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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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

well its' been all summer that I havent posted and for those who have been reading and just not posting I'm sorry but I didnt' have much time ... but now I do so here's teh next chapter enjoy!


Chapter 7

Conner questioned why Salina was there, to which Lance smartly replied, “She helped save me from the temple of Lezmark, so as a thank you I thought I would invite her to a race.” And Conner believed it, thank goodness.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Salina, and I’m glad you can join us,” Conner said politely. Salina smiled shyly. She seemed like a nice girl, but she was very shy around other people.

“Welcome, All-City Competitors, to the Race of Legends and Oldies!” the Race Marshal’s voice boomed. He said a few other words about the race, about some of the rules, sponsors and most of the boring stuff. Finally, he came to announcing the racers. I looked over the edge. How fun would it be to be down there, everyone watching you, cheering for you. Just thinking about it gave me the jitters.

“…and now here’s everyone’s favorite rookie, Artha Penn, racing for Lorius!” Artha stood up on his saddle and waved to the cheering crowd, which also included Lance, Salina, Parmon, and me.

“…who’s that hot shot racer who heats up the track whenever she’s on it? Kitt Wonn, racing for Lucas Bronze!”

People from the Dragon Flares started to boo and their fans started to do the same, but as Salina looked down at the ground, the cheers became louder than the boos, drowning them out. I smiled when I saw Salina’s expression. They weren’t just cheering for Kitt, but for Lucas too.

The announcer finished announcing the names, which included Pyrrah, Cain and Katha. Soon the racers were off. Kitt had a short lead followed by Katha, Pyrrah, Cain and Artha taking up the rear with the some other unknown racers. I watched in anticipation to see who would win!

Moordryd

He stood outside his father’s citadel, waiting for Justine. It was way too quite. Maybe he should have stayed and listened a little longer. Maybe they were discussing something he should know about. He was about to go back when Justine rushed out on Electrocon and down the street.

‘She’s even more reckless than I am,’ he thought, watching her as she almost ran over people as they went by. He at least moved Decepshun around them.

Sure, he knew the way out of Precinct, but he didn’t need any reason to go there on a regular basis. He continued to follow her for some time, but got tired of it when all she was doing was going through the market, looking in stores at really boring stuff.

He stopped and pulled out a tracking dragon and sent it after her. ‘That takes care of that. Now to go and see how Cain’s doing,’ he thought, making sure the tracking dragon was following her. Then he left.

On The Track

Artha pushed Beau’s controller forward, asking him to go faster.

“So, you are going to let me win again?” Artha teased Kitt when he had surprisingly caught up to her.

“Yeah right, stable boy. I’ll see you at the finish line.” She activated her thruster and took off to the front, leaving Artha in the dust. He looked ahead and pressed his controllers forward as far as they would go.

“Artha, be careful. You’ll drain Beau’s energy that way! If you keep doing that you won’t have any energy to finish the race,” Parmon said over the VIDDscreen.

“Just leave me be, Parmon! I know what I’m doing!” Artha snapped, pulling out his blocking staff and pulling it up just in time to stop Cain from hitting him.

“Artha, please listen to Parmon. If you keep this up you’ll never finish this race.” Connor’s voice could be heard.

“Artha, why don’t you race more like Sarina and conserve your dragon’s energy!” Parmon pleaded.

“Thanks for the advice, but I don’t need it right now.”

“But Artha!” Artha turned off his screen; he needed to catch up and he was going to do it with what he got!

At The Stands

Parmon turned to us, horrified.

“Did you just see what he did? He cut me off!” This was the first time I had ever saw Parmon get mad at anyone!

“If he thinks he can win this race without me, well he’s wrong,” he said, crossing his arms. I wished there was something I could do, but I always seemed to make things worse.

“Maybe he’s just trying to impress Kitt.” I heard a small voice behind me. I turned to see Salina.

“Well, it would make sense with Parmon always telling Artha what to do, and Kitt is winning races on her own. Maybe he wants to try something on his own to show her that he doesn’t need Parmon’s help all the time to win races.” I was quite surprised that Salina actually spoke in front of Parmon and Conner. They looked at her.

Parmon sighed. “Well it’s possible that’s true, but he could have just said it nicer.”

I turned back to the race. Parmon was right; Artha wasn’t even half done and he was pushing Beau to his limits again. He wouldn’t finish the race, but what could I do? I sat there, slumped over, watching Kitt move up to third place.

“I don’t see how she does it, she’s such a good racer,” I said, thinking out loud.

“She is good, almost as good as some of the academy racers,” Salina said.

I looked down at Salina. She seemed to know a lot about racing and stuff, which made me wonder.
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~Shearkin

An amazing story Shearkin! I want to see more! :D

Thanks'! I'm glad some one is actully enjoying them!!:)
just for replying I'll post another chapter ^^

Chapter 8
Back On The Track

Artha had fallen behind; he was now in the rear part of the group. He hadn’t been there since he first started racing. He sighed, starting to regret not taking the help Parmon had offered him. He looked at the easygoing racers that were around him. He could not settle for this. He looked up ahead. The leaders were way too far up for him to catch up with just Beau running.

He flipped the safety on his thruster and activated it. Beau speed up running faster and faster, leaving the laid back racers behind. Artha smiled as he looked back, seeing the racers get smaller and smaller.

He heard something beep and he looked at Beau’s energy. It was going down fast, just like Parmon predicted. He deactivated his thrusters and looked ahead. He was now stuck in the middle, in between the winners and the losers. He sighed.

“Now what, boy?”

Beau made his I’m-not-sure noise and continued to run, keeping a steady pace. ‘If it were Sarina, she probably would have listened,’ Artha thought.

He hated that Parmon said that he should be more like Sarina. ‘Who is she to think she’s better at racing than me anyway?’ he thought, He shook his head, trying not to think about it. ‘Sure, she’s a good racer, but not that good. So she beat me this morning. That doesn’t mean anything.’ He fought with himself.

