Basically, this is after everyone had their gauntlets, and Moordryd goes over to the good side. there's a bit about how moordryd and Lance's brotherness may upet Artha and Lance's bond, as well as a few other things.

ONESHOT

“Wake up call,” Connor said as he opened the door. Decepshun tugged on the black sheets of the bed she was in front of.
“Decepshun! Stop it, I’m tired!”
Connor shook his head, ‘Would it kill you three to wake up?”
“Yes!” snapped Lance.
“Chill Lance,” Artha said, “How about some Battleground Dragon?”
Lance leaped up and shouted, “Right, that’ll just fix it all! I’m not a little kid anymore Artha; and that game won’t fix everything!” With that, the younger Penn brother left the room. Artha started to follow, but Moordryd beat him to it.
“I’ll talk to him,” Payyn said, and trotted after Lance.
----
Moordryd smirked, “Knew I’d find you here.”
Lance sighed, “How come you're the only one who's not a dork?”
Moordryd hopped up onto the storeroom shelf, next to Lance, “Hey, everybody has an allotted amount of dork dork privileges; I used mine up when I was little-”
Lance went off, “Exactly, little! I mean, when I became the Lightning Booster, everybody but you still treated me like a kid.”
Moordryd laughed, “Mini-brat, you were a kid, and still are!”
Lance leaned on the older boy, “But you didn’t. You never had a ‘no Lance, leave it to me’ or an ‘I’ll handle it, just stay there’ moment. You treated me like I was as old as any of you!”
“That’s because of my upbringing. I’ll say one thing for my father; he can raise a rational kid. I felt that we couldn’t afford to let you be the kid of the group after you got your gauntlet, you had to learn. That’s why I never went easy on you. Artha’s the opposite, he was so used to protecting you from folks, self included, that it blinded him a bit.”
Lance pouted, “He had to protect Kitt and Parm too, but when they became the Pyro and Strike Boosters he left ‘em alone. It’s not fair!”
Moordryd lounged, “That’s because they’re older than you. The reason I don’t see you as anywhere near as much of a little kid is because by your age my father had me doing drills all day to improve my racing. C’mon, let’s get back to the room, Artha should be out by now, and I think this shelf’s going to give way.”
----
“So, basically, you’re saying Artha didn’t high-yah! mean it!” Lance said as he kicked at Moordryd, who ducked out of the way. Moordryd tossed a punch, which Lance blocked.
“Good block, oh yeah, he doesn’t mean it. Okay, before we pass out, let’s stop.”
In one minute, Lance was on Battleground Dragon, easily beating the not-paying-attention Moordryd. Then Artha walked in.
“What are you doing!” he shouted. Lance blinked.
“Playing.”
Artha whirled on Moordryd, “Oh, so he won’t play with me, but he’ll play with you!”
Moordryd sighed, “Chill, Penn, it’s not-”
“Don’t even go there!” yelled Artha. “Lance, you are such a-”
“QUIET!” shouted Connor. “Boys, Moordryd, what is the issue?”
Just then, a map of Dragon City on the wall buzzed lightly. Connor walked over, “Two crimes. Artha, you take one, Moordryd, the other. Lance, go with whom you like, I’ll send Kitt and Parm to the other one.”
Lance glared at Artha, “That’s an easy decision. Moordryd.”
Artha looked ready to kill. He yelled, “Release the Dragon!” and rode off on Beau.
Moordryd stated, “Release the Shadows,” and calmly hopped on Decepshun. Lance clambered onto Fracshun and mumbled, “Release the Dragon.”
Clad in his blue armor, the Lightning Booster followed the Shadow Booster, because shadows are the only ones who ever understand.

:lol: This ought to be good. Hey, is there a fic that you wrote where Lance becomes the Lightning Booster?

Not yet, workin' on it.

Ooh! This is going to be good! I can tell! KEEP WRITING!!!!

Okay, lance becomeing L-Booser and Moordryd becoming good are going to come in flashbacks.

