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Chapter 5
Chapter 7
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Sparx had been unconscious for... how long exactly? The young dragonfly was mired in fatigue, possibly his captors had cast a sleeping spell on him! Now he could not see! His world was dark and the few things he could see were blurry and misshapen. It was then that in his rapid and panicked breathing it made him realize that a bag was over his head, obscuring his vision.
“I've heard of bag-over-your-head-tricks but this is ridiculous.” He chided aloud only to wish he had remained silent. What if his captors were nearby!?
“He's awake!” A light female voice gasped in a hushed whisper.
“Get the bag off the lads head would ye! The bloody bugger probably can't breav!” A richly accented male voice ordered.
“Oh.. okay-” She replied.
A moment later and the world came into stark contrast. Sparx's surroundings were dark yet he was still forced to wince at the moonlight from the full moon as it beamed through ancient iron bars near the ceiling. The room was cold, dark and dank. Decrepit stone blocks made the walls. They were marred by scratches, incoherent writings and scores of tally marks, signs that this dungeon had seen many prisoners....
“Hello...” The female voice chirped shyly. Sparx looked to his sides before he looked up and saw a mantis with purple and black stripes.
“Gahhh! Help!” Sparx shouted in terror and strained uselessly in his tiny manacles holding his arms.
The mantis woman tried tried to shoosh Sparx with her claw but it was in vain.
“Good lordy he has some pipes on. Shut yer trap laddy lest you get the jailor in here.” The same accented person rumbled. Sparx looked around and saw a gruff and furry older spider with an eyepatch and sailor hat.
Sparx stopped shouting but his breathing remained rapid. “Where- where am I?”
“We are all in a dungeon. You are the newest prisoner.” Sparx looked to his right and saw a red scorpion also chained to the wall. Unlike the spider, this man spoke with an air of importance and refinement.
The purple mantis jumped off the wall and fluttered down with her tiny wings and turned to look at the newcomer to the dungeon. She was roughly his size, all the inhabitant here seemed to be as well.
“Wh-who are you?” Sparx asked the mantis.
She blinked sideways and put a claw on her chest. “I'm Samantha, Sam for short.”
As his panic subsided Sparx found that it was being replaced by anger and indignation. “Let me go this instance and I promise the League won't crush you like a... well... bug.”
The other inmates winced at his harsh words and Sam took a step back, looking guilty. “I.. can't do that.”
“Why not? You're the only one not chained up. Let us go and we can bust outta here!”
“Because she's Faranthia's slave. The dragon has trapped her here. But you can trust Sam, she's a good girl.” The fancy scorpion interjected, seemingly unimpressed by Sparx's knee jerk responses.
Sam nodded and smiled. “I try. I bring leftovers that Faranthia throws away down here so you guys don't starve. I don't think she's noticed so far.”
Sparx snorted and relented, laying back against the cold brick wall. “Couple of questions then. Where are we exactly? Who are the guys who kidnapped me? Who is Faranthia? And how long until Spyro and Cynder level this place when they come to save me?”
Sam's big blue cyan eyes seems to shine in the darkness of the cell. Nervously the young mantis rubbed her forelegs together but she tried her best to answer. “We are in Faranthia's cathedral.... in the dungeon level as you see. In Törg.”
“Törg?” Sparx asked incredulously and raised an eyebrow. “Is that the thing emos use to access the Deep Web?
Sam looked confused. They all did in fact. “Uhhh.... no. Törg is a country. Where we are at.”
Sparx contemplated and digested her information. He knew better than to trust a pretty face solely for being a pretty face. But why would she lie? After a moment he relented. He was not strong enough to escape. Better to play along for now.
The golden dragonfly sighed and looked back to the gaggle of odd insectoids. “Alright. Törg eh? We'll I don't know a lot of geometry but I guess it doesn't matter.”
“You mean geography.” The dapper scorpion corrected unamused.
Sparx would have facepalmed if his hands were free. “Fine. Okay, question two: Who's Faranthia?” That name, Sparx remember those black-clad thugs speak that name in Warfang. It had incapacitated Cynder when they spoke it, leaving him helpless to defend himself...
Sam looked down tinged with guilt. A sentence began on her lips but died prematurely. Luckily the fuzzy spider with the sailor hat chimed in. “Yu neva herda Faranthia? She's been terrorizin' Törg for a bit now! Can't spin a web wid-out checkin' the sky for the silhouette of a big dragon!”
The bound scorpion reciprocated the spider's surprise but in his own more refined manner. “Yes it seems word has not traveled far these days. Luckily I can translate salty sea dog. What Riggs means to say is that Faranthia is a dragon sorceress who suddenly started terrorizing the people of Törg. In fact, her arrival conveniently coincides with those five ghastly terrors that roam the countryside as we speak.”
“Five terrors?” Sparx interrupted.
