accepting parents took them in. Still, the grief was all to visible in their eyes.

Shadowbayn reclined on her haunches on a small bluff overlooking her pack’s settlement. She vigilantly scrutinized all those before her. Slightly behind her and two either side, her omnipresent guards also sat waiting. Shadowbayn stared out into the dismal grey that made up the wastes and thought to her self, This is no place for us to be living. She thought also of the hunting parties that had just returned, the measly scraps they had managed to carry from Dragon City and the few prey they had managed to capture would not be enough. Her resolve grew strengthened by what she saw. Dragon City was truly an oasis in this vast desert, and she almost wished there was another city to be found so that her pack could avoid the war entirely.

I dream too much I fear.

A change in the wind caught Rayg and Steel’s attention, the smoke and ash from the city had turned their way. “Shadowbayn?”

“Yes I smell it, it’s as if the city is smoking us out and calling us to return and fix the problem. We will have to prepare soon, the smoke will make excellent cover.”

“Agreed.” The two black boned guards said in unison. With their leader’s unspoken command they ran off to prepare all the dragons to depart. Spitphyr crept over to Shadowbayn when the two had left in a blur of blue and brown. The two dragons stared at each other for a long while before looking down once again as every last dragon was readied.

“Will it be enough this time?” the red questioned.

“I cannot tell now, there are too many variables, and getting into the city is the easy part. We will take the ancient tunnels through the city.”

“Are you sure that’s the safest route, what about hydrags and the Muhorta?”

Without hesitation she responded, “Believe it or not that is the safest way. I have thought long and hard over this and can find no safer alternative. If we were to be discovered prematurely by anyone all or hope would be lost.”

“So we are heading into the city only to bide some more time before we attack? We should strike as soon as we breach the city!”

“No, no though I hate to admit it we are far to weak to sustain such an attack much less make it successful. We have waited more than a year, a little more should not be too difficult.”

“As you say Shadowbayn.” Spitphyr said, his hot blood demanded action, but yet again he would be denied. He trusted Shadowbayn with his life, if this was her judgment then so be it.

Shadowbayn managed to catch up with Rayg and Steel as they began to lead the pack outward. She quickly listened to their accounts before running off to help gather the sick and wounded. Spitphyr also ran amongst the departing masses making sure that no one was left behind save the dead, he could do nothing for them now.

The pack moved toward the city as Shadowbayn stopped to glance behind her, several dragons walked around her till she was left alone at the back of the pack. She took in one long last look at what had been their temporary home, and despite the horrible condition it was in she could not help but feel a little sorry for having left it. The roars of Rayg and Steel caught her attention and she finally turned tail and left. The city was their true home not matter how horrible it too had become.

Three hundred and forty two dragons of all shapes, sizes, and colors trudged toward the distant city, a truly amazing sight to behold. As their confidence and desire grew their speed increased until the masses were all moving full gallop. Ancient ruins began appearing as they closed in and the smoke grew thick. A few final bounds and they disappeared into darkness.

YEAH! UPDATE! Suspense, too.... it..... is..... strangleing *starts making strangling noises* me......... NEED.......... NEXT.......... CHAPTER....

*falls over* :D

wow...I am now totally in love with your story! can't wait for more!! =)

Good story! It's nice to see the dragons acting on their own and choosing their own plans.

So I guess Word is involved in the conflict too, since there are still wraith dragons around. It will be interesting when all the various factions come into play in the story.

Looking forward to reading more! :)

Thanks to those who have read and or commented so far! Having fans of my stroy is really helping to keep me going.

Yeah, and there are so many factions to account for and determine which side they are on! :o Though I get the feeling that once most of them have been introduced there will be a big battle in the future!

Yay for dragons acting of their own accord! :D

Yes! And I simply cannot WAIT for the next chapter!!! Need...........chappie...........soon.......... @_@

Double yay! And since dragons talk in this story (at least among themselves) I hope we get to see familiar dragons like Wyldfyr speaking their minds at some point (hint, hint). :D

That's exactly what I was thinking. ;)

More!! Beware, a little gore warning. (It's not bad really.)
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Wyldfyr darted through the shadowy streets, careful to follow Kitt’s slightest command as they made their way toward their objective. Luckily Wyldfyr was quite familiar with the route and used this knowledge to her advantage to remain undetected. The streets were still eerily empty, no Wraiths or anyone else for that matter were pursuing them. Wyldfyr, though thankful for the reprieve, worried it meant far worse to come in the near future.