Flashback
“Where’s the amulet!” squealed Lance. Everybody had amulets other than him, and he couldn’t wait!
Moordryd, who had joined up with them after Arrmeggadonn had tried to control his mind, chuckled, “Cool it Mini-brat. It’s at the top of the spire.”
Lance grinned at him, clad in his black armor in case of trouble, “Artha and my dad are gonna kill us, right?”
Moordryd shrugged, “One reason I’m doing this is to get your brother mad, I can’t believe he tried to dye my hair black!”
Lance shrugged, “He thought you needed a disguise, besides, it washed out!”
“Took a week.”
Lance nodded, “True. Anyway I can see it! YAY!”
Moordryd smirked under his mask, “Good. As much as everyone else is against it, you need to figure out how to be the...what was that name you came up with? It was the drac one.”
Lance stood on the back of Decepshun’s saddle, “Lightning Booster!”
“Yeah, that one. It was the only one that wasn’t stupid.”
Lance started to laugh, as Moordryd’s VIDD-screen came to life. On it was as mad Pyro Booster, a.k.a. Kitt, “Where are you Payyn! Lance’d better be with you! There’s trouble at Squire’s End! Get over there now!”
As the link terminated, Moordryd rolled his eyes, “When is there not trouble in Squire’s end?”
End Flashback

The Shadow Booster looked behind him, “You okay kid?” Since mini-brat was a Moordryd Payyn term, he referred to Lance as kid when in armor.
The Lightning Booster nodded, “Yeah, he’s mad isn’t he?”
The Shadow Booster couldn’t hide his slight snicker, “No, I think he was yelling to express extreme joy.”
Suddenly, the Shadow Booster halted. “Drac,” he breathed, looking at who was causing the commotion.
Lighting, the first word of the title was sometimes used as a nickname, muttered, “Maybe we should have taken the other one.” He looked at his partner, “You know how you get with Vociferous’ crew.”
Lightning could almost see the grin spreading over Shadow’s face, “Oh, this is going to be fun! Let’s go!”
Lightning sighed, “And here I was starting to have the notion that I was the kid. Silly me.”
Shadow had started a real melee, and Lightning was glad to get some action, patrolling with Artha was so dumb, his bro was way too overprotective.
----
“What were you thinking!” yelled Artha. “Lance, you almost got killed.”
“Chill Artha,” lance muttered. “Moordryd’s the one who got hit over the head anyway.”
“Lance, I’ve told you, be careful!”
Moordryd looked up, “Penn leave the mini-brat alone. There are risks in this job, and he knows ‘em.”
Artha turned back to Lance, “Why do like him better! He doesn’t care!”
Moordryd shot up, “Then why did I stop you, Wraith Booster? Why did I switch sides?” Why-”
“Don’t call me that! And you switched because Arrmeggadonn took you over, and almost killed Cain!”
“And Mini-Brat, don’t forget, your brother!” Moordryd said mockingly. Artha was wrong to bring up Cain, it got Moordryd fired up. Kitt and Parm chose this moment to walk in.
Parm looked at the two, “What is going on here?”
“Moordryd’s being a jerk!”
“Artha’s being an idiot!”
Kitt groaned, “Lance? What’s going on?”
Lance glanced up from his game, “Moordryd’s being Moordryd, Artha’s being a dork, and really, I don’t care.”
“A dork!” snapped Artha. Moordryd hid a grin, Beau did not. Hide one, that is. “He’s the one who-”
Moordryd rolled his eyes, “I don’t need this. You guys want me, I’m at the compound.” After Moordryd had switched sides, there was really no reason for the Dragon Eyes to work for his father. Sure, they still stole a bit, but it wasn’t nearly as major a priority as it had been. Moordryd, and Lance if he tagged along, was still welcome at the compound.
----
Flashback
He could feel it, the raw power. Arrmeggadonn was his master, that was all he needed to know. The Dragon Booster and Pyro booster, they could not stand up to him. They lay beaten. Now, to deal with the two his master wanted eliminated…
The first was a young man who kept professing that he knew ‘that you’re in there Moordryd’, whoever Moordryd was, Shadow Booster did not care. He lifted the man and dropped him down the cliff, right in front off the Muhorta’s cave. As the man screamed, mental images broke free.
The small boy, about to be tossed next, he was clinging to him in fear of a Wraith-dragon that looked like the Dragon Booster.
The man he had just thrown, they were racing through a target race.
As the last of the Dragon Booster’s team, a guy with tan skin and red hair, watched, along with the boy who still dangled in Shadow’s grasp, the thin, glowing black draconium bands that criss-crossed his suit evaporated, followed by the armor gliding back into the gauntlet. Moordryd Payyn, free at last, had but one thing to yell.
“CAIN!”
End Flashback

Moordryd stretched out on the bed. His door slid open, admitting Cain and the mini-brat. Cain still had a slight limp; the Muhorta had grabbed his leg after all, but otherwise he was fine. Both went to work trying to cheer up Moordryd.
Sweet Magana Draconis, they had a lot of work to do.