The scorpion raise a pincer at Sparx. “It is rude to interrupt good sir. Trust me, we have all the time in the world to explain the fine details of our predicament. But on Faranthia: from what we have gleamed she and the dark elves who worship her are here to inflict hardship and misery on us. Until recently however.” He paused in his lecture and eyed his fellow prisoners. “Only a few months ago however did a rumor begin to circulate. Faranthia's minion's modus operandi changed. Instead of simply sewing discord and mayhem they became more.... sophisticated almost as though they were looking for someone Then the rumors that the elves were kidnapping insect people of all stripes across the region.”
Sparx's antennae twitch just a little unnerved. “Kidnapping bugs? Why?”
“Aye. My money is on one of two things. Either Faranthia really really just hates bugs or more likely she has a score to settle with someone and is looking to collect.”
“You mentioned Spyro correct.” The scorpion began again though on a different note now. Sparx nodded. The gentleman scorpion rubbed his 'chin'.
“Spyro eh. As a lawyer I have heard that name in the taverns and pubs in Anvil. He is the dragon that saved the world yes? If so then would it be beyond the pale to hypothesize that Faranthia is seeking Spyro out and in her research she learns he travels with a insectoid companion and in a lack of information begins kidnapping bug people from across the land in an attempt to catch the right one?”
The room fell silent in revelation. It was a stretch but if this Faranthia was as terrible as they say then perhaps she wishes to test herself against Spyro or worse- a trap! Sparx strained helplessly in is shackles.
“Just you wait. If Faranthia thinks she can get the drop on my buddy then she's got another thing coming.” Sparx uttered to himself defiantly.
“But without more information we're helpless to stop Faranthia.” Sam admitted glumly, eyeing the floor.
“Don't worry Sam. Spyro will save us. It's what he does.” Sparx cooed, still brazenly defying the gloom of his predicament. Sam smiled a weak smile and moved to speak when the ceiling creaked and a tuft of ancient dust fell lazily from the gray bricks. Sam, now alert and blue eyes wide, scrambled to the iron gate and walked through the gap in the bars.
“I'm sorry- that's Faranthia! She's summoning me! I'll be back soon. Just stay quiet. Riggs, Jerome, be nice and, it was nice to meet you Sparx the dragonfly.” Samantha said nervously but he caught the slightest calming when she mentioned him.
“See you..... around.” Sparx replied but Sam had to double time it back to wherever Faranthia had summoned her. Leaving him alone with his two cellmates and too many questions.
Chapter 7
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Sparx had been unconscious for... how long exactly? The young dragonfly was mired in fatigue, possibly his captors had cast a sleeping spell on him! Now he could not see! His world was dark and the few things he could see were blurry and misshapen. It was then that in his rapid and panicked breathing it made him realize that a bag was over his head, obscuring his vision.
“I've heard of bag-over-your-head-tricks but this is ridiculous.” He chided aloud only to wish he had remained silent. What if his captors were nearby!?
“He's awake!” A light female voice gasped in a hushed whisper.
“Get the bag off the lads head would ye! The bloody bugger probably can't breav!” A richly accented male voice ordered.
“Oh.. okay-” She replied.
A moment later and the world came into stark contrast. Sparx's surroundings were dark yet he was still forced to wince at the moonlight from the full moon as it beamed through ancient iron bars near the ceiling. The room was cold, dark and dank. Decrepit stone blocks made the walls. They were marred by scratches, incoherent writings and scores of tally marks, signs that this dungeon had seen many prisoners....
“Hello...” The female voice chirped shyly. Sparx looked to his sides before he looked up and saw a mantis with purple and black stripes.
“Gahhh! Help!” Sparx shouted in terror and strained uselessly in his tiny manacles holding his arms.
The mantis woman tried tried to shoosh Sparx with her claw but it was in vain.
“Good lordy he has some pipes on. Shut yer trap laddy lest you get the jailor in here.” The same accented person rumbled. Sparx looked around and saw a gruff and furry older spider with an eyepatch and sailor hat.
Sparx stopped shouting but his breathing remained rapid. “Where- where am I?”
“We are all in a dungeon. You are the newest prisoner.” Sparx looked to his right and saw a red scorpion also chained to the wall. Unlike the spider, this man spoke with an air of importance and refinement.
The purple mantis jumped off the wall and fluttered down with her tiny wings and turned to look at the newcomer to the dungeon. She was roughly his size, all the inhabitant here seemed to be as well.
“Wh-who are you?” Sparx asked the mantis.
She blinked sideways and put a claw on her chest. “I'm Samantha, Sam for short.”
As his panic subsided Sparx found that it was being replaced by anger and indignation. “Let me go this instance and I promise the League won't crush you like a... well... bug.”
The other inmates winced at his harsh words and Sam took a step back, looking guilty. “I.. can't do that.”
“Why not? You're the only one not chained up. Let us go and we can bust outta here!”
