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It was Chima’s final hour and Eris knew they would fail. 

But she didn’t stop. 

She knew the moment she plunged towards the Heart of Cavora. 

But she didn’t stop. 

She knew they would all die. Maybe on impact. 

But she didn’t stop.

She knew that just like the Illumination that had trapped the hunters in ice, this one would fail as well. 

She kept going.

She knew for Chima’s sake, she had to keep going. For them to win the war they had to lose this battle. The final vision, before her own dreamless sleep would steal her away, told her so. 

The Skyborn knew she would wake up. They would ALL wake up.

Maybe not the same as before, but ready nonetheless to finish what they started. 

So with a heavy heart full of acceptance, and a smile on her face, she cried out with the rest of her friends the battle cry of their homeland. 

“FOR CHIMA!”

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10 Years Later

Flinx took a deep breath as they focused all of their energy on a teacup. It felt ridiculous in a way, a phoenix reaching out both his hands towards a piece of china, but they lacked the usual equipment to make Fire Chi. 

Thanks to Him.

“That's it… you got it… just a little bit stronger.” Foltrax said, impatiens tracing his voice just a bit. He was more into driving around super fast but that was kinda super hard in the Outlands. And since his ship crashed. 

Something else that was his fault. 

Flinx stomped his foot in frustration, startling Foltrax a bit. 

He sighed. “Sorry. I just- THIS IS HARD!” Flinx shook his head as Foltrax gave him a look full of pity. One he didn’t deserve. 

“Come on, Flinx. You’ll get it eventually. You just gotta find that spark again.” Foltrax said, as he directed his hand towards the cup. 

With a wave of his claw, pure energy flowed from Foltrax to the cup. And in a matter of seconds, an orb of fire chi sat inside it. Flinx picked up the chi as Foltrax patted him on the back. 

“Why not give that to Li’Ella? I hear she's going out on another trip…” Foltrax said. 

Flinx nodded, pulling his fluffy cloak closer to his shoulders, before leaving their makeshift temple.

Out into the so-called “home.” 

The Outlands was the only place not touched by the Hunter’s icy claws which meant it was the only refuge left.

 Over the next few days after the war had been lost, the survivors of Chima would come to make it their home. 

The eagles, ravens, and phoenix made it here first, easily avoiding the danger below as they flew. 

Next came the wolves, whose vehicles were easily able to tread through foreign territory.

Then the crocodiles, who knew a lost battle when they saw one and helped the beavers along the way. 

The Gorillas, Rhinos, and Bears came in a small group, all three of their tribes on the brink of extinction all thanks to one battle. 

Occasionally those without a tribe would scurry into their makeshift campsite, with many phoenix going out to find any survivors. 

Many didn’t come back. 

Then lastly came the lion tribe: Lavertus and Li’Ella. 

The only ones left.

 And so began their new life. In a place they had dubbed Santuario. 

Adjusting to the Outlands had been difficult. There were of course the plants that would try to eat people, but thanks to the Phoenix’s fire (and certain skunk) they were easy to deal with. 

But of course it can’t be TOO easy. As there were also the Crawlers, who while not enthused to have new guests, seemed to have a change of heart after getting their butts handed to them by the Hunters, and “allowed” everyone to stay. It took some time to get used to their… neighbors but some of them were pretty nice. 

As Flinx walked through town he gazed at all the usual spots it had to offer. There was the crocodile's makeshift lake, the ravens mini flea market in town square, and a spot just for Gelsi the Gorilla to teach meditation. Something G’Loona had been insisting Flinx visit to calm his vibe. 

“Hey, Firestarter!” 

Speak of the devil.

Flinx gave the approaching G’Loona and Wonald a mischievous grin. 

The two had changed much over the years since he first met them. 

The young gorilla girl had gained a love for mechanics after helping Windra and the beavers fix up everyone's vehicles and mechs. Often wearing a pair of overalls that were stained with oil, along with a pink shirt, and two giant gothlets that she designed herself. (They were practically glued to her hands with how often she wears them!)

While she dealt in mechanics, Wonald enjoyed gardening, often helping the gorillas cultivate the land to grow their own food. He would usually have dirt on his brown pants and fur, but would also dawn the occasional flower crown or bracelet. Clearly enjoying his job (even if some wolves didn’t approve.) 

“I told you a thousand times, that plant was giving me a mean look, Mech Maiden.” Flinx teased. 

“And I’ll tell you a thousand more, they don’t have eyes.” G’Loona raised an eyebrow as Flinx shrugged. 

“Will you be joining us in picking out followers for the ceremony? I was thinking of getting another bunch of marigolds.” Wonald said dreamily, picturing all the pretty petals of the flower. 

“Right… the ceremony…” 

Every year, everyone in the village (including some crawlers) would come together to honor the lives of the eight heroes of Chima, along with those they lost along the way. 

It was a bit like a party, with stories being told of those no longer with them (often by Lundor), food prepared, and lots of dancing. 

While the celebration was full of life and remembrance, it would be a time of nothing but guilt for the young phoenix. 

“I… think I’ll pass… Besides I gotta give Li’Ella an orb of chi! She’ll need it on another one of her trips. See you guys later!” Flinx called out as he left.

The two gave each other worried looks, with G’Loona shaking her head. “I don’t think he’s ready to forgive himself yet…” 

Wonald sighed. “If not now, when?” 

The gorilla shrugged, playing with her necklace as she spoke. “I’m not sure. But we’ll be there for him. No matter what.” 

“Got your axe.” 

“Yep.” 

“Communicator.” 

“Yep.” 

“Got-” 

“Fire chi delivery service!” Flinx yelled as he barged into the small home of Tormak and Li’Ella, startling said owners along with the Lion Beast inside. 

Li’Ella sighed. “Flinx, how was practice?” She said, as Tormak gave him a nod of greeting. The Lion Beast licked his check the way a cat would lick its kitten, Flinx chuckling as he gently pushed the lion aside. 

“Ah, pfff. It’s fine. I think I’m getting there.” Lying through his beak, Flinx threw Li’Ella the fire chi for her “trip.”

Every so often, the lioness would take the Lion Legend Beast out into the frozen lands of Chima for a small joyride. She claims it’s to find supplies, but everyone knows the real reason.

The need to see a world that could have been her own was powerful. Even if it meant getting frozen by the tribe that had killed it. Occasionally she would bring back some food or an orb of chi (proof that the falls were still flowing somehow, despite the fact that the mountain no longer hung in the sky). But Li’Ella would also bring momentos.

Things that had belonged to people such as old books, toys, their own weapons, whatever she would find she would return to their original owners. While Li’Ella asked for nothing in return, that didn’t stop the townsfolk from granting her a token of their gratitude. Whether it be through a small solid or a delicious meal. 

They would not take no for an answer. 

“Hmm. Well, do you need anything?” Li’Ella asked, even though she always knew the answer. 

Flinx didn’t want any reminders from what happened. Of what he did. 

“Just come back safe.”

Li’Ella nodded as the Legend Beast nudged her side. 

“Bring my friend home safe, okay.” Flinx said as he hugged the Legend Beast. The Lion Beast purred.

Of course. They will be safe with me. 

Tormak silently nodded, arms crossed as Li’Ella and The Lion headed outside. 

“Flinx, I know it must be hard for you.” 

Flinx groaned in frustration, “This again…”

Tormak turned to the young phoenix. “You know how important it is for you to learn. Maybe you-”

“I TOLD you! I’m not a hero after what happened. We have plenty of other phoenixes in this place! You don’t need me!” Flinx stormed out, leaving Tormak alone with his thoughts. 

The Fire-born Panther sighed.

 “Flinx, you must learn you are not to blame.”

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Just like always, it was cold. 

Li’Ella held the Lion Beast tight as they ran through the blinding white freeze. Past the long dead trees, past the ice cold hills. Past all the landmarks that acted more like tombstones now. 

There was the Wolves' old campsite. 

The Gorilla’s old forest.

The Raven’s junkyard. 

The Crocodile swamps.

The Rhino’s quarry. 

The Bear’s resting place.

The ruins of the Eagle’s library.

She memorized every landmark, every path, every stone knowing which turn to take, which paths were safest, and where hunters would reside. Sometimes a Hunter would spot her but not attack. Maybe they assumed her capture was pointless, they already took so much after all.

 Maybe they’re just letting her have this. 

She still remained careful. Avoiding all the Hunter’s own towns and keeping a weapon on her at all times. 

As they passed the ruins of the Eagle Spire and as the sun began to set, the Lion Beast stopped. 

Do you wish to continue forward? 

They knew Li’Ella struggled with visiting the Lion Temple, witnessing the slaying of your entire tribe for a second time was no easy burden to bear. She hadn’t even really gone anywhere near the place. Not like she could. It was crawling with Hunters ever since that sabertooth ass took it over and declared it as his own castle. No doubt exploiting the chi that the collapsed mountain somehow still produced. 

But today felt different.

It's been ten years since it all happened. Ten years since she lost them but she wanted to see it again. Maybe even take a memento from the Temple. 

It’s not like anyone else will claim it in the village. 

She patted the Legend Beast on the head. “Let's go.” 

The two crouched in the forest near the Temple, watching as Mammoths, Vultures, and Ice Bears headed up the stairs of what they now dubbed The Saber Tooth City. Lights shined bright inside as music played for their own celebration. No doubt celebrating the anniversary of their victory. 

Rage boiled in the lioness as she watched those who oppressed her people get all dolled up and enjoy some damn party. She wanted to burn each and everyone of them alive. Just like what they did to her tribe. 

She softly growled in rage, eyes shooting daggers. She was so distracted with her emotions that she didn’t even notice the centerpiece that stood at the top of the steps as everyone cleared away. 

Until the Lion Beast whined and nudged her side. 

“Wha- what is…” 

Li’Ella’s eyes now filled with shock when she saw it. 

When she saw him. 

Frozen like a statue. 

Put up like nothing but a decoration. 

Still wearing the fire wings. 

His red mane is still as bright as ever, despite the burning blue that caged it. 

“Laval…” she practically sobbed. 

Was his body really here this whole time? And she was too full of grief and guilt to even bother finding it? 

Perhaps the Legend Beast read her mind as he leaned closer to her, Li’Ella patting his mane. 

“I… I… we have to bring him back…” She stood up. “He can’t be here… he should be with his people. His… family.” At least to be given a proper burial. 

The Lion nodded. He didn’t need to be told twice. 

The two scaled the Temple, seeing if there were any guards they had to avoid. 

Aside from the two at the front of the stairs, none of the others should be two much trouble. 

Li’Ella digs through her bag and pulls out some sleeping darts the gorilla tribe had developed. Pulling her hood over her head she quickly walked over two of the guards to get a closer shot. 

“Hey! You-” They don’t even have the time to finish their sentence, as each guard gains one dart in their neck. As Li’Ella heads up the stairs, they pass out. The Lion Beast catches up to her as she reaches the top. 

Beasts, it was worse up close. 

The Lioness could barely look at her fellow tribemate. His face seemed to have been frozen in a permanent scream, as a lot of flesh and bones had been eaten away over time. He was even missing a whole arm! At the base of the Laval's stand, was a plaque:

Here Lies One of the Many Fools who dared to stand up against Sir Fangar of the Hunters. 

Learn from his mistakes.

Li’Ella rolled her eyes.

She wanted to say a few words to him. Maybe an “I’m sorry” or something. 

But they were currently standing in enemy territory and if they didn't act fast, they could end up dead. 

“Okay… How are we…” She mumbled out loud, trying to think of a plan, while also quickly realized that this might be a bad idea. She dug through her bag trying to find more tools and pulled out the fire chi. 

Maybe I can plug the chi and break him off of the floor, then we can carry him home. It would probably be better to carry a block of ice that they can melt later than a body with limbs that can fly around and stuff. 

Unless the body was so frozen stiff it- 

  Stop thinking about it! 

As Li’Ella was about to plug the chi into her harness, she caught a glimpse of the fire wings in the ice. 

And that's when it happened. 

Was it a stupid idea? Maybe.

Should she have thought it out? Perhaps. But she was running on anger, guilt, and grief. Besides, if the hunters can be revived with normal chi, who says fire chi can’t do the same…

So before even the Lion Beast can stop her, Li’Ella plugged the chi into Laval’s fire wings.

Cold… 

Warm… 

Bright… 

Burning… 

When she plugs in the chi, bright light explodes from where Laval stood frozen. Li’Ella closes her eyes, as she feels the Legend Beast move in front to protect her. 

The light is so bright it almost burns her very fur as she attempts to shield herself. Then she hears it. 

A roar.

His roar! 

It worked!

When the light begins to die down, she hears rough coughing. Then a rasping voice (one she has not heard in forever) says, “Li’Ella…” 

The sound brings tears to her eyes as she looks up, smiling as bright as the light that almost blinded her. The Lion Beast displays a grin of his own as they stare at him. 

Laval of the Lions is standing in an outfit similar to the one she had seen him wear in pictures, before the fire chi gifted him a new one.

But instead of blue this one is more crimson with gold accents. His eyes burn bright orange, but the sclera of the eye is no longer white but pitch black. His scratches and wounds are all a deep dark purple and Laval is still missing an arm. The fire wing harness glows bright as if it had just been polished and not frozen for 10 years.  

The three stared at each other in silence for what felt like hours. 

Till Laval says, “Uh… did we win?” 

The sound of approaching hunters answers his question, as Li’Ella takes his hand and they hop on the Lion Beast, who dashes down the stairs as fast as his four legs can. 

“Uh. I’ll fill you in later.” 

“Yeah. I think I missed a lot because- WHERE DID MY ARM GO?!” 

Laval turned towards the crowd of Hunter’s, many entering their vehicles to chase after them. 

“Did we really lose that bad? How long was I out? Where are the others? Are they okay?” 

Shots fired as the Lion Beast ran deeper into the woods.

“Well… you all died.” Li’Ella began.

“WHAT!” 

“But I brought you back! So, we can do the same for everyone else. Look, I'll explain when we get to the Outlands. It’s a lot. But you're here! And that's what matters.” 

Li’Ella turned to see Laval’s face full of horror and confusion. 

“What… Did you do?” He whispered. 

Despite the situation, Li’Ella let out a small chuckle. She felt bad the moment it came out but she couldn’t help. 

“Heh. Necormany I guess.”

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*Tink, tink, tink* 

“My fellow Hunters,” Sir Fangar began when he had everyone’s attention. He wore a suit similar to the one he wore during his wedding, as many other Hunters had dressed in similar attire. Their tribal leaders stood by his side, clearly enjoying one too many glasses. 

While the glow from the chi pool lit up the snow white room with a soft blue hue. It was the only body of water that hadn’t been frozen (aside from the drinks in their hands of course). 

“It is with great pleasure that we celebrate the 10th anniversary of our greatest victory against the Phoenix and those pitiful warmbloods.” He spat the word out like poison in his mouth. 

“So let us raise a glass, to us. But more importantly, me. To the Hunters!”

“TO THE HUNTERS!” If the Saber Tooth wasn’t so drunk on power and his own pride he would have noticed that the tone of a few of his “loyal subjects” wasn’t as enthusiastic as he’d have liked. 

Especially from a small group of four in a corner of the room. 

“I’m getting sick of this!” Voom Voom practically shouted. Luckily no one noticed due to the loud music and conversation. Still Vornon shushed him. 

“We know. But you shouldn’t shout so loud.” Mottrot whispered. 

“Hmph. Well it’s the truth! We’re decaying away by the day!” Voom Voom quietly shouted. 

He was right. The chi kept them alive, but it didn’t exactly keep them together. Many of them were more ice than animal now in a desperate attempt to keep themselves intact. 

“Then perhaps we should contact those in the Outlands.” Stealthor, the most unusual member of their little group, mumbled. Once his loyal servant, he has now seen Sir Fangar for who he really is due to how he has treated his people and the chi. While the chi does get distributed to the other tribes, it is not because of Fangar’s belief in balance and using it well and wisely. 

But it is to force tribes to do labor, as he holds hostage a product that they practically depend on to survive. 

Yet many would often only get one orb of chi for a job they have been doing for days on end. Clearly, their leader must be stopped. 

“So how do we do that?” Mottrot questioned, eyes brimming with curiosity. 

His question would never be answered as the sound of a roar echoed throughout the room.

A very familiar roar. 

Everyone ran out of the room, with Sir Fangar at the head, glowing eyes landed on where one of his most prized trophies resided, then on the now fleeing lions. 

On the outside he ran towards his tank to chase after them but on the inside, Stealthor was grinning. 

Maybe there was some hope after all. 

10 years. 

10 YEARS! He and his best friends had been dead for TEN YEARS! 

It was a very hard thing to comprehend as he and Li’Ella rode on the Lion Beast back to Santuario.

He held on tightly to the lioness out of fear that she’d suddenly disappear, and he’d fall back into that dreamless sleep once again. The warmth of the two living lions was a stark contrast to his lack of body heat. Even with the Firewings and the fire chi he still felt freezing cold. Like no matter what fire burned inside of him, he’d never escape their freeze. It made him shiver as he softly sobbed into Li’Ella’s fluffy cloak, wrapping the lioness in a hug. She patted his hands in reassurance. 

10 years. 

For ten years Confident Cragger, Clever Eris, Sweet Rogon, Generous Gorzan, Sleepy Bladvic, Sneaky Razar, and Moody Worriz… have been dead. 

In a dreamless sleep just like the Hunters. 

But just like the Hunters they can come back! They were out there! Just like Li’Ella, said if he can be brought back then so can the others! 

Soon they reached the Outlands, just as the sound of blasters faded away. But they didn't stop till they reached a clearing, for the Legend Beast to catch his breath. 

The two dismounted and Laval looked Li’Ella up and down. 

She had bags under her eyes, a clear sign she wasn’t sleeping well. At all. She wore a giant brown cloak that covered her whole body and was soft to the touch, a chi harness peeking out from the inside. 

Then he looked at himself. 

New outfit. 

Purple colored gashes. 

One arm. 

They both had clearly changed a lot over the years.

Li’Ella remained silent as Laval looked around. The Lion Beast nudged his check like a parent would. 

It is good to see you again, cub. 

Laval hugged the Lion Beast back, snuggling deeper into his mane. Li’Ella joined them and the three simply stood amongst the stars that shone in the Outlands in silence. Letting their friend get a grip on everything. 

Laval sighed as he pulled away from the two. 

“I’m glad to be… back. Heh. But what about everybody else? Everyone who survived?” 

Li’Ella thought for a bit. “Well, Windra and Razcal have taken over as the leaders of their tribes since Worriz’s and Rawzome’s deaths. And we have been on good terms with the Crawlers.”

Laval smiled sadly, “How “good” are these terms?”

“We’ve actually been getting along pretty well. Scorm has even gotten off his high horse a few times and helped deal with things like clearing deadly plants or rebuilding houses after earthquakes.” 

“Huh.” Laval couldn’t exactly imagine a Scorm acting mature in any manner, shape, or form. He’d have to see this to believe it. 

“What about… my Dad?” 

Li’Ella’s face said it all as a look of utter sorrow blanketed her face. The Lion Beast gained one of his own. Laval thought he knew what was coming. It was obvious it had to happen at some point. No one lives forever, but the thought of it terrified him. Still he braised himself for the truth. 

He wasn’t prepared.

“Lagravis, as well as all the other lions, were killed. There are only two of us left. Me and Lavertus.” 

The weight of the world might as well have collapsed onto Laval’s shoulders as he fell to his knees. He saw nothing as he screamed and cried, his vision turning white as he let it all out. His whole family. HIS WHOLE TRIBE! Gone… 

No! This isn’t real. Maybe it was just an illusion. Or maybe he suddenly gained the ability to have visions. And this was just a bad ending. 

He’ll wake up and all his friends and his tribe and his Dad will be alive all well. Right? Right…

But as he felt some of the only two lions left hold him tight as he screeched his lungs out, he knew the truth. 

This was real. 

They had lost.

His tribe was dead.

And his Dad was gone…

Flinx wanted to be alone. Unfortunately for him, Skinnet and Plovar have no idea what that means. He had been wandering through the forest just to clear his head, occasionally mumbling to himself. 

“Maybe I should just go…” he contemplated out loud. 

“Go? Go where? You’ll miss out on all this great sap!” The young phoenix jumped as Skinnet approached him, holding a basket with jars of the green sap. The very thing he collects has stained his purple jacket and pants beyond repair, but he doesn’t seem to mind. 

The little crocodile cleaning bird sitting on top of his head, simply happy to be here. 

“Ugh. I just want to be alone right now, guys.” Flinx said, already turning his back to the two. 

“Great! We can be alone together!” Skinnet said. 

“Perhaps it could give me the opportunity to spruce up that beak of yours. Dear, you desperately need a cleaning.” Plovar suggested, flapping towards Flinx. 

“I’ll be finnnneeee. I just-” 

Then there was screaming. But not from any of them. The three began running towards the source, fearing it was one of their own in trouble.

When they reached a clear, they saw Li’Ella and the Lion Beast huddled next to a weeping- 

…

“Wha- Laval!” Flinx shouted. Plovar and Skinnet gasped. 

The one who should be a ghost looked up at the call of his name, eyes brimming with tears. Skinnet did not hesitate, shouting Laval’s name as he barreled in for a hug. The lion made a small “oof” sound when he jumped towards him, but embraced the skunk nonetheless. 

“Hey… *sniff* Skinnet…” He said between sniffles. Plovar landed on the lion’s shoulder, hugging his check. But Flinx still stared in shock. Examining Laval’s zombie-like appearance. (So much like the Hunters, it almost scared him.) 

“But how?” As Flinx walked closer, hesitating with each and every step. 

Li’Ella stood up and chuckled nervously. The Lion Beast gave Flinx a cheeky grin. 

You did say to safely bring back your friend. 

Laval stood up, as Skinnet reluctantly let go. “It’s been a long time. Sorry about… everything.” 

Flinx suddenly rushed up to Laval, hugging him as tight as he could.

“I missed you…” He whispered softly as tears began to form. Laval patted the young phoenix’s head softly. “I missed you too, bud. But we’ve got a lot of work to do. We gotta go get the others and start over this whole Illumination again.” Laval explained, as Flinx pulled away. A soft “what” escaping from his beak. 

“Okay, but first we gotta show you around the place.” Li’Ella said with a smile. 

“Oh, yeah! I can show you all the good spots for sap. And take you on a tour around the new village. The bears opened a blacksmith dealing with weapons and wolves have been good hunters while the-” Skinnet took Laval’s hand as he chatted on and on about what it’s been like living in Santuario.

