@Syrup
Sorry! But here you go!

Crescent's POV

"Why are we doing this?" I questioned, bewildered, after following the black dragon for about twenty minutes. Sage kept padding forward grimly, then after a long pause answered,

"I have come to get your father out of Golden Eye's dungeon." My eyes widened to maximum as our steps echoed distantly through the stone corrider.

"Wha-what?"

Sage nodded briefly, keeping up his brisk pace. I noticed that the ground was gradually sloping downwards. No light dared to stray down here, the walls were cold and smooth, everything dank and dark. I wondered how Sage could see so well in the blackness, but then realized that must come with his main power: Shadow.

Before I had time to think anymore on the subject, the tunnel-like hall stopped to a dead end. We had been travelling downwards for almost three-fourths of an hour. The pain in my stomach reconsumed my thoughts and brought back reality I had ignored for so long, and I almost collapsed from the hungry pain tearing at my sides. Leaning heavily on the wall, I watched Sage through half-lidded eyes, trying to concentrate and wishing the hurt away.

Said dragon was pacing between the walls, murmuring to himself and at times giving fierce shakes of his head, rough hands clasped behind his back.

"What's...wrong...?" I gasped. He snapped his head up and stared at me quizzically.

"Silvering, are you all right?" he exclaimed.

"Fine," I mumbled weakly.

Casting me a dubious glance, he told me "There's a button somewhere on this wall that opens it to the dungeon, and I forgot where it was..."

I nodded, and realized the snapping pain had lessened slightly. I tried to stand upright, but my legs refused (probably still unsteady from being in a cage for a week) and I toppled back to the wall, my hands open and ready to catch my fall.

Unexpectedly, something round pressed against my palm. I stumbled forward as the wall slid open with the crumblimg of stone and a shower of dust, and I fell on top of ...something with a crash.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Something snarled, getting up. I stumbled to my feet away, beginning to dust off my pants.

"Forgive me, it was an accid-"

"Crescent?"

I snapped my head up and gaped open-mouthed.

"Dad?"

~oOo~

Mac's POV

Noticing Golden Eyes had been left unattended, I delivered one last staggering kick to Cliff and bolted over to the green dragoness.

She glared at me apprehensively. Her eyes betrayed no emotion, though I could tell she felt angry just by the way she clenched and unclenched her fists, fists strong enough to crush stone. Wondering vaugely why, I lept up and began fighting.

I had never really realized how powerful an opponent she was. I didn't have control over an element, so that was an advantage she held over me. But there was a trait, probably her only good one, of fairness, and she didn't use any powers on me. Honestly, she didn't need to.

Much more skilled in Kung Fu than I, Golden Eyes was easily beating me. I had enough time to think in between absorbing and deflecting blows to wonder where Crescent was. Giving a quick scan around the room, to my surprise and terror, the silver dragoness had vanished.

"Looking for your precious dragon-girl, Sky-furred?" Golden Eyes scowled, then smirked as I growled back. "You won't be seeing her any time soon."

We exchanged punches and kicks furiously, a flurry of dark green and gray-blue. I knew I was losing.

Couldn't someone come and help?

As if reading my thoughts, Golden Eyes sneered. "No, no one's going to help you now, Michelangelo."

That stung. I hated that name.

I snarled belligerently, and tried to keep myself on my feet, jumping in the air as she swept her foot gracefully under mine. But, that's only when I discovered, Golden Eyes never plays fair.

She jumped up nimbly to where I was and quickly tapped her finger three times on my chest. I felt a numbness seep in and with a groan I fell to the floor, but not before she caught me around the neck.

"No, not for a very long time indeed."

The, with a gesture of her hand, every one in the cave stood frozen, except me, the PureDragons and their leader. I was squirming like crazy, but every time I tried to loosen her grip, she would close it tighter until I felt my mind going blank. Nevertheless, I kept trying to break free from her iron grasp, kicking, panting for air, though it was useless.

Crescent, my mind gasped out, I'm waiting.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Crescent's POV

The PureDragons fought against what had come of the DragonCounsel furiously, meeting them blow to blow. There was a large double door at the back of the cave that I hadn't noticed before, gaping open. That's where the three others must of come from.

A marbled cat, a red-brown dingo, and a grizzly bear had arrived. GE's group outnumbered us by four, currently, since I and Mac weren't fighting. Yet.

Sage was battling with everything he had in him against Golden Eyes. She parried him for every kick and punch he threw att her, and vica versa. Sage, the older dragon, was tiring quickly, though. He wasn't as powerful as her, but by the way he fought he didn't seem to believe it, or not want to.

Ignoring the pain throbbing on both sides of my stomach, in a few light steps and a flip in the air, I was crouched in front of them like the day I had faced those bandits in the Valley of Peace. Like a shadow, I slunk into battle.

Claw was fighting the marbled cat. The feline was darting around him, clawing were she could, while he aimed blindly, snapping and growling, a light of excitement in his eyes I hadn't seen for quite a while.

