darkSpyro

So, I read through what I consider my best story to date and after nearly two years of delays decided to write you a new section with proper grammar and that.

If you haven't read the first parts, you can search for "Resistance" or more simply click here.

And without further adu, the 2011 continuation.
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Ray held his arm still after the jolt of electric hit him. The pain still remained and made him cry from it. The whole time previous he was able to block emotions and images in his mind from the adrenaline in his blood from the fear of his life before, but now the jolt had shown him that he had lost so much and so much had died. The nightmare he had faced slowly took its effect on him as he realised the man whom he had thought of as his father was dead. He had given his life so that Ray would live and now Ray couldn't feel more alone. The children in the cage only made his emotions worse as he couldn't help them and feared they would have the same fate. He looked to his arm while it still felt painful and had a tingling sensation in it and suddenly stopped caring about it. He looked to the crystal before bursting into tears, lying down on his side and curling up to himself. He was only young yet still felt so lonely and couldn't get rid of the nightmarish memories and smells which replayed in his head so many times. His tears and crying voice soon lead Sylvia to find him curled up and crying a small pool under his head. She saw how young he was from the green light from the crystal and knew his pain. She carefully approached him and tried to call him with a type of chirp, not feeling able to speak but managing to chirp still. Ray was too engulfed in his sad memories to notice her call and still cried. Sylvia moved closer and called to him again, managing to get his attention at last. Sylvia saw his tearful eyes and horrified face from what he had come from, noticing the streaks of light colour from where the soot had run off from his tears.

'Excellent. Now my girl, where did they go?' Zenith asked for the final time now he had control over Lyra. Lyra in her loyal state pointed to the collapsed tunnel entrance.
'The one your follower grabbed went through there.' Zenith turned to look and saw the burnt mark above a gaping hole in the wall's face and instantly realized it was one of his follower's doing. 'He let the kid go and run through there before blocking it off. But he didn't realize it was actually a tunnel.' Zenith turned to Lyra, glad he had gotten some useful information.
'Just the one kid?' Lyra remembered dropping Sylvia off there too, opening her mouth to reply yet she hesitated in saying anything. A feeling of care and worry pulsed shortly through her as she thought of Sylvia. Lyra shook her head to get rid of the feeling.
'..Y...Yes sir... There was another. A white girl also ran through the tunnel.' Zenith saw her struggle, but didn't care after she spoke. He thought and looked to the wall again, calling all of his followers.
'Now, Lyra was it? Out of all of these men, which one held the boy?' Lyra turned to face, instantly recognizing the one whom Zenith asked for an instantly pointing out him, but feeling it wasn't just for loyalty but also in a way for justice. Zenith turned to face the male, calling him over. He pointed to the cliff and watched the male turn to see.
'What's that?' Zenith asked and held back anger and slight excitement for his next punishing action.
'...A wall with a hole and below it rocks which cover up a cave.' He said casually.
'A tunnel.' Zenith corrected him.
'Right a tunnel... a tunnel....’ The second time he said it made it ring in his head about his fate. He turned to Zenith. 'Wait my lord I can explain! I thought it was a cave! I thought I trapped the kid!'
'You thought wrong. You blocked our path, didn't you? And someone has to pay for that.' He smirked at the cowering male.
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FAQ:
Q: Will there be long waits?
A: Almost expect there to be. I'm training as an apprentice so most of my free time is limited, but I'll try to update soon.....ish.

Q: Are you copying Sonic Underground?
A: SU provided a base for the begining of the story, but it will be different from here on out.

Q: Can you tell me more about X character?
A: What I want you to know is written here. If it's not written then obviously I dont want you to know. Altough I'll accept certain questions.

I'll try write more soon,
Naoki (Cynder_Fan)

Ray looked to Sylvia, unsure whether to trust her now because of his experience, but saw she was also upset and didn't have any joy in finding him. She had the same look of sadness as he did making Ray believe she wasn't an enemy. Sylvia looked to Ray, unsure of how to calm him from crying his heart out partly due to the fact she couldn't deal with the sadness of losing Lyra either. Sylvia tried to think, thinking that for a start it would be good to clean the soot of Ray so he wasn't filthy but couldn't think of how to clean without water. She then saw his tears, carefully wiping them away for his face before patting the soot off of one of his cheeks. Ray felt a little calmer and less upset that someone else had shown care and that he was no longer alone, creating a quiet moment for the two.