As everyone followed along, Li’Ella whispered to Laval, “Are you okay?” 

Laval gave her a conflicted look. “We can talk about it later. Right now, let's go see how everyone's doing.”

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Tormak studied the many altars put up in honor of the fallen in the middle of town. As people passed by, going up to the many booths set up, eating the street food offered, and dancing to the music. Occasionally placing an offering of their own. 

 Flowers decorated the altars in all sorts of colors, a few even held items that belonged to the long gone owners. All of them would have a painting or picture of some kind featuring the one it was dedicated to. He even saw one or two hand drawn by a child.

In the center of it all were eight gravestones, each one dedicated to the eight fallen heroes. 

“Dad, I need to tell you something.” 

Tormak turned to see his daughter, with the Legend Beast behind her along with someone wearing a cloak.

“Whose that?” He pointed towards the stranger, whose crimson eyes stared back. 

Li’Ella gave a nervous chuckle. “Okay. Dad. I’m gonna get everyone's attention. But I just want to say. This is going to fix everything.” 

A smile. A genuine smile that Tormak hadn’t seen in a while blessed her face. He couldn’t help but give her one in return at the sight of how happy she looked. 

“Alright. But what exactly are you planning?” 

“You’ll see.” She called behind her as she roared to get everyone's attention. Music stopped. 

People turned towards the lioness. 

She stood up on a nearby bench, the cloak stranger standing beside it. 

All eyes were on them. 

She cleared her throat. 

“As you all know, I constantly return to our old home to retrieve things that were lost. Things that many thought they would never see again. I do this because I want those memories to stay alive. I want people to know what they had and who we lost. But today, I bring something that will not just to remind people of the past-” 

A nervous looking Flinx walked up beside Tormak, as the panther stared in confusion. 

“- but inspire hope for a brand new future. Today, upon the tenth anniversary of the loss of our loved ones, I bring you home one of our own. I bring you the FireWings-”

The stranger began removing the cloak.

“-And with them: Laval!” 

Many gasped at the sight of the long dead lion. A few fainted. One screamed. Tormak stared in awe at the sight, eying the fire chi in his harness. 

Laval waved. “Hey, everyone. I’m back. Heh, heh.” 

A meeting with each leader of each tribe wasn’t something Laval wanted to do at the moment but it's not like he could say no. 

Each Legend Beast had also come along with their respective tribal leader, but not before giving Laval their respective greeting by hugging him, playing with his mane with beaks, and even getting a playful nibble from the Crocodile Beast.  

They all stood in an exact replica of phoenix’s old temple, right down to the flowing lava, fire chi glowing in something that looked kinda like a bowl. 

Almost all the leaders he knew were still alive and well, just old and wearing warmer clothing. He couldn’t help but cast a glance at Crominus and Crunket, who stared at the lion in disbelief. Maybe they’re thinking the same thing Li’Ella did. If I can come back, so can Cragger.

The thought made him wonder what his sister, Crooler, must be up to, as she was not present during the meeting (nor was Lavertus). 

 He did, however, see the new Wolf and Raven leaders: Windra (who had a master poker face), Razcal (who looked super worried), and Flinx. But no Fluminox. Which meant-

Oh. 

Oh no. 

He instantly felt bad for the little guy as he could relate, since he literally just found out that his own Dad died about an hour ago. Has it only been a few hours, it felt like it's been weeks!

 Crominus broke the silence when Tormak and Li’Ella shut the doors. 

“How can we find the others?!” Straight to point, huh? Not that Laval mind. 

Li’Ella stepped up. “I’m not sure. Honestly, it was pure luck that I even came across Laval. Perhaps they’re hidden behind puzzles and traps like before, that's why I hadn’t seen them on my trips.” 

Ewald nodded. “Perhaps our resident Panther can summon the map again. It could be of help.” 

But Tormak shook his head. “Ever since the collapse of Cavora I haven’t been able to. Even if I could, I doubt they’ll be in the same place as before.”

“Well… I was at the Lion Temple. So maybe the others will be where they called home to.” Laval suggested. 

Windra grunted in agreement. 

“But we gots to keep it on the down low. We don’t want those bummer dudes to figure out our plan.” Grumlo reminded the group. 

Razcal thought for a second before saying, “What if the Hunters discover our plan and head out to destroy the Fire wings or even…” He trailed off but the lion knew what he was going to say and shook at the thought. 

 “They won't be able to destroy the firewings and perhaps they will protect their users.” Tormak mentioned. 

Always a skeptic, Ewald couldn’t help but ask, “And what if they aren’t at their respective homeland? Where will we look then?” 

He’s right. They could very well be in a trophy room of their own. Laval was only there because Sir Bucky had intentionally put him up on display for the world to see. But he couldn’t help but have this gut feeling…

“I don’t know why but I feel this… pull… towards them… I bet they’d feel it if they… were awake.” He didn’t want to say dead , he can’t bring himself to say it. 

Rhigor and Bezar nodded in agreement. 

“Well, if that's all we got I’ll take it. But a physical map would be nice.” Ewald said in a tired voice. 

“Uh… I’ll figure it out. But for now I was wondering what the Crawl-”

“Sorry we’re late!”

The group turned to see the very leaders of the Crawlers: Spinlyn (who donned a spider spun robe and a gold tooth), Braptor (who flew around in an oversized gray sweater that was kinda cute), and Scorm (who wore a brown skirt, sweater, scarf, and gold helmet and whose face was covered by a clipboard.) 

Spinlyn and Braptor stopped in their place, eyes wide as they stared at someone they assumed was a corpse for years. While Scorm continued walking forward, clipboard in hand. “I don’t know what you all want but we’re busy trying to figure out this mysterious fog stuff and also something to do with speedors getting stuck in…” He finally looked up from his clipboard as he walked right up to Laval. 

Then he screamed. 

“Hey, Scorm.” Laval said, as the scorpion continued screaming. 

“You!”

“Me.”

“Dead!?” 

“Was.” 

“How?!”

“Chi.”

“Whaaaaaaaaa!” Scorm the Scorpion King, the one who crippled Cavora and kidnapped all the Legend Beasts, ran out of the room screaming. 

Laval watched the little guy go, then turned towards the Spider and Bat tribe leaders. 

“So how have you guys been?”

 “Good thing the beavers make a ton of empty houses for fun.” Li’Ella said as he opened the door to Laval’s new home. It was quite big, the architecture quite similar to something the lion’s would build which gave Laval a lot of conflicted feelings.  

“Soooooooo… Where’s Lavertus?” Laval couldn’t help but ask since he hadn’t seen him at the festival or during the meeting. 

“He’s out collecting some stuff. I’ll message him. Though maybe I’ll say, ‘hey you should come back there's something you should see’ and not ‘your dead nephews back,’ you know?” 

Laval chuckled despite himself. “Well, I’ll leave you to… uh… or do you want to talk about anything? I know today has been a lot.” Li’Ella asked.

The lion sighed. “Well… it’s hard to start where to… start… I guess. I just think I need to… think? UGH! I just don’t know. I don’t know!” He threw up his hands, as he gave Li’Ella a bewildered look. 

Lioness sympathized with her fellow tribemate. “Well, do you want to talk about it?” She asked again. 

The two stared at each other for a bit, Laval studying the whites of Li’Ella’s eyes. Something he doesn’t have anymore. 

“I guess I just feel… helpless… after everything I failed. I failed to save my friends, my family, my tribe, Chima, Cavora, and…”

His Uncle, his best friend, his Dad… 

“So many people… gone… because of me…” 

Li’Ella cupped Laval’s face as he gave him a sad smile. 

“I know it’s hard. We all felt like we had a role in its downfall but we now all get a chance to be a part of its rise.”

Laval touched her right hand as a tear fell from his eye. 

“And what if I fail again?” He mumbled, as Li’Ella whipped his tears away. 

“It’s better you fail after you’ve tried again, then to just give up.” 

Laval looked out the window facing towards Chima. It felt so weird to not see Cavora floating up in the air like it always does. It was apparently still alive so that was good. But it still felt off to see it wasn’t the same as before. 

Kinda like him in a way. Still alive, but not the same as before. He ran his hand through his mane and- 

His crown. 

It was gone! Was it destroyed or lost on the way here?

He ran to a nearby mirror in a bathroom to see and… woah. He really didn’t get a good look of himself until now. It was hard to believe he was still alive, still a functioning person with how he looks. Black eyes, deep gashes, a missing arm. Maybe this is how the Hunters felt when they were revived. The thought almost makes him feel bad for them. 

Almost. 

He steps away from the mirror and plops on his bed, staring at the ceiling. 

“...” 

…

“Dad…”

…

“I’m sorry I failed…”
…

“You’d probably say something smart or whatever just to give me hope.”

…

“But I’m scared Dad. The whole tribe is gone, you're gone! Everything is different. I’m different!”

…

“Was I with you? When I died? Maybe I was and when Li’Ella woke me up I just forgot all about it…”

…

“I don’t know exactly what to do.”

…

“But I do know everyone can’t keep living like this. And that me and my friends are their only hope!”

...

"I may fail again but I have to try."

…

“I just hope you're doing okay and all…with the tribe. With mom.” 

…

“Goodnight, Dad.” 

…

“I’ll miss you.”

Chapter Text

“So what now?” Vardy asked Sir Fangar as he paced around the table. Maula, Icebite, and Stealthor eagerly awaited his answer, as they all sat in what the lions had dubbed the map room. When Sir Fangar conquered the Temple as his own he had a few modifications to it, so they could map out where all the Hunters had settled and get rid of any trace of those pitiful tribes. 

Removing the eyestain that was Mount. Cavora and replacing it with tiles replicating his saber tooth gate had brought him sadistic glee. 

“Well… it's obvious that he has returned.” The Saber-tooth spat out. 

“And how can we be so sure?” Stealthor said.

“Have you gone deaf? Of course he's come back to life! Did you not hear that roar?! No doubt that they will surely do the same for the others!” 

“But each one of them is hidden away, to the point where we don’t even know where. How will they find them?” Maula mentioned. 

Sir Fangar scoffed. “Perhaps it was not pure coincidence that the lion's body was discovered here. Surely it simply knew where its so-called home was and stayed put. If this is true for that lion then it should be true for the others.” 

He slammed his fist down on the table, making the others jump. 

“When they return to OUR territory, we will be ready! When they try to revive their final hope, we will shoot it down just as before!” 

Icebite grinned sadistically, mumbling, “Hurt… shoot… kill… hurt…” 

Vardy scooted his seat away from the terrifying bear. 

“We shall make them feel our freeze! And they will feel it FOREVER!” The others cheered and Fangar shouted his signature war cry. 

“So, here's the plan…”

Before they left for the swamp to find the first of the Firewings, before they left to find the others, before they went out on another adventure, Laval wanted to see his grave. 

Li’Ella and Flinx guided him to the middle of town where the eight headstones dedicated to him and his friends were, offerings still placed around the area. Petals danced in the wind as the flower places began to wilt. The smell of freshly baked treats beginning to go sour. Candle wax was now leaking at the base, upon the concrete. 

Laval walked up to his tombstone and read it out loud:

Time and time again, evil he foiled

Here we dedicate this rest to,

Laval the Loyal

So, unlike the plaque Sir Bucky had put up for him outside the temple. He turned to the other ones, reading each one out loud.

Never useless, though he may seem reckless

Howls in the heavens

Worriz the Ruthless

His kindness, his sweetness

Was infectious 

Now rests

Gorzan the Generous

Rogon the Eager 

Now breaks rocks among the stars

May they fire like comets and go far

Awoken from a peaceful dream

He returns to another

Now sleeps eternal

Bladvic the Dreamer

Trinkets and treasure 

Would never rust

Just like his legacy

Razar the Opportunist 

A future she knew, brought forth the bold

With fire she flew

Now her story shall forever be told,

Eris the Oracle.

Family lost and found

He rests now with friends 

Amongst the clouds

Cragger the Determined.

When he finished, he stood up and turned towards Li’Ella and Flinx with a skeptical face. The two looked at each other with worry, then at their revived friend.

Li’Ella wasn’t sure what reaction to expect from Laval. Perhaps sadness at seeing how each and every one of them was seen. Feeling the weight of expectations crushing him all over again. Maybe he’d want to put an offering for the others just in case…

No! 

Don’t think about it! 

They’ll be fine. They will all be fine!

“This suck.”

Li’Ella blinked as she was snapped out of her train of thought. 

  “Wha?” Flinx said, with a slight chuckle in his voice. 

Laval began to laugh. “Yeah, I don’t know. What's with all the titles and stuff? It’s so serious. Ha, ha! I mean, “Laval the Loyal.” Ooooh. Better take him seriously. Ha, ha, ha!” His laughter was contagious as the lioness and the young phoenix broke out laughing as well.

It was a little ridiculous, but at least the thought-to-be long gone lion could get a chuckle out of it. When the laughter died down, Laval gave them a smile as bright as the sun. He turned towards Li’Ella.

“Now let's go save our friends!”

Chapter Text

The Crocodile Swamp wasn’t exactly a place Laval would call cozy. Especially now that it was being suffocated by ice and snow. Luckily there were no Hunters around to give them their own “icey” welcome. The only living things here were, Laval (was he technically living) Li’Ella, the Crocodile Beast, and-

Laval cast Crooler a suspicious glance. 

The crocodile princess gave him one of her own before turning back to her former home. King Crominous and Queen Crunket had insisted that she’d help in their search so they could have someone who knew their swamp well. Why they didn’t just send a soldier with them like Crawly or Crug was beyond him. But it was too late to change that now as they walked across the frozen swamp. 

“So, I’ve been through the Crocodile Castle a few times… and have not seen Cragger anywhere. But maybe we can start there anyway?” Li’Ella said, a bit unsure how to go about this.

“Hmm. Maybe I could…”

Laval took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He hadn’t slept whatsoever last night, instead he’d mostly spent it focusing on this pulling feeling he had. (Along with practicing summoning the Firewings and putting them away. There wasn’t really a point of keeping them out when he didn't even know how to fly. Maybe he can ask the eagles or ravens to teach him.)

 If he focused on this pull enough, he could feel them close by. As if all he had to do was just reach out and pull them out of their own dreamless slumber.

…

Did he even need to sleep anymore? Or eat or drink, since he wasn’t really hungry or thirsty. 

He should just keep focusing. 

Focus on the feeling. Focus on the feeling. Focus-

“Any day, lion.” Crooler remarked. 

“I’m trying my best Crool- Oh My Cavora, he’s in the lake.” Laval suddenly said, as he pointed down. 

Below they could see different shapes of different colors, perhaps fish and plant life that had been frozen in the deep. But one reddish orange looking blob stood out amongst it all. That had to be Cragger.

“Hmm. Well, it’s a good thing I came along when neither of you fur bags can swim.” Crooler snapped. 

“You can’t exactly swim in ice.” Li’Ella remarked.

The Crocodile Beast slapped its tail on the ice in annoyance. 

No bickering! We must save the young crocling. Laval and I shall melt the ice, and Crooler shall head down and grab him. 

“Oh, yeah I can do that.” Laval said with a smile. He kinda forgot that with the firewings he didn’t just get the wing part of the deal.  

Li’Ella pulled out her ax. “I’ll keep watch.” she declared and ran off. 

The Crocodile Beast turned towards Laval.

Alright, cub. Point your hand towards the ice, and direct that fire you have inside of you towards it. 

“Okay, like this.” Laval directed the palm of his hand towards the lake. The Beast nodded. 

The entire time, Crooler watched in silence as the lion took a deep breath and gasped in awe as pure fire flew from his hand. He backed up as it melted away the icy prison, the Crocodile Beast doing the same as she began to blast the spot with a fiery breath. Laval grinned at the sight, feeling great pride for this new power. He may be a walking zombie but at least he was a fire manipulating zombie. It would have been a great moment for him if the person who hurt his friends and family so badly wasn’t standing right next to him. 

It took a while to thaw out a spot to swim, the Lion Prince and Crocodile Princess awkwardly standing in silence the whole time. 

Till Laval asked, “Why did you do it?” 

“Hmm?” 

The lion growled, trying everything in his power to not direct his fire at her. 

“Why did you manipulate Cragger into starting the war? Why did you want to control the chi? Why do you have to always just…” Laval softly roared at her, making Crooler jump a bit. “Be such a jerk.” 

But she gave him a soft growl of her own. 

“I was simply claiming my birthright-”

“With those stupid persuader plants!? Hmph! My Dad told me everything! I may not know how your parents treated you, but that doesn’t mean you should take it out on Cragger and CHIMA!” 

“What do you know, Lion?!” Crooler spat in his face. Oh, did he want to just burn her alive, then and there. He heard the Crocodile Beast smack her tail on the ice to get his attention, but he just had to say it.

“I know a lot of things. Like how it's a good idea to NOT try to unbalance Chima because of a petty feud with someone who loves me!” 

Crooler blinked as if he just slapped her in the face. She stared at him, then towards the reddish-orange blob below. Her eyes that were once full of hatred now looked scattered and broken, as if she was about to cry. Laval stared at her in surprise as she looked up with an expression of guilt. 

“He loved me?” She whispered.

Something in Laval snapped when she said that.

 He wanted to say something like, “Duh, you're his sister. But you’ve treated him so horribly that I’ll never understand how he could still care about you. You don’t deserve his love after everything you’ve done. And when he comes back to life, I want you to give him a meaningful apology. And then do a bunch of other stuff that I can’t think of right now but when this is over, I’m gonna give you a list” 

That would have been fine. Like a nice little bow to wrap up this conversation. 

What he actually did was throw his hands in the air and yelled, “NO SHIT!” 

Sending a blast of fire up into the air, similar to that of a croc flare. 

They stared up in shock at the sky then Laval turned towards Crooler. 

“Maybe no one saw that?” He said with a shrug.

 A blast of ice proved otherwise, nearly hitting him in the face as a small group of vultures descended down on them. 

The Crocodile Beast bit him on the leg. 

“Ow! I’m sorry! At least the ice has melted.” Laval said, pointing towards the only unfrozen part of the lake. “Crooler! Just grab your brother! We’ll take care of them!” He said, as the Crocodile Princess nodded, jumping headfirst into the lake. 

“Alright! Let's see what else I can do!” 

A vulture pointed their balster towards him, but he blasted a gust of fire before the Hunter even had a chance to freeze him. The vulture went down easily, feathers in flames. 

One down four more to go.

He continued blasting fire towards the birds as the Legend Beast guarded the hole in the ice, making sure it stayed unfrozen. 

He was beginning to wonder where Li’Ella had run off till he heard her screaming a battle cry. As she had JUMPED OFF A TREE AND THREW HER AX INTO ONE OF THE VULTURES BACKS! Laval jaw practically hit the floor as he stared in amazement at the lioness's sudden attack. He was so distracted he almost got blasted in the back by another vulture before he took care of it at the last second. 

The vulture crashed to the ground with a sickening crunch, Li’Ella landing on top of it. 

Only two left. 

Laval prepared another fire attack while Li’Ella yanked her ax from the vultures back as they stood side by side at the ready. 

“Wait! WAIT! We surrender!” The one with white feathers cried out, dropping his weapon on the ground. His friend did the same. 

Li’Ella immediately grabbed both blasters, stuffing them in her bag as they descended down. 

“Don’t want to become roasted chickens like your friends, huh?” Pride filled Laval’s voice as he eyed the two. 

The one with white feather’s left leg was made of ice while the one with pink feathers had a left arm and right leg made of ice. He recognized these two as the ones who delivered that message on the first day, he was king. 

That thought instantly took the wind out of his sails as he remembered the events that led up to that moment. 

“We want to help you!” The white feathered one practically yelled.
“What!?” Li’Ella and Laval practically roared, making them jump. 

The pink one nodded. “Life here is… lifeless. While you may fail all over again, I would rather side with you.”

“Gee, thanks.” Laval uttered in a deadpanned voice. 

“Come on, Vornon. Don’t be such a party pooper.” Vornon’s companion nudged his shoulder playfully, bringing a small smile to the downer’s face. “I’m Voom Voom by the way.”

“So… why do you want to help?” Li’Ella asked.

“Ugh! Fangar is the worst. I don’t know why we thought the ice stuff was a good idea. We just want to be alive again, you know? Maybe the Illumination can help with that!” Voom Voom stated.

“Or it can kill us all over again, but I’d be better than this.” Vornon said, gesturing to their gruesome appearance. 

Laval scratched his head nervously. “Okay…”

“Here!” Voom Voom handed Li’Ella a communicator. “We’ll let you know all about Fangar’s plans. And if you need us, let us know!”

“All right. Sorry about your friends by the way.” Laval said.

“Eh, they’ll be fine. See ya!” Voom Voom said. 

The two began to fly off, Voom Voom fluttering away happily, as Vornon waved sadly. 

The two lions looked at each other, then turned towards the Crocodile Beast. She was sitting beside Crooler, who held her long dead brother in her arms.

Man did Cragger get it bad.

The top part of his whole face was missing revealing his skull to the open air, there was a giant hole on the left side of his gut and his wrist was revealing some bone as well. His fire suit had practically been torn to shreds, kinda reminding Laval of the outfit he wore before this whole mess. Minus the fish bones. And his tail had been chopped off, that was pretty messed up. 

Li’Ella pulled out an orb of fire chi. 

“Let's get off the lake.” 

The welcoming embrace of water… felt so far away…

Replaced by a cold prison…

It hurt so much to know…

Something he loved… had been turned against him…

Wait…

What is this…

Warmth… 

Burning…

Cragger woke up with a gasp. He leaped to his feet, ready to attack, only to see Crooler, Li’Ella, (who both looked much older than he remembered and also what were they wearing?), the Crocodile Beast, and- 

“Laval!” He ran up to the lion, engulfing him in a hug. 

Laval hugged him back, his voice coming out broken. As if he was on the brink of tears. “It’s good to see you, Cragger…” 

“See you? We were just…” Cragger trailed off when he saw what Laval really looked like. “What?! Your arm? Your eyes! What-”

Then he looked at himself. Long gone was the (honestly uncomfortable) outfit the fire chi had given him, now replaced with some pretty comfortable brown pants. He wasn’t wearing the fire wings anymore, but a necklace with teeth hanging on sting, a medallion for chi in the middle.

It wasn’t something the phoenix would wear, but it was something he would.

That thought brought him comfort.