(the reson armeggy wanted to destroy Lance and cainis because they were the only ons with a slight chance of getting through to Moordryd)

Yayayay!!! You added another chapter!! *reads* Oooh, that's good! :D

I also updated the 'Db in our word'"

Artha was talking with Parm and Kitt. He sighed, “I just don’t get what Lance is thinking anymore.”
Kitt gave a thin smile, “Apparently, he thinks you’re a dork.”
Artha groaned, “Real funny. Like, guys, why would he play with Moordryd, that guy can barley survive level one!”
Parm looked thoughtful, “Well, it seems that the past three times you suggested it, you were doing it when Lance was either irritable, like when he’s not fully awake, or when we’re panicking. Basically, it seems that Lance takes that as a sign that you think he is still at the maturity level where he felt that that game would fix it all.”
Artha groaned, and Kitt said, “But, he’s still a kid!”
Parm nodded, “And the Lightning Booster. He expects us to treat him like we would treat each other, with respect for our abilities And, well, our concern for him overrides that, but Moordryd doesn’t really have that concern, so Lance knows there won’t be a point where he is asked to hang back if he goes with Moordryd.”
Artha groaned and slumped, ‘You sound like Mortis!”
Connor Penn leaned in, and, in his Mortis-voice, said, “Who sounds like me?” Artha sighed, “Nothing Dad, Parm’s just being confusing on the Lance issue.”
Connor walked out of the room, shaking his head. Moordryd had been training with Lance even before Lance got an amulet. It had driven Artha nuts, that Lance would rather train with Moordryd, who, as Artha had so eloquently put it at the time, “cold, unforgiving and merciless’ in sparring with Connor’s younger son.

Flashback
Lance gave a whimper, Moordryd was way to strong. But he still liked this fight; he could measure against an opponent who didn’t go easy on him. He swung his staff, only to have Moordryd block it again. He gave a low growl, and tried to remember Moordryd’s tips that were given after each spar. Moordryd was too quick for Lance to have a speed advantage, and strength was clearly out.
‘Think!’ he hissed at himself, ‘What is Blue good at that Black isn’t. What are you awesome at? Acrobatics! Yes, I can think on my feet!’
Lance pulled a quick flip, making Moordryd’s strike miss. The pale boy spun, and got whacked in the jaw by Lance’s staff. Lance flipped out of the way, and went for an identical strike, but Moordryd was ready this time. He used his own staff to flip Lance’s away, and then smacked the mini-brat hard in the chest, sending him flying backwards.

Connor watched, somewhere between pleased and shocked. Lance had been progressing well since Moordryd had joined the team, and also was less hyper. Not to say Artha wasn’t going to complain.
“He’s just a kid Moordryd!”
Moordryd glared at the raven-haired boy, “He’ll have to accept the blue gauntlet sooner or later, stable-brat. If he doesn’t want to train with me, I won’t stop him from that. If he wants to keep it up, you shouldn’t stop him.”
End Flashback

Connor sighed, that day, his sons had started to grow apart. And the ravine was only widening.

:o :o Write more!!!

Wow ! this is great, update, come on. :D

Wooot!!! Yeah! Good, please keep writing!!

Okay, the next chapter for this is almost done. Could somebody please read Dragon Booster in our world? I've added 2 chapters, and the plot of the story is starting soon! PLEASE? :(
Oh, an you're oing to have to paste a few flashbacks together in your mind, they're all out of sequence in the stroy.

:o WOW good fic! I just got around to reading it. very good. I really like this bit

Please continue, I look forward to more! :)

Flashback
“Moor- uh, Shadow Booster, Kitt said to get to Squire’s End!” Lance pressed. The Shadow Booster gave a grim nod.
“They can handle it for a few more minutes. My father is getting more powerful, the Prophets are almost out of the track according to that VIDD-mail from Reepyr, and Drakkus is showing up more often. We need all the power we can get.”
End Flashback

Lance fingered his amulet halfheartedly. He had become the Lightning Booster a few minutes after that conversation, and they had stopped the Dragon Flares who were causing trouble because of an argument with The Grip of the Dragon. He and Moordryd had come to the rescue, and Lance was part of his first real battle. But the next battle was worse, the battle with Artha.