Lyra, the children in the cage and the rest of the followers watched Zenith grab the male whom had blocked his passage by his throat, forcing him to a wall and digging his claws in to create slight cuts. The follower resisted and struggled to try break free, begging for mercy from Zenith for his mistake but it didn't bother Zenith who continued to torture the follower and pushing his claws in deeper as he dragged them to the front of the follower’s neck, cutting veins and arteries and letting a mass of blood flow from his neck. The children watched horrified with some screaming, Lyra watching in slight disgust from the graphic nature. Despite the blood loss, Zenith knew he had enough time to torture him a slight while longer before too much blood would cause the follower to die. He looked about and saw the same stone wheel which had once made Ray curious. He lifted it, feeling the weight and turning to the follower and smiling darkly at the mortally wounded follower.
'Any last words now?' He said with a sinister chuckle before lifting and swing the stone high before swinging the stone with speed helped by gravity and hit it sharply on the followers skull, easily cracking the surface with blood hitting the walls, stone and Zenith with a hole in the top of his head. Zenith let the stone drop and chuckled at the follower’s gruesome demise and turned to the other followers. 'For who wants to live longer than this pathetic waste of life, I suggest you start clearing the tunnel. Now!' He demanded. Once again, the graphic sight of another of the follower’s demise left them fearful and all of them quickly flew or ran to the collapsed entrance to clear the way. Lyra had turned away after seeing and hearing the follower's skull crack, feeling ill after the sight. Many of the children whom had watched cried and screamed in fear, trying to escape from the cage. The rest who hadn't watched were still petrified regardless of Zenith's actions, still cowering over the previous attack and deaths of their parents. Lyra saw their reactions and had another moment of an emotion she couldn't comprehend.

Sylvia and Ray continued on down the tunnel together to try find an exit to the seeming labyrinth. Often they found lights and despite their hopes, the light only came from more crystals with varying colours. Ray didn't dare touch any of the crystals since his first and last encounter with his curiosity and Sylvia didn't either, but because she was more focused on finding an exit. Whenever the two walked away from the crystals they both found it difficult to move on since the tunnel was pitch black without the crystals natural radiant light. They often hit walls or ended walking for long distances and neither seemed to think that there was any exit ahead, only more walls. After what seemed to be a half hour of walking, both Ray and Sylvia felt their young legs ache and their bodies tired. Sylvia also noticed Ray was trying to keep awake from his tiredness making her begin to find another section with crystals in so that they could see anything if something came. Walking on for longer they both eventually found a purple glow from a section, Sylvia guiding the nearly half-asleep Ray into it before they both laid down to rest. Ray had little difficulty falling asleep, but Sylvia's mind still troubled her about her past as well preventing her from easily sleeping without worrying.

Zenith, after watching the follower’s feeble attempt to move the extreme weight of the rocks, turned to the cage with the kids in and looked to the amount. He knew that one of the royal kids was in there but he wanted to know which one it was and walked to them all. They all tried to get further away from Zenith but could only go as far as the cage walls. He opened the door and stood in front and quickly eliminated which ones couldn't be the child he was after, starting with age and then colour. He noticed a problem in that there were some similar ones and he had no ways of determining which one. Unlike what his ultimate goal was, he didn't want to kill them all, since Zenith figured he could use the one kid to track the others or lure them into a trap but he didn't care if he had to. He looked to them all and pointed out the ones which could be Manic.
'You lot to that wall now....’ He said sternly with a growl, trying to keep them under fear. Slowly the ones he chose moved to the side he ordered them to go to. He then looked to the rest. 'And you lot to the other side. I'll deal with you all later.' Zenith turned to the ones he had picked out. 'Now let’s make this easy shall we? One of you weren't born here, nor are you the child of any parent that was here. I want that one to stop out now.' He said sternly again. Instantly Tyrone had a suspicion that Zenith meant Manic, but having seen Zenith just torture and murder one of his followes, Tyrone didn't dare reply or move to say who. Manic did nothing either as he wasn't aware Zenith meant him and thought Tyrone's father was his own and also partly because he didn't understand Zenith's wording. After no-one stood out and admitted themselves Zenith lost his already short patience and quickly grabbed one of them. The white young girl he grabbed quickly screamed and tried to claw his arm or grasp onto the ground for her life as he dragged her out of the cage. She tried desperately to escape feeling as if she knew Zenith would kill her after torturing her first. All of the other kids including Tyrone and Manic watched the girl be dragged from them, Tyrone trying to desperately not call out and say it was Manic that Zenith wanted, but found it impossible as he wanted to save the girl.

