Title: Sarina and the Jealousy
Co-authors and/or betas:Liliwin (thank's!!^^)
Genre/s: Adventure
Summary: (this story takes place after Sarina and the colored mask) Sarina has been living with the penn's while trying to find her grandfather, but so much stuff has been hapining: metting new friend's and foes, when sarina finaly feels' like she's apart of something something gose wrong and her friend's seem to turn on her, also some one has been ploting to steal her beloved Torah!
Main character/s: Sarina, Penn Crew, Salina,Justine, (new Oc) Shawn
Pairings:A/K i guess...
Rating: PG
Warnings: a bit of blood
Word Count:wip
No. of Chapters:wip ( but 8 chapters' done)
Complete/WiP: WIP!!!
Concrit: Encouraged
Mary-Sue:Unsure
Disclaimer:I dont' own Dragon booster I did thsi story for my own pleasure and any one who takes plesure reading it
A/N: check out "Sarina and the colored mask" for the before story

Sarina and the Jealousy


Chapter 1

“Sarina, don’t push so far forward on your controller, you’ll drain all Torah’s energy.” Connor’s voice rang through my helmet.

“I know, bad habits are hard to break,” I said, easing up on my controller.

“Good, that will maintain your draconium compactly, allowing you to last longer...”

“Thanks, Parmon.” I shook my head with a smile. It’s been a week now, living with the Penns...I still haven’t found my grandfather’s stable. I’m beginning to lose hope, but Conner said that I could stay as long as I wanted. I really didn’t want to intrude, and I’ve lived on my own for so long I could probably find somewhere else to stay.

“Not bad for your third time racing,” Artha said as Torah and I pulled up beside him and Beau, “but not good enough to keep up.” He flipped the safety on his controller and pushed the button to activate the thrusters. He blasted ahead, leaving Torah and me behind.

{// What are you going to do now, Sarina? //} Torah said, keeping a steady pace.

“Well...I…don’t know really…we have no gear, so that sucks...” Then the screen came up.

“Why don’t you release the dragon?” Lance’s face came on the screen.

I didn’t know what to say. “Ahh, no. I’m going to try this one on my own.” I had been using it every time now...well, that I have raced.

We all seemed to be getting along, except for Kitt. She seemed to be avoiding me, and if we had to make contact, she always seemed mad.

“Here, Lance loaded the mag-rack with Artha’s old gear: level one thruster, level one turning…well, it’s all level one, but go to the mag-area and choose the gear you want. That should level out the playing field.” Parmon said.

“Thanks, Parmon!” I smiled, ‘this should help a lot!’

“Turn right here.”

I looked right. There was a trail that led to the mag-rack, then back to the track. I looked far ahead. Artha and Beau were getting farther and father away. I quickly turned Torah right down the trail.

“Torah, mag the thruster gear, turning, aero gear, and repel!”

{// Got it!!//} She sent a mag-stream to the gear and magged them on.

I turned her left to get back on the main part of the track, but now Artha was even farther away. “I’m not too sure if the gear will help now…but I can’t give up.” I flipped the safety on the gear and pushed the button. The gear opened up and activated, giving a large amount of heat and fire. Torah and I sped up, closing the space between Artha and us. I hit the button again to deactivate to slow us down, but Artha just kept going.

{//Sarina, why did you slow down? We were catching up. //}

“There’s a turn up ahead. If we don’t slow down, we won’t make it.”

{// But Artha …//}

“If Artha wants to take a wide turn, good for him. If we take a sharp turn, we could catch up!”

{//Okay, but don’t forget, we have blue turning gear! //}

I didn’t forget, but she was right. That would help us take the turn a lot easier. I pushed the controller forward, slowly increasing the speed. Up ahead, Artha still wasn’t slowing down. He turned and Beau started to slide, making his turn very wide. As Torah and I approached the turn, I slowed her down a little bit, then pushed a button on the saddle, activating the turning gear. Our turn was smooth and sharp. Now Artha and I were neck and neck.

“Great move, Sarina!” Parmon came up on the VIDDscreen. “And Torah’s energy is still right for the type of dragon.”

I smiled. He had no idea. Artha looked surprised to see Torah and me. “Nice to see you again,” I said. Beau laughed.

{//You’re not too bad for a beginner, Torah. //} Beau said, talking to her.

{// You’re not too bad yourself, Beau. //} She laughed.

{// Yeah, but if Artha keeps racing me like that, I’m barely going to have enough energy left for the jump up ahead. //}

“Yeah well, only one can win, so see ya.” And he pushed Beau’s controller forward and Beau sped off.
{//Sarina, there’s a jump ahead. //}

“Thanks for the heads up.” As I watched Artha and Beau get further away, Torah kept a steady pace. I looked down at her draconium energy chart. Parmon was right, it was still high. She had enough for at least two more races. I looked back at Artha and Beau. I don’t know if it was just me, but they seemed to be getting closer. I didn’t hear Torah speed up, so Artha must be slowing down. Soon enough, we were side by side.

“Come on boy, faster!” he said, pushing the controller forward. I looked down at Beau. He was breathing heavily and he looked tired.

{//Are you okay, Beau? //} Torah asked in a kind, worried voice.

{// Yeah, it’s just Artha. He drained my energy, //}he replied.

Slowly we passed them. I could hear Artha pleading with Beau to catch up.

“That’s Artha for you.” Parmon said, coming back up on screen. “Always wasting his energy…oh there’s a jump coming up an….d…” and he went offline. That’s okay, I knew there was a jump coming up and I had the aero gear, so that was no problem.

I looked back once more. Artha and Beau were gone. ‘Now to focus on winning, even though I’m the only one racing now.’ I looked ahead, there was the part of the track that was missing and what they call the jump. As we approached it, I pushed the foot peddle and I looked back, making sure that it worked. The wings came out on both sides; that was a good sign. Torah came to the end of the platform and jumped, stretching her legs out. We were gliding with help of the aero gear. I slightly touched the foot peddle and we swerved. I did the same with the other one, making us go the other way.

{// Having fun, Sarina?//} She laughed.

“A ball!” It was true, I was playing around. If I was in a real race, I wouldn’t be doing this, but I wasn’t, so why not have fun? I pushed the right one all the way, and we did a barrel roll. As we approached the other side, I strained us out. We flew over the track a little ways before turning the gear off. Her feet touched the ground and started to run again, picking up speed on the home stretch. I looked ahead to the finish line. Conner was standing there waiting for me. I pulled back on the controller, and Torah slid, stopping in front of Conner.

“Not bad, not bad at all, if I do say so myself.”

“Thanks!” I said with a smile.

“You know, you should really start racing on the street track…you could race on the Penn racing team!”

“Thanks for the offer, but only two people from each racing team can enter in a race, and if I would race with you, Artha or Kitt would have to stop racing…and they’re a lot better than me. But thank you for the offer!”

“Well, if Artha or Kitt can’t make it to the one of the races, how about you be the fill in?”

“Okay, I guess.” I shrugged with a smile. I jumped off of Torah and landed with no fault. It was nice to have no sprained ankle. I walked up to Torah’s head.

“She is a very different dragon.”

“Yeah, I know.” I said, stroking her face. I looked at my comm-link.

“We should start looking. Before the race this afternoon, I’ll go round up the others and you can put the gear away,” Conner said, looking at his own.