There was an orb of chi glowing inside the medallion, but it glowed green! Not blue or red like the fire chi or regular chi.

Then he saw all his definitely fatal wounds in the reflection of the frozen swamp. Like the hole in his gut and the lack of flesh on his face. He turned towards Laval, horror engulfing hims very being. 

“What… happened to us?” 

Plovar’s head shot up like a rocket as he turned towards something…?

“What’s up, Plovar?” Skinnet’s partner, Furty asked as they left the market. 

His voice came out in a serious whisper, “I smell something.” 

The little bird began sniffing the air, flying towards whatever he was smelling as the fox followed, not sure how to react but curious as to what was going to happen next. 

After a few paces and more sniffing, Plovar flew like a bullet, Furty running after him with a playful smile. They heard chatting up ahead as they continued to chase after Skinnet’s little buddy. It sounded like Laval and Li’Ella. Which meant they must have succeeded in getting the next firewings. And that crocodile!

“Craggy-Wag!” Plovar shouted with glee confirmed this. And Furty smiled when he saw that little rescue team with the young Crocodile Prince. The little bird plunged into Cragger’s mouth in excitement, much to the Croc Prince’s displeasure. “It’s so good to see you! And your teeth! A little old but they still need a small dental appointment~” Plovar said, in a sing-song voice. 

The lions chuckled, even Crooler grinned a bit. While the little bird chatted away in the croc’s mouth, Cragger attempted to say something.  

Something that sounded like, “It’s good to see you too, Plovar.” 

Chapter Text

Cragger had no idea what was going on. 

But apparently, he died, so that was new.

Also, apparently Chima got taken over by the Hunters forcing everybody to move into the Outlands where they have been living for ten years but now, he, Laval, and all his other friends are their only hope in getting Chima back. So, no pressure, it’s not like you can die again.

Oh, yeah and he DIED!

AND EVERYONE ELSE DID TO! WHAT IS GOING ON?

Cragger stuck by Laval’s side the whole time as he gave him a tour of the town, heading closer and closer to the new croc castle. The Crocodile Beast doing the same, following the pair around and urging those who wanted to crowd them to give the revived some space.  

Li’Ella went to inform Tormak of the situation, while Crooler ran ahead to tell their parents, Plovar following after his sister. (The little bird wanted to give the two princes some alone time. Giving Cragger a wink, and the croc fighting every urge to just jump in the nearby river and drift away from this conversation.) 

Wait, his parents hadn’t seen him in ten years, while the last he saw them was technically a few hours ago? Since he didn’t remember anything when he died. Except for the pain that he didn’t like to think too hard about. Man, this was all intense!

“There’s where the ravens sell their stuff. That’s where the gorilla’s grow food. And there's where the wolves be their loner selves.” 

“Does everyone just live together now?” Cragger asked. 

A “huh” escaped Laval before he answered the question. “I… guess so. I hadn’t realized it. But yeah.”

“Hmm. This feels…”

“Like you blinked and then suddenly everything and everyone around you just decided to move on without you?” Laval suggested.

“Yeah… in a way.” Cragger mumbled. Laval took his hand, and a muffled squeak almost escaped him due to the lion’s actions. “I know this is all scary and stuff but… I’m glad you're here with me. It brings me some comfort to know that we’re in this together again.” His warm smile melted the Crocodile Prince’s heart. 

“Oh, Laval. Why do you have to be so damn sappy, huh?” Cragger said, trying to cover up his embarrassment. 

The lion chuckled. “Just trying to let you know how much I love you guys.” 

Right. ‘You guys.’ Speaking of…

“So, you feel this thing too, right?” Cragger asked. 

“All the time.” Laval practically breathed. 

“Who should we find next then?” It felt like a question too cruel to ask. Which one of their friends would be brought back into the world of the living next? 

Cragger guessed they chose him after Laval because of how close the swamp was to the Outlands. From there it was sort of open season for reviving buddies. Though he had a feeling finding Eris would be the hardest as she would probably be closest to the Lion Temple. Aka closest to that Saber-tooth freak and his subjects. 

Well now he and Laval are freaks too…

Laval squeezed his hand in reassurance. But it seemed like he was still searching for that feeling himself. 

“Well, maybe… uh… Gorzan? The trees will provide some coverage and we can use the strength.” Laval said. 

The Crocodile Beast nodded.

I shall inform the Gorilla Beast of your decision. 

Leaving the two to their own devices. 

Cragger watched his beast go and realized something. Throughout the whole tour he had not seen a single lion among the mix of tribes. Which felt a little weird… and probably meant. 

“Hey, Laval? Where is your tribe at?”

He might as well have declared war all over again because Laval had the same heartbroken face, he had the day the fight for chi began. 

“Laval?”

While the lion hadn’t said a thing about what had happened, Cragger quickly put the pieces together. He may look dumb, but he’s not stupid. 

Cragger brought him into a side hug as the lion felt like he would collapse to the floor if the crocodile didn’t anchor him. Laval leaned into him as he sighed softly. 

The croc led the two to a bench near a blacksmithery as the lion wept. The sound of a hammer banging against metal drowning out his quiet crying. Cragger rubbed his back in reassurance as tears stained his brown pants. He could relate to how Laval felt, afterall his whole tribe got kidnapped by the Hunters at one point.

But they were able to be saved. 

Whereas in Laval’s case, this wasn’t something that can be reversed. This was something that would have to be rebuilt overtime. And even then, it will never be the same. 

“Sorry, I hope I don’t keep breaking out into tears every time someone asks me what happened.” Laval uttered. 

“Don’t apologize for feeling sad.” Cragger began, as he brought the lion closer to his chest. Laval welcomed it, trying to listen to his best friend's heartbeat.

There was nothing. 

“This is all just so messed up and crying about it is a perfectly okay thing to do. Because I know you're not just gonna curl up and bawl your eyes out. You're gonna fight! And keep being your wonderful self. But when you need to take a break from it all and rest, know that you will always have me. And I know the others will feel the same when they get back.” 

Laval closed his eyes and focused on the pulling feeling. They should really give it a name. Perhaps lights? It felt fitting as to how each one of them made him feel. 

Cragger’s light felt so cheery and warm, perhaps because he was awake and with him now. He was starting to tell who is who, though where exactly they were at was a bit hard to tell. The others still felt too distant and too deep in their sleep. Except one. It felt like it was trying to wake up, but it couldn't, as if it was stuck. Frozen. 

That had to be Eris. 

When the Hunters first attacked, she had been chosen because she had a “soul of a phoenix” or whatever Fluminox had said. So, it only made sense she would be… different? Yeah, that seemed like the right word for now. 

But the idea of trying to get all of them felt exhausting. It had even been that long since he was revived and he already felt like he wanted to sleep for another ten years. (Though the idea of him needing to sleep did bring him comfort.) It made him feel horrible. He truly wanted to save them but… How can he help anyone when he needs help as well?

“You don’t mind if I sit out a few missions?” Laval asked, almost nervous as to what Cragger would say. The croc bright his hand from his back to his mane. As he softly played with his fur, a small purr escaped him, making Cragger chuckle. 

“Of course. We have all the help we can get right here! If you need any time to yourself, or any help let us know. And we’ll be there for you.” 

Laval smiled. “Thank you.”

After sitting in peaceful silence, Laval was finally ready to get up and lead Cragger to his parents. He brought him to what looked like a smaller version of the crocodile castle, complete with its own makeshift river that he had seen snake through the village earlier. 

Cragger would be lying if he said he didn’t shed a few tears when he was reunited with parents even if for him it had only been a few hours. It was still a little heartbreaking to see how much his parents changed over the years, with new lines added to their faces and hunched shoulders. His father even needs a cane now! 

When he saw his parents, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would continue to grow and change like them. Were Laval and him doomed to be fleshy zombies forever or would they grow old together? 

“My son has returned and this calls for a celebration!”

“Uh- Dad maybe-” 

But Cragger’s objections went unheard as many crocodiles gathered to celebrate the return of their prince. 

It felt nice to see his tribe again, even meeting some new young members. While some were scared of Cragger, few little croclings were curious about his new look, some asking things like, can he still eat even with the hole in his gut? Laval stayed by his side almost the whole time, receiving his own questions and comments from curious crocodiles. 

At one point during the party, Crooler pulled him aside.

“Cragger, I want to say I’m sorry.” The Crocodile Prince stumbled back at the words. 

“Really?” His voice came out in a whisper. He didn’t think that Crooler was the apology type. Then again neither was he for a bit.

“Yes. I’m sorry for using that stupid plant, for making you attack the lions, and for taking advatnage of you when we thought our parents had died. I hope you can forgive me.” 

…

Can he? After everything Crooler had done, was he even willing to give her his forgiveness? 

“I… I don’t know if I can forgive you for everything. I appreciate your apology but after what happened it's hard to just forget about it, you know?” 

 Crooler nodded sadly. 

“I understand.” 

“So… you live here now?” Cragger stared in awe at the place. It felt a lot like Lavertus’s old home in the Outlands. And just like it the place felt way too big for one lion. 

“Yeah… it’s big and quiet and sometimes a little creepy when you're just alone with your thoughts. But it’s home.” Laval chuckled nervously. 

Cragger nodded. He could tell his best friend didn’t like being here on his own. So maybe…

“I can stay with you, if you want?” 

Laval gave Cragger a face full of surprise, but it was quickly replaced with a grateful smile. 

“I’d appreciate that.” Laval said, reaching out his hand. 

Cragger took it. Happy he wasn’t alone.

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It was actually really easy to find Gorzan as Cragger, Laval, the Gorilla Legend Beast, and Li’Ella headed closer and closer to his home.

They sensed his light amongst the highest branches of the very trees he loves so much. The only problem was the fact that there were mammoths standing around the very tree he was at. Just like that vulture had texted, so at least they weren’t lying. 

 “So much for a discrete rescue…” Laval mumbled. 

The Gorilla Beast cooed in agreement. 

“Okay, what's the plan?” Cragger asked them.

“We can probably knock down a tree or two as a distraction. Or to even knock them down.” 

“We do need to clear out this forest since I’m pretty sure all these trees are dead. We’ll need the space to plant new ones.” G’Loona said sadly, Cragger mumbling a soft yeah. 

…

Wait! 

“Wha-” He almost screamed before Laval forced his snout shut. “What are you doing here?” His best friend asked for him.

“Saving Gorzan! What else? I heard your plan when I was heading to the bear’s blacksmithery and I wanted to tag along.”

Li’Ella pulled out a small blaster. “Well, do you know a good way to get up to Gorzan? We can keep you covered down here.”

The Gorilla Beast grinned. 

Let us know when you find him.

G’Loona nodded, a playful smile tugged at her face as she headed off to a nearby tree. 

She manovered up the tree easily. Remembering each and every branch she needed to take to get up to the top. It felt like freedom to simply climb up a tree from her home again. Sure, the Outlands had some good plants, aside from those that were both mean and green. But to actually return to her jungle and reach for each limb of one of her wonderful trees, climbing closer and closer to someone she considered family!

Why, it felt like freedom! 

She practically flew to the top, almost a little sad the climb was over. 

“Okay, how am I supposed to find Gorzan?” G’Loona asked out loud. 

She received an answer through a rogue shot that barely missed her.

“Whoa!” She squealed in shock, as she looked over the trees to see Li’Ella firing her blasters, the Legend Beast easily taking them out, and Laval and Cragger activating their firewings. She watched in awe as pure fire escaped their hands but cringed when the two floppily flew around with their brand-new wings. These two were clearly not used to flying. (And was Cragger’s wings supposed to be green?)

But when they activated their power, something caught G’Loona’s eye. It shimmered among the pure white trees, glowing a soft… pink? 

She headed towards it, swooping from tree to tree. Someone must have noticed her as a few shots were fired in her direction. Luckily, she avoided them all thanks to Cragger knocking down the Hunter’s with his reckless flying. She couldn’t help but let a small chuckle escape her lips at the sight. 

But when she saw the one, she considered an older brother to her, the feeling of laughter and joy vanished. Hidden in what could have been a cozy nook of a tree was Gorzan, frozen in ice. A permanite scream on his face. It sent chills down her spin. 

But it also made her wonder why no vultures or anyone else with a flying machine didn’t see him. 

Maybe he was revealed to me because of those fire wings Cragger and Laval activated? The Gorilla girl thought to herself. 

She tried to yank him out, but he was frozen to the tree itself and she had a feeling that breaking the ice itself wouldn’t do her any good. 

“I found him!” She yelled to the others down below. Li’Ella nodded and threw an orb of Fire Chi at the Gorilla Beast, who ran up the tree closest to G’Loona. When he reached the top, she pointed towards the nook and the Legend Beast reached down, pulled out the frozen popsicle-like Gorilla, and gently placed the chi in his harness. 

This… was a… bummer…

He should have… tried harder…

He should have… protected them… 

But now…

But as the ice… took hold…

The moment the freeze… took hold…

Took… hold… 

A welcoming warmth… returned…

“Gorzan!” G’Loona cried out, tears trailing down her eyes as she hugged her brother. 

“G’Loona?” He mumbled. When did she get here? Wait, were they in the jungle? The Gorilla Beast patted his head. 

Good to have you back, dude.

Back?

G’Loona hugged him tighter at the words. He would have hugged the little dudette back (though she didn’t look as little as he remembered), but there was one problem. 

He didn’t have any arms!

He looked around and realized the jungle he loved with all his heart had been covered in pure white ice. He gasped. “G’Loona? What happened?” Panic filled his voice as the two gorillas gave him a sad look. 

“Hey! Are you guys okay?” Laval! 

Gorzan looked over the branches and saw Laval, Cragger, and Li’Ella. The lioness chasing off some mammoths with nothing but a few tiny blasters and-

WHY DID THESE DUDES LOOK LIKE THE HUNTERS? WHERE THEY ZOMBIES TO?!

“Are you dudes, okay?!” He yelled, as he tried to get down without his arms, G’Loona and the Legend Beats followed him down. It was a bit of a struggle but once he got down, he stared at Laval and Cragger in shock. They looked… so different…

“Dudes… we didn’t make it?” He asked, even though he knew the answer. 

“I’m sorry, Gorzan.” Laval said, patting his back. 

“On the bright side, you have a cool outfit.” Cragger said, gesturing to Gorzan’s new attire. He had on a sort of skirt (that actually felt quite soft) with a sort of pattern that could be described as leaking tree sap. The top layer was pink, leaking into a light neon green, and then leaking into purple.

Around his waist was a belt that held his fire chi. 

“You know, I was wondering, why do your guy's chi all glow a different color? Even Cragger’s firewings glowed a sort of green.” G’Loona asked. Gorzan tilted his head and summoned his wings without even thinking about it. They glowed a bright pink.

“Huh! I’m not sure.” Laval scratched his head, perplexed at the question.

“Maybe it’s because you all died with them.” 

A chill ran down his spine at Li’Ella’s words, but she kept going with her theory. “These were the phoenix’s wings and they died with them. But you died with them as well. So perhaps in a way they sort of bonded with you and they show this by glowing in your own colors. And giving you clothes that you might deem more comfortable.” The lioness concluded.

The three revived warriors looked at each other, then at the outfits and harnesses they now dawned. 

“I mean we can ask Foltrax about it too.” She added with a shrug.

“The Fire Chi outfits were a little uncomfortable…” Gorzan muttered as he continued to wrap his head around what was going on. 

“I know, RIGHT?!” Cragger put his arm around the gorilla. “It was like walking in a prison of spandex! I much prefer these pants over that ugly thing.” 

A small giggle escaped him. “Well, if I really died, I’m glad to be back with you dudes!” Gorzan said with pride. 

The Gorilla Beast hooted with joy, G’Loona laughing along. “Then, come on! The rest of the tribe has to see you're okay!” As the gorillas walked ahead, catching Gorzan up on what he missed, Li’Ella turned to Laval and Cragger. 

“You two okay?” She asked. 

“We need flying lessons.” Cragger declared with defeat in his voice.  

“Well, I have a feeling who we’ll find next will be a big help.”

Cragger looked at Laval, knowing exactly who he was talking about. 

“You sure he won’t charge us for flying lessons?” 

“It might be better to go save him next because someone else's light is pretty close by~.” The lion almost sang.

 Cragger and Li’Ella looked at the lion with confusion, till the crocodile closed his eyes and focused on the light he was talking about. 

A second later, Cragger jumped up in the air and yelled, “I knew they were dating!” 

Li’Ella blinked. “What the fuck are you two talking about?”

Chapter Text

“You're sitting this one out.”

“What!?” 

The sun was beginning to set, stars trickling the sky. The perfect time to take a giant bird as dark as night and a wolf as quiet as a shadow out to save their respective warriors.

But Cragger stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, refusing to let Laval leave their house. 

“Remember that conversation we had about taking breaks? Well, I think you should start now.”

“But two of our friends are out there in the exact same place! Are you sure you can handle both of them? I still think I should come.” Laval tried to scootch out the door but Cragger scooted in his way.

“Nope. Go back to bed or something. Rest.”

“Come on-”

“Nope.

“Let me-”

“Nah.”

“Just-”

“Nada.”

They continued to play this game of keep away, soon smiling like dorks as they playfully fought. Just like old times. 

“Heh, heh! Cragger! Come on!” Laval chuckled, attempting to worm around the crocodile. 

Cragger stuck out his tongue. “Not today, fur boy. Between Li’Ella and I, we should be fine.” 

“Actually, Li’Ella can’t come this time.” 

The two turned to see Flinx, fiddling with a communicator in his hands. 

“She has to help Tormak with… something. And wanted me to tell you guys. Those vulture guys messaged us too. Saying that the Hunters are in the junkyard looking for the next pair of firewings.”

The two looked at each other, then back at the phoenix. 

“What kinda ‘something’?” Cragger asked, curious.

A nervous smile painted his face, as the firebird chuckled. “Well, it's sort of a surprise…” 

“Huh. Well maybe you can help out Flinx!” Laval suggested. 

“Wha- really?” Flinx shifted, clearly unsure of how to feel. 

“Yeah! We can use a bird to rescue a bird! Come on!” Cragger said. 

The little guy looked conflicted. Maybe he was scared of the Hunters. After all, if his father wasn’t here, it didn’t take a genius to figure out why. 

But Flinx's eyes filled with rage and passion, grinning as he gave Cragger his answer. “Yeah! Let's get those frosted freaks!” 

The three cheered, pumping their hands in the air. 

“Alright then let's GO!” Laval ran out of the house when Cragger was distracted, much to his friends' surprise. 

“Laval! Get back here and take a break!” Cragger yelled, chasing after the lion. Flinx followed after the two as the Laval maneuvered around people as they reached the lantern lit town square.

Squaks, roars, and yelps were heard as they ran through the streets. Many jumped out of the way of the running zombies, others almost dropping what they held in their hands.

Despite losing sight of him in the crowd, they heard Laval giggle the whole time as Cragger continued to yell at him to take a break.

“NEEEEVEERRRRR- AHH!”

Cragger thought the lion had tripped as he ran around the now annoyed town goers. When the two reached Laval however, they saw Spinlyn holding the lion, wrapped up in spider silk. 

Like a little burrito.

The prince struggled in his restraints as the Spider Queen handed him off to Cragger. 

“You're welcome.”

-

Cragger had placed Laval in his bed, still bound in spider silk but with the added weight of almost all the blankets and pillows in the house except the ones Gorzan was using. (The gorilla decided to stay the night as well, in a separate room. It really felt like Laval’s new home was turning into all their revived friends' new home.) 

At first Laval had put on a pout that the croc had called cute (making him blush a little) and refused to sleep. He sat there in the dimly lit room, in the totally NOT cozy blankets, with the totally NOT cozy pillows, and waited for NOT sleep to come. 

But as Laval snuggled deeper into the soft fabric of the plush pillows and blankets and as his eyelids grew heavier, he figured a small nap wouldn’t kill him. Again. 

He wasn’t entirely sure how long he was asleep for. It was night time when he woke up so it wasn’t too long.

But it felt nice to just rest without having to worry about anything. He knew Cragger could handle getting Razar and Worriz back on his own. (Whether he had the patience to handle their attitudes was a different story.) 

He sighed in contentment as he began drifting out of sleep after a while, simply enjoying the softness of the covers. 

When he opened his eyes however, he was not expecting a certain bird to be staring at him. Or rather a certain raven-eagle hybrid to be exact. 

Laval yelled as he struggled to get up, realizing a little too late that he was still bound in spider webs. 

He fell off the bed in his panic, groaning in pain as he rolled on his back to look up at Reegull, who wore a black apron (covered in different colored goop), a dark green dress, and one high heel next to his peg leg.

The hybrid didn’t say hello. Rather he said, “Get up. I want to take you to my lab to study you before the eagles do.”

Ewald had asked Laval if he could come into the eagles' newly built lab for some test but understood that he still needed time to adjust to his new body on his own before he underwent any experiments. 

Reegull apparently didn’t. 

“How did you-”

“Pick your lock!”

At least he had the courtesy to cut Laval out of his spider silk bounds. 

“Are the other two here?” He asked, looking around the room as if they were hidden away. 

“Only Gorzan. Cragger went to get Razar and Worriz.” Laval got up off the floor. 

“Alright then.” He took Laval’s wrist and walked over to the next room. Opening the door, they saw Gorzan sitting on the bed, flipping through a book about plants with his feet. (Good thing a gorilla’s feet are like a second pair of hands.) 

 Before he could say anything, Reegull said, “You are coming too.” 

Gorzan looked at Laval’s unimpressed face then at Reegull’s eager one. 

“Okay.” He spoke. 

-

Reegull’s lab was quite similar to his old one. Just like all the other raven’s homes it was mostly made of scrap metal that was probably just stapled together. 

But there were bits that didn't seem like something the alchemist would collect. Colorfully woven tapestries, comfy couches with blue and green color pallets, it all felt different… but familiar. 

“So, you're not gonna cut us open, right dude?” Gorzan asked. 

Reegull was pulling out some test tubes and needles, mumbling a distracted “Maybe.” Making Gorzan wince. 

“He’s not gonna do anything we don’t want to Gorzan. Not on my watch.” Laval reassured him. 

“Yes… but you must remember that in order for progress to be made, sacrifices are necessary. We all must give up something in order to get what we want…”

Laval couldn’t help but find truth in Reegull’s words. After all, he and his friends sacrificed themselves in order to save Chima! And they still failed. He couldn’t help but find the idea of trying it all over again extremely terrifying. 