Ray began dreaming not long after he had fallen asleep. He woke into a dark place with an eerie feel in its atmosphere, sensing danger and darkness around him, immediately installing fear into him as he looked about unsure of what could be near him. He heard something run past behind him however when he turned, there was nothing behind him. Ray stepped back a few paces and breathing deeply. Again he heard something run passed and once again turning, nothing was there. He whined in fear and felt a tear roll down his face. He turned once again before shrieking in shock at a silhouette of Zenith, but appearing much darker and more like a demon with pure white eyes and a shroud of dark waves around him. Ray tried to run in terror away from him despite not knowing who he was, but knew he was dark. He only ran a few feet before his tail became caught and stopped him. Feeling extreme pain he turned and saw that Zenith had grabbed his tail end and walked closer to Ray, Zenith's face showing he was enjoying Ray's fear. Ray shrieked again and tried to bite or otherwise claw at Zenith's paw to make him let go, but in doing so he also allowed Zenith to grab him from close up and easily lift Ray from the ground. Ray shrieked again and tried to call out for help to no avail. He looked back to Zenith before being hit to the ground seeing smirk before showing his teeth and moved to maul. Ray woke just before Zenith had and in complete fear, cowered by himself and cried in fear. Noticing Sylvia was still there, albeit now asleep, Ray hurried over to her and moved close to her to feel protected yet he still cried in fear. Sylvia felt Ray's body against hers and woke, only half-asleep. She saw he cried again but couldn't understand why he did, or why he wanted to keep close to her.

Zenith turned to the group of kids who had assembled at the wall to see what he would do to the girl, all thinking roughly the same. Zenith scowled at them all.
'We'll do this the hard way shall we then?! I will keep taking one of you and ending your lives until someone steps up! And if after three times, still no one does, then I'll have you all killed!! Understand?!' He roared at them. The girl tried even harder to escape now she knew her fate if no one helped, but still failed to break Zenith's strong grasp. Tyrone had reached his limit for holding back the vital information but his love and care for Manic made his mouth stay shut and his body resist saying. Tyrone watched in horror as Zenith scowled after still no one stepped forward. Zenith looked to the girl before holding her against the ground and stabbing the claws on his free paw in the back of the girl and deeply cutting her back. She screamed in pain and tried to move away instinctively, but only felt Zenith then tear through the membranes of her wings and make her unable to fly any more. Zenith grabbed one of her wings and pulled sharply on it and easily dislocating it creating immense pain for the girl. He then forcefully turned her over and made quick short slashes on her chest and body and one across her face. Tyrone watched and felt his body shiver as he couldn't move or say anything, watching the girl being tortured made his stomach turn and his mind stop thinking. The girl felt blood seeping from her cuts and the mass of immense pain around her body, crying and screaming in pain while simultaneously trying to call for help from anyone including her since deceased parents. Zenith took her arm and hit it with the same stone he had previously used to kill the follower and struck it in the centre of her arm. The resulting blow crushed the bone and shattered it, broke the surface of her scales and skin and had damaged the tissues in her arm. The girl screamed at the loudest she could in the unbearable pain from the torture, her heart beating at its fastest and her now one eye only seeing blood from her head. Tyrone couldn't bear the screaming anymore.
'Stop!! Stop... it's....it's me you want....’ He screamed at first but also cried from the haunting sight. Zenith instantly stopped his enjoyment and turned to the cage, dropping the girl who fell on the ground still screaming in pain and blood. Zenith looked at the cage.
'And who is "me"?' He said and walked over with blood on his arms. Zenith didn't notice Tyrone had stepped out since he had already determined he wasn't looking for Tyrone, but soon noticed that Tyrone had said it when he was alone. He chuckled at first. 'You wanted to play hero and save her? You brainless kid... It's this group I said to step forward!!' He said and pointed. 'Not you! Not that group! This one!!' Tyrone looked to him and seeing his hope had failed. Manic looked to Tyrone and tried to understand what Tyrone was doing.

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For the record, I've spell checked and grammar check the posts above, hence why they all seem new.

