Forgotten Heroes

13

Apollos' Pov.
A knife is suddenly at my throat.
The king sneers, "Now, chirp."
I growled, and the knife touches my neck.
Shade is looking for an exit.
He signals for me to disappear.
I focus, but then a burn hits me hard.
I collapse through the man's fingers, and roll onto the ground.
I feel someone check my pulse.
I heard the sound of laughter, and then the sound of hooves pounding away.
"FFF.....IN! FJHKJIJNDJFNHDHFHD!"
I open my eyes only to see red.
I groan, eyes closing.
I hear hooves pounding, and curl into a ball.
Maybe they'll  take me for dead, or a huge rock.
No luck,
RRRRROOOOOAAAAARRROROROORORORORO!
Oh no. They have a war dragon.
I get picked up by a quintuplet of claws and feet.
I groan, and wriggle. The dragon growls, and wraps all four feet around me like a dog would a stick.
I feel the feet, trying to guess by the scale feel.
Aquatics have smooth and thin scales, good for swimming but waek against fire and ice.
Fire dragons have thick and slightly rougher scales, good for combat but really heavy.
Ice dragons are always cold and smooth.
Mischief dragons had slightly pointed scales, with a comforting wave of power when you touched one.
I stroke the scales, and a trill of power lights my mind.
I situated below the weak spot on the mischief dragon. It isn't weak in strength, but females are ticklish there.
I can guess by the size it's a female, so I tickle the spot.
It squirms and warrbles in annoyance.
It lets me go.
I hear the king howl in annoyance.
I sense Shade is back at the school, so he's safe.
I go into a face first dive.
I hear calls of "Go after him!" And "HE CAN'T F-ING SHIFT, CATCH HIM!"
I let the rush of free fall overwhelm me, and just let the rocks come.
The wind feels great, and I shuffle my wings free of a few ropes.
Then, they notice my wings. They must be a golden colour.
I check, and realize how well I know my wings now.
I can feel them gaping.
I see the rock a meter away, and bank up.
I hit the rock running, and take off to find my Shadow.
ROOOAAARRRR!
A snappy and familiar voice catches me by suprise.
A white tiger is in front of me, claws and teeth ready to tear me apart.
Echo snarls, "My turf. You are on my turf."
I shrug, and my wing claws deploy silently.
I see Echo considering her chances of beating me.
I turn into a white winged white bobact with colourfull swirling irises.
Echo seems to notice the deployed wing claws, and backs a step.
For the first time ever, I notice a black swirl over the front of my chest.
Echo snarls, "You're no king! You hide and cower like a newt!"
I feel heat crawlig over me.
I snarl, "Oh yeah? How're you any better?"
Slash
I easily sidestep Echos' childish swipe.
I tut-tut, and a strange flame crawls over me.
I feel like I'm in a furnace, a welcome sensation in the mountians.
I growl, and Echo backs away.
She snarls, "You really need to cool off."
SWISH!
CRACK!
SWWWIIRRRRPPPPP!
I'm tangled in an ice and water whip.
I'm an expert at cracking these, but something held me back.
I stare deep into Echos' eyes, and think a strange thought.
Maybe I can weave her into an impenetrable dream. Like another reality.
I begin weaving in my head, and when it seems fairly strong, I then cast it onto Echo.
She screeches and wretches. Then, she calms down and passes out.
I pick her up, and take off running.
I have her slung over my back, until the smell of burnt rings alarms in my head.
I look back, frozen to the spot.
Flames engulfed me, and they're burning Echo.
I take her off my shoulders, freeze the burns, and take off with her in my huge paws.
Soon, the camp is in veiw.
I set Echo in a tent, and write on the empty sign, "Locked in Dream Weave. Do not enter, or you'll be locked in as well."
I leave the notice on the sign and on the door.
I head for Pandoras' nest, and discover her gone.
I see the egg is shaking, and charge into my personal Shifter Forest.
I call my dragon form, and slip it into the special light in the middle.
Soon, I become a huge Mischief dragon.