“Okay. Come on, Torah, we have to put this stuff away.” I said, walking to the gear shed. I got to know Dragon City a lot since I have been here, and when we got to the gear shed Parmon was there. “Where do I put this stuff, Parmon?”

He was fiddling with some gear. He pulled his head up and answered, “put the red thruster gear on that mag-rack and…well, it just goes by the color and level.” He said, not even turning around to see where he was pointing. I looked at the rack; it was all color coordinated. All Artha’s red gear was on one rack, from lowest to highest. Same with the white, blue, and green gear.

“Okay, Torah, demag it.”

She magged the gear in the air and placed them in the proper places. “Good job! Now go get a drink and then we will be off.”

“Off where?” Parmon asked, pulling his head from his work. He must have overheard me talking.

“We’re going to town to see if we can find my grandfather’s stable, ain’t you coming?”

“Of course I’m coming! On the way I need to pick up some parts.” He followed me out to where Artha, Kitt, and Conner were standing. The dragons were getting some water before we left.

“Where’s Lance, have you see him?” Conner asked, turning to Parmon in a worried voice.

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end of chapetr..
well what did you think? its' only teh first chapetr and lance is already starting to get himself into torouble :O
~Shearkin

Nice story! I like it, you should really continue. :wub:

thank's!! oh I will!!!
~Shearkin

Great story! Love the racing descriptions. Are Sarina and Torah able to verbally speak to each other? I love the artwork btw, as well!

sorta she understand's....its' kinda hard to exsplane..it exsplane's it in the first fic( Sarina and the colored mask )

Chapter 2

“No, I haven’t,” Parmon replied to Conner. He was just as worried.

“Have you checked his room?” Kitt asked.

“Yes, and he wasn’t there.”

Artha stood there for a second. “Did you try him on his comm-link?”

“Yeah, he was either offline, out of range, or not answering my calls.”

“Didn’t he just get some allowance?” Kitt questioned Conner.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, then that explains everything.” I jumped in

“What?”

“Let’s check out the nearest candy shop,” I laughed, not really being serious.

“Actually, I think you’re right...come on, let’s go,” Conner said, looking at me. “Get your dragons, then we will head to Fred’s Candy Store.” Beau had finished his drink first and was on his way to our group.

“Come on, boy. Lance has gone missing again...so we are going to the candy store.” Artha said, getting in the saddle. Kitt and I went to the water trough and Parmon went to the stable to get Cyrano. When we got to the stable, I could here Torah and Wyldfyr talking.

{// So me and Sarina used the blue turning gear and we were able to make a sharp turn and catch up to Beau and Artha. //}

{// And Beau didn’t try to pass? //}

{//Well, he probably would of, but Artha drained his energy and he wasn’t able to even finish the race. //}

{// Well, I can’t wait to have you and Sarina on the track. It needs some fresh skill. //} She laughed.

Well, at least the dragons were getting along. “Come on, Torah, time to find Lance.” She magged me on and I looked down at Kitt. She seemed mad, but why? Was it me? I didn’t know, but I hoped it stopped. I would really like to be friends! Torah and I left to where Artha and Conner were standing.

“Is everybody here?” he asked, looking around.

“Yup, everyone but Lance,” Artha said, double-checking.

“Okay then, let’s go!” And we pulled out. Conner was riding with Artha, I was on his left and Kitt and Parmon were behind us. I could see that they were talking, but I couldn’t here what they were saying.

The city streets were empty since it was still early morning, but there were a few street venders on the streets setting up for the crowd of people who would soon be arriving. We made a few turns. The further we went, the more people there were. The streets started to fill with dragons and people. The streets were getting crowded, and we started to have no room to move through the streets.

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Parmon and Kitt’s conversation

“What’s the matter with you today?” Parmon asked, looking at Kitt.

“Nothing, stop scraping my scales about it!” she said angrily.

“Seriously Kitt, you have been acting weird all week! You can tell me if something is bothering you.”

She looked at him and shook her head. “You’ll laugh at me.”

“No I won’t, I promise!” He smiled at her, crossing his heart.

She looked at him, sighed and shook her head. “Fine, as long as you don’t tell Artha.”

“Okay, your secret is safe with me!”

She sighed again. “She steals all my ideas, like this morning, I was the one who had the idea that Lance left to go to the candy store. But she said it first, and now Conner thinks it was her idea. And now Artha likes her more than me,” she said, folding her arms.

Parmon looked at her and blinked for a minute. “Who is she?”

“Sarina, who else?” she said, frustrated.

Parmon shook his head. “I don’t think she tried to steal your idea.”

“Right.” Kitt rolled her eyes.

“Kitt, I’m serious she...”

“Okay guys, we’re here,” Artha said, yelling back at them.

“We’ll be there in a second,” Parmon hollered.

“Come on Parmesan,” Kitt said, passing him.

“It’s Parmon, not parmesan, Parmon!” he grumbled in a low voice.

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We parked our dragons and went inside. When we opened the door a little bell rang and the store clerk came to the counter.

“Well, if it isn’t the Penn crew. Where’s my best costumer? I have a new type of candy I want him to try for me,” he said, referring to Lance

“We thought he would be here. Have you seen him?”

“No, I haven’t seen him…well, I hope you find him!” He waved as we left.

“Thanks!” Conner said, running out the door.

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At the street track

The stadium was empty and so were the crew tents. Lance and Fracshun walked past one of the tents.

“Salina?” He called out. Fracshun and he passed another crew tent.

“Lance?” Salina asked, coming out from behind one of the tents. Lance quickly turned around.

“Salina, you scared me.”

She giggled. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to give you this...in case you don’t have enough drakkles to get a candy bar again.” He handed his allowance to her.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to.”

“I know...but I wanted to...” He put his head down, trying to hide that he was blushing.

She smiled at him. “Thanks.” She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He looked up and his eyes opened wide. He smiled and blushed even more. She giggled and Lance just kept staring with his mouth and eyes wide open, until finally he shook himself out of it.

“So where do you live?” he asked, looking around. But when he turned back, she was gone. “Where did she go?”

“Lance there you are!” Conner came to his son’s side. “Why were you here?”

“Uhhh…no reason.”

“Lance,” he said in a stern voice.

“I came…to look for my draconee-yum bars I dropped yesterday.” He smiled, hoping his lie fooled his Dad.

Conner looked at him suspiciously. “Okay then…let’s get going, we still have to look for Sarina’s grandfather’s stable.”

“Oh yeah. Sorry, I didn’t mean to be late.”

“It’s okay, but next time tell us where you are going!”

“Yes Dad.” He put his head down. “Come on, Fracshun…Fracshun?” Lance looked around. All he could see was Fracshun’s tail. “What are you doing there?”

He squeezed by him to see what he was looking at. When he got to Fracshun’s head, he saw a hole in the fence behind the crew tents. Lance got down and peeked though. He was about to go a little further when…

“Lance, come on!” Artha called.

“Coming!” he yelled back. He looked through the hole, but he didn’t see anything, so he left.

“What were you looking at?”

“Nothing.”

“Okay then, let’s get on our way!”

“Okay...can we stop to eat first?” Lance asked, mounting Frachsun.

“Yeah, I’m starving,” Artha blurted out.