Poor dragon girl Zenith's most cruelist thing so far

Tyrone looked at the girl as she tried to move despite her pain, but couldn't even drag herself to save her life. He tried to apologize for failing to help her but knew it meant nothing to anyone. Manic saw Tyrone's reactions and feeling the same emotions as Tyrone walked over slowly to comfort Tyrone. Zenith, despite seeing Manic walk to Tyrone in comfort, turned away with no one claiming a royal identity. He walked back to the struggling girl and thought that she would be his first example of their refusal. Zenith looked back to the group again.
'Still no one is going to admit themself?' He asked calmly but with a light annoyance that no one answered from before. Many wanted to say it was them to stop him, but when looking to eachother they knew that if two or more stood out Zenith would still continue to torture them and also knew that standing up and claiming the identity could make Zenith torture them before death and leaving everyone hesitating. Zenith watched the no responsive horrified faces in annoyance once again. He then looked down to the girl. 'So they'd rather you die than them....’ Zenith said to her in a dark manner. The girl tried to look to him, but only could turn to see his rough image as her image was blurred.
'..P...Pl...Ease..... Stop....' She begged while coughing and panting. Zenith didn't answer back, only smirking a little. He moved his claws to her neck slowly as tapped with them against her throat and chuckled a little before digging them in deep and dragging his claws down the length of her neck to her chest. The girl's screams were cut short when she lost the ability to breathe, but still lived and felt the lethal torture. Zenith smirked to her now hopelessly fighting for her life before holding the bottom of her jaw and sharply pressing against her head in a levering action making her spine first bend unnaturally before breaking it. The girl's body stopped responding but even so, she still was a live slightly but now felt no pain but could neither breathe nor feel her body. The last few seconds she experienced were drawn out long as her mind slowed down and eventually stopped when she used the last of the air and nutrients in her blood. Zenith had known she was still alive slightly after breaking her neck from the movement in her eyes. He looked up to the group. He noticed their reactions were only slightly worse than before, but noticed some sadness for the girl.

Tyrone had watched and still cried silently. Manic, whom had been with Tyrone throughout the ordeal hadn't looked and didn't see the girl's demise. Most of the selected group were now beginning to question who the one Zenith was searching for in a selfish wish to save their life. Most of them knew each other and knew that who they knew wasn't the one Zenith looked for, but one thing the group agreed on was that Manic was the youngest and that his appearance could be why Zenith was there. Tyrone saw a few of them looking to him and Manic and slowly realized they were suspecting Manic. He took a protective stance over Manic and in doing so gave away the secret they wanted. Zenith had watched the group and smiled when they found Amilia's child for him. Tyrone saw Zenith approach and felt adrenaline filling him further to prepare him for protecting Manic. Tyrone moved his head to Manic while still looking to Zenith approach.
'...manic... when the door opens... run... run for it...' He whispered and pointed at Zenith approaching. Manic didn't quite understand what Tyrone was trying to achieve, but had guessed it was for his protection. As Zenith approached the door, Tyrone prepared a quick distraction in his mind and waited for Zenith to open the door. As the door opened and Zenith revealed a route out, Tyrone let out an earth breath he had barely learnt to use at Zenith. Zenith hadn't expected any of the kids to attack him and thus was caught off guard by Tyrone's attack, giving a split-second of escape time which Tyrone made Manic use as Manic ran out in the recovering Zenith. When Zenith gained his vision, he managed to catch a glimpse of Manic run past and tried to reach his tail but missed by a few centimetres. He shut the door of the cage before flying up in pursuit of Manic. Manic ran straight for the tunnel the followers were trying to gain access to, seeing a gap which his instinctive mind said he would be able to fit through and escape, but seeing Zenith's shadow in the moonlight quickly cover him, he quickly darted to the right just before Zenith landed nearly crushing Manic and kept running, turning to the rocks again. Zenith saw his plan and alerted the followers to catch Manic. In doing so Zenith gave Manic a short time to quickly head up the rocks to the gap and pass one follower before he could grab Manic and enter the hole to freedom. Zenith flew at the gap and tried to move a rock to continue the chase, but quickly realised he lost the chance to capture Manic. His murderous mind now focused on Tyrone who let Manic escape. Tyrone saw his glare, and despite knowing he would be killed he at least knew Manic was safe and away from him.

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Hopefully using word my engrish in stories is better now. No garentees though since word is american lol.

Over the course of an hour of searching in the near pitch black dark of the tunnels, both Ray and Sylvia were becoming increasingly worried that they were trapped in the tunnels and would never find a way out. Continuing on the seemingly endless path, Sylvia noticed more light and initially jus thought it was another crystal based room however the light didn't seem to be radiated from a crystal and covered all the walls ahead. Trying to be hopefull she lead Ray towards the light on the tunnel and gradually they both began to see the tunnel walls and eventually a hole where the light flooded in. The two quickly ran for it to escape the labyrinth and out to freedom. Once outside, they both celebrated a little and ran about the open area. Only a few seconds later did Sylvia and Ray remember the event in which they ran from, remembering to be cautious out and about. Sylvia remembered her hunger from before and assumed Ray wuold also be hungry too. Looking baout she could see various things such as flora and grass but wasn't sure what was food and what wasn't. Ray wandered off from Sylvia being too interested with the colours and sights. Sylvia eventually noticed and hurried to him to make sure they were both together. The two eventually began searching for a meal sometimes taking berries from bushes or leaves from plants, but nothing which would last a long time. Their search stopped as Sylvia noticed someone ahead and since she couldn't see the colour or expression they had, she quickly took Ray and hid in a nearby bush altough creating some noise in the process. The dragon which had been about heard the noise and tried to search about for it's source. Ray and Sylvia watched the dragon look about for the two. Because of this, Sylvia could see a better image of the dragon and noticed that the male had no obvious features which she had seen the followers had, notabling the dark scale colour and sometimes markings which had dark looks to them, instead she saw a auqa coloured male with only lighter blue markings on the top side of his body. She thought, still uncertain if he was safe to approach.