If they don’t succeed this time, will there be anything left of them to be revived? Will they all return to that cold, dreamless sleep? 

And what if the Illumination succeeds, what will happen to them? 

It felt like it didn’t matter. Win or lose, Laval and his friends are going to die either way. 

“Alright then… First! A blood test…” Reegull said. 

The hybrid would pull out many different contraptions and machinery, asking for samples and tests to do with the zombie-like warriors. 

Some they would allow, like taking fur samples or letting Reegull look into their different colored eyes. But of course, they would draw the line at things such as cutting off limbs and seeing if they can be reattached or finding out if they can drink poison or acid. 

“For the last time! You can’t CUT US OPEN TO SEE OUR BRAINS!”

“But surely it would have changed in the time you’ve been gone! Just let me make a small incision…”

“How can you make a small incision?! You're cutting open our heads?!”  As Laval and Reegull argued, Gorzan sat on the couch and looked around the room. 

I wonder if any of the gorilla dudes have tamed the pretty plants outside the village, they thought. Catching up with his tribe after being revived felt like taking a breath of fresh air after drowning. They partied for quite a bit, chatting about how everyone was doing, and what Gorzan missed. It broke his heart to hear that they had lost a few members, but it felt pretty tubular to meet newer ones. 

I wonder if we can revive long gone dudes, but would they want to come back as chi zombies like us-

His train of thought was interrupted when his eyes locked with another pair. Another pair of eyes that didn’t belong to Laval or Reegull.

Hidden in the corner of the room there was a little raven girl with green eyes crouched behind a couple of boxes. 

The two were locked in a silent staring contest, neither refusing to blink. 

“Uh, dudes? Who's that?” 

“Who?” Laval asked, as Reegull looked over to where Gorzan was gesturing to. 

He groaned. “Ugh! Rubiz! I’ve told you! You must stay upstairs!” Reegull scooped up the raven child from her hiding place and began heading up stairs. Rubiz hanging from his hook by the hood of her vest. 

Laval began to follow, and not wanting to be alone, Gorzan did the same. 

“Is she your kid?” Laval questioned as they headed up the stairs. 

“Nope.” 

“Whose kid is that then?!” 

“One of Dom’s” The hybrid said as he opened the door. 

“IT'S THE WITCH!” A young eagle yelled as a young rhino threw a pillow at Reegull, nailing him right in the face. Laval and Gorzan chuckled.

“Oi! You kid better stop that!” Reegull scolded the two youngsters as they stuck their tongues at him. 

“Boys please calm down.” A familiar voice said. 

Laval gasped. “Is that-” 

Don de la Woosh stood beside the door ushering the other children back to the play area in the center of the room. 

Laval had to admit: the former speedor racer had seen better days. 

Scars traced his face, many surrounding one of his eyes. Blinding it permanently. He wore a light blue silk robe, with yellow and red flower patterns stitched along the sleeves. As he walked, he had a slight limp, but he gave them a welcoming smile. 

“The Whoosh?! What are you doing here?” Laval smiled back at the sight of his idol. 

“Why, The Whoosh lives here!” He chuckled. “Someone has to look after all these little ones after all.” 

“Well, a ‘little one’ decided they wanted to look at my stuff, Jewel.” Reegull raised the little raven girl up towards the peacock. 

“Jewel?” Gorzan and Laval remarked. 

“Oh, little Rubiz is just curious. Isn’t that, right?” The young raven nodded her head as she was handed off into Whoosh’s arms. 

“Come, come. Why don’t the Whoosh make you some tea?” He led them through the play area.

 It was painted blue with a large green and yellow circular carpet in the middle, children's toys and mini playgrounds set up for children from all sorts of tribes to play with. Many played with dolls, board games, or simply napped on some mini beds. 

“Dude, do you watch over all these little dudes by yourself?” Gorzan asked, as they headed down the hall to a kitchen. 

“Yes. Someone must look after the children after all. You know how dangerous the Outlands could be…” Whoosh said sadly. 

Reegull scoffed, leaning against the wall as Laval and Gorzan sat down. The Whoosh put Rubiz in a highchair and handed her a cup of fruit to munch on. 

“Okay, this is eating me up. Why is Reegull living in your basement? And why did he call you Jewel?” Laval interrogated the star racer. 

The old birds gave each other a look, before bursting out laughing, much to the two's confusion. Rubiz kept munching on her fruit. 

“Oh, Laval. Reegull is my husband.” 

There was a moment of silence as Laval processed what his idol had just said. 

“Oh! Congrats, you two!” Gorzan said, supportively, not missing a beat. 

 … 

“WHAT!?”

The Whoosh and Reegull. THE WHOOSH AND REEGULL? WHAT? What? What?

“You…” Laval pointed to the Whoosh, who patted Rubiz on the head. 

“And… you…” Reegull was grinning like a super villain as he gave Laval a small wave. 

“I… wha… who… you… just…” 

He turned to the Whoosh. “How…” He whispered. 

The Whoosh chuckled. “We met after the war. I was fleeing for my life, gaining a few scars along the way.” Gesturing to his face. But he recalled the tale like it was nothing more than a pleasant dream. “I was having a hard time finding anyone in the Outlands, when my knight in silver feathers rescued me from the jaws of a mighty beast. And took me to the village.” 

The peacock brought Reegull into a hug as the alchemist rolled his eyes. 

“You say it like I was some hero… I didn’t even-” 

“Oh, HUSH! You came to my rescue.” The Whoosh cupped Reegulls face and for a moment, it was only the two of them. In the moment. 

“That’s all that matters, mi amor. That’s all it took for me to be with such a handsome devil.” The two practically touched beaks and if it weren’t for the feathers, Reegull’s face would be completely red. He waved his hand aside. 

“Oh! Stop! I’m not that handsome.” 

“Yes, you are. You're beautiful.” 

The two continued to stay in their own little world for a bit, with The Whoosh swaying his husband side to side as if they were about to slow dance. 

Gorzan grinned at the sight, Rubiz was too focused on her fruit bowl to care, and Laval watched the whole thing like he was watching someone drink expired milk. Or like he was watching his idol kiss someone who tried to turn Chima into chickens. Oh, wait! He WAS! 

When the two were done, The Whoosh cleared his throat. “How about that tea?” 

-

“I don’t get it.” Laval mumbled as he saw the two old gay birds bump each other playfully with their hips as they prepared the kid’s snacks. The sight made most of him sick to his stomach. But a small part of him couldn’t help but be a little jealous. Gorzan took a sip of his tea from a helpful straw.

“Whatcha mean, dude?” 

“How can someone sooooo messed up, date and marry someone so cool?!” The two walked out of the room, playfully teasing each other as the lion whispered. It reminded Laval of Eris and Rogon, with all dumb flirting they did. (Thinking of those two made him wonder how Cragger was doing.)

Gorzan smiled kindly. 

“Well, maybe he needs this. It’s like you and Cragger. You were there for him when he needed you. And it helped the dude realize how much of a bummer he was being.” 

The idea of Cragger and him being like Reegull and The Whoosh made Laval feel like he had a tummy full of butterflies. If only it could be that way… 

“Hmm. Gorzan, do you think Cragger likes me?”

Gorzan chuckled. “Of course, Dude!”

“But… likes-LIKES me?”

“Oh.” The gorilla blinked. He hadn’t talked to anyone about his feelings towards Cragger. He wanted to say something to the croc but it felt the moment he realized how he felt there was always something going on. Whether it be a war on ice zombies, bugs, or with the very crocodile he loved the moment he met up with him at the Forever Rock, on the night before they left for the Outlands. 

“Well… have you asked?” Gorzan asked. 

“No. Should I?”

“Of course, you should.” Reegull butted into their conversation, with Rubiz sitting on his shoulders. 

“Hmm. And what do you know?” Laval demanded. 

Reegull rolled his eyes as he leaned towards the lion. 

“I know that Dom makes me the happiest bird alive. Every day with him, I treasure more than any raven will treasure a well-earned trinket. I study everything he loves more than an eagle will study the stars, because I want to make him happy. Asking him out was the greatest thing to happen to me. So, if I knew I only had so much time with my precious Jewel, I would make every moment worth more than gold.” 

Laval was speechless. 

But, as much as he hated to admit it, Reegull was right. 

If he was going to die all over again, the time to make a move on Cragger was now. Or never. Laval nodded. “Okay, I think I will. He should be back pretty soon anyway so we should get going.” Laval drank the rest of his tea and stood up from the table, and immediately felt dizzy.

“Whoa…” He mumbled. Maybe he got up too fast? But why did he continue to feel like the room was spinning. 

“You alright, dude?” Gorzan’s voice sounded so distant. Why did he… sound… so distant… What… was… happening…

“Your chi-” He heard Reegull say from miles away. His vision was beginning to blur as he tried to balance himself. 

He felt so… weak.

So… tired…

So… cold…

The last thing he saw was the worried face of his friends as he fell to the floor. 

Chapter Text

It was an odd time to be a raven. 

Firstly, almost all their trinkets and treasure had been left behind at their precious junkyard. The only thing left was what they could carry in their pockets. (Thankfully it was a lot as they tended to have a lot of pockets. But a lot was never enough…)

Secondly, it felt like their opportunistic spirit was dying but maybe that wasn’t entirely a bad thing… When the village of Santuario was first built, no one had the money or means to buy anything as everyone simply ran with what they could carry. (Which sadly wasn’t much at all since they didn’t have as many pockets as some ravens.) 

Selling things that many need to refugees who lost everything seemed a bit cruel… So, they ended up helping out the tribes in rebuilding the village. 

Then, thirdly was the loss of their King and Prince, Rawzome and Razar. Many of the tribes had suffered losses (the lion tribe taking the greatest hit among them) but other than the wolf tribe, they had at least been able to save one member of a royal family. They were not so lucky. Which meant a leader had to be selected among them and for whatever reason they all decided Razcal would be the one. 

A choice that the raven still questioned even after ten years! He was an accountant not a leader! Ripnik reassured him that he was doing great and had nothing to worry about. “Just relax. You're starting to gray a bit early.” It was true.

A few gray feathers had begun to shimmer amongst the pitch-black ones. “They look like stars shining in the night sky.” Ripnik told him. 

“I guess…” Razcal mumbled as he subconsciously touched them. Razar never had any gray feathers, he was always so cool and collected. The only time he had seen him freak out was when the crocodiles almost got three tribes killed. 

Would Razar be nervous now? What would he do if he were here? Would he be charging Cragger for a ride on the Raven Beast? It was questions like these that would fill Razcal’s head almost daily, questions he knew would never be answered. 

At least until now. 

As he flew on the Raven Beast with Cragger, the Wolf Beast ran below their feet with Windra and Flinx, he thought of what he was going to say to him. 

“Hey Razar, how has the whole being dead thing been?” Nope, that's awful. Even if he said it was just a joke. 

“Hello Razar, the tribe has been fine. Though we haven’t made nearly as much profits as we did with you, I’m sure when you take charge again, we’ll be back on top!” That was a bit better. Maybe try simplifying it.

“Razar, it's good to-”

 “Uh, Razcal?” Cragger patted his shoulder to get his attention. “You know I can hear you, right?” 

“Oh! Uh… sorry… I’m just nervous. I haven’t seen him in a while and I’m wondering what I should say…”

Cragger patted his back as the Raven Beast chuckled. 

You worry too much, hatchling. He shall be happy to be reunited with you. 

Razcal put on a sad smile. “Is it okay to say I’m a little scared to see what he’ll look like? I mean… yooooouuuu-”

“Look like I just crawled out of my grave?” Cragger suggested with a straight face. 

“Well… yeah…” 

“Look, I know this is tough and you're totally freaking out about the fact that we're gonna raise your best friend back from the dead. But! You need to remember that as hard as this is for you, it’s gonna be ten times worse for Razar!” Cragger put an arm around Razcal, reminding him of something a tribe member of his would do when they wanted to sell someone something. 

“Yes, your emotions are valid, and this is all super hard. But right now, you need to suck it up for friends! Because the moment he opens his eyes, he’s gonna be scared and he’s gonna need you!”

“Whoa…” Razcal whispered. 

“Yeah. But once Razar gets settled, then maybe you should talk to someone about this. It shouldn’t be too long since his boyfriend is buried right by him.” 

Cragger waited in silence for the bird’s reply and at first, he thought he lost him. Till he yelled, “HIS BOYFRIEND?!” 

The Raven Beast cawed at the sudden screaming, the Wolf Beast and Windra growled in response. 

“Yo! Keep it down, we’re almost there!” Flinx yelled at the two. 

Razcal turned to the croc and loudly whispered, “Worriz is his boyfriend?!” 

“Yeah, he didn’t tell you!?” Cragger whispered back, shrugging. 

“No!”

“Well, they’ve been pretty close. I think ever since the whole thing in the Outlands they’ve been going out. Did… he not tell you?” 

Razcal looked heartbroken at Cragger’s words making him feel super guilty.
“Oh man, did I just out Razar to you? I’m a dick!” 

“No. I knew he was gay. It’s not that… I just… wanted to ask him out…”

Cragger muttered a soft “oh” as the raven looked off into the distance. The junkyard was coming closer into view.

“Uh… sorry… I know what that's like. I’ve been wanting to ask Laval out for a while but then all the wars and Li’Ella. Ugh… Well, I guess I have another chance since I don’t think Li’Ella’s interested anymore. I mean she is 10 years older than Laval now because he never aged when we died, and I did see her make goo-goo eyes at Windra that one time so… Wow!” 

Razcal whimpered. “Well, then I hope you take that second chance.” 

If Cragger still had a heartbeat he was sure it would pick up the pace at the thought of asking Laval out. He wasn’t good at emotional stuff, much less dating and love. But not everyone gets another shot. 

The evidence was sitting in front of him. So maybe he should take it…

“And you?” Cragger asked. 

Razcal smirked. “I’m just going to be there for him, of course.”

The whole junkyard was crawling with hunters.

They dug around, amongst the wreckage, the trinkets, the scrap, and even the treasure. They tossed it all aside as they searched for one of the Firewing harnesses. 

 And overlooking the whole thing was… him…

Flinx would have turned pale at the sight if it wasn’t for his bright red feathers. Come on, where was the same phoenix who melted that creep’s mountain while staring him down? The same phoenix who charged into the hunter’s domain demanding Li’Ella? Who blazed brighter than ever as he headed off into battle?!

He died along with his father…

“Okay, so I guess all we gotta do is find them first without them finding us?” Cragger shrugged.

The Wolf Beast scoffed.

How did you come up with that ingenious plan, crocling? 

“What? It’s a place full of junk so where would our friend be? In the junk!” 

“What about Worriz?” Flinz asked. 

Cragger smirked. “Uh… I don’t know. Maybe he’s in Razar’s bed.” 

Windra smacked him in the face, then mounted the Wolf Beast. 

We will search for the pup. Phoenix come with us: we may need your spark.  

“Oh okay.” If it means he's as fair away from that saber tooth freak that's just fine with him. 

As the three of them left, Cragger turned to the two ravens. 

“Okay so if you were Razar’s frozen dead body, where would you be?”

Razcal tapped his beak as he thought. “Well, I doubt he’ll be amongst the random scrap. The castle might be a good bet, but I bet the Hunters would have searched it already. Which leaves… the vault. Come on.” 

-

The Wolf Beast dashed through the junkyard, easily maneuvering around the many obstacles the junkyard had to offer. Occasionally they would stop and sniff the air or ground in an attempt to regain Worriz’s scent. They soon ran out of the junkyard and began sniffing along its walls. 

Windra remained silent the whole time. Which was very awkward. Flinx almost wished the more vocal Wonald came along instead, but Windra had insisted she’d come. In her… own quiet but intimidating way. 

“Please make sure you bring him home safely.” Wonald had asked him before they left. 

“I think you should put more faith in Windra, Fluffbum.” Flinx teased.

“Well, I think you should have more faith in yourself.”

Those words stuck with him as they rode around. Everyone was counting on him to not mess up (again), especially Wonald.

“Sooooooooooooooo, how are-“

He’s here.

Windra dismounted the Wolf Beast, who pointed at the ground. 

“I guess we gotta dig him out. Guess he’s really hit rock bottom, huh? Heh. Get it. Because… Uh… heh… he…”

The wolves stared at him. 

“I’m gonna stop talking. Let’s dig him out.”

They didn’t need to be told twice as Windra and the Wolf Beast began digging a hole. 

“I guess… I’ll just-“ 

“Surrender to our freeze?” Maula, the leader of the mammoths, declared. 

Mungus trailed behind her.

“Perhaps if you give us the fire wings then we shall make your capture less painful.” She threatened. Mungus chuckled like a toddler, “Mungus make the hurting hurt!” 

Windra growled, readying her weapon as the Wolf Beast continued to dig. 

“We’re not gonna go down so easily! So you might as well feel our fire!” He pulled out his sword, as Windra prepared a blaster. 

He charged towards Maula as the she-wolf fired her blaster at the titan of a mammoth.

She might as well have been throwing feathers at the beast because it did nothing. 

While Maula distracted him with parry after parry, he almost missed Mungus throw down his club on Windra with a roar. 

“No!” He yelled, as a shot of fire blasted out from his hand. He hadn’t been able to do that in forever! 

It hit Mungus in the back of the head, making him whimper in pain. 

“Ouchie! Fire bird hurt!” He whined. Giving Windra enough time to finish digging out Worriz’s frozen body.

“Mungus! Oh, you’ll pay for hurting my baby!” The Mammoth Queen yelled. 

But whatever attack she planned was interrupted by another blast of fire. But not from Flinx. 

-

Cragger thought this vault would be in the heart of the city or something.

He was not expecting it to be an outhouse. One that relayed all its support on the wall of the building it was leaning on. 

“Wow. If this was my resting place, I’d be pretty pissed. No pun intended.” Cragger said. 

Razcal chuckle. “Not when you see inside.” Unlocking the door, he let the croc in. The Raven Beast was a bit too big, so it stayed to keep watch. 

“Okay, what now?” He asked when Razcal shut the door. 

“This.” He flushed the toilet. And a trap door opened under them! Cragger yelped as he fell for who knows how long, while Razcal was laughing. 

“I can’t believe this still works!” He yelled as they continued to fall. 

“AHHHHHHH!” Was Cragger’s response. Before he hit solid ground, the raven grabbed his tail (or what was left of it) and gently placed him on a pile of GOLD?! 

“Whoa…” The whole place was covered in with all sorts of riches! Gems of all kinds, gold in a thousand different forms from bracelets to rings, weapons from different tribes, valuable textiles, crowns of kings and queens. If it was worth something it was in here! 

“Impressive, huh?” Pride filled Razcal’s voice. 

“Worth the hour-long drop!” 

“We were falling for five seconds.” 

Cragger stood up and almost sank in the amount of riches, while Razcal flew above it all. 

“Okay, so did he put his stuff in a certain place or-” 

The raven flapped around studying each and every pile of treasure. Then he stopped, “Right here!” 

He began to pull out something that shimmered like a diamond as Cragger walked through the riches like he was walking through quicksand. When he reached Razcal he got a good look at Razar. 

He didn’t seem too bad. At least compared to Gorzan and Laval. Limbs intact despite a few scars, flesh on most of his body aside from his left foot and his stomach area. But other than that he looked just fine. Well as fine as a dead body can be trapped in ice with a look of horror on his face. 

“Alright,” Cragger pulled out the orb of fire chi. “You ready?” 

Razcal nodded and with that the croc plugged the chi in the harness.

All the shine… of a thousand jewels…

All the glitter and gold… his tribe steals… amongst the night sky

It will never be enough…

But the flesh… must have its way…

What a cage it can be… 

Life is one of… the greatest treasures… and here the raven’s treasure… was being stolen from him…

But what was this bright blind gold he was being given…

“Mmm… what?” He was in the vault, the glimmer of all the treasure was a bit too bright at the moment. As his eyes adjusted, he saw Razcal, his trademark calculated face stared at him with content.

Then he turned to see Cragger and squaked in horror!
“Ah!!” 

“Now I know it's a lot-” Cragger began, till he was interrupted with Razar saying, “How did you get into the vault?!”

“Oh.” The croc said. 

The Raven Prince turned to his trusty accountant. “I let him in. Because we had to find you. Also, your outfit is beautiful. It screams class.” Razcal snapped his fingers. 

He had to admit, it was pretty good. He had on a yellow tube top with gray pants, pockets running along the legs. He had a chain like belt around his waist, an orb of chi hung from it along with a small keychain that looked like a wing. 

“What has happened, my friends?” He asked, removing his mask in order to see better. The colors had changed from red with gray to yellow with gold accents. 

“Well, I think it’d be easier to explain to you and Worriz at the same time.” 

“Worriz?” His heart fluttered. 

“Yeah! He and you and… well all of us kinda died. So now we're getting the band back together!” Cragger said, throwing up some jazz hands. 

… 

Okay. Keep calm. A good thief always remains calm in sticky situations. But it was very hard to look over the fact that he died so-

“WHAT!?” He yelled, shooting up into the air in reflex. His wings felt so stiff, like they hadn’t been used in forever. 

Razcal flew up beside him and Razar noticed a few gray feathers shining amongst the black ones. 

“How long was I out?” His voice sounded almost broken, so unlike his usual attitude. 

“A long time… But don’t worry, we’ll help you. And the whole tribe is super excited to see you again!” Razcal beamed. 

“The tribe?” He whispered. At least they were all okay… Right? 

Razcal took his hands, (well, one of them, for the one with the hook he just held his wrists.) 

“I’ll be right there if you need any help.”

Razar gave him a grin of his own. “I’d appreciate that, Razcal.”

When the three of them reached the top of The Vault and opened the door they saw flames. Razar squawked at the sight but relaxed when he realized it was from the Raven Beast. Protecting the entrance from a couple of Hunters. 

“Alright, we got our bird boi! Let’s go!” Cragger yelled as he and Razcal mounted the Raven Beast.

“What about Worriz?” Razar yelled back, making his jaw hurt. It must have been cracked. 

In the distance, they heard howling. HIS howling. The sound was music to his ears. 

Cragger seemed to have heard it too. “There's your answer! Come on!” 

He had to win...

He had to...

Keep fighting... 

But... 

He can't do it...

Alone...

Worriz had no idea what was going on but what he did know is that he was trying to prevent his own head from falling off his shoulders as he, Windra, and Flinx rode on the Wolf Beast. 

At least he had a cool outfit on. 