“Is that okay with you, that we stop and eat first?” Conner turned to me.

“Oh yeah, sounds good to me!”

“To Brent’s Burger Shack!” Lance proclaimed.

“The burger shack it is then,” Conner said, mounting Beau again.

And we were off. Leaving the track behind, we left in a hurry. It was closed, and if you were caught in there without permission, you could be fined, so we didn’t want to be caught. When we got back, the streets had gotten worse. Now there were a lot of dragons and people roaming the streets.

“Got any short cuts up your sleeves?” I asked Artha, looking at the traffic.

“Actually I do.” He smiled. ‘Let’s see if she can keep up with this.’ And Beau and he took off without warning.

“Where are they going?” Kitt smiled and followed him.

“I get it.” I pushed the controller forward to increase Torah’s speed. Parmon and Lance were behind me, and Kitt and Artha were ahead of me.

“Sarina, the shack is just ahead to the left, but if you go straight you can get there first!” Lance called out.

“Thanks!” I hollered back to him.

Artha was smiling happily. ‘Well, now let’s see who the better racer is.’ He looked to his left, and there was Kitt.

“Hey stable boy,” she smiled.

He smiled back at her. He really liked her, but she couldn’t see it past her jealousy.

I looked ahead. From what I could see, the streets were crowded and I would never get there first. ‘I need a plan…there, in that alley.’ There was a garbage dumpster. ‘If Torah jumps up on that, then jumps on the balcony…she could get up on the roof of that building…’

“Torah, I think I have a plan!”

{// What is it? //}

“The dumpster. Get up on it to get to the roof of the building.”

{// Okay, got it! //}

A few more feet and we would have our chance.

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end of chapter
~Shearkin

ooo, im so glad u started another story

i loveeeee it so far and hope u continue to update it frequently
good job and best of luck ;)

thank's!!^^ I'll update it when I acn Lilliwen is doing the proof reading/gramer and spell check for me. so when she's done with a chapter I'll post them here ( but she's a really busy person! so bear with us!)
~Shearkin

heres' eth enxt chapter its' been alomst a month since my last post:P

Chapter 3
Dragon Eye compound

Things were slow at the compound today. Nothing to do, no jobs. Since Justine came along, she had taken all of Moordryd’s work. So he was sitting in the control room, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head by the VIDDscreen.

“Moordryd, do you know where that other thruster gear went off to?” Cain called out.

“You lost it at the last race.”

“Oh…what about that level three aero gear?”

“Nope, lost that one too. Just use the spare stuff.”

“It’s not here.”

Moordryd stood up slowly. “It’s not there?”

“Nope. All we have left is level one green bashing gear and not much else.”

“Where did it all go to?”

“It must be Justine. She said she was going to borrow some gear, but I didn’t think she would take everything.”

Moordryd shook his head. ‘First she takes my jobs, and now my gear. What next?’

“Well then, let’s see if we can find some,” he chuckled. “Do we have any more disrupter mines left?”

“Yup, a box full of them left…and we got three drag boxes, two trapping gears and some drain whips.”

“Good. Take it all, we are going shopping.”

“What?”

“Just take the gear and get both dragons on trailers, Cain.”

“Okay, but why both?”

“Just do it, Cain!”

“Okay.” And he took off down the hall.

“Moordryd,” a deep, raspy voice called.

Moordryd looked around, then took out his amulet. “Yes, Armaggeddon?”

“Your father sent your cousin to do your work?”

“Yes, he has.”

“Dose he not think you can do it anymore?”

“Yes, I believe so.”

“Well then, you will have to prove him wrong, won’t you?”

“Yes...but how?”

“Go find out what your father’s next mission is for her, and make her fail!”

“Yes, Armaggeddon,” and he put his amulet back.

“Moordryd, we’re ready, what about you?”

“Yes,” he said, joining his friend. “I’m ready.”

“What shop are we going to strike at?” Cain asked, pulling out a map.

Moordryd took the map out of Cain’s hands. “This one here.”

“Okay, but that’s not far from Precinct…DSC will be there in no time…”

“I know that Cain, but if we get the stuff, maybe my father will find out and give us back our job.”

“Maybe, but if we get caught...”
“Well let’s make sure we don’t get caught!”

“Yeah okay...”

“Good, now let’s go,” he said angrily as he turned his controller to the door.

“What’s up with him?” Cain asked his dragon, Coershun.

“Come on Cain!”

“Coming!” He pushed his controller forward and took off to catch up with Moordryd.

When Cain got out of the compound, Moordryd was far ahead down the street. “What is he doing? He knows we can’t catch up that fast!” Cain shook his head and pushed the controller forward even further and he turned on his VIDDscreen. “Moordryd, can you slow down?” There was no answer on the other end. “Moordryd, slow down!” Cain was now yelling. He looked ahead. Moordryd was nowhere in sight. “Moordryd, where are you?” he asked, starting to get scared.

“Well, at least we know where he is heading.” He turned Coershun left towards the gear shop. As Cain got further and further away, Moordryd came out of the shadows.

“Maybe now I can show my father what I can do...” He laughed as he watched Cain make another turn down a street.

“Very good, Moordryd,” Armageddon’s voice called out. “Now maybe you can get some gear and prove to your father that you’re worthy enough.”

“But I thought that what my father thought meant nothing?” Moordryd questioned.

“It doesn’t.”

“But you just said...”

“You need to see what you can do, and not let your cousin interfere with your training. Stealing for your father gave you the training you needed to fulfill your destiny.”

“Yes, Armaggeddon.” And he placed the amulet back in his coat and took off in the other direction, away from Cain. “Come on, Decepshun, go faster!” And he pushed his controller forward, speeding down the streets in the shadows, trying not to be seen. He made turns to the right and then to the left.

He finally got to the gear shop. He parked Decepshun in the shadows across from it, then he walked across the street and went to the window acting like he was looking at the gear in the window. But instead he looked to see if there was anyone in there. Once he made sure that there was no one there, he waved to Decepshun to come to him. She looked both ways down the street, then came out of the shadows where Moordryd had left her. The first few steps she strained, because she was pulling the trailer. But after a few steps she could move without stress. When she got to the side of the road by the gear shop, she stopped.

Mooredryd approached her. “Good girl!” he said, patting her head. Then he moved to his saddle bag and pulled out his glass cutter and walked to the store window. He placed the cutter on the window and activated it. Three long pieces stuck out, then moved in a circle, cutting the glass. When they got back to where they started, it stopped, and Moordryd pulled the cut piece of glass off. The hole was big enough for him to fit in comfortably. One by one he took out gear and placed it in the trailer.

Cain

Cain pulled up to the busy street across from the tack shop. On his way to the shop he found some of the Dragon Eyes and he told them to come help.

“Where’s Moordryd?” Cain asked himself, looking around “Whatever, we need some gear.”

He turned around to the other three Dragon Eyes. “On my count, you two clear the streets,” he said, pointing to two of them. “And you start cutting the glass,” he said, starting get nerves. He had never done anything on his own, Moordryd was always there, giving orders, making sure they didn’t get caught. But for some reason, he wasn’t here. To make things worse, DSC was close by, so they didn’t have much time to get the gear they needed.

“And what are you going to do Cain?” they asked.