The auqa male found the two after Ray attracted him inadvertantly be sneezing when he was nearby. The male looked to the two children in the bush worried if he was going to harm them or not. He wasn't sure of how to act to them as he didn't know if they were local, from another county or abandoned. The male looked to them andthought.
'Do you two live in the town?' He asked to break the silence and help him decide what to do. Both Ray and Sylvia stayed quiet since Ray couldn't speak and Sylvia didn't know enough words to reply to him. Seeing their age and sensing their inability to talk, the male thought of something else to help him decide, but could only think of questions. 'Playing a game?' He tried to ask simply to see if either would understand and asking with a yes-or-no nature so they only had to shake or nod. Sylvia thought before shaking for them both. The male thought and was relieved he could communicate in someway, thinking of other questions. 'You live here?' He asked again in a simple tone. Sylvia again thought and shook to him. The male thought again of questions. 'Mom or dad here?' He asked now wondering if they were abandoned, Sylvia replying with another shake of her head. 'Mom or dad leave you here?' He asked trying to get some background on the two. Once again Sylvia shook and felt sadness for Lyra, Ray, however didn't have this problem as he didn't understand the male's words. 'You run from mom or dad?' Sylvia instead of before nodded to this question. The male thought now he knew the situation, that they were hiding from their parents searching for them because of an argument or fight, but again their age put his mind off of the thought. 'Mom or dad yell, or fight?' Sylvia paused, not understanding his question entirely such as if he meant did Lyra fight for her. She tried to understand better before nodding. The male thought, assuming he knew what was going on, thinking it was best to move them from the bush to a warmer and safer place and put up some notice that he'd found the two so the parents could pick them up. He thought again. 'Hungry? Tired?' Sylvia looked and nodded. 'Come on out, we'll get food for you two...' He said and stepped back. Sylvia looked to Ray before the male, feeling that the male wasn't dangerous to approach and thus deciding to walk out with Ray. The two had some dirt on them from hiding. The male smiled slightly before leading them back to a town before reaching his home, leading them inside before cleaning the two off from the dirt they had. He offered them both some meat which Sylvia and Ray quickly accepted and fed their hunger. The male thought and watched the two, noting how their hunger haad acted quickly, wondering how long they had hidden for and how long they hadn't had proper care or resources. 'My name is Emior. You're welcome to stay for a little while..' He said in a friendly manner. He thought and realised he had to put a notice up somewhere, but wondered where and how to do it.

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Any commenters?

Emior left the two alone to rest peacefully while he went to the local town hall to ask about any missing children. Once there though he had to wait before he could ask.
'Hey. I recently found two kids nearby the town hiding in a bush but no where near their parents. I think they ran off from their parents due to a fight or argument and I'm wondering if there on the list for missing kids?' He asked a female at a desk. They looked and listened to him throughout the explanation and thought.
'May I ask about their descriptions and age?' The girl asked back.
'Uh sure... Age I'm not too sure about, but I can only assume a few months old, one looks a little older than the other though. One is a white female which seems to be the eldest. The other is a light blue male. They're both about this high.' He said and raised a paw to a certain hieght to show what he meant to the female.
'I see... If you give me a minute I'll check for you..' She said before checking through some scrolls and documents. Emior waited and thought of who Sylvia and Ray's parents were and what argument or fight made the kids run from them. He started to think that they could have been abusive, but then dismissed the thought after he remembered seeing no cuts or bruises on them. He then thought that they could have been scared by the shouting if there was any and thought that could have been enough to scare the two away. The final thing he though was how far Sylvia and Ray had run from their home. He pondered to himself before the female returned, his eyes telling him to focus back on to her.
'Well, I don't have anyone that fits the description of that, but then it could be they're from another part of the county.' She explained to him.
'Oh ok. I'm guessing if that's the case that they should be labelled as found?' He asked her.
'Yes, atleast then someone will find them if they're looking. Do you want me to sort that out for you?' She asked Emior.
'Yeah. Do you need like a drawing of them or something?' He asked, just thinking his description wasn't enough.
'No, it's alright without one. I'll have that sorted out for you then, ok?'
'Uh yeah. Thank you very much.' He said and smiled to her.
'Oh, and one last thing. Are you able to look after the two for now or do wish for them to stay somewhere else for the mean time?' Emior thought about it and felt it shouldn't be long before someone came about the two so couldn't see any reason why not.
'I suppose not. My home is nearest to the edge of the town on the east side, near the unused tunnel.' He said so she knew where to send the parents when they came.
'Alright then, I'll sort it all out. Keep good care of them.' She smiled to him. He smiled before getting up and walking out. He felt better that atleast they wouldn't be hungry or cold, but thought now he had to be responsible for them aswell. Emior walked back into his home to see the two kids slept quietly.