“Because she's Faranthia's slave. The dragon has trapped her here. But you can trust Sam, she's a good girl.” The fancy scorpion interjected, seemingly unimpressed by Sparx's knee jerk responses.
Sam nodded and smiled. “I try. I bring leftovers that Faranthia throws away down here so you guys don't starve. I don't think she's noticed so far.”
Sparx snorted and relented, laying back against the cold brick wall. “Couple of questions then. Where are we exactly? Who are the guys who kidnapped me? Who is Faranthia? And how long until Spyro and Cynder level this place when they come to save me?”
Sam's big blue cyan eyes seems to shine in the darkness of the cell. Nervously the young mantis rubbed her forelegs together but she tried her best to answer. “We are in Faranthia's cathedral.... in the dungeon level as you see. In Törg.”
“Törg?” Sparx asked incredulously and raised an eyebrow. “Is that the thing emos use to access the Deep Web?
Sam looked confused. They all did in fact. “Uhhh.... no. Törg is a country. Where we are at.”
Sparx contemplated and digested her information. He knew better than to trust a pretty face solely for being a pretty face. But why would she lie? After a moment he relented. He was not strong enough to escape. Better to play along for now.
The golden dragonfly sighed and looked back to the gaggle of odd insectoids. “Alright. Törg eh? We'll I don't know a lot of geometry but I guess it doesn't matter.”
“You mean geography.” The dapper scorpion corrected unamused.
Sparx would have facepalmed if his hands were free. “Fine. Okay, question two: Who's Faranthia?” That name, Sparx remember those black-clad thugs speak that name in Warfang. It had incapacitated Cynder when they spoke it, leaving him helpless to defend himself...
Sam looked down tinged with guilt. A sentence began on her lips but died prematurely. Luckily the fuzzy spider with the sailor hat chimed in. “Yu neva herda Faranthia? She's been terrorizin' Törg for a bit now! Can't spin a web wid-out checkin' the sky for the silhouette of a big dragon!”
The bound scorpion reciprocated the spider's surprise but in his own more refined manner. “Yes it seems word has not traveled far these days. Luckily I can translate salty sea dog. What Riggs means to say is that Faranthia is a dragon sorceress who suddenly started terrorizing the people of Törg. In fact, her arrival conveniently coincides with those five ghastly terrors that roam the countryside as we speak.”
“Five terrors?” Sparx interrupted.
The scorpion raise a pincer at Sparx. “It is rude to interrupt good sir. Trust me, we have all the time in the world to explain the fine details of our predicament. But on Faranthia: from what we have gleamed she and the dark elves who worship her are here to inflict hardship and misery on us. Until recently however.” He paused in his lecture and eyed his fellow prisoners. “Only a few months ago however did a rumor begin to circulate. Faranthia's minion's modus operandi changed. Instead of simply sewing discord and mayhem they became more.... sophisticated almost as though they were looking for someone Then the rumors that the elves were kidnapping insect people of all stripes across the region.”
Sparx's antennae twitch just a little unnerved. “Kidnapping bugs? Why?”
“Aye. My money is on one of two things. Either Faranthia really really just hates bugs or more likely she has a score to settle with someone and is looking to collect.”
“You mentioned Spyro correct.” The scorpion began again though on a different note now. Sparx nodded. The gentleman scorpion rubbed his 'chin'.
“Spyro eh. As a lawyer I have heard that name in the taverns and pubs in Anvil. He is the dragon that saved the world yes? If so then would it be beyond the pale to hypothesize that Faranthia is seeking Spyro out and in her research she learns he travels with a insectoid companion and in a lack of information begins kidnapping bug people from across the land in an attempt to catch the right one?”
The room fell silent in revelation. It was a stretch but if this Faranthia was as terrible as they say then perhaps she wishes to test herself against Spyro or worse- a trap! Sparx strained helplessly in is shackles.
“Just you wait. If Faranthia thinks she can get the drop on my buddy then she's got another thing coming.” Sparx uttered to himself defiantly.
“But without more information we're helpless to stop Faranthia.” Sam admitted glumly, eyeing the floor.
“Don't worry Sam. Spyro will save us. It's what he does.” Sparx cooed, still brazenly defying the gloom of his predicament. Sam smiled a weak smile and moved to speak when the ceiling creaked and a tuft of ancient dust fell lazily from the gray bricks. Sam, now alert and blue eyes wide, scrambled to the iron gate and walked through the gap in the bars.
“I'm sorry- that's Faranthia! She's summoning me! I'll be back soon. Just stay quiet. Riggs, Jerome, be nice and, it was nice to meet you Sparx the dragonfly.” Samantha said nervously but he caught the slightest calming when she mentioned him.
“See you..... around.” Sparx replied but Sam had to double time it back to wherever Faranthia had summoned her. Leaving him alone with his two cellmates and too many questions.
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