Beau could sense Artha’s anger and frustration. He grunted, hoping to get Artha to focus on the race. He didn’t want then to disgrace the name of Lorius, but Artha just couldn’t focus, no matter how hard he tried. Beau grumbled, snapping Artha’s attention back to the race.

“I know boy, but what can I do?” He watched as some slowed to round the corner. Artha hung his head, knowing he let down Lorius, his friends and his family. He needed their help, but would they forgive him?

‘With the way I treated them, probably not.’ He sat back in his saddle, trying to think of the wisdom his friends and family gave him in the past races.

“What was it, using things from the past to help in the future?” he said, thinking out loud. He looked back at the gear Beau had on.

“Red thruster, white repel, and white aero.” An idea popped into his head. He looked up at the beams that ran across the track. He finally had a plan.

“I hope this works,” he said, aiming the repel gear at one of the beams ahead of him.

Artha activated it, and the gear opened up, shooting the claw outward, grabbing the beam. Artha pressed another button and the gear began to retract, causing Beau and Artha to swing around the beam. Once they were heading back in the right direction he deactivated the repel gear and activated his aero and thruster and they shot forward. After a moment he deactivated it, hoping that Beau’s energy would stay stable.

They continued to glide forward, gaining speed and closing the distance between him and the leaders. Beau slowly began to descend to the ground. His front feet touched first, followed by his back and he continued on running, getting his feet back into a rhythmic beat. Artha was surprised how far he had caught up, but they were still far ahead. Sure, they would be rounding a turn and would slow down, but so would he, and then they would just regain that same lead. He needed help.

“Parmon,” he said, turning the VIDDscreen on. “I need your help. I mean, if you don’t want to help me that’s understandable.”

Parmon stood there, still looking displeased.

“What I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry.”

“Well it’s about time.”

Artha smiled, glad to see his best friend had forgiven him. “So do you have any plans to get me out of this mess I put myself in?” he asked.

At The Stands

“I’m not sure, Beau’s energy is…” and he began to ramble, calculating racing stats in his head.

“I have an idea.” Lance popped up. “Why doesn’t he use the move Sarina did this morning?” he exclaimed.

From where I stood I could see Artha’s face. His jaw seemed to stiffen.

“Again, why does Sarina have to be the solution for every problem? The ‘savior’ for Artha Penn! If she’s so good, then why isn’t she here racing, hum?” The intensity in his voice seemed to pierce my heart. He probably didn’t even know I was standing here.

“Why do you keep comparing us? Okay, fine, I’ll admit she’s better than me okay? Now stop rubbing it into my face!” he screamed at his brother. I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“No Artha, don’t do what Sarina did. What I did this morning was just a fluke, some beginners luck! I’m sorry that everyone is telling you to be more like me, but to tell you the truth, they should be telling me to be more like you, more daring, courageous, and strong. I’m sorry that you feel the way you feel, but you shouldn’t take me as a threat or be jealous. I’ve only gotten so good by watching you…I’m the one who should be jealous of you, you have great loving family and loyal friends. I wish I had the same!” I stopped, realizing I was now right up to the VIDDscreen and everyone was watching me as if they were waiting for me to say something more. I’m not even sure what I said made any sense.

“Okay, I’m done,” I said, backing away, feeling embarrassed.

“Well I …didn’t know you looked up at me like that…I guess we’re all a bit jealous of something sometimes.” He let out a dry laugh.

“You couldn’t do Sarina’s ‘trick’ anyway; you don’t have any blue turning gear. You wouldn’t be going fast enough to put enough pressure on the lines to make the turn easier, and the turn is too sharp. If you let go too soon or too late, you’ll crash and could be seriously injured,” Parmon added.

“He could do it using white repel gear instead of the blue turning, and use his thruster to gain some speed. If you time it just right he could actually sail right up to third or fourth place.” Everyone turned to see Salina, who was deep in thought, like Parmon does when he’s thinking. “Yeah, it would work, but you would need direct timing, right Parmon?” she asked.

Parm seemed baffled of the fact that for one, she spoke, and second, she was gear smart. He quickly added the numbers into his computer, and with a shocked look he replied,
“It will work, but you will have to listen to me for the exact timing or…”

“Yeah, crash and who knows how bad. I get it,” Artha interrupted.

Parmon nodded, and we all waited.
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~Shearkin

I am glad Parm has forgiven Artha. Aura_Booster, please take note of other authors. I am glad you like this story. Do not write short chapters, ok? Aura_Booster?

yeah you wouldnt' knwo what kind of trouble Artha might get into is Par hade heled a grudge :P

please take note of other authors? was that directed to me or Arua ?
oh before I forget :P heres' another chapter !!^^ and hehe ^^' this one is kinda short ( I was on a writing block when I wrote this ) nI was having alote of trouble with deciding how thsi race woudl work out so ( hopefully I'm wrong but) it may not make much sence ... lets' just put it this was I was filling a empty gap in my story ( how to get from thsi point in my story to teh next)


Chapter 9

Artha was gaining speed as he ran down the drag way. We watched from the edge of our seats. I stood there, more nervous than I ever had been before.

“Do you really think he can do it?” I asked Parmon, who was watching through his binocs.

He shrugged without taking his eyes away from Artha. I should have known not to bother him. It was really critical for him to signal Artha at the right moment, but I just couldn’t sit and watch anymore; I felt like I would go out of my mind.

“He’ll be able to do it, I’ve seen him do more risky moves than this,” Salina said. She seemed so calm and as if she knew what would happen. I looked back at the track. I wondered how Artha was feeling right now.

On The Track

Artha pushed forward a little, just increasing Beau’s speed enough to be at a good running speed. He watched as the other racers started to slow down to take the turn.

“Are we really going to do this, boy?” he asked, wondering if it was really a good idea to go through with. The turn was approaching quickly and he was starting to pass the other racers. They looked at him strangely as he passed by. He took a deep breath.

“So…when am I supposed to activate the gear?” he asked as Parmon’s face popped up on the screen.

“Soon, if I’m correct- ,” Parmon started to say when Salina interrupted.