The next morning, the previously peacefull village was awake with the followers trying to still move the bouldes out of the way. Zenith had left them to find the other two kids to take back to him. The worked hard fro hours previously, only moving some of the smaller boulders. One of the followers stopped, panting in exhaustion and looked over the remains of the massacre the night before. The smealth of death and burning still lingered in the air and with the black grass and the burnt homes, crated an unpleasent and offputting sight. He turned to the corpse of the follower whom had blocked the tunnel off in the first place and slowly started to think that the follower deserved it for making the rest break their backs to fix his mistake. He turned to the spot where the cage used to be which held all of the children and noticed the grass had the outline of it where the cage's weight had pushed the blades of grass down. He thought about it before turning to the follower next to him.
'Hey, that cage, what happened to it?' He asked. The other follower stopped his struggle to move the boulders and looked to him, panting aswell, before turning to the outlined grass.
'That cage? We got rid of it..' He said, resting for a minute.
'What about the kids inside?' The other looked back to him and turned to the outline again.
'Well, Zenith said to get rid of them. He didn't need them did he..' He said, still breathing deeply.
'Yeah, but I mean when he meant that, did he mean he wanted the killed or what?' He asked the other.
'Well what do you expect? Most wouldn't live on their own and they weren't usefull to us. Why keep them? Pointless.' He replied in a carefree manner about the past. The other follower thought. He didn't feel bad for the children at all, but yet he hadn't expected that they would have all been killed. 'And besides, I say we did them a favour. They would have been haunted for life right? Well atleast now they wont be, and they wont attack us for our oh-so pleasible leader.' He said with some sarcasm about Zenith. 'And all we have to worry about now is getting into this tunnel.' The first looked back to the boulders.
'I think we know these aren't moving. It would be better to just find the end of the tunnel wouldn't it?' The second paused and looked to him after thinking.
'...or that... Why didn't anyone else think of it? In fact, why didn't Zenith think of that?' He asked to himself.
'Because he demanded we open the tunnel and because he kills first and has the brain power of a tree half the time.' He said, backlashing Zenith aswell. 'Yeah, someone get a map, surely that's easier than this...'

Emior eventually showed the two kids around the town and introduced some people to them so they knew who they could go to if they were lost or needed someone. The two walked close by Emior, not being comfortable outside and so kept looking about at the new people and also the skies. Emior notice their behavior making him wonder what they really had ran from. The group continued on before being in the middle of the town, busy with many people doing various jobs. Emior took the kids into a market so he could buy some food to help feed Ray and Sylvia. He thought of other things he might need to be able to look after the two, but could only think of a few things. Later on he walked them back to his home and let them rest while he began preparing some food. Ray, whilst still fondly remembering the events of Zenith's follower's attack, found the day much better and easier to relax in, as did Sylvia whom looked to Emior and glad that he hadn't been part of Zenith's group.