“I’m going to take care of the store keeper,” he said nervously. “Okay, one…two….three!”

They jumped out and went to work. As soon as the people in the street saw them, they ran. Cain quickly went to the gear store and went in.

“What do you want?” the old store clerk asked, but Cain didn’t answer. He just shot green trapping gear at him. Once the clerk was on the wall and had no way to get down, he ran to get some gear before Dragon City Security or the Dragon Booster arrived.

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~Shearkin

oh wow ...i my story dosn't seem very porular :S oh well....

Chapter 4
Cain put the last piece of gear in the trailer and looked around. There were no DSC or the Dragon Booster yet. This worried him.

“Let’s get out of here now!” he said, shutting the door. Then he ran over to where Coershun was standing and jumped on. “Now let’s go before...”

“Where are you going so fast?”

“…the Dragon Booster arrives,” he sighed. ‘This always happens…what if I…’ “Go, go now! I’ll hold him off!” Cain turned to the Dragon Booster after giving the order. He swallowed that lump of fear in his throat then pulled out his staff.

“Well this is a first, Cain, just you?”

“Well yeah…”

“This will be fun!” he chuckled, and then pulled out his jakk-stick. “Now Beau!” Then Beau magged Artha in the air.

Cain looked at Artha charging at him. “Oh, mag me, Coershun,” he groaned. The Dragon Booster was much more skilled than he was, and he always got beat by him. Coershun obeyed Cain and magged him into the air.

Beau growled at Coershun. {//Why don’t you just run away now so one gets hurt?//}

{//Well usually that’s what we would do, but not today, //} he hissed at Beau.

Cain and Artha were almost close enough to hit each other. Coershun moved the mag stream out of the way, causing Artha to hit nothing. Then he brought the mag stream back, hitting Cain into the Dragon Booster and causing Artha to fall.

“Ouch,” he let out a groan from a garbage dumpster.

“Wow, I beat the Dragon Booster,” Cain said, stunned. Coershun let Cain down in the saddle and took off.

“A little help, Beau,” Artha called from the dumpster. Beau looked in the direction that Cain and Coershun were running in, then went over and helped Artha out.

“Well that was different. Cain staying and fighting...and no Moordryd.”

“Different? Different indeed,” Parmon spoke through the helmet communicator. “Something must be going on…we’ll have to figure this out later. We have to get back to the others.”

“Right, I didn’t get a bite yet and I’m starving!” he said, getting up on Beau. “Come on, boy, you didn’t get to eat either.”

Beau nodded his head, then took off down an alley.

Cain
Finally Coershun came to a stop. Cain looked back to see if he was followed, but there was no sign of the Dragon Booster or DSC anywhere.

“I still can’t believe I beat the Dragon Booster.” He shook his head and took off to the compound.

Moordryd
He had just finished putting the last piece of gear in when…

“Well, well look what we have here. You don’t have a job from Daddy, so you go stealing gear?” Justine and Electrocon jumped off the roof top.

Moordryd turned around. “I wouldn’t have to steal gear if you didn’t take it all,” he said, getting mad.

“Cool your thrusters…I came to tell you that I can’t race today, so you’ll have to take my place.”

“And why can’t you race?”

“Umm, no reason…besides, it’s none of your business.”

He paused for a moment and looked at her. “Fine. Cain will have to take your place. I’m going to be gone.”

“Fine. See you later.” And she took off.

He watched her run off into the distance, and then he walked over to Decepshun’s head.
“We should get this gear to the compound then follow her…if I’m right, my father has another job for her.”

Decepshun put her head down and Moordryd got on. They left pulling the heavy load of gear. When they got to the compound there was no one at the gate.

“Where is everybody?” He said, thinking out loud. There was no one in the halls, and when he got to the stables all the dragons were there, but none of his crew members were. He unhooked the trailer, put Decepshun away and went to look for his crew. When he got to the hall that led to the control room, he heard their voices coming from the room. When he entered, everyone was gathered around Cain, who was sitting in Moordryd’s chair.

“Moordryd, where have you been?” Cain asked, getting up out of the chair.

“What’s this all about?”

“Cain got some gear and beat the Dragon Booster!” one of the other members let out.

“You what?”

“Yeah, when you disappeared I went to the gear shop and stole some gear. And then the Dragon Booster came and somehow I beat him…”

Moordryd looked at Cain and shook his head. “You need to take Justine’s place at the race today.”

“Why can’t you go?”

“Because…” he looked around at the others. “Don’t you have stuff to do?” he asked the rest of the crew. They looked at him, then took off. Then he turned back to Cain. “Because I have my own mission.”

“Okay, well I got some gear…where have you been?”

“I went to get gear…why?”

“So we have two trailers full of gear?”

“Enough. Just get ready for the race.”

“Yeah.” And Cain ran out.

Moordryd sat back in his chair and relaxed, before he had to leave.

Penn crew
I sat at the table across from Lance, who had just finished two burgers. I had never seen them eat anything other than candy bars and what I had made them at my place.

“Do you think Artha wants his burger?” Lance mumbled.

“Don’t you think you had enough?” Artha asked, walking up behind him.

“You’re back,” Kitt said, standing up. “Did you catch Moordryd?”

“Well it wasn’t Moordryd...it was Cain. And no, he got away.”

“Cain beat you?” She laughed.

“Where was Moordryd?” Conner asked.

“We didn’t see him,” Artha said, looking back at Parmon.

“Hum, that’s odd…well take a seat and eat your lunch, then we will be off again.”

“Right…have you thought of any stables we haven’t seen yet that could possibly be her grandfather’s?” Artha asked, sitting down and picking up his burger.

“I have a few in mind, but some are quite far. We will look at those ones tomorrow when we have more time. I was hoping to go see more today, but since we are running a little behind schedule,” he looked at Lance and then at Artha, “we’ll only have time for one.”

When they were finally finished eating, we were on our way to a stable nearby the Burger Shack.

“How much farther?” Lance complained.

“Not much Lance…why, are you in a hurry?” Kitt asked him.

“No…I was just wondering.” He smiled.

Lance is a very interesting character; you never know what’s going on with him.

“Sarina, does any of this look familiar to you?” Conner asked me.

“No,” I sighed looking around. Things were so big back then and smaller at the same time. I know it sounds weird, but it’s true.

“Well there it is. Kubota Stable.”

I looked ahead to see a high-class racing stable. “What crew owns it?”

“No one. It’s for racers who don’t have a stable area. They charge board for days or weeks. The stable was owned by Pete Black; he thought that it would be nice for people to have a place to stay. Then he had to sell and I’m not sure who owns it now.”

We entered the gate, and once we were in, you could see the real beauty. There were dragons of every kind and size. The courtyard was big and was decorated with some of the latest Dragon City fashions.

“Wait here,” Conner said, getting off Beau and he walked to the office.

Not long after, a girl came walking up on her dragon. “Hey, aren’t you Artha Penn?”

“Yup. Artha Penn from Penn Stables.”

“Hi, my name is Sahara. I race on the Dragon Flares.”

“Oh, well why aren’t you at the cave?”

“When you stay at the cave the heat between everyone gets heated.” She smiled. “And besides, if I stay there I would be bossed around by Pyrrah, and I don’t like being bossed around by my younger sister,” she laughed.