Flashback
“Lance, I can’t believe you put yourself ahead of the city!” Artha yelled. “We told you two to come immediately, and you decide what you wanted was more important!”
Lance quivered, and Moordryd narrowed his eyes, “We were thinking long-run Penn. Mini-brat needs to learn how to use that power.”
Artha hissed, “So this was your idea? I am sick of you poisoning Lance with your twisted ideas, Payyn!”
Lance leaped up, “Oh, because I’m such a little kid that one month with a new guy will brainwash me? So I’ve learned a few things, so what Artha? So what?”
End Flashback

Lance sighed. To this day, he did not have the answer.
Moordryd, sound asleep in his bed across the room, was having a dream that was of a conversation he had had with Connor Penn, about two months earlier.

Flashback
“Why are you okay with it?”
Connor glanced up in shock, he hadn’t seen Moordryd there. He chuckled, “You’re up late Moordryd. And okay with what?”
“Me training Lance. I know you’re everybody’s official trainer, but when you have to go off with one of the other three, and Lance and I start rough sparring, and you know what I mean by rough, Artha goes bonkers and you don’t seem to mind.”
Connor shook his head, “Because you teach at the speed Lance learns. Never tell anyone, not even Lance this, but Artha’s a bit jealous.”
“Of who? Me or Lance?”
“Both.” Connor said. “Moordryd, when I was Mortis I did this to Artha a few times, and now I’ll do it to you. I’m not addressing you as a teen right now, but as a man. Artha is jealous of you because he secretly always wanted to teach Lance, but when he tried, Lance hated that Artha went easy on him. He’s also jealous of Lance because Lance’s mentor, you, is rarely in a ‘you’re not ready to learn this’ state. You are very advanced Moordryd Payyn, and Lance learns well from you. I like that you teach him.”
Moordryd smiled, “Thank you sir. That means a lot, coming from a Dragon-Priest.”
Connor nodded, “Now then, what else, oh yes! Get in bed before I ground you mister!”
End Flashback

Moordryd rolled over and woke up. He glanced over at Lance, who was still up on his cot. Sometimes he felt like he had been unofficially adopted by the Penns. He and Lance got on well; he respected Connor a good deal, up to the point of feeling pride at compliments from the man, and had, though on pain of death he still wouldn’t admit it, a bit of grudging respect for Artha Penn, save for when the guy flew off the handle.
Moordryd smirked at that little thought, and then curled up again, willing both himself and Lance to get some sleep.

*shudders* Ooh, you're bringing in LOADS of suspense... I can't WAIT for the next chapter.

You're doing a great job keeping all the cannons in character as well! Artha distrusts Moordryd, Yeah!!! :D

HEHEHEHE I agree with Mari. your doing a great job.. I look forword to seeing more soon. :D

Okay, this took awhile, but here it is!

Lance stood; he was in a gray, foggy plain. He started to back up, but he noticed that the plain was endless. And he was all alone. Suddenly, Drakkus appeared. Lance ran, and reached under his shirt for his amulet. It was gone. Then, from the fog on his right, sprang Libris, but his energy was out of balance one more, and, as with Drakkus, was behind the young boy. Lance didn’t know how he was still ahead of them, but he wasn’t complaining. Then, of all of the abrupt things that could have happened, the prophets swarmed in front of him. He was alone, no Artha, no Moordryd, no Dad, no anybody!

Lance yelled as he crashed to the floor. Moordryd shot straight up at the noise, though in reality a pin drop could wake up the teen. Moordryd groped for the light and pressed down on the top of the small disk. A dark violet glow filled the room, revealing Lance on the floor instead of on the sleeping mat he used, which was perched on some crates. Lance continued shaking, muttering, “Alone, all alone…” over and over again. Decpeshun looked at the young boy and at a nod of approval from Moordryd and at the consent of Fracshun, gently bit down on the back of Lance’s collar and lifted him up next to Moordryd.
The older rubbed the younger’s back absentmindedly, and started talking to the two dragons, “That’s the fifth nightmare this week. And it’s the fifth night of the week!”
Moordryd grabbed his things and went to get dressed, “Keep an eye on him; we’re heading back to the stables.”

