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Chapter 17 - Questioned

"Maybe, but not today. Now lets move!" Edgard groaned and two orcs began to drag Spyro along with them as remaining orcs began to walk back where they have came. A single thunderbolt struck down in horizon. Clouds began to turn darker and wind began to howl between hills. Cold rain literally poured from sky and small rills began to form down from hills and slowly creating small ponds here and there.

Orcs dragged Spyro behind the hill where they have waited whole time during their play and raised him on only cart they have brought with them. Cart had cage of some sort on it and orcs placed him inside it and locked the chains tightly on small hooks placed all around the cage, literally making him impossible to turn even his head more than a inch or two. Whole cage's idea seemed to be to chain up things inside them than using the bars. if not the chains he could easily just walk out of it.

"You really think these chains can hold me here?" Spyro snarled to orc front of him who where locking up the chains into hooks. Orc backed nervously and Spyro gave grin to him what made orc feel cold shiver on his spine.

"That's right... You all should fear me for your lifes." Spyro continued with deep hostile voice. Chains where thick and heavy, surely stronger that most but they would not hold Spyro if he where to do another his furyattacks. But before he could come further with his quick escape plan, orcs brought unconscious Cynder front of him. His anger faded away and where replaced by deep worry. Spyro gasped when he saw huge bruise on top of her head and how blood bleed slightly from small wounds in it. Her injury wasn't that bad but it made Spyro feel sick from worry. Orcs chained her as well and placed her inside cage same way that he was but so that she now faced directly at him. Making it almost impossible neither of them escape by using their powers without hurting each other. Spyro frown when he realised what they where up to before he turned his attention back on Cynder.

"Cynder? Please wake up Cynder... please..." Spyro tried to wake her up but with no success. Another lighting bolt struck down and hit whimpered tree and split the tree into two halfs and raining became even worse. Few orcs began to complain but where quickly silenced with Edgard's loud grunt. Spyro began to shiver slightly from cold and tight chains hurt Spyro when cart jolted into move towards their camp.

'I can't warm myself like this but at least I can keep her warm.' Spyro thought and began to blow slowly on Cynder his firebreath so carefully that only warm air came out from his mouth and he paused only when he need to take another deep breath and he blew over and over again.

Spyro overheard when Edgard began to speak on mirror. First he thought Edgard where crazy or something but he was surprised so much that he forgot to keep Cynder warm when he heard mirror answering back. He didn't hear what mirror spoke but overhearing Edgard was no problem.

"My chieftan. We managed to capture both Cynder and that purple dragon and we chained like you told us to. But the creature wasn't anywhere to be seen." Edgard spoke first proud then quietly when he came to point when he said no creature where found. Mirror mumbled something back.

"But chieftan, we lost over half of our searchparty this side of the river because this plan, I need more orcs." Edgard tried to show no fear but startled when mirror trembled on his fingers and let out loud murmur.

"No. I haven't questioned them yet. Cynder is still unconscious." Edgard paused for a moment and then continued. "My chieftan, I will question them once we get back into our camp. But with our current manpower, searching is difficult and trails might get cold." Mirror was silent over minute or two before it began to mumble back.

"Thank you my Chieftan. I will not fail you." He said out loud and punched his chest before he hid the small mirror back into small bag he carried side of his vaist.

"Is Cynder awake?" Edgard grunted behind him.

"No, Edgard the Strongarm." Orc who walked next to cart answered back formally. 'Sounds like there is something big going on. Why they want capture Markus so badly?' Spyro thought for himself and began to keep Cynder warm with his breath again while shivering from cold himself.

On the distance two hours later Markus woke up shivering badly from cold. Despite it has rained nearly two hours he didn't wake up when it began, in fact he was really lucky to wake up at all. Ranger have got all wet and his small wolfpelt was good as nothing against the heavy rain. Only good side on this rain where that all bloodstains on him and his clothes has washed away. His skin has turned almost blue from cold and he rubbed his trebling hands against his arms to keep himself warm. That didn't warm him almost at all but it was anything he could to at the moment, at least he is below the wind. He moved his small wolfpelt to cover him better from rain and tighten his fetal position and he rub his arms harder but he still shivered from cold and rain made it far worse. He would move to anywhere what would give even slight cover from rain but there weren't anything nearby so everything he could do now was just trying to keep warm in middle of rain and hope rain would end soon.