A purple jacket with some gray fluff trailing along the neck and ends. A violet sort of dress and some boysenberry tights, and some black boots. He hated to admit it but he felt pretty good. Well other than the fact that his head was not attached to his shoulders which was pretty worrying. 

“So is no one going to explain to me what is going on!?” Worriz yelled once they were a good distance away from the junkyard and the hunters chasing them. (Which by the way, why were they in the junkyard and WHY WERE HUNTERS CHASING THEM?!) 

“We’ll explain when we reunite with the others after they get Razar!” Flinx explained. 

“Razar?” Worriz felt a smile tug at his face, despite himself. But wait if he looked like this then what did Razar look like? Or the others…? 

As if on cue, the sound of the Raven Beast cawing came from above. Soon they reached the Outlands and once they came to a clearing the Wolf Beast stopped to catch her breath as the three of them got off. As the Raven Beast lowered itself to the ground, Windra hugged him. 

“Oh!” Was all he said. Windra wasn’t someone who would show emotions often aside from anger. Had he really been gone for so long that it made one of the toughest, no-nonsense wolves in his tribe break down? 

What was going on?

When the Raven Beast landed, he heard Razar call his name. He turned and… WHAT WAS GOING ON? 

“Razar! Cragger! What?” Windra let him go, whipping a tear from her eye, as he walked closer to his friends. 

“We’ll explain. Don’t worry.” Cragger reassured him.

“What can I worry about!? Why do we look like we’ve crawled out of our own graves!” Worriz practically screeched. 

“I feel the same way. But I believe we must remain calm in moments like these, Worriz.” Razar said, taking his hand. 

Normally, he would be embarrassed that he was being vulnerable. But that was the last of his worries as he practically picked Razar up and hugged him with all his might. The raven returned the gesture, whispering gently in his ear, “Don’t worry. I’m right here.” 

-

“Okay, I think that’s everything! Any questions?” Cragger asked them. Razar and Worriz looked at each other then back at the smiling croc. The three of them walked through the Outlands towards the village so Cragger could catch them up on what they missed.

Windra and Razal went ahead with the Legend Beasts to tell their respective tribes the good news, while Flinx ran to find Gorzan and Laval. 

“Wait, so Gorzan and Laval are here too?” Worriz asked. 

Cragger nodded.

“Then where are they?” Razar questioned.

“They stayed behind to get a break. Honestly, Laval’s been stretching himself thin a bit with all these battles and stuff. I wanted him to rest for a bit, you know?” 

Cragger fiddled with his fingers as he thought about his friend. “So. Let's say- Hypothetically of course, someone like someone else and they were best friends and stuff and one like the other and they didn’t know how to ask them and they-”

Razar interrupted him. “You like Laval, huh?” 

Cragger’s jaw practically hit the floor when he turned to look at the wolf and raven’s knowing faces. 

“Is it that obvious!?” He asked.

“Yes.” They both said. 

“So should I ask him out?” 

“Yes.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yes.”

“Really?” 

“Yes!” 

“What if he says no and he hates me?”

“Look Cragger,” Worriz patted his shoulder. “Laval is a pretty good guy.”

“A little too good if you ask me.” Razar added. 

Worriz nudged him playfully. “So I doubt even if he says no, he will still care about you. I mean you did start a war and he still likes you!”

“You can’t miss this opportunity, my friend. Not everyone gets a second chance.~” Razar practically sang.

“Huh. Okay. Yeah! I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna ask him out!” Cragger yelled victoriously as the others cheered.

“Cragger!” 

Flinx burst through the deadly foliage, burning brightly in an attempt to protect himself from their fangs.

“Flinx, what's wrong?” He asked.

“It’s Laval!”

Chapter Text

The cub climbed onto the larger than life throne, as if it were a mountain he intended to conquer.

He could barely even get a good foothold on the step to his Dad’s throne. 

(It’ll be his throne someday!)

(Will it?)

So cold…

Once he was finally able to get up, he plopped down on the throne with a grin. Crossing his arms as he welled up with pride. 

As he nodded in satisfaction he heard clapping. 

“Daddy!” The young cub stretched out their tiny arms towards their caretaker. 

The King chuckled as he lifted his son up into the air. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Ugh. Dad, you tell me that all the time!” The cub groaned as the King placed him on his lap. 

“Yes. I do.” 

(Why did he look so sad?)

Why was it…

Cold…

“But you must remember that when you return.”

“Return?” The cub titled his head, curious as ever. 

The King patted the cub’s head. There wasn’t a single puff of red fur on it, not yet anyway.

(When I grow up, I’m gonna have the biggest mane! Just like dad!)

(But I do.) 

(What…)

Cold…

“I’m sorry you can’t stay here. I promise we’ll see each other again but you  have to keep going. Keep on living for them. And know when it’s all over, I’ll be here. And I’ll be proud of you, no matter what happens. As long as you try then I will be proud!” 

“What do you mean? Go? Go where? Dad?” The cub asked, taking his Dad’s hand. 

Cold…

His father smiled and the cub finally noticed all the others beside him. All the lions of his tribe. 

(Where they proud to?)

Longtooth. Leonidas. Lenox. Everyone.

(His family.) 

All giving him looks of reassurance,

Cold…

(Wait.)

that everything was going to be okay.

Cold…

(They we’re-)

Gone.

Warm…

“Dad!” Laval sobbed as he felt tears fall from his eyes. Lagravis pulled him close, softly patting his red mane as Laval hugged him with all his might. He had to make up for his missing arm after all.

Bright…

“Please… don’t… go…” he cried out in between sobs. His Dad lifted his check up, still giving him that reassuring smile. 

“We’ll be here for you.”

Burning…

Chapter Text

The moment Flinx explained the situation Cragger ran. 

Ran through the thick woods.

Ran past all the carnivorous plants.

Ran through the town and all of its inhabitants.

Ran straight to the Phoenix Temple. 

At one point he heard Plovar calling his name, but he ignored it. He ignored all of it. 

The logical part of his brain told him Laval would be fine. Chi wears off after a while so it would only make sense that the fire chi keeping them alive would. All they had to do was put in another orb and everything would be just fine. Laval would be up and would smile and hug him and they would be fine. 

That’s what his brain was telling him.

His heart however ached and begged and screamed at him to get to the Phoenix Temple. The feeling clouded the logical side of himself, the side tried to make him relax and slow down. That told him Laval would be okay. 

He welcomed the feeling with open arms. His brain would not claim glory over him today. 

Finally, he reached the temples many, many steps and swore that the moment he found out who built them would get their head bitten off. 

He kicked the door open and locked eyes with a very surprised Frax, who he grabbed by the shoulders. 

“Where’s Laval?!”

The two made just in time for Foltrax to finish making an orb of fire chi, looking a bit winded at the act. Gorzan stood beside the bed, looking like he had forgotten to stand properly as he was being supported by Lion Beast. 

In one corner sat The Whoosh, holding a young raven child on his lap along with Reegull, who was staring at the body in an extremely creepy manner that Cragger wanted to punch him in the face for. 

But right now, none of it mattered. Not Foltrax’s exhausted expression, not the questions Cragger had about Reegull and Whoosh being here. All that mattered was Laval, who laid on the bed still as a statue. 

At least he looked peaceful. But it still felt wrong. 

“Hey… you're just in time.” Foltrax gave Cragger a half-assed smile as he placed the orb of fire chi in Laval’s chest with no warning. 

There was a blinding light as Cragger shielded his eyes. A roar could be heard as it began to fade and Cragger looked up to see Laval, sitting up in the bed. 

The croc sighed in relief as the lion studied the room. His eyes shifted from Gorzan and the Lion Beast to Cragger. Then to Foltrax and the Whoosh and Reegull. They shifted briefly back to the Lion Beast before they turned back to Cragger and stayed there. 

“Hey bud. Sorry about what happened-” The croc mumbled as Laval jumped up from the bed and held him as tight as he could. All the words he would have said died in his throat as he stood frozen from the sudden affection.

“Cragger… “The way Laval said his name made him want to fall apart at the seams. In fact, if HIS chi died right here, right now as well he knew he would die happy in Laval's arms. 

“Well, do you feel any different?” Foltrax asked. 

Laval shifted away from Cragger, slightly breaking his heart a bit, and moved his arms and legs around.

“Not really. I did have a weird dream though.” 

Out of the corner of his eye, Cragger saw Reegull taking notes. Foltrax nodded. 

“Just make sure you have an extra orb of chi with you at all times. You should all probably take an extra to just in case. Let me just go see if we have anymore.” Foltrax left the room.

“Dudes, are you good?” Gorzan asked, leaning next to Laval in an attempt to give him a hug. Laval welcomed the gesture, leaning on the gorilla’s chest. 

“I’m fine, Gorzan. Just a little shaken after that.” 

Cragger held on to the two, finding it almost hilariously sad that when he was younger, he would have scoffed at the gesture. Calling it a sign of weakness and how he was too tough for these things. It’s funny how much war can change someone…

“Aww, how sweet. Now I would like to have a look inside the crocodile's skull please…” Reegull requested, ruining the moment. 

When they finally left Temple with a few bags of fire chi in hand, Worriz, Flinx, and Razar were waiting for them outside. Reegull and the Whoosh had already left to put Ruby to bed since it was way past her bedtime. 

“Dudes!” Gorzan shouted with joy, running towards them as Worriz’s and Razar’s faces paled.

“Gorzan? Are you okay…?” Worriz asked, unsure of what else to say.

“Totally, Dudes! Still willing to lend a hand, even if I don’t have one! Heh!” The wolf simply nodded as Razar nervously chuckled at his joke. 

“It’s good to see you two! How has being alive been so far?” Laval asked, with a smile.

“Quite enjoyable, though it was rather odd when our tour guide fled to see to your safety, yes?” Razar said, directing his gaze to Cragger. The crocodile prince chuckled. “Oh, uh. Sorry. Heh.”

Razar simply shrugged. “I believe it would be best to go see our loved ones.”

“Yeah, I wanna catch up with my wolf pack if we’ve really been gone for so long.” Worriz added. 

Cragger’s eyes drifted from them to Laval. “I guess I better-”

“Oh! I’ll give them a tour!” Gorzan announced. 

“You sure, Gorzan?” Laval asked and the gorilla nodded.

“Totally. It’d be good to catch up with you dudes while giving a tour of our groovy new home.” 

Worriz seemed a bit unsure at the offer but Razar took his arm and nodded.
“That would be lovely, my friend. We shall see you in a bit.” 

Gorzan playfully rubbed the top of his head on Laval’s arm making the lion laugh at the funny gester. 

“See you dudes later!” He said, as he led Worriz and Razar around. 

Flinx seemed unsure whether to follow, but slowly went towards the direction of the wolf and raven camps.

“You guys… good?” 

The two looked at each other, then nodded. 

“Okay! Cool!” He yelled and ran after the others. 

Cragger turned to Laval and couldn’t help but ask. “So what was that dream you had while you were dead?” 

Laval looked back at him, his glowing red eyes burning bright in the dark of the night. 

“I… I don’t…” He said the words softly that at first Cragger wasn’t even sure if he heard it or if it was just the wind.

“I don’t remember.” 

-

Flinx felt kinda bad. He really wanted to brag about how he used his super cool fire powers that he hadn’t used in a while to Wonald… but he was busy reuniting with his long dead adopted brother. 

While the other wolves had howled and cheered in respect for their leader's return, Wonald had run up to the wolf, sobbing and hugging the crap out of him. Worriz 'face was full of shock as his hands shot up into the air as if he was going down a ride. 

But slowly they lowered, and he held the weeping wolf tight, whispering reassurances. 

Razar’s reunion with his tribe was much different. As the birds soared up into the air, cheering and hugging their prince, with a few joking about how embarrassing it was that he hadn’t made a single coin since his death.

The two tribes celebrated together as they have grown very close over the years, what with helping each other out with hunting and conversing with others. It almost felt fitting that their leaders were in love. 

Flinx watched it all from the side lines, waiting for a chance to talk with Wonald. He would go chat with G’Loona but she was already in bed. It was probably best for him to wait for the morning to talk to both of them. 

He wandered away from the party and into the woods to think about what had happened. 

Flinx still had a little fire power in him, just enough to protect him from the deadly plants. But nowhere near enough to bring back his spark. 

He still remembered what it felt like when he still had it. The pride he had when his wings flared up with sparks. Shining so bright they could burn that saber tooth freak’s smirk right off. 

That's what he was going to do as he stalked over to his father as he was being held down but Hunters. 

“My ice shall reign eternal!” He yelled as Flinx stood by like a coward. How could he have been so stupid?

His father turned towards him, and gasped out desperately. “Flinx when the time comes you must succeed where I failed.” 

“Me? But I’m just a kid!” It felt sort of cruel in a way for his father to suggest that it was all up to him to fix everything. Maybe that wasn’t his intent, but he WAS just a kid! A selfish useless kid…

“Not today. Today you are the ninth phoenix.” That was the last thing his father had said to him and ten years later it still haunts him. 

As Fangar grinned that horrible grinn and raised his sword. 

“ Then I guess you are no longer needed.” 

From there it was all a blur. A blur he was almost thankful he had been gifted. But he did remember seeing flames burning the Hunters who fled from the scene as he simply stared in horror at Sir Fangar. 

Whether he was being hurt by the fire or not, he didn’t show it as he casually walked away from the body. 

…

If it wasn’t for Li'Ella and Tormak he would have fallen to his death as Cavora began to collapse. Everyday Flinx wondered what would happen if he had done something different. ANYTHING different. 

Maybe if he charged at the Saber Tooth. 

Maybe if he fell into the pit to complete the Illumination. If he knew that was what he had to do…

Maybe he should have taken everything more seriously. He was a thousand years old for blazes sake. 

But all the maybes he could think of couldn’t make it better. A “Maybe” doesn’t prevent his father’s death. It doesn't bring back the eight heros fully healed. It doesn't reverse ten years of wandering around Santuario, constantly being reminded of all he failed to be. 

At least… the “maybes” he used when talking about the past. 

Flinx hadn’t realized he had been heading towards the graveyard till he had almost ran into the eight heroe’s graves. 

He blinked back the tears as he wiped his nose. The flowers were beginning to wilt and the bread and treats offered were going stale. He wondered if they would still need them when this was over. Will Laval, Eris, Cragger, and all the others survive? It seemed even the other phoenix didn’t even know, the only expert left on the Illumination was his father. 

So he walked over to his grave. 

The statue put up in his honor so closely resembles his dad that it scared him. If he was still around, what would he do? He couldn’t help but remember how his father sounded so… defeated when they emerged from the gorge. How he was so ready to just give up…

“Hey, Dad. We're gonna try to do the Illumination again. So hopefully it’ll work this time…”

…

“Sometimes I wonder why you said those things. About the groundborn. About giving up. I know you were hurt but I still think it was wrong.”

…

“I do get it sometimes… But I’m sick of waiting for something to just suddenly take away all this pain and guilt.”

…

“I just *sniff* feel so useless sometimes… And I know this feeling won't go away. Until I die, I’ll have all this regret and bullshit! But I want to hope! I want to help them!”

… 

“This might sound mean. But I want to be better than you!”

…

“Because the tribes, they are not just ‘groundborn.’ They’re my friends! And I’m going to help my friends. I’m going to cling on to whatever hope or solution I can find. Even if it seems impossible!” 

…

“Because I’m going to hope. Until all infinite options are exhausted. Until all my friends and family are gone. Until I’ve used up every last bit of my power trying to get our home back. I’m going to hope and try until I’m wiped off the face of the earth!”

…

“That's my spark!” His wings blazin just like his passion as he yelled into the night. 

“So did they cause you any trouble?” Laval asked, as they placed the fire chi down in the living room. 

“Nah. They were probably too tired. Though Razar did contemplate doing a sort of attraction showing off our new… looks…” Cragger scratched his head, plopping down on the couch. It looked like something the eagles would have. Laval sat down right next to him, sighing in relief. 

“I still feel kinda tired.” He admitted. 

“Heh. So…” This was it. 

“I’ve had something I’ve been meaning to ask you something…” Cragger took Laval’s hand and took a deep breath. Even though he technically didn’t need air. 

“So, I know a lot of stuff is going on, but it feels like everytime I try to do this there is always stuff going on.”

Deep breath.

“Which is why I feel like I have to get this out now.”

Deep breath.

“Because I feel like if I wait any longer than it’ll be too late. Kinda like last time but worse.”

Deep breath. 

“So, Laval-”

Deep breath.

“DO YOU WANNA GO OUT WITH ME?!” Laval suddenly screamed in a tone that sounded like he was being murdered, making the croc jump. 

They stared at each other as the echo of what the lion had yelled went off throughout the house. 

Then Cragger began to laugh. “Oh, my Cavora, I was trying so hard and you just- BAH HA HA HA HA! I’ve been wanting to ASK! HA HA HA!” He fell off the couch and rolled on his back in a fit of laughter. Laval soon started giggling himself as he watched him. 

“Heh. Ha HA! I- I’m sorry! I just- AH HA HA HA!” 

They stayed like that for a bit. Laughing at each other, at the situation, at themselves. It really broke the odd tension. 

When it slowly died down, Laval reached out a hand towards his best friend. Cragger took it. 

“I would love to, by the way.” The cheeky crocodile said. 

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Laval stumbled into the kitchen, tired from last night.

In which he met his idol, who has a mad scientist husband, died again, got Razar and Worriz back, and now he's dating his best friend. Damn, a lot can happen in one night.  

Razar was already sitting at the table, smugly enjoying a cup of tea. “You look rather pleased, my friend.” 

Laval grinned despite himself, tapping his claw against the metal of the Fire Wings. It was sort of odd how he was the only one so far, whose outfit resembled the phoenix’s the most. Everyone seemed to be dressed up in their own style while he… was not. It didn't help that he had to keep it on his person 24/7 or else he’ll return to a not so dreamless sleep. Even in bed. 

Everyone else got comfortable necklaces and belts (though Laval wasn’t sure if he wanted to sleep with a chain around his waist like Razar must have) while he had on full chest plate! Sure, he’d sleep with one on during wars sometimes, but a break would be nice. 

“Did you and Worriz stay the night?” He asked, avoiding the thought. 

Razar nodded. “I am very happy to see my tribe again, but I feel like I need some time to myself. Especially after learning of my Father’s passing…”

“Oh…”

The raven stirred the spoon in his cup, all the smug and confident energy gone as he stared at the liquid. Laval grabbed some bread and put it in the toaster as he thought about what to say. Honestly, sorry felt like a lame response, speaking from experience. But Razar seemed to say it as best he could. 

“Well, he’s in a better place than we are now. I’m almost jealous.”

“Uh… what?” 

“Did Cragger ask you out yet?”

 Laval chuckled nervously. “Yeah. We have plans to go out sometime. Soonish. By the way did you feel that sort of… I don’t know… feeling? Last night. Like another light just- spawned?” 

Razar nodded. “It didn’t feel like the others, yes? Perhaps one of the phoenixes?”

“Hmm. Li’Ella did tell me that phoenix can share each other’s emotions. Maybe that's why we can feel each other’s lights.”

Laval took his toast once it popped out of the toaster, put some jam on it, and contemplated their new powers. Could they do all the things phoenixes can do? So far, he was able to fly and shoot fire from his hands. So, could they do other things, maybe even learn how to tell the future like Eris could? 

“I just have one question, my friend.” Razar began as Laval took a bite of his breakfast.

“Why are you the only one in Phoenix-like attire?” The alway observant raven practically read his mind.

*Knock, knock, knock*

Thank the Beasts.

“Welp, I should answer that!” He practically cheered as he headed downstairs, toast in hand. Razar followed with his cup of tea, curious to who it was.

Laval opened the door and the two were greeted by Scorm, still wearing his golden helmet but now dawning a sort of green sweater with gold-colored scorpions stitched along the sleeves.  

“I propose a truce.” He put up his right hand for Laval to shake. 

“Uh... Okay.” Laval finished the rest of his toast and shook it awkwardly. Razar continued to sip his tea, still bitter about his beast being mind controlled to steal golden chi for the scorpion tribe.  

“Now that we’ve got that settled, I have something I must tell you.” Scorm began as he walked into Laval’s house, uninvited. 

“I have grown in my time after the war. Learning and doing things and growing.”

“You already said that.” Razar said. 

Scorm ignored him as he continued. 

“When I learned of your deaths from the refugees coming into our territory, I was not sure how to feel. If you recall, I complained about how you were always helping people. And there I was. Faced with a group of people who were in desperate need of help.” 

A small seed of empathy planted itself in Laval’s head, happy to hear that maybe Scorm had changed. Then he kept talking. 

“There were also too many of them to take out all at once, so we had no choice.” 

“I see.” Laval rolled his eyes.

“But!” He stopped his pacing and pointed at the lion, not noticing Gorzan heading downstairs to watch the show, banana in foot?

“I have always felt sorry for you.”

“For… me…” Laval pointed at himself. 

Scorm threw his hands up in the air with an exaggerated sigh. “Yes, YOU! Your lives are exhausting! No wonder you used to fight all the time, I can barely find any common ground with Spinlyn and Braptor, much less your tribes. And then taking care of… these… BODIES! I may not remember much about being a regular scorpion, but I do remember not needing to brush my teeth, floss, and shower. Like, I have to do these things EVERYDAY! What is this?!”

“Yeah, okay. Is this all you came to tell me?” Laval asked as the scorpion king continued to pace and rant. 

Scorm turned back to the lion. “Well, no. I was told to tell you that your uncle is here.” 

“WHAT?!” 

-

Everyone had assumed Lavertus was dead when they began rebuilding their home.

After all, it had been over a week, and no one had seen him since the battle at the Lion Temple. Not even Li’Ella and Tormak, who were constantly searching for refugees. 

Then one day he just showed up. No warning. Still wearing his Shadowind attire. But now dawning a few more scars and makeshift bandages. 

He didn’t say anything when paramedics properly tended to his wounds. 

He didn’t say anything when he was bed ridden for weeks to heal a few broken bones. 

And he didn’t say anything when he went back to his house, the moment he was given the clear to leave bed. His home was left untouched out of respect for the assumed to have been dead lion as the town was rebuilt a few miles away from it. 

As days passed with no one hearing anything from the lion royal, Tormak immediately feared the worst. He remembers the hopeless feeling he had when he lost his fellow Tunnel Cats, and he knew that grief could take many forms and can make you do dangerous things to yourself if left unchecked. 

So, he decided to head over to check on the lion himself. He had been told by a few of the royal families, Lavertus was already losing it a little bit due to his exile, so he didn’t want the lion to fall any deeper into despair alone. 