The followers whom had given up on the tunnel began planning a new tatic with a map they had found from one of the homes. They all argued about where to go and what to do, some even feeling that abandonign Zenith to do his own work was better off. This caused much controversy in the group whom began seperating between the potential betrayers and the followers.
'This is madness!!' One explained and stood up in the middle. 'We all know he'd gladly hunt us down if we did betray him!' He spoke to the potential betrayers.
'Then we gang up against him and end him! He could maybe kill one of us on our own, but he's our prey if we all attack!' Another stated, hoping to tart a rebelion. Again arguments were shouted to one another, making it impossible to hear each other. All of their arguments and backlash against Zenith and eachother were quickly stopped when Zenith arrived and called all of their attention in a loud voice, enough to echo through the village walls.
'So you lot are revolting against me are you? Might I remind you I'd have no difficulty in eliminating you all!' He roared back. Most followers now grouped up as to not distinguish themselves. One felt it rediculous that despite the backlash and harsh words they said against Zenith behind his back, he only had to growl and threaten before everyone did as he said. 'Now, why does the tunnel look closed still?' He asked after noticing the boulders still there. 'It's midday going on to the night and I've seen no progress..' He finished.
'We decided it would be easier to find out where the tunnel headed and find an alternate route. At least then we can find an opening or find the place the kids are hiding in.' One replied back. Zenith looked to the map and saw their efforts to find the route, but could only guess three places where it could end up. He looked to them.
'Then split up... One group to each place you guessed and don't come back unless you find the kids...' He ordered before leaving. The followers watched him go before looking where to head before they all split into different groups and flew out.

One group travelled far from the original town to a city with a vast area which had to be searched. Some of the followers groaned knowing it would take weeks to search the city for the kids if they were there. Another group headed to a now abandoned village with nobody in sight, making this groups work much easier as they needn't have bothered to travel to the village. The final group landed in the pronvince where Sylvia and Ray resided, quickly entering but spreading out and keeping themselves looking normal. The group near the city were soon joined from the group by the village to help in their search with them all splitting up and spreading out to begin the search for the kids. They approached various homes and looked inside to see if any kids they found were the ones they seeked for. One had the idea of using the list of the missing and asked to add Ray and Sylvia to it, but were denied when they provided too little detail. They were also denied being informed if Sylvia and Ray were found for similar reasons, including the fact the dragon wouldn't give contact details. He made a note of the building and remembered it so that he could blame them and save himself from Zenith if it came to that eventuallity. The rest searched the various streets and markets and seeing no sight of the two, but again finding many similar kids they thought could be the royals and made mental notes of them before searching on. After an hours search, they all grouped up into a public park to gather all information they had found. One wrote all the childrens rough places which seemed similar to the royals and again felt dread when they saw the length of the list and realized the city was at least three times bigger than the section they had searched. Their task would take ages for them to complete.

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Seriously is anyone reading this? Other than the one or two people I know that are, anyone? not really inspiring to write to this with no one else responding.

I'm still reading...even though you know that..
I'd say keep posting since ATM I can't see it on your MSN...and yeah, nice parts. I thought Zenith would kill at least one of them.

Well, mainly he's killing if they fail him, but instead they've been working on how to get the royals quicker than Zenith's initial plan.

As for a few things, main PC failed for the only guess which I can give being my Windows loader is corrupted and thus my entire disk cannot be booted. I'll be recovering data off of it more than story writing at work just if there's fewer parts.

BTW, MSN thing, I'll fix it ASAP. If you want my list, I'll update and email it to you, just MSN is forgetting your email constantly..

TBH I just want to be able to talk to you or at least see you on. It's been a hell of a week for me. I thought you left for good ._.
Though if I'm not 'blocked', why did you block me on here? Hate to bring our crap in public so...

And lol, now you see why I got mad about you deleting my back-up account.

I didn't block you.

On here, you did.
*facepalm* I'm sorry, it says it's locked, not blocked....sorry my bad...

The next morning the group had split up again into a different qauter of the city, searching far and wide and finding kids which matched the description of the royals. Zenith later arrived with Manic in a cage after assuming Manic would be able to tell who were his siblings. He put him down in the same spot where the group had reassembled last night and waited for their return. Manic often cried or called for help, but only to be hurt by Zenith to make him stay quiet. Manic had felt tired and hungry, having not be fed properly. He hadn't drank much but the rain water which had dropped outside of the door of his cell at Zenith's base which left his throat parched that day. He sometimes tried to call on Zenith for fod and water, but often was faced with another hit on his fist to shut up or ignored. Now he just layed curled up to one corner of the cage and cried silently, feeling the bruises still cause pain. The group searching eventually reassembled at midday to find Zenith and Manic. Zenith looked to the group.
'I figured you could use the rat to find others. After all he should know his siblings...'
'...We use him to identify the others?' One asked back.
'Uh, yes? Is that too complicated to understand?' He replied with sarcasm. He then flew up and left, the group left with Manic who looked to them fearfully. One approached the cage and opened the door, grabbing him and dragging him out. Manic tried to claw onto the cage, feeling safer inside than he did out of it, however he soon found himself out of it and then surrounded by the followers. Still being young he hadn't a clue what was going on, but fear and inexperience prevented him from escaping. He was later dragged into the streets by one follower after a group discussion and threatened to obey the follower with severe consequences if he didn't. He walked alongside the follower like he had been forceable demanded to but still cried despite the follower ordering him not to and occasionally hitting him for disobedience. Many other citizens in the town saw the two and had wondered why Manic had been crying and why he had a look of fear whilst following Zenith's follower, but none decided to intervene. The follower kept asking about kids he pressumed where Manic's siblingsm howver the entire day Manic said nothing to whether they were or weren't. At the end of the day, the follower had to drag Manic back to his cage before throwing him inside and locking it.
'You could've helped us today! You could have made it so simple! But no, you refuse to answer the most simplest of questions!' He yelled to Manic in anger over his disobedience to answer the follower's questions about hte siblings. 'I suppose now that we'll have to drag all the kids out again, don't we?! We have to do all the work in gathering them up and identifying them!' He said, hitting the cageover so that Manic fell against the hard wall. The follower spat at him before leaving Manic in the cold. Still hungry and thirsty, he cried and shivered as the night set in, seeing the followers over a warm fire which was too far away to warm him.
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Sorry it's not as much or as good, bit of a block and I haven't thought about for a week, so I need to refocus my mind.