Silent was standing behind him, her bright azure eyes narrowed, hissing. It was two against one, the dingo and Hurricane. I didn't ever realize that to be in the DragonCounsel, you must be an Elemental, so maybe that's why I freaked out when she used one of Hurricane's spurts of wind and shoot a bunch of snow into it. The snow-tornado streaked straight to a dingo, who could only yelp in fear before it was hit by the whirl of snowy wind, and with a puff of snowflakes he stood paralyzed. That was one of the rarest moves I had ever seen. Maybe I needed Silent to teach me more....

I was brought back to reality as I saw a fist soaring toward me, and I was about to block it when someone knocked it away. I whipped around and saw Jade winking at me. I grinned and nodded my thanks, and then she scurried off to fight against Hurricane. Silent was now battling against the grizzly.

I spotted Boulder and Cliff advancing on Mac, and he was standing bravely with his sword in paw, challanging the two PureDragons. But then a flash of red joined him, and both began fighting with all their strength, which was quite a lot. Fuego had appeared.

"Oh. You again." Boulder scowled at Mac before beginning to fight as well. Cliff, instead of sneering as well, wavered his jade-green gaze to another green-eyed dragoness...Jade!

She wasn't exactly fighting with Hurricane, and I caught him smiling at her. I felt a growl rise insead my throat as I multitasked between battling Golden Eyes and watching my friend and Hurricane, an enemy fight. I could hear snatches of their conversation.

"I have a secret I could tell you. About..."

"What?" Jade snarled, eyes blazing. "That I'm pretty, because you've already told me that."

Undaunted, Hurricane continued. "About you, of course." The male dragon said it with unexpected tenderness.

Jade growled ferociously. I had never seen her so angry before. But through it, I could tell she wanted so badly to know the secret Hurricane held, and that he was now toying her with it.

I couldn't hear any more because I was forced to engage myself fully in combat. Golden Eyes could manage us two and us her, but suddenly, Sage gave a final blast of shadow, then raced away, beckoning for me to follow. With a doubtful glance at the golden-eyed dragoness, who had absored the shadow-blast dreadfully and was staggering against a pillar, I followed him cautiously through the double door.

He shut them behind us, and we were covered and darkness. He lit a small flame on one finger and it illuminated the bare corriders.

I looked back to where the muffled sounds of battle still echoed in the cave but went nervously after the dark dragon.

That was probably one of the worst mistakes of my life.

-Rtfacts

That was really cute! I like how detailed you where. I can't wait for more of Crescent Drago's story!

Syrup240 ;D

@adaline1
Ok, sure! :D

@Rose
That's fine, take all the time you need!! :D

On ti the next chapter...please tell me how I did on this one....(embarrassed laugh)

Mac's POV

I could still taste thr horror fresh and raw when I saw Crescent being hit by a bolt of lightning apperantly shot by a black-eyed, yellow-and-red dragon sneering in the corner. The rest of our group poured into the cave and fanned out, but nothing was clear in my mind but Crescent. I dropped on all fours and ran as I had never run before.

She had been thrown back with such force there was a spreading cobweb of a crack and a hollow area in the stone wall from where she had banged (more like slammed) into. I took it in with my heart leaping into my mouth and slid to a stop on my knees by her, too chocked so all I could gasp out was "Cress..."

She didn't respond. I quickly checked her pulse; too slow and faint to be fine, though I already knew she wasn't in the best condition. Hope blew out like a candle's flame out on a windy night.

She's going to die

I could feel tears burning my eyes, begging to be let loose, but I restrained. Crescent wasn't gone yet. And as long as I was still alive, I would protect from anything, death included.

Her chest rose and fell painfully slow, her breathing lower than a whisper, and I couldn't see anything to save her. My mind raced through everything we had done together, from meeting at the orphanage to...to... My eyes closed tightly, and one single tear slipped out.

Crescent gave one shallow, ragged breath after the other. Sounds of the battle were muted to murmurs in my ears.

And so I did the only thing I could do.

I kissed her.

~oOo~

Crescent's POV

Everything had been black. Absolutely, pitch black. It had no feeling to it, colorless, emotionless. Like nothing, really.

Then fireworks began exploding in my head.

Some were of pain, others of sounds I later realized were battle, and others of a who-know's-what feeling pulsing deep through me.

My eyes fluttered open. I felt like groaning and gasping at the same time, but I couldn't.

Because Mac and I were locked in a kiss, one that probably saved my life.

It was amazing, really, how peaceful I felt during that. Right before we broke up, though, Mac opened his amber eyes, and they were huge with something I couldn't exactly place.

I stared up at him, slightly lost, my face flushed, and my head swimming in a mixture of pleasently confused, tingly thoughts. His eyes shone like diamonds, maybe from tears, maybe from affection, something I'll never know. Geez, it wasn't as if I had died or something, was it?

The shocked, overjoyed look on his face proved to me otherwise.