Kitt too felt unease at the lack of any sign of the war. The more she thought about it the more it seemed like a trap. Feeling the need to ease the tension, she decided to test out the new gear. Kitt flipped open the cover and then pressed the switch to activate the gear. Hesitantly at first the gear unexpectedly jerked into operation and as it did so Wyldfyr let loose a soft growl. Kitt feared the mind control had not been entirely disabled when the invisibility field took effect.

Well it worked so far. Kitt and Wyldfyr decided not to put too much faith in the gear and abruptly shut it off. Their route took them deeper and down into the depths of Dragon City. They would be in the most ancient part of the city before too long. Typical, Kitt thought, all the nasty stuff tends to be down there. Kitt checked the coordinates again giving her dragon a reassuring pat on the neck.
“Looks like we’re almost there girl.”

There was a strange scent on the air. The stench of the city had disappeared but something… worse had taken it’s place. Wyldfyr inhaled deeply her senses readjusting to the cleaner air. It took awhile before she could smell clearly, but then she knew what she smelled. Wyldfyr skidded to a halt.

“What is it girl?”

They both stared straight ahead in disbelief. Ahead of them stood two massive blue and tan dragons, black draconium dragons. From their maws dripped the bloody remnants of their meal. They licked their lips and looked intently at Kitt and Wyldfyr. Kitt made no move and so Wyldfyr took it upon herself and bolted in the other direction. Her legs pumping with all their strength. Behind them the two goliaths let loose one unified, terrifying roar.
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“What was that?” Spitphyr asked Shadowbayn with a whimper. Shadowbayn took no time to answer and ran straight to the source of the sound. She rushed through the debris of many ages past before finally reaching Rayg and Steel.
“Are you two trying to give us away!?! What were you doing!!”

“Sorry Shadow.” They answered as one. “There was a human here and we made sure that she left.” the two laughed remembering the look on the humans face.

“Ugh, you fools… was it just one human?"

“And her pathetic dragon.”

“Did they know we were here? If that was a scout from the city they must know were coming!!”

“I do not think so.’ Rayg said softly. Steel looked at his brother uncomfortably as he spoke. Rayg however continued. “Their reactions were far too surprised. If they knew we were here they would have expected us. They wouldn’t have dared to come so close.”

“Perhaps, but we should be more careful. After all they know where we are now so get moving!” Shadowbayn shouted with a emphasizing roar.

Well, this looks good, I wish read more.

Wait.....are.....you..........saying....that.....*strangled*......Artha........is......*chokes*........dead?...................Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!! *goes Romeo and Juleit style* If he's dead, so am i! *stabs self. slumps over Artha dead*

He better not be though......*raises threatning fist* Other than that small part, the fanfic's ok i guess.

Well I didn't say he's dead for certain and I didn't say he's alive either. You'll just have to wait and see. ;)

Sweet!! Update!!! Is... so... good. And no, the gore ain't HALF as bad as some of the stuff I've come across in some of the book I've read. :P

On another note, *giggles* this is my 1234th post!! I was saving it for something special, and I think this counts very nicely!! :D

Yeah I know it's not bad, just thought I'd be on the safe side. ;)

Good point. :P

LOVE the story. So exciting and so life like :o

Well, here is another little installment of my story. It's leading up to an interesting... well I can't give it away can I? Hopefully this chapter is a little more actiony, but the next one will have much more. ;) So enjoy! I'm probably going to come back and reread and edit my story in the near future, so if something changes and you wonder why, you know now.

Oh! The conversation is in italics since it is the dragons speaking. So when I get to writing both humans and dragons speaking, dragon will be in italics, humans normal.

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Wyldfyr ran on blindly until she noticed that the two behemoths were not after her and Kitt. She slowed allowing Kitt to check their coordinates. They both knew that those were not the dragons they were after, but such is the unpredictability of war. Their presence still worried her, had the black dragons gained more allies? Luckily or not their unscheduled detour took them close to their objective. Kitt decided to take no further chances and activated the Wraith gear.