Been focused on other things, plus a block and lack confidence means this is either cancelled on on hold. probably the former..

Turns out to be the latter.

The next day after Emior had found Ray and Sylvia he had a visitor. It was the same female whom had helped him with declaring the two kids found and had come to gather a drawing of the two to help with the posters. Emior called them to meet her and also provided them with some cooked food. Ray and Sylvia were very cautious around the female as despite the fact her appearance wasn't dark, they both still couldn't shake the feeling she would harm them. The female had saw their reaction and too thought that they had been abused or neglected. She thought before turning to Emior.
'I don't mean to intrude, but after I am done with the drawings, may I ask you show my how you haved cared for them? Just a policy we have.' Emior thought it was Ray and Slyvia's reactions that had made her concerned.
'That's no problem at all.' He said, laying two plates by the children with food and stroking their heads. 'It's ok, you don't need to act nervous or worried, she isn't going to hurt you. She only wants to know you two are ok and help find your parents.' Emior said before moving away. The female took the chance to look at the children for any obvious bruising or cuts as a tell-tale sign of abuse but saw nothing on them. Emior thought and was worried that he may get questioned about the childrens' odd behavior or worse still blamed for it. As the two finished their meals the female finished her sketches and checked to make sure they resembled the two. She turned to Emior again. 'Would you mind showing me about now?'
'I have no problem with that, though I'll admit it's not the cleanest place you may have seen.' He said but stood up to guide her round his home. He answered all the females questions regarding the kids and showed her their makeshift bedroom whilst explaining what he used and supplied them with. She noticed nothing unusual about Emior's care for the kids but was still curious about their actions when they had seen her. Near the end of her visit, she turned to him.
'After seeing the two's behavior, I'll have to change some aspects of the claim, for their protection.' She instructed him.
'Why is that?' He asked her, despite roughly knowing why.
'It's because of their behavior. They didn't play at all, never smilled and more worrying to me, were scared by appearance. I've known atleast one case of abuse towards a child which showed similar aspects, and though we don't know anything of their past, I'm worried their parent or parents could be abusive.' She explained to answer him and also agree that she thought the same as Emior about the children's past.

The group of followers near the province differed in how they acted than the other group. A few of Zenith's loyal supporters were grouped and outnumbered by ones who were tempted to revolt against him, creating an unsettled and uneasy environment. For the most part of the previous day, they had simply rested their bodies and enjoyed the rare moment of freedom they had from Zenith and fighting. Whilst the second day was very relaxing to them, they still argued about how to go about searching for the kids, turning into arguments and rants for and against Zenith and once again to revolting. The three followers who were pro-Zenith tried to defend Zenith and argue against the revolt whilst the opposition argued that they were holding back what they though was inevitable. In a silent moment where most insults and views ahd been given, one called to the rest of the revolt-supporters and argued they should gang up against the loyals and then desert. One of the loyals spoke out against the nearing treachery and gave an argument saying the rebels could find the kids and offer them to Zenith in return for their freedom. It was another moment which stopped the arguing and joined the group together again. However with the bad atmostphere, they instead settled to return to resting and relaxation and enjoy what they had whilst they could. The loyalist however tried scheming to find the children efficiently and spent hours dicussing many plans and actions they could apply however they faced the problem that it would still take ages since they knew nothing of the children's appearances and they had already slaughtered anyone knowing who did. It was at this point they all agreed that despite being loyal to Zenith, they wished he and the rest of the followers weren't as murderous as they were.
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