“Don’t slow down Artha, keep going straight. As soon as you start to pass the turn, use your repel gear and hook on and activate your thruster. With the jolt of the thruster start reversing your repeal gear-”

“-and it should give you enough pull to bring you around the turn,” Parmon cut her off.

“Okay…if you both think it will work, just let me know when!” He turned his focus to the turn in his head. He started a count down of Beau’s strides; this would have to be perfect.

They continued to run, and when the turn approached he became a bit skeptical of this plan. He watched as the turn got closer and closer. He gripped the handles so hard that his knuckles started to turn white.

“Now Artha!” Salina and Parmon said at the same time. Instantly, Artha activated his repel gear and his thrusters and put the repel gear in reverse. Beau continued to run on until he got to the end of his length and was shot around the corner.

Stands

“Wow, what a move by Artha Penn! But he still needs to catch up with the leaders!” the Race Marshall’s voice boomed over the speakers.

We all cheered, but our victory was short lived. He had made it around, but he still had to land and let go, and if he didn’t do it soon, he would go right in a circle and run into the wall. I leaned anxiously over the rail watching, but I couldn’t see much; he was too far away. All I could see was a dot.

“Parmon, do you have a pair of binoc’s I could borrow?”

Suddenly a pair was handed to me. I wasn’t sure from who though. I looked through them and zoomed in on Artha; he was turning too perfectly, like he had done that move over a hundred times.

“Let go!” Parmon said.

I watched Artha’s finger move and the repel gear retract and his thrusters shut off. He was gliding in thin air. I held my breath, waiting for them to land….

Track

Artha held his breath. If Beau didn’t land properly, they could fall and crash. The ground began to approach and Beau’s front feet landed with a thud, and then his back. In moment he was running again.

“Yeah!” he exclaimed.

“Stable brat?” Artha looked to his left and there was Cain and Coershun, and to his right was Pyrrah. Behind him was Khatah and in the lead was Kitt.

“Well hello, Artha Penn, you race well, but not well enough!” he pulled out his blocking staff and was magged into the air. He came down upon Artha. Quickly, Artha counter attacked by pulling out his staff and blocked his shot.

“Oww, good idea!” Cain grinned and soon all three racers were taking a shot on Artha.

Finally, Khatah quit and moved into second and Pyrrah left to catch up with him, leaving Cain and Artha to their fight. Artha was doing his best not to spend Beau’s energy with that fight.

Coershun magged Cain in the air and instead of his staff coming to hit Artha, it hit his left thruster. Artha looked back as it tumbled off the side of the track.

“Now let’s see you catch up.” With that he left. Artha sighed.

“Well, we did the fancy move for nothing…but thanks anyway.”

“You can’t give up now Artha! You’re almost there!” Salina’s voice cried. Artha looked ahead. There was a turn, a straightaway and then the finish line.

“Yeah, but I can’t get there in…”

“Artha Penn, I’ve watched you race and you’re better than what you let on to be. Some times-,” Salina was interrupted.

“-yeah, and sometimes you have a big fat…” You could just hear Lance’s voice in the background.

“Well, that may be true, but I’ve seen you get out of even worse places than this!”

Artha stopped and smiled “You’re right. No use giving up until the race is over!” He smiled. “So who has a plan?”

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I'm glad people are enjoying my storys'!! I love to wright ( though it may not be goo or good spelling or grammer):P

~Shearkin

Good chapter on the race. Mostly, grammer is not our strong point, but you are doing your hardest. It is not perfect English, but it is passable. :)

Not everyone is perfect. Your English is okay, and to me, it is passable. I am enjoying your story too. Keep it up.

well thanks'... my grammer woudl be a hole lot worse but Liliwen has been reading over my stuff and helping me with that ^^

ok thsi next chapter has a bit of gore in it ( as says' in my header) this one I read it and get right into it ... it's probebly just me because I'm so attatched to my caracter I dont knwo ... I hope you like it!

Chapter 10

Artha and Beau were sneaking up behind Khatah. With all that had gone on, he probably thought Artha had given up, but no way was he going without a fight. Beau moved up slowly and Artha tapped Khatah on the shoulder.

“Did you miss me?” he asked as Khatah turned around. Artha knocked him out of his saddle and silently moved up behind Cain.

Making sure his thruster was almost fully charged, he took his blocking staff and knocked off both of Cain’s thrusters. Cain was too caught up in fighting Pyrrah to notice what Artha was doing. He got Beau to mag Cain’s falling thrusters and placed Artha’s right thruster on Coershun. Once it was on, he moved between Pyrrah and Cain and used Cain’s thrusters to get their attention, and then he blasted by them.

Cain instantly flipped the safety for his thruster and began to spin uncontrollably to the left towards Pyrrah, crashing into her. Artha looked back with pleasure.

“Yet another great move, Salina!” Artha praised her. He moved up next to Kitt, who was taking the race at a steady speed.

“Well hello, Kitt. You surprised?”

She seemed shocked to see him.

“Well, I guess it’ll just be you and me racing it out for first.”

She laughed. “In your dreams, stable boy!” She activated her thrusters, leaving Artha second place in a cloud of dust.

“In first place it’s Kitt Wann!” the Race Marshall’s voice boomed over the speakers. “…and Artha Penn is in second!” He went on to name the sponsors and what the winner won.

After the race

Artha continued to ramble on about the moves he did and his sneaky trick of the day. Sarina just sat back, glad that it was over with no more deadly moves. She watched as he went over and thanked Salina for her help; anyone could tell she liked the attention. Sarina walked over to the balcony. Almost all the people had cleared out of their seats and they were pushing themselves down the stairs. When she looked back, she saw Salina running for the main stairs.

“Salina?” she called after her, but she didn’t stop. Something was wrong, so she chased after her, bumping into Kitt.

“I’m sooo sorry!” she said, making sure she was okay and then running after Salina.

“Sarina?” Artha called and took off after Sarina, just bumping into Kitt.

“Well aren’t you going to congratulate me?” she asked as he ran to the main stairs.