When he arrived, he was not expecting his front lawn to look like the raven's junkyard. He stared in shock at all the speedors littering the area, ones from practically almost every tribe in Chima! 

Many had their lights bashed in, scrapes on the side, were chipped or broken wheels. He even saw one that was somehow sawed in half, that looked like it had belonged to a peacock. 

As he stared at the wreckage, the doors to the lair opened to reveal Lavertus himself. The lion was wearing a ripped robe that looked like it belonged to one of the lion elders, but it had a few stitches and stains along it. 

“Good, you're here.” He said, as if he knew Tormak was coming and handed the panther a box of tools. 

He led him to his garage where a few speedors were already fixed up. A few that Tormak even recognized…

“Now let's get to work!” Lavertus yelled with a disturbing amount of joy.  

From there an odd friendship began. 

Tormak would visit Lavertus’s lair, often bringing him food, water, and all the other things he needed to live. While also helping rebuild a lot of vehicles that he or Li’Ella had recovered from Chima. 

While they worked, they began to chat about things like the growing village, what their lives were like before the war (though Lavertus didn’t talk too much about it till much later though), and just how they were feeling. 

It felt nice in a way to have someone to lean on when the burdens of the past were too much to bear alone. As these conversations would often lead into the night and Lavertus would insist that he stayed with him. Usually, he would just sleep in the guest room but sometimes he would sleep in Lavertus’s bed allowing the slow heartbeat of his companion carry him to sleep. 

Others would stop by to visit the hermit of a lion as he didn’t like visiting the village often.

Some came to get their newly fixed speedors and others even came by to help. Windra and Rinona being one of his most frequent helpers as they contributed to much bigger projects like the rhino’s truck or eagle and raven jets. 

With the help of Frax and Firox, he even was able to fix up the Phoenix’s Flame Bastion that rested on top of their new temple. (Even though they didn’t use it too often, there wasn’t anywhere they could fly without being at risk of being shot down or getting the engine eaten by plants.) He even helped build and fix up some weapons. 

It seemed that after all the loss, Lavertus just sort of threw himself into work. But that was sort of the problem. 

He began to struggle with taking care of himself, often going days without sleeping or eating which didn’t help his growing temper. Tormak had to constantly remind him to do these things, making him home cooked meals, and practically forcing him to go to bed. 

Not to mention how his mane grew so long and wild it practically reached to his waist! Every time Tormak helped comb the wild thing it would be full of knots and tangles, along with the occasional screw or potato chip. But Lavertus refused to cut it much to the Panther’s confusion. 

He would also exercise with Lavertus in order to keep his possible depression in check, it was good for your body and your brain after all. (And no, he would not occasionally be getting a glimpse of the lion's abs.) Now if only he could get him to burn that damn robe.  

“I almost feel bad we waited this long…” Li’Ella expressed as they rode to the lion’s lair.

“It was best for Laval to get adjusted before he met his uncle again.” Tormak answered as they arrived. 

But Laval would apparently have to wait a little longer as Lavertus had passed out hunched over his speedor, tools still in hand. 

“Should… we wake him up?” Li’Ella asked. 

“No. He needs this.” Tormak objected. 

Once they dragged the sleepy to an actual bed, they each took up a guest room, and slept till morning so they could drag Lavertus back to Santuario. 

Well, Li’Ella did. 

Tormak woke up halfway through the night due to the very lion they came to fetch.

Trying to choke him to death. 

The Panther grabbed his axe and hit the lion in the head with the butt of his weapon. Lavertus let him go, rubbing his head while groaning in pain with one hand and about to strike with the other. But Tormak took this opportunity to grab him by the wrist before he could strike.

“It's just me, Lavertus!” He yelled, snapping the lion back to reality.

“Oh, Tormak!” Lavertus did a small clap once the tiger let him go, happy to see his best friend had come to visit. 

“Sorry for not letting you know ahead of time.” Tormak sighed. He knew Lavertus was still a little jumpy after everything that happened. One time he almost smashed the tiger's head in with a hammer after Tormak accidentally bumped into him in the workshop. 

Lavertus shrugged. “Well, if you wanted somewhere to spend the night you could always come into my room.” He purred, giving his panther companion bedroom eyes as he leaned closer.

Tormak rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that's not what I’m here for.”

“Okay!” The lion perked up like a sunflower in the warm sunlight. 

“But… there is something that we must show you back at the village. It’s very important.”
“Oh.” All that joy was gone as Lavertus deflated like a balloon. 

“I know going there is a little hard for you… but trust me when I tell you that you have to come back for this. It’s VERY important.” 

Lavertus gave him a skeptical look. “And what's so important that you can’t tell me NOW?” 

“You’ll have to trust me.” 

Lavertus stared at Tormak’s poker face before grinning mischievously. 

“Okay but I want snuggles!” And with that Lavertus tackled the panther to the bed holding him tight.

“ACK! Lavertus you smell.” 

“The dirt keeps me warm.” 

“Just put on more clothes!” 

“Aren’t you supposed to tell me to take OFF my clothes.”

“We’re getting rid of that robe then.” 

-

Laval was a little glad everyone else came along, because if he went alone, he wasn’t sure if he could stand up on his own two feet. His hands were shaking, his feet were shaking, his whole body was shaking as he nervously waited in the phoenix temple for his Uncle to arrive. 

But no matter how much support his friends provided him, whether it be physical or emotional he was practically ready to fall to his knees with joy the moment he saw his uncle. 

Lavertus didn’t even notice him at first when he walked into the room. As he was nagging at Tormak and Li’Ella to stop messing with his (HUGE!) mane (which also had a few white and gray strikes. It almost made him look like his dad...) He wore black baggy pants and a dark blue sweater with light brown fur lining the neck and sleeves. 

“Tormak! Please! My mane is the least of… my… worries…” Lavertus stared at the gang with eyes full of… shock? Horror? A lot of questions? Laval took a deep breath.

“Hi, Shado- Lavertus- I mean- Uncle Lavertus.” Laval said. His Uncle gasped, slightly backing away from him even though he was already a few paces away from him. 

“I… I know this is all intense. I don’t know how much Tormak told you…” Laval continued, putting his hands up as if to show he was unarmed. 

From the way Lavertus’s eyes darted from Tormak to Laval it properly wasn’t much. 

“But I… I…” Why is it so easy to lose his voice nowadays? He missed when he was able to easily give out inspirational hope speeches. 

But Cragger taking his hand brought all his confidence back as he took another breath and kept going. 

“I’m just so happy to see you again!” Laval blurted out with all his heart. “I… don’t know what else to say other than I missed you and-” 

He never finished his sentence as his Uncle engulfed him in a hug. He felt Cragger let go of his hand as Lavertus swung the lion around, laughing and crying as he held his nephew tight. “It’s you! It’s you!” He cried as Laval began to laugh along, holding on tight. 

Gorzan hooted at the sight. Razar couldn’t contain his excitement as he flew into the air just to spread his wings a little. While Cragger wasn’t too fond of the Lavertus he was happy to see the two reunited. Tormak stood back hugging his daughter who began to tear up. 

And Worriz would deny ever having shed a tear at the reunion.

When he was done, Lavertus gently placed his nephew down. “How?” He practically choked out. 

“Fire Chi, Fire wings, and Li’Ella.” Laval answered. 

“Ha. I don’t know- I’m so happy you're here!” Then he really looked at the young lion. “Even if you’re not in one piece.” 

“Ha! I’ll be fine, or will I? Well, I know I will since I have you and all my friends here.” 

Lavertus practically fell apart at his nephew’s use of his catchphrase, hugging Laval all over again. The young lion welcomed the embrace, happy to have another piece of his family again.

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The return of Lavertus’s nephew was the greatest thing to happen to him since… well… forever. 

He didn’t care that he looked like he just emerged from a cemetery, he was here! He was alive! Walking and talking and holding him close. Along with all of his other friends. Well, most of them anyway. Apparently, the others were still in need of rescue from their own slumber. 

If that was the case, then Lavertus knew the perfect gift for them!

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting guests today.” Lavertus apologized for the state of his workshop, but the others stared in awe. Tormak and Li’Ella had stayed behind to fetch Rinona and the rhino beast. 

“Woah! Dude, this place is awesome!” Gorzan shouted, admiring all the broken speedor parts and tools.

“So much that can be observed from the comfort of my hand that will go into my pocket for a quick moment.” Razar said. 

“Hmm. Seems like just a bunch of junk.” Worriz mumbled. 

“Then I guess you wouldn’t want THIS useless junk.” Lavertus declared as he opened the doors to his secret garage. 

The five of them stared in amazement at-

“OUR SPEEDORS!” Laval and Cragger gasped, each of them running up to their respective vehicles. 

When Lavertus recovered each of the eight heroes speedors, no one had claimed them as the sight of the abandoned rides simply reminded many of their riders. 

But instead of locking them away, the lion had fixed up any damage done to them, polished them daily, making sure they were in tip top shape. As if their owners would eventually return…

Well, it’s a good thing he did! Along with using them as practice for a few updates. 

“Damn, have I missed this!” Cragger said, starting up his speedor. He chuckled as the engine roared to life. 

“I gave all of them boosters, some lighter weapons but with more of an edge, and I even added some cup holders!” Lavertus explained.
“Uh… dude. Do you think you can add something so I can- you know?” Gorzan asked, gesturing to his armless shoulders. 

Lavertus nodded with a smile. “I could add some possible attachments so it’s easier for you to control. But I have been working with the gorilla and raven tribe on some arm prosthetics, if you’d like to try them out.” 

“Really! That would be totally groovy, dude!” 

As Lavertus led Gorzan to his workshop, Laval rode up next to Cragger. 

“Race ya!” He challenged and sped off. Cragger gave chase, cackling along. 

Worriz was about to follow suit before Razar stopped him. 

“Let's let them have this.”  

-

They zoomed around the Outlands, avoiding killer plants with ease thanks to their fire powers. 

“Even after 10 years I’m still faster than you Fur Boy!” Cragger teased.

“You wish, you Mud Lover!” Laval teased back. 

The two giggled and zipped around aimlessly, just the way they liked it. 

At least until they both tripped on a knocked over log. The two shoot into the air, landing in a nearby bush that luckily cushioned their fall. They emerged cackling like children.

“Just like old times.” Laval chuckled. 

“Yeah! When things get back to normal, I’m gonna make sure I win the next speedor race.”

It felt like a lie in a way, that everything would be the same after it all. One that they both wanted to buy. 

“Ha, ha! Not if I bet you first!” Laval taunted playfully. 

So, they took that lie and rolled with it. 

-

Lavertus had one more gift. One that should never have been his to give.

He did not deserve to grant him the honor, the legacy, the memories bound to this single object.

It should have been his baby brother…

But he will have to do it instead. 

“I hope you know you're going to a better home. I know he’ll take good care of you. Don’t worry.” He whispered to it. 

He emerged from his lair, Cragger and Laval returning just in time. 

“Whoa! Gorzan, you got new arms!?” Cragger shouted at the gorilla as he chatted with Worriz and Razar. 

“I know, Dude! I can hug now!” Gorzan yelled back, hugging the unexpecting raven and wolf as if to prove his point. 

“Guh- Will you stop that!” Worriz growled as he broke free from Gorzan’s hold, Razar struggling to do the same. The prosthetics looked similar to that of the gorilla mechs, and while not perfect, still completed the task of being arms that can grab and hold things.

“Alright, Skittle Squad I think it’s time we go grab someone else. Especially since we got our speedors back!” Cragger suggested.

Laval nodded in agreement. 

“Before you go… Laval…” Lavertus began as he got the young lion's attention. 

“I believe this should be yours.” 

Laval’s eyes grew wide at the object in his hands.

The others gasped recognizing said object as Lagravis’s crown. 

“How…” Laval barely whispered, despite the fact that he could easily assume how. 

“I think he would want you to have it. I know he would be so proud of you.” Lavertus said, as he placed the object on Laval’s head. It fit like a glove.  

The young prince touched the crown, almost tempted to take it off. Did he really deserve this? A small part of him told him he was a fool to think that someone as broken and as reckless as him should never wear this crown. It was a voice that clawed at his brain like an itch but was as soothing as a siren song. As if luring him into its trance. 

But he turned to look at his friends and that trance didn’t seem so enticing. 

They didn’t stare at the crown placed atop his head. They looked at him. Laval the lion, returned from the dead just like the rest of them to fix what they had failed to do. Their leader, their friend…

He grinned and hugged his uncle with all his might, Lavertus doing the same. 

“He is.” Laval whispered. 

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This should have been easy.

Five of them were revived, speedors in hand, Flinx was apparently getting his spark back again, and they had Rinona and the Rhino Beast with them as they headed towards the rhino’s quarry. But it seemed that as they gained more allies, Sir Fangar increased the number of enemies they had to encounter. 

Case and point: The ice bears tearing up the place in the quarry. 

Luckily, they had a plan. Which funnily enough didn’t involve speedors. (But they kept them in the truck just in case.)

“YO! ICE FREAKS! UP HERE!” Every pair of eyes that belonged to an ice bear turned to Cragger’s voice. Laval, Cragger, and Razar flew above the heads of the snow-white bears, taunting them with insults and puns.

Gorzan fidgeted with his “new arms” from inside the rock flinger atop the quarry as he stared down at the snow-white bears. They stopped flipping over rocks and smashing into caves and began to chase after the three winged warriors. Too distracted by the glowing light of their wings to notice the (in his opinion) poorly camouflaged vehicle. Once it looked like all the bears left, Rinona hit the pedal to the metal and sped down the quarry as fast as she could. 

Once they reached the bottom Gorzan, Flinx, and Worriz exited Rinona’s rock flinger. The rhino beast right behind them. 

“I’ll stay in the driver’s seat in case we need a quick escape.” Rinona yelled to the others. 

Flinx brandished his sword as he looked around for enemies just in case, Worriz doing the same as he sniffed the air for any signs of life. 

Were the ice dudes… alive? Well, he and his buddies weren’t so… 

“Do you know exactly where Rogon is?” Flinx asked, breaking his train of thought. 

Gorzan looked around at the wreckage before closing his eyes and focusing on that light. 

Worriz must have done the same because he said exactly what he was thinking. “He’s underground.” His rough voice almost breaks as he points at the spot. 

Then we must dig. 

The rhino beast declares as he begins to do just that with his horn. Worriz and Gorzan join in as Flinx went back to the truck to see if there was a shovel. 

“Oh! Dude! This is just like that time when we were saving everyone from that bummer trophy room.”

Worriz growled at the memory, shaking his head. “How is that anything like this?” He gestured to the ground.
“Well, we’re working together again! Though this time WE are doing the mission while everyone else is the distraction.”

Worriz grumbled in reluctant agreement as he continued digging. 

“Oh, dude. You're such a-” Gorzan’s jaw dropped as he stared at what or rather WHO was here. 

“What is-” Worriz blinked as he saw Rubiz fluttering around the quarry, seemingly searching for something. 

“Wha! Flinx!” Gorzan grabbed the phoenix’s attention as he stood up and headed towards the young raven. 

“HOW DID SHE GET HERE? DID SHE FOLLOW US?” Flinx yelled a bit too loud to Gorzan’s liking, dropping the shovel he had. 

“I guess so, dude! But why!?” 

Rubiz stood atop a boulder, looking down at the two daring to approach her. Worriz and the Rhino Beast continued to dig but stared at the scene playing out before them. 

“Uh… Rubiz…” Flinx said in an uncertain tone. “Why don’t you come down and go back to the truck! It’s really dangerous here and I’m sure Rinona would appreciate the company…”

Rubiz continued to stare as she fiddled for something inside her shawl, finally pulling out a clear bottle with some pink liquid inside. The sight immediately made Flinx panic as he raised his shaking hands in the air.

“No, no, no, no, no. Rubiz. Rubiz! Please! We don’t want a repeat of last time! Especially NOT HERE!” Gorzan stared at Flinx and whispered, “What happened last time?” 

Apparently, Rubiz was happy to answer his question as she threw the bottle down and chaos ensued. 

The liquid exploded into a sort of pink mush, Grozan and Flinx trapped knee deep in the stuff. 

The two struggled to get out as the little raven girl fled from their sight. 

“Not happy!” Gorzan whined as attempted to yank his foot out, only to lose his balance and fall deeper in the stuff. Flinx attempted to fly out, but his wings were still too small.

(Even after all these years, he STILL CAN’T FLY)

Then he snapped his fingers as an idea popped into his head. “Wait, we can just burn this stuff!” Flinx said, already starting a fire before Gorzan could respond. A small pinch of panic zipped through the gorilla till he remembered he was fireproof. The flames seemed to do the trick as the goop soon burned away till there was nothing left of it. Gorzan quickly got back to his feet and ran back to Worriz and the Rhino Beast, turning his head back and forth in search of Rubiz. 

Luckily, they had finally gotten Rogon out of the dirt, their frozen ice cube of a friend trapped with an uncharacteristic look of horror on his face. 

“No sign of that kid?” Worriz asked. 

“Nope. That little bird is crazy. Let’s just plug in the chi before-”

He was interrupted by the sound of a horrid roar coming from atop the quarry as the ice bears returned. He saw the others attempting to defend and prevent the bears from going down any further but it was three against a TON of bummer bears. 

Gorzan pulled out an orb of fire chi and plugged it into Rogon’s harness before any other bummer things could happen.

He wasn’t too… smart… but… 

He knew… when he failed…

And he failed… 

Rogon opened his eyes, and grinned at the four looking down at him. 

“Dude!” Gorzan said, going for a hug.

“Bro!” Rogon said in excitement, noticing his gorilla friend’s new arms.

“Why- How on Earth did you acquire such immaculate cybernetic extensions?” Rogon asked, as the Rhino Beast nudged his head like a loving parent. 

Then he really looked at Worriz and Gorzan. Then at himself. 

It was similar to the outfit he wore before the phoenix and fire chi only now he had on a black tank top. A belt now holding an orb of white chi in his harness. Also, his right leg was missing and so was most of his horn. 

Which he remembered… having earlier. 

His brain tried to calculate the logical conclusions for all of this. The part of his brain that had been enhanced by the rhino beast's gift of intelligence told him the truth. But the part of his brain that liked to smash rocks, play around with his friends, and do other dumb and fun stuff refused to believe. There was no way they really… died?

But the state of his home frozen over said otherwise. 

“Sorry, dude.” Gorzan said sympathetically, patting his back. 

“And sorry to interrupt the reunion but we still have ice bears headed straight for us!” Worriz shouted.

“But we still need to find Rubiz!” Flinx replied.

The Rhino Beast grunted.

I shall escort the calf to the truck. Find the hatchling. 

Gorzan helped Rogon climb atop the legend beast as Worriz sniffed around for Rubiz. The pounding sound of the ice bear’s footsteps echoing in their ears as they searched in vain. 

“Okay I think I smell her somewhere over there.” Worriz pointed to a sort of cave that seemed to have something glimmering inside. 

Before anyone could react or even head towards the cave, a sword flew straight towards them like a boomerang. While Gorzan and Flinx were able to duck in time, Worriz was not so lucky as the sword flew straight towards his neck. Severing the stitches keeping his head connected to his neck and sending it flying. 

Worriz screamed in annoyance rather than fear, while Gorzan and Flinx watched in shock as his head rolled towards the direction of the cave. 

Worriz’s now headless body attempted to follow suit. 

 “Uh.” Was all Flinx had to say to that as the ice bears grew closer. 

“I’ll go get them, Dude! Help out everyone else out!” Gorzan yelped, taking Worriz’s headless body by the hand as he ran to the cave. 

When they reached the entrance, Gorzan groaned at how deep and dark it was, summoning his fire wings to light up the cave. 

“Dude! Dudeette! Are you two down here?!” Gorzan yelled, looking down below. He gasped as he saw bars of gold and silver piled up at the bottom, while Rubiz tried to stuff as much as she could in a small knapsack that was starting to overflow. How in Chima did she know about this? And how did the rhinos have so much of it?

“Get me OUT OF HERE!” Worriz’s head yelled, as it lay on its side. 

Gorzan looked behind him to see the state of the battle. Laval, Cragger, and Razar defended the truck with their respective weapons while the legend beast blasted the bears with its fire. Rogon watched it all with a calculated expression. 

With all the bears distracted, Gorzan flew down, holding Worriz’s body bridal style. When he reached the bottom, he ran over to Worriz’s head and gave it back to his body. Then he turned to Rubiz.

“Little dudette! We gotta go.” He kneeled down, holding out his hands so he could carry her out. But she instead handed him her bag of riches, as if assuming he was trying to help her nab as much silver and gold as she could.
“No, dudette! Come on!” He slung the bag over his shoulder and picked her up. She didn’t fight him, instead holding another bar of gold as if it were a plush toy. 

Gorzan flew out of the cave, Worriz right behind them with his head in hand. 

They flew above the heads of the ice bears and into the truck, Laval, Cragger, and Razar doing the same.

Some ice bears tried to follow but were stopped in their tracks when Rubiz threw more of that pink goop stuff. Gorzan chuckled as the bears stuggled to get out of the same stuff he was just in.

"Nice one dudette." He said to the young raven.

When they entered the truck, Cragger spoke for all of them when he yelled “DRIVE!” 

And Rinona sped out of the quarry, the legend beast right behind them as he blasted fire at any ice bears that tried to attack. The blasted out of the quarry, straight into the Outlands. Not stopping till they reached the center of town, forcing many to jump out of the way of the giant truck barreling through. 

Everyone was panting as they just sat in the truck rethinking everything that had just happened. Everyone except for Rubiz who was already trying to take her bag of goodies out the door. 

As the others went to reunite Rogon with his tribe, Gorzan and Laval went to drop Rubiz off at Reegull and Don de la Whoosh’s house.

 Reegull answered it, distracted by an odd weapon like contraption he was tinkering with. But when he saw Rubiz in Gorzan arms he dropped the machine on the floor, not out of shock but to take Rubiz from Gorzan.  

“Raiabelarubiza, where have you been?!” He scolded the young raven, who simply shrugged, unfaced. 

“That’s her full name?!” Laval asked. 

“It was Don’s idea.” Reegull said, putting one hand on his hip while the other held Rubiz. 

“Well, she snuck on the truck while we were saving Rogon and found this.” Laval handed him the sack of gold and silver.

Reegull peaked inside and his beak dropped, his eyes widened at the sight. He looked at the two then back at the sack and then at Rubiz who looked a little sleepy. 