“You’re Pyrrah’s sister? I thought her only family was Sparkk,” Lance asked.

“Yes I am, you would never know we were sisters. She tries to hide it. Sparkk doesn’t mind….” She smiled. “And she doesn’t want anyone to know that I used to rule over the Flares.”

“You were the leader of the Dragon Flares?” Parmon asked, quite surprised.

“Yeah, it has been handed down from one person to another in our family from the day it was created...you’re quite a good racer, Penn, for being a rookie, and you’re already in the academy tryouts,” she said, getting off subject.

“Thanks. I have come a long way. How come I never see you race?”

“I don’t do as much as I used to, but now that I got Gaze, I’m thinking about getting back in,” she said, looking down at her dragon.

“That’s drac.”

“Yup…well I have to go, see you on the track Penn.”

“Yeah, nice talking to you.” And with that, she sped off out of the gate.

“That was awkward,” Kitt said, turning to Lance.

“He’s not in the office,” Conner sighed, coming out talking to himself. “Where could he be?”

“Ahh, my good friend, Conner Penn,” a tall man with red and black hair said, coming out of a nearby stall.

“Ronald Clifton. What are you doing here?” Conner asked, scratching his head.

“I bought the place,” he said, walking up and giving Conner a friendly hug. “Wow, look at you…you’ve gotten old,” he said, stepping back and looking Conner over before he let out a chuckle.

“And so have you. Look at you, the last time I saw you, you were cleaning out dragon stalls.”

“Yeah, I have changed since we last talked. Are these your sons?” He turned, looking at Artha and Lance. “Wow, the last time I saw Artha, he was only knee high of a dragon, and Lance wasn’t even walking; he was still in diapers.” He turned to look Lance over.
Lance blushed.

“So what brings you here?”

“I would like you to meet Sarina,” he said, pointing over to me. “She’s looking for her grandfather’s stable…do you know where I could find Pete Black?” he said, turning back to the man.

“Yeah, off dragway 28, the first apartment building on the left…or you could come by later. He’s coming to see how things are going on here.”

“Okay, at what time?”

“How about you come over early for supper?”

“Well, we couldn’t intrude.”

“No, not at all. We could catch up on old times.”

“Well, then we will be here for 5:30…anyway, we really have to go now, but we will see you later.” Beau magged Conner on his back this time, so Conner could stand on his back and hold on to the back of the saddle.

“Okay then, I will see you at 5:30.”

“Ronald!” a girl shouted from one of the tack stalls.

“Coming! See you later.” He waved and darted off to see what was wrong.

“Who was that?” Artha asked, turning Beau to the gate.

“An old friend from the tracks.”

“No surprise there.” Lance rolled his eyes.

“We should put a move on things if you don’t want to be late for the race,” Parmon said, looking at his comm-link.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot!” Artha let out. “Are you okay back there, dad?” Artha asked, turning his head.

“Yup, I’ve been doing this long before you were born,” he chuckled. “But you should take it easy. You don’t want to drain Beau’s energy before the race.”

“Aww, I won’t. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine,” he said, pushing the controller forward, making Beau run.

“Come on, Torah!” I pushed my controller forward, but not as far as Artha did, trying to keep up. I looked back to see Parmon and Lance following close behind.

“Artha, slow down. You’re going to drain Beau’s energy!”

“Aww, come on, dad. It’s only two blocks, it won’t do anything,” he said, turning Beau around another corner.

“Artha,” Conner said in a stern voice.

There was a pause for a moment. “Fine,” he said, pulling the controller back, causing Beau to stop. “Look, I could have kept going. I can see the gate from here,” he complained.

“You did the right thing, unless you wanted to be beaten by Kitt again,” Conner said with a smile.

“I guess you’re right…but it wouldn’t have done anything to him to go one more block.”

“Yeah, you better conserve Beau’s energy if you want to beat me, because Wyldfyr and I are feeling good about this race!”

“Yeah well, I beat you at our last race.” He smiled slyly.

“Well that was because I let you win.” She smiled back and kept walking.

Artha looked at Beau, than at Kitt. “Did she let us win?” Beau made his ‘I don’t know’ sound and shrugged his shoulders, then kept walking towards the gate.

“Well I never thought we would have to come here again,” Lance said, looking around.
Something was up, and I wanted to find out what.

Part one of this mystery; he came here before the gate was opened and said that he came to look for his missing draconee-yum bars. Lance does love draconee-yum bars, but wouldn’t the cleaner have come and well, cleaned the track after it was closed?

This was something I would have to think about later.

I looked up to see the gate of the track. I had only been here once, and that was when I was younger.

Flash back

“Come on, Sarina!” my grandfather yelled.

“Coming!” I yelled back. “Come on, Torah, this is no time to think about food!” I said, trying to pull her away from the draconee-yum bar stand.

“Is Torah giving you a hard time again?” I turned around to see my grandfather. He kneeled down in front of me.

“Yes, she wants to eat, like always.” I giggled. “But I don’t want to be late to watch the race.”

“Well if you can’t beat them, join them,” he said, standing up. “You two wait here.” Then he took off towards the stands.

“Hi.” A voice came from behind me. I turned around to see a boy. He had short brown hair with a darker brown streak in his bangs, if you want to call it that. He wore a blue T-shirt with a red dragon foot print on it.

“Hi.” I replied. Being a girl who lived most of the time in a temple where her best friend was a dragon, I was pretty shy.

“What’s your name?”

I was about to answer when Torah stepped in front of me and growled at the boy; she thought it was her job to protect me. I could see over her back as the boy stepped back, looking scared. When he didn’t run, she put her head down low and showed her teeth. Then the boy took off away from us.

“Thanks a lot, Torah.”

She smiled and hauled her head up as if what she did was a good thing. I thought I would have new friend, but no, my big pain-in-the-butt scared one of them away.

“I’m back.” My grandfather came back with three draconee-yum bars. One for me, one for him and one for my pain-in-the-butt.

“Now we had better get to our seats in the crew area.”

Yup, today was the day Blazer would run his first race since his accident. When we got to the stairs that led to the crew stands, I could hear the Race Marshal talking about the race.

“Hurry, the race is about to begin!”

“Keep your scales on,” my grand father laughed. “They still have about ten racers to name off before they start.” It was true, but I was so excited. This was my first real race that I would watch. I could barely keep still.

“So, where do we sit?” I asked, looking up at the other crew. He turned around and looked at me funny.

“Well first, Torah has to stay at the bottom of the stairs.” I turned around and saw that she was following me. I still had her draconee-yum bar.

“Go get it,” I said after throwing the bar down the steps. I was glad no one was behind us, or she would have trampled them. “And you stay down there.” She looked up at me, then she continued looking for the fallen bar.

“Come along now, Sarina, we had better get to our seats.”

He didn’t tell me what the second was. As we got to the top of the stairs, there were at least three or more of each crew up there. Some were looking over the track, others were running around, analyzing each turn and how their riders should use their gear. This was so exciting to me, my first race! And my grandfather said that there was something special about this race, but he didn’t want to tell me what.

I stood there, looking at what they were doing, until… “Sarina, come over here and sit by me.” My grandfather had taken his seat by three other people. I had seen them all at the stable before, but I didn’t know their names.