“Hum? Okay, congrats!” he said before disappearing down the stairs.

Kitt had just picked up her prize and came up to the stands. She was going to tell Artha what an awesome job he did and offer to take the crew out for a real dinner with her prize money, but she didn’t feel like it anymore.

“What nerve,” she mumbled. She looked up. Conner was gone and only Parmon and Lance remained.

“Is everything okay?”

“No,” she said, turning away.

“Kitt.”

“It’s Sarina, okay! All I have heard is Sarina’s this or Sarina’s that, and I’m tired of it! And look how he ran after her.” A tear ran down her face.

“Kitt, did you notice how he looked at you first, and then he saw Sarina leaving.”

“And do you know why Sarina was leaving?” Kitt stopped and looked up, only now remembering Lance was there. ‘Oh, how I’m never going to hear the end of this teasing,’ she thought.

“Because Salina ran after Artha said he wanted to take her along with you for dinner to celebrate the race, and then he wanted to go to her house and tell her parents how great she did.” He stopped. Kitt was now realizing how self-centered she was. She remembered seeing someone run past her, but she was too content on her winnings to notice who it had been.

“I guess I never noticed,” she confessed.

“You couldn’t see past your jealousy, that’s all.”

“Sarina never meant for any of this. She doesn’t like Artha in that way.” Parmon began. “And if you stop being jealous over her, then you could see how much you guys are alike and see that she doesn’t want your place in the crew. She wants to be your friend.”

She stopped, taking it all in for a moment, realizing how jealousy blind she was being. “Maybe you’re right…but I’m not going to be her friend,” She noted.

“Come on, let’s take the back stairs to see what’s going on.” And he ran down the stairs.

Meanwhile

I ran to the stairs and saw Salina wiggling her way through the crowd. There was no way I could do that; maybe if I were smaller, but not now. I looked over the edge and saw Torah down below, staying out of people’s way. I whistled, and she looked up. I climbed over the rail and jumped.

“Sarina, no!” I heard Artha yell. I sailed towards the ground, my vest flapping in the wind as the ground came closer and closer. Finally, Torah magged me. I was relived since I was afraid she would have just let me fall. I looked at her.

“Don’t you ever in the Magna Draconis do that again!” I scolded. She smiled I looked over the stairs and saw Salina coming to an empty landing spot where the stairs met. I nodded to Torah and she set me down in front of her.

“Salina, what’s wrong?” I asked. “Kitt won in your brother’s name!”

She looked up at me with tears streaming down her face. Something in the back of my head had been nudging at my curiosity.

“Salina, what happened to your brother?” I asked as she tried to push by me and started to walk away. I reached out and touched her shoulder.

“Just leave me alone, okay?” she screamed.

“Salina,” I cooed. “It’s okay, please tell me.” She burst into tears and I pulled her close. People started to look at us as they walked by.

{// Salina doesn’t need to go through this again. //} I heard a voice and saw her dragon.

“Doesn’t need to go through what again?” I asked.

“What?” she asked, looking up at me.

He looked at me. {// You understand what I’m saying? //}

I nodded.

“Come, let’s talk where there’s a little more privacy,” I said, keeping my hand on Salina’s shoulder. I guided her towards the Penn Stable tent.

“Sarina, wait up!” I heard Lance yell. I turned and saw Conner, Parmon, Kitt, Artha, and Lance coming towards us.

“What’s going on?” Conner asked. I looked at Salina. It wasn’t my secret to tell. She looked into my eyes and she knew what to do.

“We’ll explain over by the tent, if that’s okay?” I said before Salina could start. Conner nodded and we all began to walk to the tent. Not far behind I could hear Torah and Comet talking.

{// Is your rider crazy, or can she really understand what I’m saying?//}

{// A bit of both, she’s so crazy she would jump down three flights of stairs to find out what a little girl’s problem is, and yes, she can understand you. //} Dragon conversations are so funny and different than ours.

Once we got to the tent, everyone took their own place. Artha sat on an old crate, Pram stood, Kitt was next to Wyldfyr and Lance was on the floor.

“Now, what is this all about?”

“It’s about me…or my brother more like it. I’m Salina Lorain Bronze, Lucas Bronze’s little sister,” she said, looking at the ground. Everyone but Lance and me gasped.

“Lucas Bronze, the guy Kitt raced for,” Artha exclaimed.

“My dragon Comet was his.” She motioned to him. “He only started racing when our dad died. Mom was having trouble handling the books for the stables, so he was racing to help keep things going…he had no time to enjoy his racing anymore between training, racing and caring for the dragons that were left….”

She stopped. This must have been so hard for her.

“I remember the day of the race when things changed. Lucas was racing his best, a bit tired from the night before as he stayed up trying to calm a sick dragon. He was in first place with a Dragon Flare on his left and a…I can’t remember what crew they were from …they were on his right. The finish line neared; Lucas was going to win. I remember watching from the stands as the racer on his right aimed his repel gear at Comet’s feet, planning on tripping him. I tried to warn him and he just moved out of the way of the repel gear using his thruster gear…but the Dragon Flare didn’t see and her dragon was tripped. I remember watching her fly from her saddle and landing on the track. She was about to stand when her dragon landed on her, killing her instantly. Lucas stopped, letting the real culprit pass and win. The dragon had broken its leg and had to be put down. I remember that day, after the race Lucas went and apologized to the Dragon Flares for not seeing their fellow member on his other side and he tried to give his sympathies, but they wouldn’t take it and they swore vengeance on their friend.”

She stopped and swallowed a tear back. “ …we were on our way home, like always, a little late from our ice-cream stop. He was talking about how he was going to get me a dragon that I could choose…I was so excited. We were about two blocks away from home and it was getting dark so we…” she began to sob, and Comet stepped up.

{// You people continually put her through this kind of pain…she is just a child and has enough of this to deal with without you opening old wounds…tell her not to continue and I will finish.//} I relayed the message and Comet began.