Artha’s jaw dropped, “Another one?” Moordryd nodded as they lifted the boy onto his bed. As Artha tucked Lance in, he glanced at Moordryd, “Thanks.”
“Huh?” Moordryd looked up in shock, “First you’re yelling at me, now it’s thanking me? Hero, you have mood-swing issues.”
Artha struggled with himself for a minute then said, “I’m a little jealous alright?” He sighed, “I mean, you have a right to be close to Lance too, you’re as much his bro as me, and, well, when it comes to boosters you are his partner.”
Moordryd gave a slim smile, “And the thanks?”
“Easy Payyn, you brought him back here.” Artha walked over to the fridge and tossed Moordryd a Dragon-Ade, and then grabbed one for himself, “You knew to bring him home.”
Moordryd nodded and sipped the drink. Both boys sat in silence, forming an unspoken truce. Suddenly Moordryd’s head snapped up.
“What?” asked Artha. Moordryd looked like he was deep in thought, which was a good thing, usually.
The pale boy looked at Artha, “Didn’t your dad say he sensed Drakkus? And Arrmeggadonn?”
“Yeah. Where are you going with this?”
Moordryd nodded, a smirk gracing his features, “What else did he say?”
Artha’s eyes widened, “That that kind of power isn’t learned, it’s hereditary, and that when he was younger…”
“It would come encrypted in dreams!” finished Moordryd. “Now I get it! Lance being alone was his own subconsciouses, and it’s way of telling him something, but the rest was a predomination! Oh scales.”
Both teens felt grim. This was not good. It meant that the Prophets were almost out of the track, that Rivett had found Libris, and that Drakkus would soon be back.
Both boys groaned and collapsed down on their respective beds. Scales indeed.


R&R! :D

O...M...F...G...

THAT IS SOO AWSOME! Libris is coming, Libris is coming, Libris is coming, Libris is coming!!! Yeaaaaaaaaaaah!!

</insane fangirl rant>

Ehem. Anyways-- I love the new chap! The tension builds and everything is gonna go wrong at once. This is going to get so intense and awsome and cool and stuff! :wub: I LOVE IT!

Oh, if I haven't told you, I added your fic to my Fave FanFics on my website. Here's the link for you:
Lightning and Shadows

Thanks Mari! Love the layout! :) Yes, Libris is coming, but it'll be at least a chapter or two. Sorry.

Take as many chapters as you need; the prospect of Libris is enough for me to pee my pants in anticipaton!! :lol: :P

of course it is...
hehe :lol:
Mari and Rivett sitting in a tree
haha
im pulling your leg mari, you like Rivett and Libris prolly as much as i like Beau ^_^

The Power of FIRE

<dragons talking>

“AAAAHHHH!”
Moordryd and Artha covered their ears as Lance yelled. Moordryd shouted, “KID! Shut up, you’ll wake up all of Mid-city!”
Artha cried, “Lance, calm down! It’s not the end of the world, though having to fight those guys will be kind of close….”
“Nice,” hissed Moordryd, “Lance, if you want to prove that you’re more mature, stop screaming.”
Lance stopped, gasping for air. Artha pressed and ice pack to his head, and muttered to Moordryd, “Thanks.”
“Anytime. We’re going to need help on this, but how do we get Phistus, Wulph, Khatah, and the rest to help. We can’t call a meeting; either the boosters or us will be missing!”
Artha looked at the comm. links on the table, “Kitt, Parm, you getting this?”
The first on, linked to Kitt’s, hissed, “You guys woke me up an hour early for this?”
Parm’s also answered, “I think I have a plan. We send the messages to meet at the front of the Furox’s temple, as it’s very deserted. They will be from the Dragon Booster, who will be there. The other four boosters will ‘be keeping and eye on the old city and the Track of Doom’, in other words, being lookouts.”
Artha snapped his fingers, “Only one won’t! He’ll really be there, just not in armor!”
Moordryd nodded, “And we can say you’re nauseas from some training exercise or something! Perfect! I’m calling being the team representative, as Artha can’t!”

The crew leaders Phistus, Marianis, Cain, Wulph, Stewward and Khatah had all received identical notes, telling them where to go. And they were there.
“Nauseas?” asked Marianis of Moordryd. “Really, Penn didn’t strike me as the type.”
Wulph opened one eye, both had been closed the whole meeting, “Enough of that, what’s the plan?”
Phistus elbowed Khatah, “And I thought you were serious.”
“Guys, chill,” said the Dragon Booster. “And girls,” noticing a look from Marianis. “So far nothing’s happened, but we need to be ready. If you see Rivett, any Prophets or orange dragons, Drakkus, or if you think Word is planning something, call Connor Penn and he’ll relay it to me and the other boosters. If you really feel that you have to you can try to help, but avoid Drakkus as he’s nuts!”
Moordryd, as the Penn racing representative, since Artha was ‘ill’ put his hand in, “Penn Racing’s in!”
“As is the Grip of the Dragon”
“And the Inner Order!”
“The army of the Dragon is under your command Dragon Booster.”
“Same with me and the Dragon Fish! We’re in!”
“And the Dragon Eyes! Uh, we can still do a bit of thieving though, right?”
“The Keepers are on your side, Dragon Booster.”