The alchemist then slammed the door in their faces, much to their annoyance. 

Laval sighed. “Let's go to that rhino party.”

Chapter Text

The rhino party was wild.

Even though the Rhino beast gave all the rhino’s intelligence that doesn’t mean they didn’t still enjoy doing things like play fighting, smashing rocks, and dancing. 

The tribe blasted (mostly rock) music and celebrated the return of Rogon, Laval happily cheered along and even smashed a few rocks of his own throughout all the excitement. 

(He wished he didn’t use his head though, as he rubbed his forehead from the pain.) 

But having a party every single day can be exhausting. Something Cragger must have noticed after the millionth time the lion prince had yawned. 

“Wanna ditch?” He asked, wrapping his arm around Laval’s shoulder. 

“Hmm. Yeah. I think it’s time for bed.” 

The two said their goodbyes to the tribe and the rest of their friends, told Rogon that if he’d like he could stay over at their house for a bit (he seemed to like that idea), and headed home. 

Other than the ongoing party, all the lights in town were out. Leaving the young couple to head home by the light of the chi in their chests. 

At least at first… 

Cragger stumbled a little, his knees falling to the floor. Laval let a “whoa” escape his lips as he tried to help Cragger get back to his feet.

“Are you okay?” Laval said, soft but clear. But he knew what was coming. He knew before Cragger even said a word as his fading green eye met his. 

“I… feel kinda cold…” Cragger's voice was soft but clear as his fire chi finally died out. 

Leaving Laval all on his own. 

Ok. Ok. Fucking focus.

Laval picked up his dead unconscious boyfriend and carried him piggyback style back home. 

He just needs an orb of fire chi. He just needs an orb of fire chi. He just needs an orb of fire chi. He just needs an orb of fire chi. He just needs an orb of fire chi. 

He repeats these words over and over again as he begins to run.

He just needs chi. That's all. He’ll be fine. He can be brought back.

 When he finally reaches the house, he kicks in the door, not caring about the damage and frantically searches for the bags of fire chi they got from the temple. They’re not in the kitchen, not in the living room, and there's none in anyone's room. (He might get scolded for snooping but that wasn’t important at the moment!) 

The entire time he carried around Cragger’s limp form on his back, doing his best to search while keeping him at his side.

He finally found the bag fire chi in a closet. It spilling out like marbles as he frantically ripped it open, with Laval almost slipping over the mess as he stood up and grabbed an orb. He ran to his and Cragger’s room, plopped Cragger down on the bed, and plugged one in.

The croc growled to life as the chi returned him to the land of the living, the glow of a green light returning to his necklace. 

Laval took a breath, feeling as if he had stopped breathing the moment Cragger did. 

The crocodile prince got up and readjusted himself, moving his hands and legs on the bed. Till he sat crisscrossed and looked at the lion prince.

“Hi. I guess my chi ran out, huh?” 

Laval collapsed in his arms, releasing another sigh of relief as he hugged the croc until his bones ached. The two scooted closer to the pillows, resting their heads down, then held each other tight. (Neither commented on how hard they were shaking.) 

Laval removed his new crown and put it on the table next to the bed, before nuzzling his head against Cragger’s chest. 

“That was horrible. Thank you so much for not being dead today.” His muffled voice reached the crocodile prince’s ears, Cragger stoked the lion’s bright red mane in return. “I should be thanking you for plugging in some chi.”

“Of course!” Laval met Cragger’s eyes. “How am I supposed to win that speedor race against you if your dead?” 

Cragger scoffed. “As if. I’m gonna reclaim my winning streak with you right beside me.” He nuzzled his nose against Laval’s, who chuckled in return. 

They laid in silence, snuggling against one another, simply enjoying each other's company.  

Laval almost let's sleep whisk him away as he begins to close his eyes. 

“Hey, Laval?”

“Hmm?” He hums in acknowledgement. 

“I have an idea for a date!” Cragger whispers with excitement. Laval can’t help but smile, eyes still closed as he whispers back, “What is it?” 

“Well, it’s a surprise! We can do it tomorrow if you like. Maybe before we go get Bladvic?” 

Laval opens one scarlet eye, staring lovingly at Cragger’s lime green one. 

“Whatever it is, I bet it will be lovely.”

-

“Okay, the door is broken but welcome dude!” 

Gorzan stretches out his arms as the four of them walk into the main room. Rogon looked around with curiosity, stomping around on a new metal peg leg to replace his foot. Razar and Worriz right behind them. 

“There is so much space here, dude! We got enough rooms for all of us upstairs, a giant kitchen, an even GIANTER dining room, and a few nice bathrooms.” Gorzan explains to Rogon as they look at it all in awe. 

“Bro! This is incredible! I could fit so many rocks here!” The rhino, back to his usual self now that he was far away from his legend beast, shouted with excitement. “I’m gonna pick out my room!” He yelled, stomping up the stairs. 

Razar squawked as the rhino recklessly opened doors, “Don’t touch my stuff!” He yelled, flying after him. 

Gorzan chuckled, about to follow the pair till Worriz’s voice stopped him. 

“Hey, Gorzan. I… uh…” The wolf sheepishly began. “I just want to say thank you for your help back there. With the whole.” He pointed at his newly stitched up neck. “You know?”

Gorzan smiled warmly. “Don’t mention it, dude! I mean, you can’t save the world unless your head is still on straight.”  

He chuckled at his own little joke, earning him Worriz’s own smile. 

Worriz nodded in agreement, eyeing the prosthetic arms on Gorzan’s shoulders as they jumped along with his giggles. 

“Do you think I’ll still need them? I mean if we do this illumination thing will we still be… undead?” Worriz shrugged, unsure if he was using the right word.

“I’ll just be happy if we survive. I can’t imagine everyone mourning for us all over again after it all.” 

“Yeah… It’s a scary feeling. Don’t tell anyone I said that.” Worriz growled out the threat but Gorzan responded to it with a smile. 

“It’s okay to be scared, dude! You always got us! Know that whatever it is you need to tell us, we’ll be here for you.”

Worriz finally met Gorzan’s kind eyes, his own a little watery from the gorilla’s little speech. 

He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, mumbling a soft “Thanks” that did not go unheard. 

“Well, I better get to bed.” The wolf began strutting up the stairs not wanting to make this conversation anymore awkward as it is. Gorzan followed him till they reached their respective rooms.

“Night, dude!” 

“Goodnight, Gorzan.” 

-

It was the fact that he had his arm back that clued Laval in on the fact that this was all a dream. The floating fish and odd color of the sky also helped him reach this conclusion. But it felt so vivid as he walked throughout the village. He explored the vividness with almost child-like glee, as if he was seeing everything from a new perspective. 

When he reached out to touch a tree or run his paw against a wall he ACTUALLY felt it. Even when he got a splinter from a twig he picked up, he felt the small pain and annoyance that came along with it.  

He didn’t know when he started walking, but he walked with a confident stride as he simply enjoyed himself and every feeling that came along. It felt nice to not really be doing anything important. Nothing to worry about. No one to save. 

Just him, on his own.

 He noticed a nearby pond and headed over to sit down and admire himself in its reflection. Dawning his original harness, his own light blue clothes with not a hint of a red hue, and the weight of his father’s crown replaced with his own. He looked just like himself. 

“Laval!?” a voice shouted with surprise. 

Laval turned to see Cragger, no exposed skull, tail fully intact, and eye its normal shade of yellow. 

The lion didn’t question his presence, as he waved over the confused dream version of the croc. 

(Wait. Was he a dream?)

“Hey, what’s up Cragger?” He said, hoping he could indulge in whatever this dream was throwing at him a little longer. 

“What’s up is why are you in my dream?” 

That was a weird thing for a dream version of his boyfriend to say. 

“YOUR dream?” 

The two turned to see Worriz and Razar, both looking perfectly alive just like them, and as equally confused as Worriz growled out the question. 

“Dudes?”

“Bros?”

Grozan and Rogon said at the same time as they headed over. Laval shot up, his mouth opening and closing as he thought of what he was gonna say. 

“What is going on?” 

“A rescue mission.” 

The six heroes turned to see an angry looking Balkar and the Bear Legend Beast also in their shared dream. 

“The Hunters found Bladvic.” 

Chapter Text

Stealthor stood by Sir Fangar’s side as the body was brought in. He refused to call it a trophy as it was put amongst the others, on its own special pedestal. 

One of eight. 

“This time, I will learn from my mistakes. Each one of those fire wing wielders shall be staying right where I can… admire them.” Sir Fangar promised, with sickening glee. 

“Hmm.” Was all Stealthor could say in response. 

No one guarded the Trophy room, perhaps he could slip in the dead of night. Normal chi should be able to revive the bear just like fire chi can, so all he’d have to do is slip an orb into his harness. Hopefully the bear won't make too much noise when he wakes, but then he can-

“Is there something you would like to tell me, Stealthor?” Sir Fangar asked, eyeing him suspiciously. 

“Uh- Nothing. But… how do you intend to capture the others when surely, they’ll be able to break free with… their… fire…” He slowly stopped talking as Sir Fangar let out a sinister chuckle. 

“Stealthor, Stealthor, Stealthor. We have snuffed their power out before. We can do it again. Now, have any Hunter’s discovered the eagle’s wearabouts?” 

Stealthor pulled himself together, putting his hands behind his back. “I have yet to hear news about the discovery of her body but rest assured that the search at the ruins of the spire is going on as we speak.” 

“Excellent.” Sir Fangar walked over to the window, looking towards what remained of the spire. 

How easy it would have been to push him out the window at this very moment. Letting his broken body fall to the dirt, finally ending all this pain and suffering. 

Stealthor almost did it, until the cold dictator's eyes met his own. 

“It appears we have company.” 

~

“I can’t even sleep peacefully anymore, CAUSE NOW I GOTTA DO WORK IN MY DREAMS!” Cragger whispered loudly, as they walked towards a dream version of the Lion Temple. 

(He will never consider the Temple Fangar’s. That monster stole Laval’s home, and he will make sure he gets it back! ) 

Balkar gave Cragger a stern look, getting the croc to mumble a “sorry.” 

When it came to how different each tribe was after the war, the bears certainly changed the most. (Right next to the rhinos, who were all super smart 24/7 because of their beast’s brain boost.) 

Apparently, the bears had the ability to have this sort of shared dream thing that NO ONE knew about. But they’ve been having a hard time even sleeping because of the ice bears invading their dream. Which made them a bit cranky.

The evidence of invasion was clear as the dream version of Chima looked even worse here. Trees were uprooted, buildings were nothing but rubble, and the dirt had been dug up as if the Ice bears were attempting to find new opponents underground. 

However, there was no sign of the very bears themselves. Balkar had theorized that perhaps they saw no use in it anymore, as being awake and destroying what they could provide more satisfaction. However, that didn’t mean they still didn’t return to this place… 

“So, how's this gonna help Bladvic if his body is in the real temple and we are by the dream one?” Laval asked Balkar. The Elder patted the bear beasts side as he turned to the lion. 

“Because his spirit has been wandering this plane.” 

“What?!” Everyone whispered a bit too loudly, Balkar putting a finger to his mouth to motion for silence. Once the others calmed down, the bear continued. 

“We have felt a sort of presence here in the limited time we have been able to return to our dream realm. At first we weren’t sure what it was. But when you all returned it’s presence began to feel… familiar.” Balkar then leaned towards Laval’s face, so close that their noses almost met. 

“And then I saw him.” The bear practically whispered, his breath smelling like fish.

“Bladvic?” Laval asked, wondering if he should have.

“Of course. I thought perhaps you all being with him would somehow wake him up. Perhaps you can use your new fire powers.” 

“Uh- I’m not sure if that’s how that works.” Cragger pointed out, but still a bit unsure about their own abilities. 

“And even if it did, how is Bladvic supposed to escape once he does wake up?” Worriz grumbled. 

The group stopped by the steps to the lion temple, Laval seemingly pondering this question. Cragger tried to think of an answer as well but couldn’t help but stare at the structure behind them. 

The way the horrid ice curled around the steps and shot out from both sides. The way the lion head had been made to look more like a sabertooth's. It all made the place feel unwelcoming and unfair, the complete opposite of what this place had stood for.  

“How about a few of us go to the temple and meet him there and the rest of us can see if we can wake him up? That way a few of us can help guide him home in the real world. Or I guess… awake world?” Laval said. 

“So who's going?” Worriz asked in a rude tone.

To which Cragger replied by saying, “Thanks for volunteering, Worriz!” The wolf growled at the croc, who stuck his tongue out playfully. 

“Perhaps I should tag along as well. One that can blend into the night and one that can hunt among the shadows would work well, yes?” Razar suggested, putting a hand on Worriz’s shoulder, calming him down. 

“Awesome! We’ll see you when you get back.” 

The two nodded, Razar disappearing in an instant which made the others gasp. 

“He just woke up, he's fine.” Balkar said with a wave of his hand. 

“Oh.” Worriz said, giving the others a small wave before disappearing himself. 

“Wild.” Gorzan mumbled before waking up the stairs, Rogon, Balkar, and the bear beast following suit. 

“Alright, lets- Laval?” Cragger was a few paces up the stairs when he noticed Laval not moving, simply staring at the temple. Eyes full of fear?

“You good, bud?” Cragger asked. 

The lion blinked as if snapped out of a trance and put on a nervous smile. 

“Oh! Yeah! Just thinking.” Cragger offered his hand to the anxious lion. It almost felt weird that there was no bone revealed, flesh fully intact like it should have been. Laval took it (with the arm that he had lost, making Cragger squeeze his hand at the thought.) 

Together, the two ventured inside. 

~

Perhaps you should take a break. 

The Eagle Beast nudged Li’Ella’s head as she continued to work on her little project. 

“But if I perfect this, soon they’ll be able to fire things off in EIGHT different ways! So far, I’ve got a firework setting, sprinkler, flamethrower-”

You’ve been around Lavertus too much. 

The Eagle Beast gave her a face that could be comparable to someone raising an eyebrow. Li’Ella sighed and turned her direction to the Bear Beast, who currently had three other sleeping buddies with them. 

Flinx, Wonald, and G’Loona had stopped by to help her construct possible weaponry that the eight heroes could use in their battle. Just in case things got a little rocky. 

She still remembers seeing the eight of them (except Eris and Razar) flapping around like newborn chicks and basically defensiveless, so she had to help them anyway she could. 

Flinx had been a great test subject for the weaponry as he began to get his spark back. And G’Loona and Wonald supported him along the way and helped Li’Ella fix anything they could. 

Seeing the three of them fast asleep did make Li’Ella feel pretty tired. Maybe she should- 

The sound of voices outside made Li’Ella instantly snap to reality, the Eagle Beast turning her head to it as well, confirming that she wasn’t just hearing things. 

“...speedors be the best option, my love?” 

“Well, if we're not gonna use them, why’d we get them back at…” 

They began to fade away, till Li’Ella burst open the door to her workshop. Startling Razar and Worriz, she pointed at the couple. “Where are you two going?” She said a bit more harshly than intended. Maybe she did need some sleep because for all she knew she just interrupted date night. 

Luckily, Worriz’s next words confirmed her suspicions. 

“We’re gonna go get Bladvic.” 

“On your own? Where's everyone else?” Li’Ella looked around as if they would suddenly materialize. 

“They’re in a dreamscape with Balkar trying to wake Bladvic up in the lion temple while we’ll be there waiting for him when he does.” Razar explained.  

Li’Ella had a bit of a hard time wrapping her head around that but when she did, she instantly snapped to the stance of a soldier. 

“Well, let me come along! I have some things that might be able to help. And I’ve been working on some new armor!” She ran back inside, maneuvering around the Eagle Beast who stood in the doorway. She grabbed everything that was ready and quickly put on some armor she had perfected. 

It was similar to her original uniform as a guardian of Fire Chi, only now with a hood and lined with a very comfortable fluff she got from the bears. Along with some thin gothlates that protected her wrists. 

When she emerged, she gave the others a smile. 

“Alright, let's go!”

~

Finding Bladvic was actually extremely easy. Laval still remembered every door, every hallway, and every step like the back of his hand, no matter how much frost dusted the area. All they had to do was follow Bladvic’s light.

But that’s about when things got difficult. 

“Wow, I almost wish he was in a dreamless sleep like us…” Cragger mumbled when he saw Bladvic’s ghost. It seemed the flesh had been chipped away on his hands, making his claws much sharper than usual. His skull revealed on the left side of his face as flesh and fur had rotted away around his eye. 

They sat in the trophy room, with his legs criss-crossed on a pedestal, still wearing a ruined version of the phoenix’s uniform. He slowly rocked himself back and forth, as if flowing to a rhythm only he can hear. His eyes had to be the creepiest part, as they glowed like a jack-o-lantern, bright but hollow. But his form seemed to flicker between creepily sitting to creepily being frozen in ice. As if flickering between the dreamscape and reality. 

“I see their setting up a new trophy room.” Laval said, noting the other pedestals. 

Gorzan walked up beside the bear and whispered “Dude.” in his ear when it flickered back to an unfrozen Bladvic. But whether he heard him or not, he showed no sign of it. 

“Hey, Bladvic! It’s us! Hello?” Laval waved his hand in front of the bear. Nothing. 

“Bladvic! Come on, bro! Let’s go!” Rogon said a bit louder, taking the bear's hands to try and stand him up. It seemed to be doing something as there was a small sign of recognition when the bear tilted his head towards Rogon’s voice. 

“Maybe… he’ll wake up if we touch him?” Cragger suggested with a shrug.

“I get it. Like making a connection or something. Should we hug him?” Laval asked. Gorzan must have agreed, as he instantly wrapped his arms around the bear, practically crying. “Dude-ho-ho! Please wake up! We need you to-ho-ho.” 

Rogon joined him. “We gotta be together! Like old times! Please!” 

It seemed to be working, as Bladvic turned his head back and forth at Rogon and Gorzan slowly. 

“I…”  

A small gasp came from Laval as he walked up to Bladvic, taking the bear’s hands. “Where right here, Bladvic? What do you need us to do?” He asked, though Cragger wasn’t sure how he could.

The bear beast walked up from behind, resting his head on top of Bladvic.

It seemed to be doing the trick as he became more aware. 

“I… move… no…” 

“What?” Cragger said out loud. 

“Don’t… go… no… sleep…” 

“You must wake, Bladvic.” Balkar said, confidence unwavering. 

“Wait, do you hear that?” Cragger said, turning towards the window. Looking outside, he thought he saw something. Groups of sabertooths, flickering in and out of view, like the switch of a light, were outside seemingly battling something. Uh oh. 

“Uh… hey we should probably hurry up this whole thing because THE HUNTERS FOUND WORRIZ AND RAZAR!” He yelled. 

Bladvic’s form began to flicker again to his frozen state, with everyone still hugging and holding on to him. Except Laval whose hands were now pressed against the ice. 

“Uh… maybe we can lead him out somehow?” Laval suggested. 

“That sounds like a great idea, only problem is he's still frozen in ice!” Cragger remarked. 

“Well, what do you got? You’ve just been standing there!” 

“I noticed the Hunters noticing the others.” Cragger gestured to the window. Which lit up thanks to a giant orange explosion. 

He turned and saw Li’Ella, holding some sort of device, fire chi burning bright in her harness. A wicked grin on her face.

“Though maybe they’ll be fine.” Cragger said, nonchalantly. 

“Okay. But we still need to get Bladvic out!” Laval yelped.

“Dudes! LOOK!” Gorzan pointed at the doorway, interrupting the two's little argument. 

In the doorway, stood a sabertooth. At least for about thirty seconds before flickering out of view, like Bladvic. When he flickered back he was headed up towards Bladvic, who had returned to his frozen state. 

“Wait, is he…” Laval pointed at the orb of chi in the Hunter’s hand. When he reached Bladvic, he plugged the orb of chi in the firewings. 

But something was wrong. 

The bear did indeed break out of the ice, but he also seemed to be blinking in and out of consciousness. His body stumbling around in the waking world, eyes glowing just like they did in the dream one. He groaned, trying desperately to walk but stumbling around in the process. “I don’t think the chi is powerful enough to wake him fully.” Balkar theorized. 

Everyone gathered around the bear, as if they could possibly help him out, calling out to him. (Stealthor doing the same, looking around, probably worried about getting caught.)

But now that he was “awake” it seemed he couldn’t hear them in the dream realm. As their directions and pleas were going unheard, Cragger couldn’t help but instinctively feel his light, holding his hands close to his chest. It felt bright but not as bright as it should be. 

Come one, Bladvic! You’ve got to wake up. 

Then he felt it.

“Whoa!” Cragger yelped, the others turning in response. “What? What's wrong?” Laval asked with concern. 

“I just felt the light thing and I asked Bladvic to wake up and then I felt like he responded to me but not with words and it was weird but-” He stopped rambling and looked up at Laval, Gorzan, and Rogon. 

Then he noticed Bladvic standing up with his own two feet.

 “Maybe we can help him out. Just reach out for his light and tell him what to do.” Cragger concluded. 

The others gave each other a look then nodded. Laval grinned. “Let’s do this.” 

~

“This is dumb. How are they even going to get Bladvic out asleep?” Worriz noted as they hid in the bushes, the temple in view. 

“Have faith, my love.” Razar assured him, as they continued along the bushes, speedors humming with yellow and purple colored energy respectively. 

Li’Ella rode along, hers glowing red as she explained what her weapons did. 

“Okay, if we have to attack the hunters, this one-” She pulled out a sort of bracelet. “Helps fire off your fire like a blaster but once it hits contact with something. Or someone-” She winked. “The flame will explode.” 

Razar hummed with interest, taking the offered weapon once they parked their speedors. 

“And this one-” She pulled out something that looked like a sword. “Is coated in a sort of poison that flares up once it is set ablaze. That way when you cut into the enemy, they’ll not only feel the burning sensation of the fire but the sting of those horrid Outland plants!” 

Worriz took the offered sword, grinning. “You know, if I was Laval or Gorzan, maybe even Cragger. I bet they would object to stuff like this. But this is perfect! I can’t wait to try it out!” 

It seemed the wolf would get his wish, as the sound of saber-tooths heading towards them rang throughout the night. 

~

It was an odd sight to see, Stealthor attempting to direct a stumbling and fumbling bear throughout the temple. The chi didn’t entirely work but it was good enough to at least lead him to where they kept the walkers, and he could drop him off at the Outlands for the other tribes. 

Even if the bear kept bumping into walls and tripping over his feet. 