{// We were taking our regular way home through the alley when we were ambushed. Instantly, Lucas made me mag Salina out of the way of the fight and atop a building. They came from all directions, using whatever they had on us. Within moment I was on a wall held there by trapping gear, and I watched as my rider was beaten to death. His pleas for mercy rang through the alley; he was begging them to stop. But they didn’t. Each kick, each punch, Salina saw until her brother didn’t move again. I remember watching her climb down from her hiding place after they left. Her face was wet with tears as she cradled her brother’s head in her lap…everything was so vivid; the blood pooling around his body, his blond hair turning red, every tear that dropped from Salina’s face washing away the blood on his face.//}

He stopped. This must have been so hard on him too. By this time, everyone had tears running down their faces, their eyes moist.

“What happened after that?” I choked on my words.

{// When we were finally found by Dragon City Security, they took us home. They tried to ask Salina what happened, but for weeks she didn’t speak. Her mother was very upset by this. She sold everything but me, and finally, when Salina did speak and went to tell someone they said it was too late. Her mother scolded her for not coming and telling them sooner. The very next day, when Salina woke up, her mother was gone, leaving Salina with nothing; no home, no family, very little money…ever since then we have been living in a home made shelter not far from the Will of the Dragon’s tent. They have been leaving scraps and bits of food for us along with a few drackles.//}

“Oh, Salina,” I sobbed as I pulled her close. Though our hair and dragons were different, we were so much the same. “I know how you feel,” I whispered in her ear.

“How could you know? I have no friends, no family. Just my brother’s dragon…and you, you have friends and you parents,” she said, pulling away.

“No, I don’t,” I stopped her. “They disappeared when I was really little…and you have friends too…me, Lance,” I said, pointing to Lance, who smiled despite his red eyes.

“We’re all your friends,” they said. These words didn’t just make Salina feel better, I felt like they were telling this to me too. Even Kitt meant it.
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~Shearkin

:( for the history. I am enjoying it. Poor Lucas. That is terrible. :cookie: for the latest chapter.

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Chapter 11

After we dried our tears, Salina said goodbye and headed home, wherever that was. Deep down I couldn’t do it.

“Salina, wait,” I said, running after her. She stopped.

“What?” she asked, unsure of what to expect.

I got down so I could look her eye-to-eye. “You can’t go home…wherever that is. You should come live with me at my grandfather’s…wherever that is.” I laughed.

“But until then, I’m sure Conner will let you stay,” I said, looking back and surprisingly saw them right behind me. “Conner, is there room at your stable for one more?”

He stood there for a moment, then shook his head no.

“Sorry, we are full…now that Salina is living with us.” He smiled, and I looked back at Salina who looked shocked and stunned, not believing what she was hearing. Finally, a smile emerged on her face. She ran over to Conner and gave him a hug.

“Thank you so much!” Then she let go and came and hugged me, almost knocking me over.

“Thank you, Sarina, for believing in me,” she whispered.

“It takes one to be one,” I whispered back.

“I’ll go get my stuff!” she said, running behind the Will of the Dragon tent and coming with a backpack and Comet with a small box.

“Is that all?” Conner asked. Salina looked back at the tent and nodded. “Well then, let’s go home,” Conner said, and in a moment everyone mounted their dragons and we were off.

Moordryd and Cain after the race.

After the race, Moordryd explained to Cain how Sarina must have known he made cookies, and that she was probably the girl at the race they went to as kids. Now Moordryd was listening to Cain babble.

“So, what you’re trying to say is you lost,” Moordryd said, trying to make sense of Cain’s babble.

“Yeah,” he said solemnly. Moordryd sighed, but brushed it off.

“Whatever, this race didn’t matter anyway.”

“So what was your ‘mission’?” he asked.

“To interfere with Justine’s plan to steal Sarina’s dragon. You are going to go back to the compound to try and find out what her plan is without letting her know what you’re doing.”

“Oh, I always get the hard part. What will you be doing?”

“I’ll be following the Penn brats and Sarina and find out where they’re headed and what they’ll be doing.”

“You know Justine; she’s so smart it’s scary, she’s usually onto you before you even know what you’re doing.”

“Oh, come on, Cain, she’s only a girl.”

Cain sighed. “What if she asks why you couldn’t race?”

Moordryd sighed. Cain could be frustrating at times. “Tell her that I had to go meet with someone,” Moordryd said, frustrated. He had no time for this.

“They’re going to be leaving soon, I’ve got to go,” he said, as he saw his target. He began to follow them from a fair distance with the help of a tracking dragon.

Penn’s

During the whole way there, Salina was asking everything about me; the last time I saw my grandfather, who was taking care of me when my parents disappeared, how old I was, and how come I could understand dragons. But I enjoyed it. I looked at Kitt; she didn’t seem to have that same frown she had before. It was almost like she had a different outlook on me…or maybe it was Salina, but whatever it was, I hoped she stayed that way. She seemed to be so much happier.

“Uhum.” You could hear Conner clear his throat and Salina stopped talking.

“Salina, welcome to Penn Stables.” He motioned towards the gate. Salina’s jaw dropped and her eyes sparkled with amaze and wonder, like she never seen a stable before.

“Wow, it’s beautiful!” she said, as if the burn marks were not there.

“I would hardly call it beautiful, but it’s home,” he said proudly. While we walked towards the gate, the Dragon Flares popped up from nowhere.

“Conner Penn, I would like to have a word with you...” Pyrrah said, but then she saw Kitt.
“You raced for a loser today, Wann, no wonder you didn’t last for the Academy,” she snapped. Kitt’s smile faded away. She didn’t turn her head from Pyrrah, but I saw her eyes look at Salina.

“Lucas Bronze was one of the greatest street racers that ever lived!”

“Humph,” Pyrah said as she looked at me. “And who are you?”

“I’m Sarina.” She looked me over.

“I see you’re not of the latest fashion…that’s something my grandmother would wear.”

I looked down at my clothes that were my mother’s. I had no time to think about what looked good and I didn’t have the money to buy new stuff. I looked down at my saddle.