Ahead of them lay the crumbling ruin of some ancient structure. All around the ground was littered with broken statues of dragons and humans, thought the humans were noticeably more damaged. While searching for an entrance Kitt noticed several large dragon tracks leading toward a crumbling green wall. She urged Wyldfyr to follow them and found the entrance.

They slowly made their way through until they reached a cavernous area with several tiers surrounding an courtyard several stories tall. As they approached a column near the edge of their level more roars me their ears. Looking down they saw an area large enough for more than a hundred dragons below, and to one side of the room she spotted eight dragons.

The dragons grew silent when more emerged from the shadows. Kitt held up her Binocs to get a clearer view. She saw Prophets! All the black dragons turned to face the new arrivals as Propheci lead several orange dragons into view. They began to speak but Kitt could not understand a word of it. Wyldfyr, on the other hand, heard it all.

“Welcome…friend…” hissed the most terrible of the eight. “I trust everything goes well?”

“Yes.” Propheci replied sharply. Indignation showed on his face. “I bring new allies as well.” he grumbled but this time with more pleasure than distaste.

“Good… our time draws near. Our forces are almost once again at their former strength, and with our new… allies,” he said gesturing at Propheci and his fellow prophets but not speaking directly to them, “we shall once again have what should have been ours so long ago.” The other seven dragons nodded in agreement, smiles growing large on their shadowed faces. “Those fool humans will finally pay!”

“This, my friend, we both agree on.” Propheci stated.

“And to believe that the humans started the war this time! Our job was already half way done before we were even set loose! Still, it’s best nor to underestimate the humans, especially the Dragon Priests. Perhaps we should remove them once and for all.” The leader said.

Another of the eight responded, “Yes, without the Gold Star dragon to protect them, they will be easy prey.”

“But we still have no proof that the Gold Star dragon is dead! I will not risk such an attack until I have his and his booster’s heads staked on the highest point of the city!” The leader shouted. “I will not underestimate them as I did before!” He decided it best that Propheci and the other orange dragons were sent away and so dismissed the and continued.

While the eight continued arguing Propheci and three other Prophets stalked off into the ruins. The eight had finished their arguments and retreated deeper into the darkness. Kitt considered following the eight dragons until several guards blocked their corridor. She reconsidered and instead urged Wyldfyr to follow the Prophets.

Wyldfyr leapt down, her landing raising a small cloud of dust on the buildings floor. Wyldfyr took several steps forward before noticing the footprints she left in the dust. The wraith gear could only disguise so much. She carefully lowered her tail and brushed the footprints away as she crept after the orange dragons much to Kitt’s approval. Thankfully the dust gave way to stone after several strides and they both crept onward. The light was dim, the air stale as they continued through the corridors. Kitt worried they might have trouble finding their way back if they went any deeper.

Propheci stopped. He looked back, past the other prophets into the shadows. Kitt worried the gear might be malfunctioning but her readout said everything was working at normal capacity. His lips curved and he gave a snarl before abruptly continuing on.

“What is it Propheci?” Asked one of the Prophets.

He gave a growl and then spoke, “I ‘m begging to reconsider our arrangement.”

“You only say that because you aren’t calling the shots.”

“SILENCE!” he roared, then he regained his composure and continued. “YOU still fall under my command. Besides, I shall do as they ask so long as it suits our needs.”

“We have company.” the other Prophet said while gesturing behind them with a toss of her head. Wyldfyr feared she had somehow been detected. Kitt noticed Wyldfyr’s agitation and observed all of the Prophets were now staring at them. She fought with panic when she heard the pounding of dragon footfalls behind her. Wyldfyr dodged right, hugging the wall as a black dragon ran past and met up the Prophets.

“What is it!?” Propheci demanded as the temple shuddered under some impact scattering a sprinkling of dust to fall from the ceiling. “Are we under attack?!”

“No, but we soon will be. Something caught the attention of the city guard. Their shoring up what little defense they have left.” the black explained. He turned to go back the way he came when again he spoke. “Do you smell something?” he lifted his nose high in the air and inhaled deeply, his eyes darting to look in all the dark recesses when it hit him. “There’s a human here!”