“That went well,” Parm said. “Far better than expected.”
“Good thing Cain covered for Moordryd when he slipped up.”
“Stow it Kitt, or you’ll feel the wrath of Payyn!”
Decepshun blinked <These guys are so weird. And Moordryd did not slip up!>
Fracshun nodded <Tell me about it. Also, I don’t think he’d slip up either.>
Wyldfyr snorted <Oh, nooooo. Just ignore the multiple villains, small-time thieves, and insane crew leaders and everything’s downright dandy!>
Fracshun ducked behind Decepshun, who growled <STOP IT! You’re scarin’ the kid!>
<I am not!>
<Are so!>
Beau stepped between them <Girls, please! Aren’t you the ladies of the group?>
Decepshun growled <Well this ‘lady’ still kicks->
<Don’t say it> begged Cyrano. <Thanks for stopping them Beau.>
Beau stretched out <Yep, yep, yep, that’s just me, doing my ‘Dragon of Legend’ thing. Making peace, righting wrongs…>
<Being stupid.> Wyldfyr added, and Decepshun and Fracshun sniggered.
<Girls, and uh, little guy! Aren’t you on my side?> whined Beau.
<No way golden-boy,” hissed Wyldfyr.
Decepshun was very laconic with her answer: <No.>
Fracshun shifted next to the girls, at which Cyrano said, <Don’t you worry Beau, I’m with you!>
Beau nodded, but sighed inwardly. He wanted ‘cepshun to like him! She was one hot dragon, and smart too! Why didn’t she like him! WAH!

R&R! :D Dragin talk is fun!

WoW this is really good I like it the bad guy is now good keep up the good work!!! :D
~shearkin

Just so you guys know, Artha hasn't really learned his lesson when it comes to Lance. You'll see!

OK so I will just Waite for the next chapter's cant wait!!!!
~Shearkin

Now THAT wouldn't be too bad..... :P :lol:

And woot, we have dragon conversations!! Gosh, Beau and Dececshun *shakes head* I shoulda seen it comin.... :lol:

“Hey, Lance, you want to do patrol with me tonight?” Artha asked.
Lance nodded tentatively, “O……kay. Sure Artha, why not?”
Moordryd smiled, “And since I can’t be paired with Kitt as both us and Wyldfyr and Decepshun will tear each other up, I only have to deal with Parm! Yes!”
“Why am I not so bad?”
Moordryd smirked, “Because you fear me. It’s amusing.”
Parm groaned, “Oh, I’m going to have so much fun.”

“So, Artha, what’re we going to do?” Lance asked. Artha grinned, “Well, the Dragon Flares are causing trouble again, so I thought we’d deal with them….”
“But Artha, Khatah called in five minutes ago, remember! He saw Rivett and Libris! Shouldn’t we-”
“Uh, no. I think Moordryd and Parm are going to deal with it, and Kitt’s waiting for us to help with the Flares.”
Lance looked at Artha, “Then how about you go help Kitt, and I go help Parm and Moordryd? They’ll need it if they catch up with Libris”
“Lance, no it’s too dangerous! Uh…oops.” Artha cringed as Lance snarled.
“TOO DANGEROUS! Artha, I thought you had gotten it! I can do just as well as you can! I’m going to go send Parm, he’ll replace me; I’m sticking with Moordryd!”
“Lance, wait!” Artha yelled after his little brother, who had vanished deep into the shadows.

“Dragon wants me?” asked Strike, back to booster names, as it was a crowded area. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” At Lighting’s answer, Shadow sensed something amiss. Monotone really wasn’t Lightning.
As Strike sped, well as fast as possible anyhow, away on Cyrano, Shadow jerked his thumb towards a deserted alley, Fang Blvd., “Come on, we need to talk.”
Lightning dully followed him until they reached a wall with a hole in it. Shadow gestured for Lightning to follow him.
Moordryd removed his amulet from his gauntlet, as did Lance. Moordryd sat on a crate, “It’s okay, nobody’s around. I’ve been coming here since I was little, to get away. Now what’s up?”
Lance blinked a moment, than burst into tears, “I th-th-thought t-t-that Arth-tha h-had it, y-you know, th-that I-I-I, was not a l-l-little kid any-anymore, b-but he didn’t!” Lance huddled against Moordryd, seeking comfort from the world.
People could call Moordryd cold, call him emotionless, but if they had walked in right there, they would think him the most compassionate person on earth, with Lance being held only as a big brother can hold a little sibling, with a feeling of being cared about, and a feeling of protection.
Moordryd looked at the small boy, and knew then and there, no matter what their genetics, Lance was his little brother, and Artha, oh, he was going to pay.