“Hey, leave her alone you crow-drag!” I heard Kitt yell. Was Kitt defending me?

“And what will you do about it?”

“Ladies,” Conner said, trying to calm them. “Please, now Pyrrah, what is it that you would like to talk to me about?” Conner asked, and Pyrrah and he began talking. I didn’t want to stand around so Torah and I left, followed by Salina and Kitt.

“So…where will I be staying?” Salina asked cautiously. I looked back at Kitt who shrugged.

“I suppose you’ll be staying with me and Kitt,” I guessed, and Kitt and I lead the way to our ‘room’.

“Well, this is it,” Kitt stated, as it wasn’t much.

“Wow it’s nice,” Salina said, and she actually sounded like she meant it. “It’s better than where we were living.”

She sat her pack next to the wall and took the box of stuff from Comet. Kitt looked at the desk and her minimal amount of stuff that was on the desk.

“Here, Salina, you can put your stuff here,” Kitt said, moving over a couple of her trophies and some papers. I went and moved my stuff around too, still making it look neat, but it gave Salina some more room. Salina placed 3 picture’s on the desk a picture of a man and a little baby and another with Salina and her brother and another of what looked to be the whole family.

“Is that your parents and you when you were little?” Salina asked me, pointing at my family picture. I nodded and picked the picture up.

“It was our last family picture ever taken,” I said, thinking back on that day. I looked at my parent’s faces. My mom’s brownish-orange hair was pulled neatly back in a clip. Her green eyes looked so serious, but happy all the same. My dad’s brown hair seemed to be uncontrollable and his eyes showed joy. Oh, how I missed them so much! I pulled the picture closer, as a tear slid down my cheek.

I slowly sat it down and turned to Kitt and Salina. Kitt seemed to be in a daze; she never seemed to mention her family. I wondered where hers were, but I pushed it out of my head. That will be a question for another day.

“So, are you guys hungry?” I asked, feeling slightly hungry myself. Salina’s eyes brightened and I heard a grumble.

{// I’m starved, are you going to feed me too? //} I knew that voice; it was Torah.

“Do you always think through your stomach?” I asked, turning to face her.

{// If you were a dragon, you would understand my pain//}

“You are such a drama dragon.” I laughed, and she stuck her nose in the air.

{// I’m not a drama dragon! //} she exclaimed. I just laughed.

“Come on, we’ll get Comet something to eat too!” And we left.

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~Shearkin

Ooh, go on with Moordryd's plan. Good chapter.

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Chapter 12

“Are you sure you don’t mind? I mean…well yes, but…oh, okay, we’ll be there soon. Okay, I’ll see you then,” Conner said, getting off his comm-link.

“So, is it okay if she comes?” Lance asked, eager to find out if he would have enough food for all of us plus Salina. Conner nodded.

“Drac!” Lance said, jumping in the air.

“Well, if we want to be there on time, we should leave now before we get stuck in the evening traffic. Who knows how long it would take us with this many dragons and at the speed we’ll be traveling…” Parmon said, beginning to ramble on.

With this news, Kitt, Salina and I made our way to our room. Salina skipped briskly in front of me. From where I stood, I could see that her hair hadn’t been brushed for a while. I looked over to Kitt to see if she noticed, but she seemed focused elsewhere. I slowly followed her gaze and noticed a few small holes in her coat and pants.

“It looks like we’ll need to get you cleaned up a bit before we go,” Kitt said, messing up Salina’s hair even more than it already was.

Moordryd

From the shadows of a building, he watched. Zooming in with his binocs, he watched Sarina, Kitt and this new kid make their way to one of the stables. He had followed them and it hadn’t taken him long to find a hiding place, as it was his usual spot. He looked across to another building where he could see Justine watching them from afar. He moved further into the shadows, hoping she wouldn’t see him. She turned her head towards his hiding spot, then looked over her shoulder.

“A little paranoid, are we?” he muttered to himself as he watched her. From where he stood, he could see her write something down on paper. Then she looked back.

“I have to find out what is on that paper!” he said, making a memo to himself. Suddenly, his comm-link went off. He shot his gaze to Justine to see if she heard, but she seemed too interested in something else. He answered it before it went off again.

“Yes?” he spat at the screen.

“Wow, someone has their tail in a knot,” Justine’s cool, calm voice echoed. He began to crouch, worried that maybe he had been seen.

“What is it you want? You’re disturbing me!”

“From what, your beauty sleep?” she snapped. “If you have nothing better to do, I have a little job and a few questions about the Penn brats,” she said a bit more calmly.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I can’t talk about it now…but when I get back to the compound we can talk,” She said smoothly. Moordryd nodded, unsure what she was up to, but this could give him the chance he needed to get that information.

“Okay, I’ll see you when you get back…where are you?” he asked, seeing if she would tell.

“I’m at a little café off of drag way 109. Why, you need anything?”
He swallowed hard. “No, I was just curious,” he said, looking at the sign of the building she was on. She wasn’t lying; she was at a little café off of dragon way 109, or on it, more like.

“Fine, I’ll see you later.” And she was off. He watched her take one more look down at the stable before she left. Moordryd followed, and when he reached the alley where he had left Decepshun…

“Moordryd,” Armeggaddon’s voice bellowed. Moordryd looked around, then pulled out his amulet.

“Yes, Armeggaddon?”

“Have you found anything about your father’s plan?” Moordryd began to tell what he knew, and when he had finished Armageddon paused.

“Have you thought of how you will stop her?”

“No,” Moordryd admitted, “but she wants to talk to me about something, so I’ll have to see what she wants before I make a plan.”

“Good. Remember, she will be suspicious of you.”

Moordryd nodded and Armeggaddon disappeared again.

Moordryd glanced around before mounting Decepshun and left, heading to the compound in hopes of beating her there. As he raced down the back alleys, he had this dead right feeling that he was being followed, but by who or what he wasn’t sure. He looked down at his screen to see if there were any wraith dragons around that may have been following, but there were none. When he looked over his shoulder, he could see a little tracking dragon flying this way and that. He turned Decepshun down a dark alley and hid, watching as the tracking dragon came around the corner.