“Hey, Sarina!” a man about in his thirties called to me. I had seen him and his wife a lot at the stables; he was grandfather’s gear man.

“Sarina, you remember Scott?” Now I remember. I ran over and went to the edge of the balcony and looked down at the racers. There was about fifteen in this race. “Where’s Wendy?” That’s what Scott’s wife’s name was. She always made me cookies and yummy stuff like that.

“She’s still at the stables, but she knew that you were coming so…,” he went to his saddle bag, “she made you some cookies to take home!” And he pulled out a bag of chocolate chip cookies. I could smell their yummy goodness. I just couldn’t resist running up to him and grabbing the bag and hugging it.

“Sarina, what do you say,” I could hear my grandfather ask.

“Tell Wendy I said thanks!”

“Not a problem.”

I turned around quick to see who had spoken. It was Wendy, and she looked different, really different. She was, well, fat. Well not fat exactly, but she did have a big stomach. I looked at her strangely.

“When I heard that your grandfather was brining you to watch today’s race, I had to bake you something...I was hoping you would come to the stable first, but I guess you didn’t have time,” she smiled.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Scott ran over to her. “The doctor said you should be on bed rest.”

“I know, but I wanted to come and see Sarina,” she said, putting her hand on her stomach. Scott smiled at her. She smiled back at him. I could tell that they loved each other.

Wendy looked at me. “You know what?” She went and sat on a chair. “I have a secret for you.” I moved in closer to her so she could whisper in my ear. “I’m going to have a baby.”

That’s why she was so fat...I guess it wasn’t fat at all, she was pregnant. I hadn’t been there for a little while…four months to be exact, but I don’t remember her being so big. I had to giggle. “Now be sure to keep those cookies away from Torah, she might eat them all.”

She was right. Torah would eat them all and wouldn’t care if she didn’t leave me any. “I will, don’t worry.” Then she guided me with her hand back to the spot I was standing by to watch the race.

They were still going through the names and rules and all that boring stuff to a kid. I could smell the cookies, they smelled so good. I looked around. I could see my grandfather talking to someone else, so I snuck to the back of the seats and sat down on the floor. I pulled out a cookie and gobbled it down. I was about to reach for another one when someone ran by me and grabbed the bag from my lap. I quickly sprang up. I could see the person run away from me in the direction of the stairs. I followed, running as fast as I could while trying not to bump into other people.

When I almost reached the other side, I could see a boy. His friend and he were eating the cookies. I ran up to them. “Give me my cookies back!” This was no time for manners.

“Your cookies?” the boy who stole them from me asked. “I found them, so now they’re mine.” This boy had long, white, grayish hair and wore almost all black while the other one looked a little older than his friend and had dark colored skin. He had dark brown, almost black hair and wore a dark red mussel shirt with black pants.

“Well then, where did you find them?” They both looked at each other.

“On the ground.”

“They were not, they were in my lap,” I argued.

“But you were on the floor.” He smiled. He probably thought he had out smarted me.

“But they were on me. Yes, I was on the floor, but the bag wasn’t, so you stole it from me.”

“So? What are you going to do about it?”

Good question. I could run up to him and punch him in the face, grab my bag and run for Torah. Yes she would know about the cookies, but she would try to protect them as well. “So, what are you going to do about it?” he asked me again
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end of chapter
~Shearkin

I guess no one really likes my Fic here as there has been no post other than my own :( oh well here is teh next chapter any way's...

Chapter 5

I didn’t say anything.

“Just as I thought. Now run along and don’t come back.”

“But first, can you get the cookie recipe for me? These are really good cookies,” said the white haired boy’s friend, pointing to one in his hand.

“Cain, this is no time for that,” the first began to growl.

“But Moordryd…” They were deep in an argument, about what I don’t know, but they were distracted just enough for me to maybe be able to get my cookies back. I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat. I quickly grabbed my bag of cookies and took off, back to the safety of my grandfather.

I continued to run as fast as I could, bumping into some people as I went. I was not going to let those losers have my cookies! I looked over my shoulder; they were following me, but being bigger they didn’t have as easy as a job getting through the crowd. Suddenly, I bumped into someone and fell.

I looked up to see a tall man. He smiled, knelt down in front of me, picked up my bag and handed it to me. I gladly took it. He helped me to my feet. I couldn’t help but smile back, and seeing his bald head, orange eyebrows and short beard kind of made me laugh.

“Now, where are you going in such a hurry?” His calm voice almost made me forget about Cain and Moordryd. I looked back, seeing them running towards me. The man followed my gaze and his warm smile went away.

“I’ll keep them busy and you get back to your family. And don’t forget to cheer for Twister.” He winked. I smiled and took off back for my grandfather. I looked back and saw the man who helped me standing in Cain and Moordryd’s way. If they were my size they could have fit right under his legs, but they weren’t and that was to my advantage.

I slowed my pace as in this one area, people were very busy and I didn’t want to get turned around. Finally, I made it out of that mess and I could see my grandfather talking to someone. I began to feel safe until I felt someone grab me by the arm and swing me behind a big chair.

I slid across the ground and the bag of cookies fell to the floor. I looked up to see Cain. I scrambled to my feet to grab my cookies, but he grabbed both my shoulders and wouldn’t let his grip go. He was beginning to hurt me. So I stomped on his foot and he let go of me, but Moordryd was there and tripped me. I fell on my cookies, but at least I had them. I clutched them, holding on to them for dear life. I turned around to see Moordryd looking at me; he looked mad. Cain was still hobbling on one foot since I had stepped on his other foot.

Moordryd stepped towards me. I moved back, still lying on the floor, but I couldn’t move any further; there was a wall there. He grabbed my wrist.

“Give me those cookies!” he yelled. I just clutched them harder with my other arm. I could see the anger and hatred in his eyes. For the first time I felt helpless.

“Never!” I yelled at him. I knew my grandfather or that man could never hear me over all the hustle. He squeezed my wrist harder. I couldn’t pull it away and it began to hurt. Tears began to form in my eyes. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? He grabbed my shirt with his other hand and lifted me off the floor. Though he looked only a year older than me, he was stronger than any kid I had ever seen.

“Moordryd Paynn, what are you doing to that girl?” He let go of my shirt and spun around to see a tall lady. She had white hair and a mint green colored dress.

“Well?” she asked impatiently. Someone had finally come to my rescue.

“I was just helping her to get up,” he said, lying through his clamped teeth.

“I would hope so. Now run along as the race is going to begin.” Moordryd gave me an evil glare, then took off with Cain following not far behind him. After they were gone the lady looked at me and smiled.

“What’s your name young lady?” I looked at the floor shyly.

“Sarina,” I replied.

“Well Miss Sarina, for one thing, you should release the grip on the bag of cookies you are holding because they’ll turn to crumbs if you don’t. And second, your grandfather will be looking for you.” I smiled and ran back to my grandfather.

He was sitting back in his seat at the edge, looking over at the track. I went and stood beside him and looked. Over there was my pride and joy getting ready for his first race.

“Grandpa, where’s the dragon called Twister?” I asked, looking over at all the dragons.

“That one there. Why?” he asked. I reached into my bag and pulled out a cookie and smiled.

“No reason.” I watched as the track turned red, then yellow and then green. The gates fell and the dragons were off, leaving a cloud of dust in their place. I can’t remember who won that day or what made the race special, but I had an awesome time!