R&R! Told ya, artha hasn't learned!

oh no what has Artha got in to now (shakes head and sighs)
~shearkin

SWEET!!! Another chapter!! It's really good; keep up the good work *waits patiently for Libris...* :P :lol:

I want to glomp the Moordryd/Lance hug. Can I glomp them? Please?

Uhh, this isn't sladh, that was botherly.

Guh! I din't mean slashy! I ment brotherly! Lance and Moordryd slash IS wrong! Age difference!

I was pretty sure you didn't mean it KY, I was just checking, ans prevenint those who do have perverted minds from thinking it. And yes, you may glomp them.

*starts thinking about it and gets shocked with 10,000 volts!*

*on the ground sizzling* cough my bad....

hahaha! just havin some fun there XDDDD

--Minerva Rahn

Oh My.. this looks like the next chapter is gooing to be good. Keep up the good work!

Connor paced the stables, and then looked at Artha, “Why aren’t Lance and Moordryd back yet?”
Artha shrugged, “Why should I care?”
As Artha stalked off, Parm looked worriedly at Connor, “I don’t need to be as smart as I am to identify that he and Lance must have had a fight, and Lance went to Moordryd, which is why I assume Lance left Artha to switch with me, I ought to have seen that!”
Connor shook his head, “Just when they reconcile, it starts again.”
Parm gave a slight nod, “Good thing Kitt went home, she takes Artha’s side, then it’s a full out two-on-two fight! At least Lance and Moordryd have enough honor not to go for a two on one, or the effects would be-”
The COMM-link buzzed, and Connor muttered, “I hope it’s them.”
It was one of them anyway, a rather ticked-off looking Moordryd. He said, “Listen, Mr. Penn, Lance and Artha really had a, for want of a better word, miscommunication on the mission. Now Lance is in tears, and I’m betting Artha’s mad. Well, tell him this, he ever, and I mean ever, gets mini-brat upset again, there will be scales to pay!” The link terminated.
Parm stared at the formerly active screen, eyes wide, “Um, Mr. Penn, now what?”
Connor shook his head, “I don’t know Parmon. I really don’t know.”

“I’m getting tired of this,” Kitt muttered. It was the next day, and she and Artha were getting ready for a race, “I mean, Lance knew you didn’t mean it, and Moordryd just had to issue a threat, didn’t he?”
“Yes he did.” Moordryd and Lance walked up. Moordryd’s eyes were narrowed, and Lance was pointedly not looking at Artha.
Artha rolled his eyes, ‘Nice of you two to show up.”
Moordryd smirked, “Wasn’t it?”
Beau looked at Decepshun <Make him stop.>
<No.>
Beau growled <Decepshun, make your human leave my human alone!>
Fracshun looked at Beau <Then make your human leave mine alone!>
<What!>
Courage gone, Fracshun huddled behind Decepshun, who snarled.

Connor walked up to Parm, “What going on?”
The genius sighed, “Well, Kitt and Artha are livid at Moordryd, who’s mad at Artha, who’s made Lance sad, Decepshun is infuriating Beau and shielding Fracshun, and, rather frankly, Cyrano and I are over here wondering what the Magna Draconis wants of us all.”
“We need something to make them get along.”
Parm nodded, “You know Mr. Penn…I think I have an idea, all we need to do is call Wulph, Cain, and Marianis, and re-arrange some furniture….”

wow write more i love it !!!
~Shearkin

Kitt finished checking her gear, and then hopped on Wyldfyr to join Artha and Beau at the starting gate. She looked at the stands, “Where is everybody? Half of the people are gone!”
Artha looked at her, “They’re at the Horn of Libris race. It’s tomorrow, and you know how some folks are, they’re desperate to make sure that that they get good seating.”
“That’s dumb.”
“I know.”