“Did Justine send you?” he whispered. He wondered if it was after him or if it was just a coincidence that it was following his exact path. With all the people in Dragon City with excess tracking dragons, he wasn’t sure. He continued to watch it; it didn’t seem to be looking for him. It was looking elsewhere. He wondered what it was looking for. He wanted to follow it and find out, but he had no time; Justine was probably half way to the compound by then. So he decided to grab his tracking dragon and send it off to follow it. As he turned on his screen to summon the dragon, what he saw came to a great surprise. There was Justine, looking over another edge of a building into an alley.

“Oh great,” he murmured as it finally kicked in whose tracking dragon it was, and now Justine was nearly above him, looking for him. A cold shiver ran down his spine. He had to get out of there, but how?
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~Shearkin

I loveyour fic so far, I want to see when she will use the amulet in the gauntlet, your a very good story writer ^^

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Chapter 13

Penn
Salina winced as I ran the brush through her knotted hair, I was going as easy as I could but it almost seemed hopeless,
“Ouch!” she said garbing the chunk of hair I was working on, “what are you brushing my hair with Dragon claw’s?” she said sarcastically, I showed her the brush I was using,
“Maybe dragon claws would be better.” I teased back,
“Sarina do you have any more thread?” Kitt called for the other corner where she was working on Salina’s coat,
“Here you work on this and I’ll be back.” I handed her the knot I was working on and the brush and walked over to the desk and started to look through my box of stuff,
“How’s this.” I said tossing her a spool of thread,
“Perfect!” She said catching it , then getting back to sowing . And I made my way back to Salina who seemed to be having worse trouble than I was,
“It’s stuck.” She said letting go of the handle of the brush and it stuck in her hair, I smiled and began to take the brush out, I looked at the knot’s they looked even worse than before , I sighed , it would take an hour or so to take these out with this brush and at the rate we were going . She must have heard my sigh because with a small voice she said,
“If it would help you could cut them out.” I bit the inside of my lip, I wanted to jump up grab the scissors and start cutting , that’s’ one reason Torah doesn’t trust me with scissors , but if I were in her situation even though I would say it I wouldn’t’ really mean it ,
“Kitt!” I called over Salina’s head “can you come over here for a moment.” She pulled her head up form her work and sat down the coat and came over and sat next to me looking the rat nest of hair,
“I think I can fix this.” She said pulling out the scissors she was using for the coat,
“We wont’ cut your hair we’ll just cut out these big knots and then when we put your hair back up it should look as good as new.” She said turning saline so now I saw looking at her from the side. I hade nothing better to do so I went and picked up Salina’s coat and started to finish Kitts work she hade done a wonderful job the coat looked almost good as new , or at least what I thought new looked like. And Kitt was amazing with the scissors with each snit Salina’s hair looked healthier and the knot’s started to disappear into a heap of hair on the floor, she continued to cut and brush, brush and cut until Salinas hair looked to be in better shape than mine, I finished with the coat and waited for Kitt to be done before presenting it, my work wasn’t’ even half as good as Kitts but it was still good.
Kitt grabbed the hair elastic and pulled Salina’s hair back into a perfect pony tail,
“Done.” She stated and Salina stood up her hair hung beautifully down her back and with her face all cleaned she looked like a princess she was just so pretty I almost wanted to cry, she smiled at me she probably didn’t’ know how beautiful she looked I offered her, her jacket and she slipped it on as I looked at her something just wasn’t right …. it was her racing coat it was large and baggy,
“Salina how come your jacket is so big?” She looked down at it and smiled sadly,
“It was our racing team jackets’ they were all matching; this one was Steven’s he always let me where it when he wasn’t racing….. I wasn’t allowed to have one yet but …” she stopped, and I put my arm around her,
“Well you look great anyway!” Kitt walked over to the desk and brought over a mirror,
“why don’t’ you see for your self!” she said turning the mirror so Salina could see her self, her jaw dropped as amazement blew over her face,
“I look like a totally different person!” She exclaimed, she spun around excitedly, me and Kitt laughed at her excitement,
“Come on if we don’t get out there now those boys’ will probably think were drag slugs.” Kitt said looking into the mirror and moving a strand of hair into place she passed me the mirror
“Do I dare look?” I asked jokingly, I looked into the mirror and I looked just the same as I did every day nothing out of place nothing fancy just plain me.
“Well I think were ready to go.” Salina said hooking her arm into mine and Kitts and we strolled out and into the stable yard where our dragons’ were waiting for us
{// well it’s about time I was think that you guys’ turned into drago slugs. //}
“What did she say?” Salina asked me I chuckled
“She said that were slow and said exactly what Kitt said the boy’s were going to call us.”
“Drago slugs?” She guessed
“Yup.” I laughed
“Well I’m sorry to have kept you waiting but do you notice any this different?” she spun around she acted as if she knew Torah from a hatchling,
{// Waite… Your hair and your clothes wow you look Drack! //} I translated what she said, and Salina laughed
“Well thanks… hey Sarina can you teach me…. Urm…Dragon?”
“Nice name for it … sure but its’ going to take a long time and it’ll be hard to learn.”
“Oh I’ll work hard at it you’ll see I promise!”
I smiled she was so dedicated and willing I was surprised that living on her own and on the street’s didn’t beat it out oh her,
“Come on girls’ will be late.” Kitt said already mounted on wyldfyr , Comet maged Salina into the air and placed Salina in the saddle and Torah knelt her head down allowing me to swing on ,
“Come on lets’ see if the boys’ are waiting at the gate for us.” I suggested as I didn’t’ see any of them in the stable yard
We arrived at the gate and no own was there,
“Could they still be getting ready?” Salina asked, now I haven’t lived with the Penn’s that long but since I’ve been here the boy’s never took more than five minutes to get ready and it sure could tell,
“well let’s go check .”Kitt said and we followed as we came around the corner of the house there was Lance his hair combed his clothes were clean and there was no dirt or chocolate stain’s on them fraction was clean too his white what glowing Beau hade been brushed and was cleaned Artha looked better than normal, out of the corner of my eye I could se Kitts’ eye’s shine as I guess she hade never seen him looking like this either, Salina was the first to speak,
“Wow you guy’s look great!” Artha and lance look our way as they finally notice us,
“Wow Saline you look good too all cleaned up.” Artha said noticing the hair cut and fixed clothes
“If I knew that this was High class I would have found something different to wear.” I said looking at what I wore every day
“ you look fine … I’m just guessing that Conner made the boys’ dress up for the occasion as it was an old friend of Conner’s.” Kitt reassured me,
“But still if the reason of us being there is to find my grandfather than should I at least look presentable?” I asked knowing I looked less then presentable,
“ Hey I’m dressed the same as you are and if he has a problem of how were dressed then we’ll leave his snotty stable and go eat some where’s else us girls’ and leave the boys’ to get the information.” Kitt suggested I looked at her even though she hade raced in that same out fit this after noon she looked like she just put it on ,but I smiled any way it was nice that she was actually talking to me.
“Well are we all ready?” Conner said coming out and joining us,
“Almost were still waiting for Parmon.” Lance said rolling his eyes, I looked around and finally noticed he was missing, I never thought of him to be one who would actually stop and get dressed up,
“I think he’s in the gear shed.” Artha said answering my unspoken question,
“He’s getting ready in the gear shed.” Kitt said blandly, Artha shrugged and we all walked over to the shed where we found Parmon placing some gear on Cyrano,
“Are you ready?” Lance asked, Parmon screeched and spun around,
“Yes I was just preparing some gear to take along incase of an emergency.”
“Like what you think you’re going to run into another race.” Salina giggled noting the speed gear Parmon hade placed.
“its’ not for me it’…. “
“Oh it is you just don’t want to admit it.” I cut in before he said too much in front of Salina, he glared at me then realized what he was about to say,
“Oh you caught me.” He smiled sheepishly I wasn’t sure if she would believe our cover up,
“Oh ok then are you ready.” she repeated lances question,
“Yes I am now lets’ go before we get healed up any longer.” And finally we were off.
Moordryd
He couldn’t move he was stuck ‘what if she see me and found out that I’m following her.’ He thought he looked down at his screen Justine was looking off the side of the building not far from where he stood he peered up she started to move away ‘ this is my chance .’ he thought and he pushed his controller forward and kept his eyes on her Deception was moving quietly he thought he was home free and so he looked back down at his screen ,when Deception accidentally bumped an old can the sound echoed through the ally Moordryd winched and slowly turned his head back up she hade come back and was now looking more carefully at the ally ,
“ ….so do you really think this guy can find him…” a voice trailed into the ally it seemed to caught Justine’s Attention she left to see what it was, Moordryd sighed heavily ,
“Well I sure hope so...” the voices got louder,
“Lets go.” he told deception,
“This will be so drack if we can!” But those voices kept tugging at his curiosity
“Oh come on.” He said turning Deception around in the direction the voices were coming from, he moved silently
“oh yeah maybe he’ll even let you race.” he stopped ‘its’ the Penn brat’s and Sarina.’ He said recognizing Artha’s voice,
He got off deception and walked out into the street pretending to be out on a stroll he stopped at a vender’s cart and was looking at the fruit that he was selling , there wasn’t’ many other people on this street and he seemed kind of out of place, but he didn’t think they would notice him ,