End of flash back

I guess I knew Moordryd and Cain long before I thought.

“Sarina!” I heard my name, but I couldn’t see anyone; there was so many people, more than I have ever seen.

“Over here!” It was Lance’s voice. I continued to scan the crowd from atop Torah, then I saw him jumping up and down, waving his arms. I waved back to let him know that I saw him.

“I’ll walk from here,” I said to Torah, who lowered her head enough for me to get down without landing on someone. People looked at Torah oddly. I sighed, “Too bad you can’t change like Beau.”

{// I’m sorry, I haven’t mastered that yet, and besides, I’m not in any danger like this. //} I rolled my eyes and walked into direction where Lance was calling me from. Finally I found Lance.

“What took you so long?”

“Nothing,” I said. He would never understand. He shook his head and lead the way to the Penn Stables crew tent. Artha was sitting atop of Beau, talking to Kitt. Parmon was looking at papers and Conner was gone, probably up at the stands.

“Why are there so many people here today? I haven’t seen the track this bad,” Lance commented even before I got to. Parmon pulled his head up from his work and shrugged and looked at Artha who also shrugged, not really paying attention to the question. Kitt stared opened mouthed at both of them.

“Are you serious? You don’t know why?” It was surprising. Parmon usually knew everything about every race and…well, everything. He shook his head regretfully.

“Well this race is called the Race of Legends and Oldies,” Kitt began. “The racers of today choose either an old racer or one who made a difference like Lorius to race for.” Finally Artha snapped out of the clouds.

“Yeah, I’m racing in his name and honor, as you can’t race for the original Dragon Booster.” He whispered the last part to us.

Kitt nodded in agreement and continued, “it also reminds us of the racers who have passed and on some occasions some of the old racers come and race themselves. The winner gets a trophy, 2000 drakkals and a new gear of the racers choice.” She stopped and pointed to a gear I never seen Wyldfyr wear.

“I got this last year for making second place. I didn’t get to choose it, but it’s supposed to even out your dragons energy. This year I’m going to be racing for Lucas Bronze. I used to watch him race when I was little.” Bronze, where did I hear that name before? I looked over to Lance who seemed to be thinking.

“Oh, I remember Lucas Bronze. He had the highest points in the entire down city racers, he was even going for the academy when there was some sort of accident with him and a Dragon Flare. Later that night he was killed. He has family somewhere, but no one knows where….” Parmon was cut off when a sudden, loud booming voice came over the speakers.

“Would all racers come to the starting line, the race will soon be beginning.”

“Well that’s our cue. See you guys later,” Artha said moving Beau to the track. Kitt followed but was stopped by Cain.

“So Kitt, I heard you’re racing for the loser, Lucas Bronze,” he sneered.

“Yeah well, what about it?” she snapped.

“At least he wasn’t a loser like you are Cain…oh, by the way, do you still want that cookie recipe?” Cain looked at me blankly.

“Ha, why would I need a cookie recipe? It’s not like I make them. Ha-ha.” He laughed dryly, then left to his tent. Everyone looked at me strangely. I just shrugged.

“Well, we better get going.”

“Good luck Artha, and you too Kitt.” I said with a smile.

I looked over at Kitt. She rolled her eyes, stuck her nose in the air and left with Artha. Once they were gone, I turned to Parmon.

“Why does Kitt hate me so much? Did I do something to offend her or something?”

“She thinks you’re trying to steal Artha from her, and stealing her ideas, like this morning when she mentioned that Lance just got his allowance and stuff.” I stood there in shock.

“Really? I mean I would never do that on purpose!” I said in disbelief. “I mean can’t she see that Artha really likes her? I mean, sure I like him, but not in that way, just as friends. With the way he looks at her and talks to her, I’m surprised that they’re not dating, and this morning I was just thinking out loud. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Well I guess Kitt just can’t see past her jealousy. With you being the new girl, she’s just worried, I guess.”

Parmon started to gather up all his papers, but wasn’t having much luck as they all started to fall.

“Here, let me help,” I said, grabbing a large chunk of his load.

“I can help too!” Lance said, taking one rolled up paper.

“Thanks, take them up to the crew stands. I’ll be up there in a few minutes. Lance, you show her where to go.”

“Okay,” I said, following Lance and leaving Parmon in the tent. Parmon had his back to the door and was looking at a graduate.

“Parmon, what were you and Sarina talking about? Were you telling her about our conversation we had this morning when I asked you not to tell anyone?” Parmon sprang up and turned around. Seeing Kitt at the door, he began to breath normally.

“You told me I wasn’t allowed to tell Artha,” he said smartly.

“Well I meant her too!” she yelled at him.

“Well I really don’t think she’s trying to steal Artha from you, she said it herself!”

“Oh yeah right. She’s probably just trying to cover it!”

“She wants to be your friend!”

“Sure,” she said, walking past him and grabbing some gear off the rack.

“Anyway, what were you doing eavesdropping on our conversation?”

“I forgot my gear,” she snapped and left the tent.

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end of chapter

well if there are any reader's I hope you liked it !
~Shearkin

Please show me the Race of Legends and Oldies. I am curious.

well I'm glad you like it!!! its nice to see that some one is enjoying my story's!!, I guess it's a bit early to post a new chapter .... and that last chapetr was kinda long ( ok really long !) but to awnser your question is it's the same old kind of race but a diffrientname and you race in honnor of some one..... and to any of you who dont' get Torah in thsi chapter to kinda exsplanes it !

Chapter 6
At The Track

I could hardly see past the pile of papers. The only thing that kept me on the right track was that single orange hair that stuck up on Lance’s head. Finally, we reached some stairs and he skipped up them, slipping between people while I, on the other hand, dropped everything I held. When I picked up a scroll, another one fell. This was not working.

“What’s taking you so long?” Lance, who had vanished, had once again reappeared.

“Can you get that for me? I keep dropping them.” All I could see was his hair shaking. Then he bent down and picked it up and disappeared again.

“Come on,” he called from the top of the stairs.

“Coming,” I yelled up. That kid was like a tracking dragon. Here one second, then gone the next. I slowly made my way up the stairs, not losing any more scrolls. ‘Home free,’ I thought. But then I saw the obstacle course ahead; people and crew members running this way and that.

“Excuse me, pardon me, sorry,” I said as I bumped and squeezed by people. Finally, I made it, but then…crash. I tripped and hit someone. I fell on my butt with the papers floating to the ground around me. One landed on my face, so I blew it off and looked up to see Conner. Suddenly, something clicked.

Flash back
I looked over my shoulder. They were following me, but being bigger they didn’t have as easy as a job getting through the crowd. Suddenly, I bumped into someone and fell. I looked up to see a tall man. He smiled, knelt down in front of me, picked up my bag and handed it to me. I gladly took it. He helped me to my feet. I couldn’t help but smile back.

End of flash back

He knelt down and helped me gather up the papers. His smile was the same as the man who helped me so long ago. I watched him from the corner of my eye, wondering if he remembered.

“Parmon always has way too much stuff,” he said. Standing up, he offered his hand. Still in a daze, I took it. But then I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I should have learned the first time to watch where I’m going. First a bag of cookies, now papers,” I said, hinting. He looked at me strangely and stood there thinking for a moment, searching through his memory. He looked at me and started to point his finger at me.