Orcs cart got stuck once again on soft ground what has begun to turn more like mud. Chains strangled Spyro's limbs and made them hurt him every time cart made sudden move. Cart jolted into move and Spyro noticed Cynder to show signs of waking up at last. Her eyes moved under her eyelids. Suddenly cart wheel hit small hole on ground and wooden wheel broke and the whole cart swayed enough to large cage dragons where held in drop on ground on its side. Mud splatted on Spyro and Cynder but mud where quickly wash off by still falling cold rain. Spyro hissed with twisted face from pain chains caused which now hold him in the most unconformable position but he came over the pain and focused himself back on Cynder. She opened her eyes and Spyro sighed from relief but worry got back into him quickly.

"Cynder are you allright?" Spyro asked hasty

"Ohh... My head." Cynder didn't register what Spyro said and instead closed her eyes again and tried to move to hold her head with her pawn but chains held her at bay. She opened her eyes again and tried to look what was going on and realised she where unable to move at all, unable to move even her head and where facing directly at Spyro, both hanging on chains sideways.

"What... What happened?" Cynder asked.

"You where hit by large rock what orcs threw at you. I lost control from myself when I saw what happened to you and fought back in total rage, almost like I was someone else. No matter how much of them there where, I just kept slaughtering them like nothing, showing absolutely no mercy to them. When I was winning, Edgard managed to sneak around me and grab you and threatened your life if I wouldn't surrender. I failed to protect you..." Spyro spoke slowly with low tone, filled by both sadness and fear of what happened him during the fight and he kept looking down.

"Spyro... don't blame yourself. You did your best and there wasn't anything else you could have done else. I would have done the same."

"No, you don't understand. I lost total control from myself. I almost unleashed my fury against Edgard when he held his sword on your throat; I barely managed to stop myself in time." Spyro explained slowly, still being a bit upset.

"I... I almost hurt you." Spyro said before Edgard began to groan to his henchmen.

"...what you're waiting for idiots? Fix that thing!" Edgard grunted angrily.

"But you didn't Spyro. It's okay, really." Cynder said calm and warm voice.

"What we do to dragons, Edgard the Strongarm" One orc asked and pointed on cage where dragons is kept.

"Just leave it like... wait... So you have woken up Cynder." Edgard said with a small grin when he noticed. Cynder has indeed woken up and began to walk over them

"Don't say anything." Spyro whispered to Cynder.

"Turn over that cage, Now!" Edgard grunted and two orc hasty turned their cage back up before they returned to help the others to fix the broken wheel.

"Now, dear hatchlings, I have something to discuss with you. I'll ask and you will answer."

"We have nothing to discuss Edgard. Let us go!" Spyro snarled to him.

"I am afraid I can't do that purple fury. Now... Where is that creature?"

"What creature?" Cynder asked with a frown.

"Don't play stupid. The one you took from us, where is it?

"We won't tell you anything! Let us go now!" Spyro snarled angrily. Edgard took hostile expression on his face and punched Spyro to his cheek hard. Spyro hissed from pain and glared back at him with corner of his eye. Bruise began to develop on his cheek.

"You don't want me become angry, do you? Tell me where it is and I promise I won't hurt you... bad." Edgard said calmly and with cold tone. Disturbing silence took place with those three.

"Well where is it?" What for Malefor would need such pathetic creature like that?"

"I told you we don't work for anyone." Cynder said and tried to free herself.

"Ah but you are the servant of dark master, you honestly believe I don't know that?"

"Then you have missed a lot. We killed that bastard long ago." Cynder said out loud with anger and gasped quickly afterwards. She maybe has said too much.

"Dead? Dark master is dead? By you? Hah! If that where true I would be the one of the first ones to know.... Hmm..." Edgard began to think and rubbed his green jaw. He turned around ant took that same small mirror and began to walk further away. But dragons could overhear the speak in whole this time.

"My Chieftan, Edgard the... oh... it's you... Where is Chieftan?" Edgard's formality turned almost into total mixture of hatred and frown.

"He don't have time for someone like you. Now Edgard, have you thought about my proposal?" Mirror said back.

"The answer is still no. you just might stop that foolish plotting for once. I should report you to chieftan."

"If you would do that, Edgard, it would be the last thing you do in your pathetic little life. Now think abo--"

"Enough of that. I speak only to chieftan and you know that. Where is he?"

"Resting. Tell me and I'll tell him." Mirror said but without reply Edgard just disconnected the magical connection and put the mirror back into his bag and turned around.

"Now let's continue. I won't ask this again: Where is that creature?" Edgard asked once more while walking back to dragons.

"Forget it Edgard, we ain't saying a word." Cynder said firmly.

"Is that so? Not even if I would do this?" Edgard grabbed small sword from one of the orcs wandering around near him and raised the sword near Cynder's throat. Spyro's eyes narrowed.

