The Darksield Chronicles

Chapter 38: It's a Date

Wraith POV

Wraith opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling of his room. He rolled out of bed and stretched before glancing out a window. The sun was starting to rise. He decided that he should probably head over to the Dragon Blade encampment and see how everyone was doing. He teleported and stepped out of the shadows in the middle of a massive group of tents (most likely given by the citizens of Warfang). A few Dragon Blades were walking around, passing out provisions that the guardians had apparently sent over.

Wraith strode through the camp until he found a tent bigger than the others. He ducked through and sure enough, Sandstorm, Blaze, Stinger, and Magma were standing around, chatting.

"How's it going?"

They turned.

"Ah, Wraith." Stinger nodded at him. "Glad you're here. We have something to tell you. A lot of the Dragon Blades are nervous about staying this close to the city and they want to go back home."

Wraith nodded. "Very well. We'll send everyone home who wants to go back, and the rest will stay here. Magma, do you want to lead them back? I can tell you want to go."

Magma nodded, obviously relieved. "Thank you. You know, perhaps I was wrong about you."

Wraith laughed. "You just figured that out?"

Blaze and the others laughed as well.

Magma just shrugged. "What can I say? I'm cautious."

Wraith waved a hand dismissively. "Yes, we all know. Now get these troops moving, Commander. I want them back at the forgotten city by breakfast."

Magma saluted him with a sword and strode out of the tent.

Wraith turned to Stinger. "Can you go with him? I trust him, but it might be best to have two leaders going."

Stinger nodded and walked out of the tent.

Wraith turned toward Blaze and Sandstorm. "You guys gonna stay or go?"

Blaze and Sandstorm exchanged glances. "Stay," they both answered.

Wraith nodded. "Very well."

They strode out of the tent and saw that the majority were gone. Only about fifty remained. There was no sign of the other Dragon Blades.

Wraith whistled. "Dang, they sure move fast." Then he turned to Blaze and Sandstorm. "Move the rest of them five miles away from the city. We don't need any of the dragons getting nervous with them so close. And we don't need them within firing range if that happens."

Sandstorm and Blaze nodded and walked off to start moving the camp while Wraith teleported back to the temple and reappeared outside his door.

Wraith glanced up and down the corridor. So far, so good. He quietly snuck downstairs, but when he caught a glimpse of what was happening below, he froze. Spyro and that blue dragoness from the dance were talking together in low voices.

Wraith grinned to himself. Well, well Spyro, he thought. You sure move fast. Then he decided to help things along. He teleported to the academy kitchen, cooked up a few eggs and sausage, and put the whole meal on two plates. Then he teleported back to the temple and proceeded to walk right through the doors, holding both plates aloft. "Hey, guys." He called. "Figured you might be able to use some breakfast."

They turned, and, as expected, the blue dragoness's eyes widened. "Ape!" She sent a blast of ice at Wraith.

Wraith rolled his eyes and tossed both plates into the air, dodged the blast of ice, and landed on one hand. He caught one plate with his other hand and the other with his foot. The food fell back down, and he caught all of it in the plates. He flipped back to standing position and held out both plates. "Spyro, would you please tell your girlfriend that I'm not an ape and that I come in peace?"