“The girl who Moordryd and Cain were chasing,” he said, thinking out loud. I smiled and nodded. “And they still can’t seem to leave you alone.”

“Nope,” I agreed and turned around to see Lance standing there with a blank look on his face. I was about to explain when he threw his hands up.

“I don’t even want to know.”

Moordryd

Moordryd sat atop Decepshun in the shadows of a building in front of his father’s citadel, talking with Cain over vidd-link with a confused look on his face. “What did she say to you?”

Cain sighed. “She asked if I still wanted a cookie recipe. How does she know I make cookies?”

Moordryd sat there. “I don’t know, you’ve never mentioned it before, I….” Moordryd stopped. “Unless Sarina’s the...” He began to put together pieces in his head.

“Unless she’s what?” Cain yelled in anticipation.

“LAST CALL FOR RACERS!”

“I’ll tell you later. You go win the race and I’ll see you at the track after,” he said before he turned off the VIDD-screen. He sat back in Decepshun’s saddle.

‘Justine should have been here by now,’ he thought as he waited a few more minutes. He looked at the door; his father had doubled the wraith dragons.

“That’s weird. He usually only does that when he’s giving me a job,” he said, thinking out loud. Suddenly, Decepshun hissed and backed a little further into the shadows. “What is it girl?” he asked, patting her head as she gazed at the citadel. Moordryd followed her gaze.

There was Justine and Electrocon strolling into the citadel. Moordryd watched to see what the wraiths would do when she approached. To Moordryd’s surprise, they never moved from their post, and they let Justine walk right in.

“Stay here girl, I’ll be back in awhile,” he said, jumping off.

He kept to the shadows and moved to an air vent that would lead right to his father’s work chamber. It took him a little while to get in; the last time he had done this was when he was a kid sneaking off during his studies to watch the races. He crawled though the dusty, old vent, and as he expected, it lead right to his father’s chamber. He sat there, wedged, trying to be as quiet as possible, but it was hard. ‘When will she show up?’ He grumbled to himself. ‘My father doesn’t like to be kept waiting.’

He smirked. This was true. Word never liked waiting, and his patience was being stretched thin as he sat there drumming his fingers on the table. Finally, Justine came in, walking in a calm, orderly pace, not seeming to be in any hurry.

“Justine, what took you so long?” he spat, then smirked.

“Your citadel is so wonderfully enormous that I got lost,” she said, using it as an excuse. Word sat there and smiled.

“It is rather large compared to what you’re used to seeing,” he said. Standing up, he walked over to his control panel and pressed a button. Suddenly the screens came to life. Moordryd couldn’t believe what he was seeing: it was Sarina and her dragon racing with the stable brat in the background. ‘That’s Sarina,’ he thought.

“This footage was taken earlier this morning at the Penn Stable’s track. Do you know what breed of dragon that is?” he asked, wondering if Justine knew.

“I’m sorry uncle, I don’t recognize that breed,” she said, dropping her gaze.

“That, my dear, is a dark purple dragon. They were bred may years ago, combining black draconium and purple and fusing it with gold, creating this breed of dark purple.” She stared at the screen.

“Once this breed was pure. The riders found out how loyal these dragons were and that they could run for days without food or water, but soon the breed became polluted and the dragons were not as strong or as fast. In over 1,000 years there has not been any purer dark purple dragon than that which you see on the screen. Somehow this stable dweller has herself one, and I want it. With this Dragon, I believe I could destroy the Dragon Booster and his dragon. In all my years I have never seen a dark purple dragon so pure,” he said, almost wanting to touch the picture of the dragon on the screen.

“I want you to get this dragon for me. Use whatever gear you want to and whatever gear you have to, even if you have to kill a few people to get it. I want it!”

That was enough information Moordryd needed. If this dragon is what his father wanted he would make sure Justine failed to get it at all costs. He crawled back through the vent and left his father and Justine.

“One more thing, Justine; you must get this dragon before its rider finds out what it can do.”

“What can it do?” she asked, wanting to know everything she could before she went out. He turned and looked at her and opened a book that sat on the table.

“When the dragon-human war began, the riders and their dragons formed a special bond creating unique armor. When they wore this armor they called themselves Shearkins, and they created a crew of their own to fight along side the Dragon Booster. They also found out that the dragon had a special ability to change form and color. Get this dragon for me before it does that, or you will never be able to find it!” he snapped, and she nodded.

“Where is this dragon and its rider staying now?” she asked. He turned back to the screen.

“She’s staying at Penn Stables, searching for her grandfather,” he answered. She bowed her head and left.

At the track
I looked to see Lance pacing back and forth. He knew something, but what?

“Hey Lance, what’s up?” I asked, touching him on the shoulder. He jumped and gave a little squeal.

“What’s up? Nothing’s up. I’m not thinking of anyone,” he said in a panic. I scratched my chin.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with you being here this morning, would it?”

He pondered for a moment. “Promise not to tell anyone?”

I crossed my heart and smiled.

“Ahh, dad! Sarina and I are going to go to get some draconee-yum bars!” Lance yelled to his dad as he took my hand and led me back down the stairs.

“Lance, where are we going?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. He just kept walking. Finally I was able to stop him.

“Lance, what is this about?”

“You know the person that Kitt is racing for?” He sighed.

“Yeah. Luca Bronze.”

“Well, I believe that he’s somehow related to Salina, my friend.” That’s where I heard that name before; she was at the temple when Lance was kidnapped.

“So you are trying to find her because…”

“I think she deserves to watch this race with us from one of the best seats in the house, to watch someone race in her brother’s name.” I smiled. He was right.

“So where does she live?”

“I think she lives somewhere around here.” I looked around; Lance had led me to the crew tents.

“Salina, it’s Lance. Are you here?” he said as he let go of my hand and started to look around the tents. Suddenly I saw something from the corner of my eye. I turned around to see the same young girl that was with the Penns that day. Lance turned around and saw Salina.

“Hi Salina.” He smiled. She smiled back.

“Hi Lance. Is your brother racing today?” she asked shyly, probably because I was here.

Lance nodded. “And guess who Kitt is racing for? Lucas Bronze...is he your brother?” Lance asked. She stood there, almost thinking. I could almost see a tear begin to roll down her face as she nodded her head.

“We would like you to come with us and watch the race from the crew stands,” I said, hoping to brighten her spirits. She looked at me, than at Lance.

“I would love to! But you can’t tell anyone who I am, okay?” she asked, being very serious. I look at Lance. We both nodded.

“Okay, I’ll come. Come on, Comet,” she said, and out stepped a dragon that followed her. He seemed kind of short for the type that walked on two hind legs.

As we walked back to the stands, I never took my eyes off him. He looked like an older dragon, but he was so short and I just couldn’t place his breed. He had yellow and blue markings, except for a bit of silver that separated the two. When we got to the steps he went and stood next to Torah. His head was only a foot taller than hers.

“Come on, Sarina, it’s about to start!”

I took one last look at Salina’s dragon, then went up to join the others.

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end of chapter

well I hope you liked it .. and you'll have to give me and Lilliwen some time for writing and correcting with teh end of the school year and all and with summer just around teh corner I'm trying not to sit in front of the computer as much :P
~Shearkin