Wyldfyr let loose a low growl and all eyes were upon her, at least more or less so. The other dragons hissed and growled, lowering there bodies in preparation. They all shot mag blasts in random directions, and as luck would have Wyldfyr was struck and the wraith gear overloaded. They were exposed.

Sweet!!! UPDATE!!! *wets pants in happiness* so................... good....

This is good Dargon...REALLY good! you have really hooked me into this story and now I really can't wait for the next chapter!! :eep: :eep: I'm very impressed with how you put the dragon's positions in that they think ahead and talk preciously. Now the Prophets come into play, and I just love this one quote Propheci says,

“This, my friend, we both agree on.” Propheci stated.

That right there, is what Propheci would defintely say if this were an episode ^_^ so you nailed that one on the head :D

I'm just really lovin this, keep it goin Dargon!! :dance: :dance:

I like this story, too. It's going very well and it's great to see Propheci involved. He's such a great character. :)

I'm not sure if you were looking for some further feedback, and I don't know if this lines up with what you wanted to do with this story, but as a reader it would be nice to see more interaction between Kitt and Wyldfyr. They're obviously quite a team together, so I think they'd have a close level of interaction.

Also, the great thing about writing in the third person is that even though Wyldfyr can't talk to Kitt, you can still describe everything she's thinking and feeling regarding what's going on around her. This let's you fill out her personality far more than they do in the show itself. So for example, as the chapters progress you could fill in things like why she decided to stay with Kitt when war broke, what does she think about the dragons who rebelled against their riders, what she thinks of the black dragons, her reaction to seeing Propheci enter the scene, what she thinks of the war and dragons fighting humans in general, her level of concern regarding the missing Artha and Beau (does she miss them as much as Kitt does?), and so on. That way even though she has no dialogue here, the reader still gets to know what's going on in her head and gets to know her as a character rather than just watching her actions.

It's great that you have Wyldfyr thinking for herself and being aware of leaving footprints and getting out of the way of things without Kitt having to tell her. So that's all fun to read. Keep it up!

One more small thing: it wasn't quite clear to me if the Prophets still had their riders or if they were on their own now.

Looking forward to seeing what comes next! :)

So, the league of eight are out and about. I wonder who lost their dragons to them. Propheci is miffed at not being top dragon anymore--yet he seems to think he can match them somehow.

I think it would be wonderful if you included somemore about the everyday workings of the camps. You did it a little for the humans, what about for the dragons too? The prophets lived underground for so long and provided enough food for all the dragons (including several huge ones!) and humans, so they're probably providing food for the 'bad dragon camp' (fungus farming?). You mentioned the other dragons hunting, but what do the resting dragons do? The babies?

What the Prophets and Eight want is pretty standard take over the world and enslave humans. But what about Shadowbayn? Prophets have a culture, a way of life. Shadowbayn's group seems...refugee-ish. But what does she want for dragons? To be respected? But what does that entail? Putting background makes characters more knowable. Respect and wanting to be equals is fine, but specifics make things more..I don't have the words. What about having a choice on being racers or not, getting to be educated, the right to raise their own eggs, getting payed for their work? They need a concrete goal to work towards, and in giving the everyday lives of the nameless some color, you bring them a step away from just being there, and more towards beings you can empathsize with.

Also, the humans started the war this time, why? Maybe I missed it (it's annoying to have to scroll back and forth). What do they want now as opposed to then?

My kind of DB. =D!!

Love the story, the suspence, ...prety much everything about it. :D

Keep it up!

ohh..me likey......I am writing a storey on my DB dragons...it's kinda twisted and not for children under age 15....*Shifty eyes* I really like yours though, I think at least one of my dragons could fit into that.....

*sits patiently* I need an update.... :(

Let me say that I too hope you will continue and finish this story, DargonXKS. Your artwork of Rayge, Steel and Shyve intrigued me so that I now want to get to know these characters better and see what they're going to do in the story.

I hope you'll be able to find the time to write more soon. And hopefully it will help to know that we're here waiting to read it. :)