I ginerly wrap my body around the egg and cover my face and the egg with my wings.
I slip one underneath the egg, for extra protection. It's also very comfortable.
I hear confused mages gathering near the nest.
One asks, "Why is a male dragon on her nest?"
Another shoots a theory, "Maybe her mate?"
I grunt, and wiggle my body a bit to better warm the egg.
I use my dragon sense to identify the type of dragon is inside.
It says nothing is in here.
I stay around the egg for an unknown amount of time, until a mage signals for the others to back away.
My strength has been back for a while, but I've become fond of this teny egg.
ROOOAAARRRR! GRRRORORORK! ROOOAORRR! ROROROR RROOOOAARR RORORKRORO!
I wrap my tail around the egg in my cuccoon.
I feel a strange scrapping on my back, then a bitting sensation.
I growl at it, and the mages back further still.
I touch the dragons' mind, and cry in alarm.
STAR?
He warbles in anger.
He cries, "You're my ransom to catch Ares. Get up."
I growl,wrapping my body around the egg even tighter.
I growl, and feel the nest lifting off the ground.
I don't dare reconize the situation I'm in by looking out from my cucoon.
The egg suddenly hatches, and the she dragon is unlike anything I've ever seen.
She curls up beside me, and I wrap my wings around her.
She asks, "Are you my dad?"
I shake my head, and whisper, "I don't know who your dad is, but I'll take good care of you."
She warbles as she falls asleep in the crook of my neck.
The nest jerks around because of the failling health of the young dragon holding us.
I hear Libby shouting at Star, anger in her voice.
We touch ground.
Libby covers her mouth, and screams incoherently.
She bellers, "STAR! THIS IS A WILD MALE MISCHIEF DRAGON!"
The sudden yelling spooks my Shadows, and the dragon takes me over.
It becomes wild and savage.
It looks up at Libby, wings wrapped around the hatchling.
It snarls, and I force back into control.
I stand up, and the black hatchling crawls onto my back.
Libby seems frozen to the spot.
I hear the sound of a bola launcher, and try to fly away.
A chain suddenly grasps my wings, pushing them closed.
A man in a silk suit is bribing for my release, but failing.
Great.
I roar in anguish as my chest plows into the dirt.
I feel a chain wrap my legs and mouth, making me stay still.
I whimper, but a whip cracks.
I snarl, eyes darting for the hatchling.
It's in a roped shut picnic basket, trying to get out.
I roar across the minds of the soldiers, and rock side to side.
A strapis looped through my body chain, and a dragon hauls me off.
No!
I swing my body around, but I'm stuck.
No! Never! Rebellion!
I swing harder, but a whip cracks somewhere.
I freeze, and go slack.
I see the training stables, and a stable hand rushes out.
LANCE YOU @ HOLE!
He grabs the loop from the dragon, and unties my legs.
I stand up in a blurr of white. 
I snarl at Lance, an appearance shift on the verge of happening.
Black crawls from my tail to the tip of my nose.
I feel spikes growing, and Lance snaps something.
I freeze, and he teleports me to a locked stall.
No Lance! Stop! Please! Hear me out!
I feel the chains melt into dust, and roar a savage cry.
I hear a distressed warble in the distance, and try to escape.
The dragon next to me asks, "Are you Pandora?"
I roar straight in its' face.
It takes notice of the small markings that seperate males from females.

Females have no black, and can't change appearance. Males are the opposite. They're naturally white, but can change colours to camouflage. Apparently, they're wild Mishiefs before Pandora. They're just intameable. Some say they were the ancestor of the dragon species, while others say they're recent additions.
The reason for camouflage is so the males can hunt while the female sits on eggs.
Also, males have small horns on thier jaw bones and linning the outside of thier faces. They're  like stubble.

The Shadows realize I'm trapped, and have a group freak out.
Whip cracks can't freeze my frenzy.