Thanks so much to Silver Ninja, Crlefan, and Syrup! I owe you a chapter...
After swiftly changing into a fresh set of clothes, I walked out of my tent and said loudly, "Alright, what's for breakfast?"
Tigress was so stunned she dropped her chopsticks mid-bite. "You-you're hungry?" she spluttered incredulously. I gave a brisk nod. The feline and Jade, who sat beside her, swapped a puzzled glance. I hadn't been eating for nearly a week, and suddenly I was asking for food? So miracles do happen...
I smiled slightly at that last thought and settled down beside my two friends, fingers tapping slightly on the dark grey dragon-shaped hilt of my sword. Jade eagerly got me a bowl of soup, which I inhaled in around ten seconds, then got around four more bowls. Starving seemed to be an understatement.
"So, history repeats itself, eh, dragon-girl?" Claw smirked rougishly at me as I downed one last bite. I blushed.
"You still remember that?"
"Gosh, yeah. Who knew six-year-olds' ate three heaping bowls of dumplin's in one sittin'?"
"Left any for me?" Silvo asked jokingly, and I nodded shyly. Soon everyone had joined us, eating, even cracking a few smiles every now and then. I myself felt more comfortable, gradually having gotten over my grief, knowing Mac was watching me and that I should play nice for him.
But suddenly in the middle of giggling about a sentence, Jade blanched short and glared at the forest, long, sideways ears pricked up like a cat's and she started growling. Her green eyes began changing to gold, pupils silver, irises flooding with metallic yellow. Claws crystallized into ten different kinds of jewels, deadly sharp and glittering. The teenage Gem-shaper was transforming into full-power mode. That was like, bad.
Diamonds and rubies started popping out of the ground in her agitation. "He's here!" She snarled.
"Whoa, Goldie! Who?" Silvo said defensively, worry lacing his voice as well. He started going into his full plant-state, the grass around his feet stretching up over his knees and the spikes along his back grew into wickedly curved thorns. Leaves tore off their branches and whirpooled around his body, enveloping him in a tornado of green. Before his scales could turn into tree bark, though (he looked so weird when that happened), I stepped up between them and the forest, drew my sword and scoured the undergrowth.
"What's wrong, Jade?" Sage asked his apprentice.
She pointed with an amethyst claw. "The Wind PureDragon..he's there."
Sage thrust out a streak of burning black shadowfire that burnt the layers of brambles in front of us and cleared out a large space, branches smoldering and melting to black darkness upon impact from the blast. With a gasp, we realized Jade was right.
Sprawled out unconscious on the floor in front of us was Hurricane, Golden Eyes's youngest warrior.