"Leave her alone!" Spyro snarled very angry but Edgard just smirked back.

"You really seem to like this girl."

"If you do anything to her it is the last thing you do."

"Like this?" Edgard grabbed Cynder's head from one of her horns and bulled her head back far as chains allowed him and pressed sword against her throat.

"Ahh!" Cynder shouted

"NOW WHERE IS THAT CREATURE? I DON'T ASK YOU AGAIN!" yelled with deep groan in his voice. Rain began finally to calm down as the dark clouds continued further in to the mainland.

"Spyro..." Cynder whispered and tear came out from her eye. Spyro grit his teeth and closed his eyes.

"WELL?" Edgard grunted.

"I... don't know where creature is. It left us after we flew over the river." Spyro said carefully not to say Markus at 'he' but 'it' instead. Spyro opened his narrowed eyes.

"Now leave her alone!" Spyro shouted. Edgard grunted to himself and pulled sword back and released Cynder's head.

"Edgard the strongarm, Cart is repaired."

"About time. Put those dragons on it and let's get moving." Edgard groaned and turned his head back on Dragons.

"We continue this later." Edgard said with groan before two orcs lifted cage back on cart. Once they were ready to move again cart jolted into move and slowly they continued their journey into orcs' camp.

"Are you okay?" Spyro asked from Cynder.

"Yeah... I'm fine. Spyro?"

"Yes?"

"I love you." Cynder said softly despite their current situation.

"I love you more than anything." Spyro answered back with dreamy eyes. They would have kissed passionately but the chains reminded where they were. So they just stared into eachothers' eyes dreamingly, lost deep within them.

Not far away yellow orb followed the remaining group of orcs and kept good distance too. Sparx scratched his head hopeless, trying to figure what he should do.

"What I gonna do? What I gonna do? What I gonna do?" Sparx kept repeating to himself while thinking hard.

"I cant go to them or they spot me for sure. I am small but they might keep me as a threat anyway. I can't rescue them or maybe not even help them due of my small size. Oh crying out loud! What I should do?" Sparx think out loud.

"I need help but who would help me? Guardians? Not a change, they're too far away. Hunter? Same thing... Markus? He is creepy and doesn't understand a word. aaarh!" Sparx fought against idea he got into small head of his but he knew that was probably the only way.

"I'm sure I'm going to regret this. Well then... If I would be creepy assassin who doesn't understand anything and have own fanclub of murderous orcs, where I would go?" Sparx scratched his head again.

"Ah... that way..." Sparx pointed and flew off but steered around after second or two. "No... That way." Sparx said, pointing into opposite direction and so Sparx began to fly where he last saw Ranger.

Ranger raised his head when rain began to ease up a bit. After 20 minutes rain where almost gone and only small drips dropped on him here and then and giving faint smile for himself as he knew he has survived his hard tribulation. Still feeling weak and terribly cold he removed small wolfpelt on top of him and stretched his cramped limps carefully. It hurt a bit but he stretched them anyway over and over again, feeling that every time he did it again it felt easier and this warmed him up a bit but not much. He began to squeeze and twist his clothes to dry them up a bit and then he tried to push himself up. Hands trembled but he managed to push himself up sitting. Markus rubbed his cold legs to make blood running in them again and warm himself more. Legs began to warm up and blue tint waded. While doing so he glanced around to see if there was anything nearby. outcluding the many birds and few small horses far away place where totally empty. Just grassy hills and one of the many mini forests further away

Markus knew that best way to warm up is start walking but he didn't knew was he strong enough to do that. He carefully moved onto his knees and slowly rises up. He smiled when he has made all the way up and he tried to take first step carefully but the leg he stepped on collapsed and he fell on his face back on wet ground with a thump

"No voi paska." He cursed quietly and tried again, and fell again. But he tried insistently and this time managed to take first heavy step. He waited for a minute before he took another, and the third one. his legs shook a lot but he managed to keep his balance with every step he took. He knew it would not be vice to continue to backtrack his travel but he didn't care and Ranger continued his plans to unite with dragons. His steps weren't that promising but he kept walking.

About hour later, when Sun has begun to set down below horizon Sparx has reached the place where he has last seen ranger and flew in circles around the small knife Ranger has forgot there. Trying to remember where he went from there. He didn't need to think long as he saw small figure walking towards him clumsy and slowly. Not knowing would it be Markus he dimmed his glow down and flew towards the figure. Figure stopped few dozen meters away from him as the figure noticed approaching familiar looking bug of sort of. Figure tilted his head slightly.

"Sparx?" Figure in grey tore up clothes said.

"Markus Finally!" Sparx shouted and flew towards him like a small bullet.