"I thought..." he began softly, then changed his mind and grabbed my hands fiercely. "Crescent Drago, don't you ever do that to me again!"

I laughed, half out of nervous shock, half out of the weirdness of it all. "I won't, Mac, I promise. I promise."

Though it's not likely it would happen again, he looked relieved.

"Good," his voice was husky, and he smiled faintly. Then his ears pricked.

Suddenly he jerked his head up as if first noticing something, and his eyes stretched even wider, this time with fear. I looked up as well and stumbled up as quickly as possible with Mac's help.

Choas had erupted everywhere.

Your fan, friend and sister in Christ...
Rose

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Crescent's POV

It was as if someone had sculpted the Jade Palace out of earth ten times its size and placed it before me. Giant rock pillars supported the roof-like wall of clear crystal overhead that reflected everything crumpled and mishapen, with lights and colors melding randomly together. The floor was smooth under the wheels of the carraige I was in, so maybe marble was beneath the layer of sand on top. Green vines stretched their fingers and wound themselves against the stone collums. It was beautiful, in it's own dreary way.

Eerie was more like the right word. Everything echoed through the hollow, gargantuan cave. We travelled in near utter silence, but even the excited whispers of Hurricane and Jolt resounded of the walls. My heart hammered in my ears harder and harder even though I forced myself to act calm as we walked deeper in.

My breathing stopped and my throat suddenly became parched as we halted to a stop.

Golden Eyes let out her first sigh in four days.

"It's good to be home," she smirked. Suddenly, my cage door was flung open. I hesitated before going out.

Maybe it was a trick. Probably was, but Golden Eyes was smarter than that. They jerked the cage forwards and I stumbled unceremoniously out. My legs felt stiff and numb, almost lifeles, when I staggered up. My breath was shaky, and I swallowed back the urge to cry out in terror. Slitting my eyes, I froze, and waited for the worse.

They were gone.

I stayed rooted. My claws flexed naturally, and through all my fear, my instinctive temper swelled up, and I managed a snarl. "What?" I shouted, my voice reverberating off the stone walls and demanding back at me. "Too scared to come and fight?!"

My left ear picked up a hiss, and I pivotted around just in time to feel a bolt of lightning whizz past me. Jolt stood there, cracking his knuckles as if enjoying himself.

"Nah, we're not scared, Silvering," he taunted. "But you are."

I didn't even take time to realize he had been aiming something at me.

Then all I remember was the muffled boom of an explosion, a rocket-like flash of gold, a shout. I heard a scream that might of been mine, and then a period of agonizing blackness for what seemed like eternity.

Crescent's POV

The barbed wire dug into my sides like thorns, though luckily they didn't pierce through my scales. My head throbbed like the repetitive pounding of fists on wood, or feet beating across the dusty ground. We had travelled away from the cliff-edge, much to my relief, though Golden Eyes had kept tight-lipped the whole way.

Now, we kept going in a straight line, as if circling the menacing cliff or rock and earth. Suns and moons drifted in the sky long enough for a glimpse only to be tucked back into their covers. Time held no meaning for me.

I ate what was given and didn't bother to grant my pleading stomach's wishes. I felt so alone, even in the company of other dragons, though they weren't friendly in the least. I snapped back at them when talked to, as they were always spurring me to a hot anger, but they were empty words that I spat out. I missed the Jade Palace, I missed Sage, I missed Jade and Fuego...heck, I missed Mar and Claw...and even Shifu! I longed for waking up at six sharp and completing the back-breaking training, and the pleasent evenings' meditating, practicing my powers, or just chatting with my friends. I missed defending the Valley from those gangs, and visiting Snowflake the bunny.

Most of all I missed Mac.

And all I could do was sulk in my cage and nibble on bread. My hands were even too tightly bound to summon a single flicker of fire.

Suddenly, we jolted to an abrupt start. My eyes glared icily around until they took in my surroundings.

And then they stretched round in shock.

~oOo~

The party of three dragons, a wolf, a tiger, and a black cheetah were coming across people less and less often. Civilization seemingly fled before their eyes and was replaced with bare gray rock and sparse tufts of grass that made their legs itch. Nights and mornings passed indifferently, leaving the weary travellers to plod on shivering in the chilly, misted nights or with the hot ball of white above them making them feel as if they were sizzling.

And finally, the leader of the group made the statement that they were ineed close to the pursued band of PureDragons, along with the silver-scaled dragoness that they had taken along with them.

Sage could sense it. Claw, who turned out to be an expert tracker, could see it in the crumpled stalks of grass or the tracks of a carraige that were almost invisible on the thin soil above the rock. Mac? He couldn't sense it with powers, or see it with narrowed, cunning eyes. He could just feel it, somehow, somewhere within.

Crescent was close. He hoped they would find her before anything bad happened, but hope came and was gone quickly. His Silvering was probably far from unhurt....

He just hoped he wasn't too late.

TBC