Deception waited in the ally she could smell the fruit on the cart just out side the ally her stomach grumbled she hadn’t’ eaten since breakfast that morning she smelled the air taking a step forward , she stopped Moordryd told her to stay there , but the fruit smelled so good she couldn’t’ resist and was walked out of the ally and up behind the unsuspecting Moordryd she watched him as he inspected the strange yellow fruit.

“Moordryd what are you doing here.” Artha asked , Moordryd stood there in shock ‘ how did he know it was me’ he thought he turned around to see deception was right next to him ,
“umm well this is the best place to buy this kind of fruit.” He said covering up holding the weird fruit up to Artha,
“You eat that?” Lance asked
“Well yeah why wouldn’t I?”
“You do know what kind of fruit that is.” Sarina said, Moordryd looked at it and smiled sheepishly and took a large bite he swallowed and smiled again,
“Than you do know that that fruit is for dragon right?” Sarina tried not to laugh, he looked at the vender who nodded, and Moordryd sighed and gave the rest of the fruit to Deception,
“Of course I did I just like to take the first bite to make sure its’ good enough for my dragon.” He said turning back around,
“Actually it was a dare.” A calm voice said coming form the same ally that Moordryd came from.
“Who’s she?” Lance asked pointing at Justine, great my cover has been blew’
“She is my cousin Justine; she’s been staying with us.”
“And I wanted to see the town for its real beauty and I saw the conigles fruit and dared Moordryd to take a bite, we always played dare as kid’s I just can’t believe he still dose.” Moordryd gritted his teeth oh how did he want to mage push her all the way to the waste lands but he couldn’t…..not yet at least,
“Yeah what ever.” He said trying to blow it off she smiled at him
“And who are you?” she asked the Penn’s
“I’m Conner Penn of Penn stables and this is my Son’s Artha and lance.”
“Oh the Great Artha Penn I’ve heard so much about you and your climb to fame.” Artha looked at her he didn’t like her tone of voice,
“These are my friends and crew Parmon Shaw and Kitt Wann.”
“And I’m Sarina “
“And I’m Salina Bronze.”
“Oh you’re that Track Rat that scrounges around after the racer are over, and to top it off sister of that looser racer Lucas Bronze that died right? I watched that Race my mom was a race at that time in Dragon City after that we left Dragon city for better living in Moundas.”
Salina looked down at her saddle, ‘how could she be so bold especially in front of Conner?’ Moordryd wondered.
“Hey that’s’ not nice!” Lance screamed
“And what are you going to do about it?”

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this one isn't very good ( grammer wise) so sorry about it !
~Shearkin