Dark Weapon Rising

Chapter 1
Spectacular
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Terrador glanced over the basin into a grand abyss of water that stretched out as far as the eye could see on its way towards a never ending perfection. He stared at it incessantly with his eyes wide open only able to utter "Whoa,"

"Amazing isn't it son?" asked a much larger dragon beside him.

He nodded, his breath taken away by the incredible view.

Solid blue sky ran into the blue sea, both of which seemed to stretch one forever together. Warm summer breezes traversed the sea, and gently brushed each of the dragons across the face only adding to the scene.

"Nowhere in any city will you find a view quite like this," Terrador's father commented mostly to himself as his son was completely lost to the world; "I don't know why anybody'd ever want to move away from some place quite like this."

He gave his son a few more moments before he gave Terrador a soft nudge in the back "come along, you wouldn't want to make our friends move under darkness would you?"

"I guess not" he said disappointedly looking away from the ocean and upon his father's warm green face. Terrador bore a striking resemblance to his father; the only big exception was Terrador's yellowish underbelly.

"When he gets older he'll have a black secondary like me." He had told somebody in front of Terrador "When I was younger I looked just like him, you'll never know the difference between us someday"

"Well then, we'd better get going, we're going to have to get there pretty quickly, it's almost midday as it is. I just wanted to show you this really quick since we're out this way. Come along now" he said taking to the air.

Terrador lingered a moment longer and then he too set off.

"Dad, how much longer do we have to go? My wings hurt."

His father turned his head over his shoulder, and smiled at Terrador "Only a few more minutes, we're almost there." He told him trying to obscure his laughter.

"Does, Mal, have to fly this whole way into training every day?"

"Yes, son, he does"

"Wow, I couldn't do this every day, no wonder he's the best flyer of our generation!"

His father glanced back at him once more, this time Terrador couldn't tell what emotion he was conveying so for the most part he ignored it.

It was only a few more moments before his father began to descend below the clouds. "Finally," Terrador sighed as he rested his wings into a glide.

"You going to be able to carry their couch into Warfang?"

"Sure!" Terrador said suddenly perking up excitedly.

His father chuckled at him "Well just have to see."

The ground quickly closed in on their feet and in the short distance a small stone structure stood out from the grassy plain. A bright orange dragon stood outside of the structure and alongside of him stood what appeared to be a purple dot from the distance, slowly it became more defined until it revealed itself as a young purple dragon.

It wasn't long before they were right in front of them.

"Hello, Helgar" Terrador's father addressed the orange dragon upon landing.

"Hey, Felpar, how'd you get here this fast? I thought you guys were going to take a detour."

"We, did actually, I wanted to get here a bit early though." Terrador's father said.

"Oh, I see," Helgar replied catching the hint. "You were able to keep up Terrador?"

"Not hardly," he replied chuckling a bit.

"You did though, that's all that counts right?"

"Yeah,"

"Right, Mal, if you two want to you can go off and play for a bit. I don't want to make a big scene coming into the city with all of our stuff" the orange dragon said.

"All right!" the purple dragon exclaimed in excitement as he reached out and touched Terrador on the side with his wing tip. "You're it!"

Terrador took off after him in the air as quickly as he could, and it appeared that he was going to touch Mal but at the last moment he rolled and left Terrador far behind with the quick movement.

They both giggled with excitement.

Helgar watched them closely as they got further and further away from them. "So, Felpar, what is it?"

"The council, they grow weary of the success of Mal is acquiring. They have proposed that he should only be allowed one element."

Helgar's eyes grew larger, "You mean they think my son will become something of a monster, a threat to society?"

"I know, a little low of them don't you think?"

"Yeah, who proposed it?"

"Ignitus did, but he was one of the few who had a proposal remaining, and with the end of the session coming quickly he said that it was the most popular idea out there. I can guess from that, that he was asked to do so, he probably won't even vote for it himself."

"Odd, how was it received?"

"I couldn't tell, for the most part it was just a lot of conversation, couldn't tell which way it was going though."

"All right, thank you Felpar," He said with a smile; "I guess it's time to get to moving some furnishings, eh?"

"Yep, let me reel in the younglings, Terrador thinks he's going to carry the couch"

Helgar laughed at the idea of such a young dragon carrying something so large.

"I told him we'd have to see."

"Then I guess we'll just have to see won't we?" Helgar laughed.

"Terrador! Mal! We are ready for you!"

"You think you can still carry the couch?" Felpar asked his son as they walked into the living room.

The massive couch was more than twice Terrador's size, it was quite evident that he was not going to be able to carry it to Warfang, let alone pick it up.

"Um, well, never mind, I don't think I can do it." He stuttered causing Helgar and Felpar to laugh at him.

Mal just walked underneath it and attempted to fly, he was barely able to lift it from the floor.

The two elder dragons chuckled at the younger ones, "We'll get it." Helgar told them, "You guys go and get something littler."