Lance pouted as Kitt and Artha raced, “I’m sick of being too young to race.”
Moordryd nodded, “I know you are. You will get to race tomorrow though, in the Horn of Libris competition!”
Lance started at him, “What?”
Moordryd chuckled, “I read the rules. You can be underage if there is at least a five years age difference between you and the racer that is old enough, plus one year for every year under the age of ten.. So if I drive, you can get the targets. It’s easy, we can go practice now!”
Lance grinned, “Sure!”

Artha stretched, “Dad, uh, where’s Parm and, uh, those other two?”
Connor leaned against beau, “They went back to the stables to practice, and Parm has something to do.”
Kitt blinked, “Practice? For what?”
Connor smiled, “The Horn of Libris. True, it’s not the real horn anymore, but it’s still a good race.”
Artha gaped, “I thought that Kitt and I were going to do it!”
Connor couldn’t hide a small smile, “They beat you to the sign up sheet.”

“LANCE! MOORDRYD!”
Moordryd, who was on Decepshun, who was magging Lance upward, said, “Ignore him mini-brat, just balance on the mag-stream.”
“I’m already doing that!”
“I know,” Moordryd said coolly. Decepshun lowered Lance back behind Moordryd. “Okay now, mini-brat, this time, aim for the hoop and try to go through it.”
Lance was up again, and Artha ran into the training chamber of the Dragon Temple.
“LANCE PATRIK PENN! MOORDRYD…uh…PAYYN!”
“Are both wanting you to shut up, Penn,” Moordryd said as he kept an eye on the stream of energy holding Lance.
Kitt was right behind Artha, “you two knew we wanted to run the Horn of Libris!”
Lance, in the middle of his acrobatics, yelled, “You guys never said anything.”
“The mini-brat speaks the truth.”
“Shut up Payyn!” yelled Artha. Over a speaker in the wall, they heard Parm’s voice.
“Guys, I need you up here, all of you.”

“What’s going on?” Artha asked, looking at what had formerly been the den. Two couches had been moved, and Wulph, Marianis, and Cain were in there as well.
Parm grinned, “Counseling.”

Sweet!!! Another Chapter!!! *wets pants*

wow it is really good keep up the good work cant wait till the next chapter!!
~shearkin

“Okay, so maybe I’m being hard on Lance,” Artha muttered.
Kitt sighed, “And I’m being too hard on Moordryd for annoying Artha.”
Moordryd grimaced, “Fine. I’ve been doing a bit of instigating, happy now?”
“I’ve been eating too much sugar.”
“I’m with that one,” Wulph muttered, he had seen the small boy start twitching after three minutes of sitting still. He and Cain were there if a fight broke out, and Marianis was there to trap the four in their own words if they tried lying.
Parm clapped his hands together with glee, “Hooray! Now then, how about I send out for pizza?”
Artha looked at Lance, “Sorry. I really do hope you do well in the race tomorrow.”
Lance shifted, “Yeah, well, maybe I can pair with you on the next doubles race.”
Artha shook his head. “No, for the sake of our brother-ship.”
“Good plan.”

“So, young Penn, you are competing?” asked Khatah. Lance nodded. “Well, you shall have a hard time beating Sarjo and I, we own this race.”
Moordryd smirked, “If I’m correct Khatah, I won last time.”
Sarjo rolled his eyes, and Khatah snapped, “You cheated last time!”
Moordryd smirked, “Yes, but I doubt I will need to this time Khatah. This race is about to have two new champions.”
Khatah smirked back, “I look forward to you both attempting that.”

“And it’s Race Marshall Budge here, and boy, am I glad to be commentating on this Horn of Libris race! We have teams from Army of the Dragon, Inner Order, Penn Racing, and Dragon Flares going for the trophy! Army of the Dragon’s falling back, and Flares are right behind the neck-and-neck leaders, Inner Order and Penn Racing!” Decepshun and Shock-Ra were straining to get ahead of each other, and Khatah and Lance were smacking targets like there was no tomorrow.
“Oh my sweet Magna Draconis! They’re both at the top! It’s all down to who grabs the Horn first!”
Lance was only about a millimeter ahead of Khatah, but as Khatah was taller his arms were longer, so he still snatched-
Thin air.
Lance and Khatah stared in disbelief, as a stream of gray mag-energy took the fake horn and brought it into the hand of the black clothed rider. They were lowered onto Shock-Ra and Decepshun, who snarled, as Wulph, Trakkur and Hyve joined them at the top.
Wulph whispered, “By Drakkus and Abbanndonn.” as Rivett raised the trophy.

R&R! :D
Okay Mari, here's your Libris!