Unbeknownst to him this was all because Cragger, Laval, Gorzan, and Rogon all struggled to control their poor friend. 

“One foot in front of the other! It’s not that hard!” 

“It is when it’s not your body!” 

“Bro! The wall!” 

“Not happy!” 

They continued this until Stealthor loaded the bear into one of the saber-tooth walkers, while Balkar and the Bear Beast followed behind. 

“Okay, so they’re clearly helping us, so should we wake up?” Laval asked, panting a little. Who knew manipulating someone else’s physical form was so exhausting?! 

“Yeah, we should probably meet the others halfway there. Oh! I’ll tell Razar and Worriz!” Cragger said, holding his hands to his chest and closing his eyes. 

“Alright. Balkar, see you there?” Laval asked.

“Of course.”

“Good. See you guys soon!” Laval said with a smile as the others nodded.

But then he saw her.

The others had apparently woken up as they were nowhere in sight when it happened. 

"Eris?" He practically breathed. He took one step towards the eagle, and everything turned black. He was no longer standing in the temple, just an empty void. The only thing in it was him and his friend. 

"Eris, Eris! Are you okay?" He called out her name and took another step. Then another. Then another. It seemed no matter how many steps he took he couldn't get any closer to her.

"Eris! What's going on?" 

...

"Laval..." Her voice was small.

Then it wasn't.

"Laval!" 

"Laval!" 

"LAVAL!" 

As she yelled, (at least he thought it was her voice) she slowly turned, and Laval saw-

Where was her face?

"Laval!" With a gasp, the lion wakes up to Cragger holding him by the shoulders, shaking him awake. "Are you okay?" He asked. 

"I saw Eris!"

~

Razar was totally not expecting to hear Cragger’s voice in his head tell him they were heading out to meet them when they got Bladvic. Well maybe voice wasn’t the right word for it. More like a feeling. 

Whatever it was, the feeling distracted him so much that he almost got his head chopped off! Luckily he pulled himself together as he rode along in his speedor blasting at enemies left and right, the explosions starting to make his ears ring. The same seemingly happened to Li'Ella too, as she had pulled out a pair of earmuffs from her bag. Lucky. 

The other thing he was not expecting was for Cragger to tell him a saber-tooth was helping them, currently carrying Bladvic in a walker towards the Outlands. It seemed to be true as a saber-tooth walker burst out of the temple, running through the crowd as they jumped out of the way of the rogue vehicle. 

“It’s time to go, my friends!” He yelled to Worriz and Li’Ella as he followed the running walker. Worriz must have gotten the message as he was already hot on its tail. 

And though confused, Li’Ella followed suit. 

“No!” He heard that horrid Sir Fangar yell, getting in a walker of his own. Well, that just won't do, no?

 Razar directed a shot right at the vile creature, and fired. Putting all his power and might into that single shot. 

It hit. Bursting into a beautiful blaze as Sir Fangar screeched at the top of his lungs. 

Razar grinned. 

That is for stealing Chima from us, along with my friend’s lives.   

Chapter Text

Though he kept himself cool and collected, on the inside, Stealthor was freaking out. But he knew he was doing the right thing. 

It was better for all of them, both the old tribes of Chima and the Hunters, both who were suffering and slowly dying under one’s horrid rule. 

He brought out his communicator and told Mottrott what happened as he rode along the two fire wing welders.An old guard of the Hidden City led the way; one he recognized as Sir Fanagr’s “Wife.” He’s grateful she was able to escape such a dreaded fate. 

None of them attacked him, just riding alongside him in silence. Seemingly knowing that he intended to help them. Soon they reached the Outlands, the firewings protecting them from the carnivorous plants. A few were even too busy coughing to even bother with their presents.  

For whatever reason, Sir Fanagr never wanted this land. So, when he learned where the other tribes had fled to, he saw it fitting. 

They are as useless as those weeds, let them run. Let them hide. Let them dwell, knowing we hold their power. He had said. 

“Hey. Get off.” The wolf yelled. Stealthor did as he was told, not wanting to get on anyone’s bad side. 

He was about to help the bear down till the wolf and raven waved him away, helping him down themselves. The lioness stood before him, face full of suspicion, her ax directed towards his neck.  

“Drop your weapons.” Was all she said. He didn’t need to be told twice as he dropped his blaster, Koldstaf, and his communicator as well. 

 As he did the rhino, gorilla, a bear he didn’t recognize, and the Bear Beast arrived to the clearing. 

“Where’s Laval and Cragger?” Li’Ella asked almost accusingly, inching her weapon closer to his neck. As if he had something to do with it. 

The gorilla and rhino gave each other a look. “We’ll… tell you in a bit.” The gorilla said nervously. 

“What matters most is bringing Bladvic back to his senses.” The bear brought out an orb of fire chi from his pocket and Stealthor had to suppress the urge to flinch at the sight of it. Though he knew this former enemy will not be as harsh as Sir Fangar, that does not mean the thoughts still lingered. 

He stepped aside for the bear to plug the chi into the firewings. 

NO! 

HE CAN’T REST!

THE ICE BEARS! 

HIS… TRIBE…

HIS… home…

His… friends…

He… can’t…

With a growl, Bladvic shook away the sleepy feeling that tried in vain to drag him back to sleep. However, he opened his eyes to… quite the strange sight. 

“Razar? Worriz? Gorzan? Rogon?” He said each of his friends' names as he gave each of them a good look. 

He wasn’t really looking too good himself. But despite the (what should be fatal) injuries, he felt fine.

Gorzan didn’t miss a beat, running up and hugging him with all his might. Rogon doing the same.

“Dude! Seeing you like that was just such a bummer!” Gorzan muttered into his fur. 

“Seeing me like… what? What are you talking about?” Bladvic asked.

“Well, you were all sleepy and stuff in some dream land. Then a lot of stuff happened but you were kinda saved by him. But we helped!” Rogon said with cheer. 

All eyes turned to the hunter, who stood up straight.

“You already know that many of us are tired of Fangar’s rule. When one of the fire wings was discovered, I could not stand ideally by. Even if it meant risking my safety.” 

Li’Ella, who had her weapon pointed at his neck the whole time, lowered her ax.

“Well, I’m glad you realized how much of a jackass he is. But that doesn’t mean I suddenly forgive you for all the bullshit you put me and my family through.” 

The saber tooth nodded in agreement, “I understand.”

(But he knew he would never truly know what they’ve put her through.) 

-

When they all returned to their lair, (Bladvic deciding to meet up with his tribe in the morning since those bears need all the sleep they can get and Li’Ella sticking around to discuss what happened) Cragger and Laval explained the situation in the kitchen.

“How could Eris be in the dream? Are you sure it was real, my friend?” Razar asked the two. 

“It was her. I know it was! It felt like it was her! But I had a hard time seeing her…”

“Huh?”s echoed throughout the group as Laval tried to make sense of what he witnessed. 

“I just had a hard time making her out, pacifically her face. But…” The lion shuddered. “I knew it was bad…” 

“So… what are we gonna do?” Rogon asked, curious about what had happened to his crush. 

“Well- “ Laval clapped his hands together. “Eris is the last one we need to find… so it might be best to launch the Illumination right after we find her.” 

Silence rang throughout the room at the idea. The only thing that could defeat the hunters, save Chima, and heal themselves… was the very thing that got them all killed in the first place. 

But…

“Why did the Illumination fail the first time?” Cragger asked out loud. Silence still reigned, so he continued. “I mean… we should know so we don’t just go into this without fixing the problem, right?”

Many muttered in agreement, before Li’Ella sighed. 

“Okay. I’m gonna tell you why. BUT you have to promise not to be mad.”

For some it wasn’t too hard to be “not mad.” 

Sadly, most of the eight heroes were not that some. 

Rogon seemed to be outright denying it, “No way! Did you see that little fire bird bro running around with his spark. He could have totally done it!” 

Worriz seemed to think so too, though he was expressing it in a completely different tone. “He was RIGHT THERE!? THE WHOLE TIME! AND HE DID NOTHING!” The wolf yelled as he paced the floor. 

Razar shook his head, simply staring at his hand and hook while muttering to himself. “He should have… perhaps if he… maybe we…” For once, the raven was at a loss for words. 

Gorzan seemed to feel sympathy for the little guy, tearing up after hearing Flinx’s story. “Poor dude *sniff* he… he must have felt so sad.” As he cried, Bladvic wrapped an arm around his shoulder in reassurance. The now stoic bear seemed to be taking the news of how he died pretty well as he comforted the sobbing gorilla.

As for Laval and Cragger… they understood the feeling. 

Finding out about the loss of his father had been the most horrible moment of Laval’s life. Not to mention the time he had gotten him captured due to his own hubris. But the idea of actually witnessing his dad’s death before his very eyes sounded horrific.

And while Cragger was able to save his father, he could imagine the pain. After all, the crocodile king and queen had been presumed dead for quite some time, so he was familiar with acting on nothing but emotions. 

He wished Worriz would grasp that concept, as he continued to rant. “IF HE COMPLETED THE ILLUMINATION THAT SABER TOOTH FREAK WOULD HAVE BEEN DEFEATED ALREADY!” 

“WORRIZ! CALM DOWN! HE’S JUST A KID! DON’T BLAME HIM FOR FAILING AFTER LITERALLY SEEING HIS DAD DYING IN FRONT OF HIM!” Cragger yelled, knowing it was sort of a white lie. Sure, he was a thousand years old, but it seemed phoenix aged differently, so he was still a child!

But it seemed to do the trick, as the wolf turned away from the croc and crossed his arms. He growled. “You’re right… I’M BLAMING YOU!” Worriz turned towards Laval, pointing a finger at his face. 

The lion’s jaw dropped. “What?!” 

“IF YOU DIDN’T GIVE SCORM THAT CHI NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED! IN FACT, IF YOU DIDN’T DROP THE CHI INTO THE GORGE, WE WOULDN’T BE HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE! THE CRAWLERS WOULDN’T HAVE ATTACKED CHIMA AND THEY WOULDN’T HAVE REVIVED THE HUNTERS!” Worriz claimed.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” Laval practically screeched as he stood up, making a few jump in their seats. Including Worriz. 

Sure, Laval would yell or even get angry, but it was always in the tone of a leader intending to keep the peace. 

Eris had one time joked about him being “the dad friend” and Worriz even compared him to his father at one point. So, to hear him suddenly scream in anger and see his face twisted into a genuine snarl was a sight. A sight that Laval continued to display. 

“I. Am. TIRED! OF BEING BLAMED FOR EVERY PROBLEM THAT HAPPENS IN CHIMA. Yes. I should not have thrown that chi into the gorge, I take full responsibility for that. Even the crawlers. Sure! BUT! TO SAY THAT HUNTERS ARE MY FAULT, REALLY?” 

Worriz blinked, taking a step back. But immediately took a few steps forward and pointed at the lion once again. “But- But you gave the chi to Scrom! If you didn’t do that-” Laval grabbed the hand he used to point at him and brought the wolf’s face to his. 

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT WOULD HAPPEN?!” He yelled, right into his face. “I GAVE IT TO HIM BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT WE DO WITH CHI! WE SHARE IT! A CONCEPT YOU SEEMED TO HAVE A HARD TIME GRASPING WHEN YOU WERE ROBBING IT FROM OTHER TRIBES!” 

Worriz looked like he was about to say something in his defense, but Laval didn’t let him. “And you know what, out of everyone here, you are not the one who should be pulling this confrontation thing! Because yeah, remember how we were all fighting, and you helped keep Chima divided and in chaos! REMEMBER THAT!?” 

“But- The pledge! Cragger had it and-”

Laval cackled, putting his hands on his hips as he cracked a smile devoid of true joy, full of nothing but sarcasm. “HA. HA. HA. Okay? And what did you do when it was gone? Oh, yeah! You stole chi! Like I’ve been SAYING!”  

“Perhaps you should put this to rest now, my friend. We have not gotten any proper sleep yet so we should talk about it in the morning.” Razar almost pleaded, putting his hands up to show he was defenseless. 

Laval's face snapped towards the raven’s direction. “Why? I mean, don’t get me started on how you would happily put people’s lives in danger for the PROFITS!” 

Razar’s beak snapped shut at Laval’s harsh but true response. 

Laval could tell he was starting to scare everyone; he could practically see it in their eyes. Perhaps it would be best to wrap this up.

So, he took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down (it didn't work too well) before laying the final blow. 

“Look… I know I made a lot of mistakes… and I’m sorry… But I’m tired of everyone blaming me for something I didn’t even know would happen. I didn’t know…” That last part came out as a whisper, almost like a plea of his own. He felt like he wanted to say more. He honestly wanted to scream more. 

Scream at Worriz for his attitude and at Razar for his greed. 

He even had a selfish desire to yell at Bladvic and Rogon for doing nothing to help them during the war for chi. To yell at Gorzan for not defending him when they were in the cave and the others found out about him dropping the chi. He even wanted to yell at Cragger, despite knowing full well it wasn’t his fault for the war but his sister’s. 

He wanted to yell at everyone and anyone who would listen to his words, both reasonably thought out and selfishly exaggerated. Not caring if he was wrong or right. 

He wanted to scream. 

To yell!

To roar!

But all that came out was a whimper after a few heaving breaths, as he began to leave the room. 

“Laval?” He heard Li’Ella call out to him, but he didn’t listen, continuing up the stairs to his room. 

He plopped down on the bed, burying his head into his pillow. 

He didn’t cry. He didn’t have enough energy to even bother shedding a few tears. He simply listened to everyone bid Li’Ella a goodnight and head up to their respective rooms. 

He heard Cragger saying something, but what it was and to whom it was directed to him wasn’t sure and he really didn’t care about at the moment. After a while, the door opened then closed softly, the tap of claws crossing the floor echoed throughout the room, and Laval soon felt the weight of another sink onto the bed. 

“Hey, are you alright?” Cragger put his hand on his shoulder, and he reached out for it, flipping around on his side to look into the glowing green eyes of the croc. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled. 

“Pff. What? No! Don’t say that!” Cragger said, waving his hand away. “You know those two deserve it. We’ve been jerks…” 

The use of “we” instead of “they” made Laval sit up. 

“It’s not your fault. Your sister made you do all that stuff.”
“She didn’t make me cut the line.” Cragger mumbled, his eyes turning dark as he thought back to when he cut the rope that would have saved his parents if he had just let Lagravis pull them out of the gorge. 

“But… that's in the past, I guess. I… I think I’m better than that. WE are better than that now. We made mistakes, and we’ll keep making them. But we learn. And… were not the same people we were before. We’re so much stronger than that now.” Cragger said, in reassurance. 

He had said it to sooth Laval’s ill mood but after hearing those words himself he truly felt like he believed in them. Laval seemed to believe in them as he rested his head on his chest. 

“Thank you.” He spoke. 

The two simply held each other in the silence, each being the other's own personal island in a sea of raging emotions. Soon sleep began to overtake them and the two laid to rest, not knowing what tomorrow had in store for them but knowing they would conquer it together. 

-

To say Sir Fangar was frustrated was an understatement.

He was infuriated that those damn mistakes were able to run around through his territory right under his nose. Not to mention Stealthor’s betrayal. The moment he got his hands on that traitor he would put his head on a spike!  

Whenever he felt this growing frustration, he would leave whatever he was doing, whether it be in the middle of a meeting with the other leaders or simple plans, and head to his “new” trophy room. 

It unfortunately didn’t have his usual trophies (the closest thing to that would be the skull of a certain phoenix), but what it did hold were many books, scrolls, and other pieces of knowledge from those warmbloods. Every piece of literature found among the ruins of Chima was handed over to Fangar immediately. Knowledge was power after all, so he made sure he had all of it before he even let anyone else lay a finger on his collection. 

Some of it was useless to him, tossing aside diaries and dumb rulebooks. 

But there was one that intrigued him the most and was ironically the very thing that his ice had killed. A guidebook to Chima’s exotic plants.

Many of the plants in the book described were from the Outlands, especially those carnivorous plants that protected the pitiful phoenix. But the one he was interested in the most had to be the persuader plant. 

Oh, how the idea of a plant that can control everyone and anyone filled him with such joy. (It certainly would be easier to deal with the phoenix AND his Hunter’s.) 

He would often go in search of this plant around the crocodile swamp on his own, in hopes he could salvage one. 

Who knew an eternal winter could be extremely… unconventional?

Luckily, he was able to find one after many, many years of searching, but it was long dead by the time he came across it. Not even the few seeds it gasped out could save its species now.

He had locked what was left of it away, hopes squashed but now dashed out completely. Now with these emerging eight “guardians” running amuck perhaps it could be of use after all.

He knew that they could not be killed through regular methods now, just like him and his Hunters. And those Fire Wings… would unfortunately provide them with protection against their freeze.

But if the fire chi in their harnesses runs dry then all he would need to do is wear it out…

As he dusted off the ash at his fresh wound with one claw, he pulled out the dead flower from a box hidden behind one of his bookshelves with the other. Yanking off the dried-up petals easily, he studied the root, as they pitifully drifted to the floor. 

“Ironic how fire will be the thing to help me put out their flames…” Sir Fangar chuckled to himself as he devised a new scheme. 

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He had to keep going! 

They were… wait? Who? NO! You know exactly what you're looking for! 

Don’t get distracted! You’ve ventured through these caves so many times you know them like the back of your hand. 

Right? 

He scanned the darkness for anything. A torn piece of a cape. A strand of red. Even golden eyes piercing the darkness! Wait… were they still gold?

Why did everyone he loved get trapped in these horrid caverns? 

But he wasn’t lost, he was right-

Cragger awoke with a jolt and a snort, taking a good look at his surroundings. Just a soft comforter and a sleepy boyfriend that he was holding tight in his arms and definitely not lost in a cave. 

He sighed, kissing the sleepy lion's forehead. Thank Cavora it was just a dream. 

After a bit, Laval stirs, opening his glowing red eyes to look into Cragger’s glowing green ones. 

“Morning.” He mumbles, still a little sleepy.

“Morning, furboy. You… are you ready to get up yet? I mean after last night…” He trailed off, unsure of what else to say. 

Laval hummed in response, picking up Cragger’s necklace and rubbing it in the palm of his hand.

“Five more minutes.” He mumbled, holding the necklace in his hand as he closed his eyes. 

It felt strange to know that Laval was essentially messing around with the very thing that kept him alive and moving. But Cragger felt no fear as he did. 

If he can trust him with his heart, then he can trust him with his soul. 

-

In the kitchen Gorzan was making pancakes, attempting to flip them in the air but many would end up on Rogon or Bladvic’s face. The two didn’t seem to mind, munching away on whatever they received. Worriz and Razar ate their own share as they all chatted away.  

But when Laval and Cragger entered, any conversation was killed as all eyes turned to the couple. 

“Uh- Morning, guys. I-” Laval began.

But Worriz stopped him when he stood up and slammed his hands on the table. “SORRY!” He yelled, in a manner Cragger couldn’t help but crack a smile at. The wolf kept going.

“I’m sorry for the war. Being an ass when we were in the Outlands and running off to find my beast and not helping you get your beast when we found out about the crawlers and-” Worriz took a deep breathe “... about last night. It wasn’t fair to blame you… not for everything. Sorry.” He rubbed his arm, apologetically, and looked down at the floor like a child that had just been scolded. 

Razar stood up as well. “I apologize as well. Many times, I have valued trinkets and treasure over the lives of others. For me to claim you are not to be trusted after everything I’ve done is hypocrisy on my part. I am sorry, my friend.” 

Laval grinned at the two. “That’s very nice of you two. Thank you, I really appreciate it.” 

The two nodded, sitting back down to enjoy their meal. Gorzan handed Laval and Cragger their share of pancakes before sitting down at the table with his own. 

After Razar and Worriz apologized, the flow of conversation returned. Filled with jokes, laughter, and occasional playful teasing. It filled Cragger with joy to just… be. Just like old times.

I wish it could be like this forever, the young crocodile thought to himself as he savored the moment just as much as he savored the pancakes. 

-

The plan was simple: 

• Early tomorrow morning, have every tribe charge towards the Lion Temple to keep the Hunter’s distracted. 
• As they did, the other eight heroes would get their eighth member from the ruins of the eagle spires. 
• Then they would fly to Mount. Cavora and launch the Illumination.

“Third time the charm, huh?” Laval said after he explained the plan to the tribe leaders at the meeting. (Including Lavertus, Tormak, Li’Ella, and Flinx.) 

Everyone seemed to be in agreement with the plan.

Except…

“Yeah, we're not doing that.”

“WHAT?!” Many yelled at Scorm’s response, the Scorpion King remaining calm.

“Why not? This affects you just as much as it does us!” Cragger’s voice cracked as he yelled, but he paid it no mind. 

Spinlyn spoke up. “Well, not as long as we stay here. After all, if they wanted to freeze the Outlands wouldn’t they have done so already.”

Braptor squeaked in agreement. 

“And if they do come? What exactly are you bugs planning to do?” Lavertus spat. 

“Well, I’m sure you guys will do fine.” Scorm shrugged. 

Despite it being considered the nicest thing the scorpion king ever said, no one seemed to like it. With many talking over each other in outrage, trying to convince the Crawler Kings and Queen that they were needed.

“Another tribe that can fly could prove useful.” Ewald said, Razar and Razcal nodding in agreement.

“Not to mention one that has the power to control the enemy.” Crominus added. 

“Will you Crawlers do something good in your lives for once?!” Lavertus yelled. (But not before casting the crocodile king an odd glance.)

“We HAVE been doing good.” Scrom began. “WE so graciously allowed you to stay within OUR territory. WE let you rebuild your own homes. WE even helped you do so. BUT this is your war. Chima is all yours, not ours, so we feel no need to help get it back. You are welcome to stay here as long as you need but we will not be joining you in your little mission.”
The Scorpion King’s little speech stunned many into silence, despite their minds reeling with objection after objection. 

But Tormak, ever the voice of reason, stood up and said, “Fine. This is your choice after all, and we have no right to force you to go to war with us.”

“Despite you forcing us to go to war.” Cragger mumbled under his breath. Luckily the Crawler royals did not hear his little complaint, along with everyone else, as they began to leave once the meeting was adjourned. 

-

After the meeting, Laval pulled Flinx aside. 

“So, we heard.” 

He expected the little phoenix to panic but he seemed really accepting of the conversation. 

“Oh. Well, you guys deserve to know. I’m sorry I didn’t work up the guts to tell you myself. I had asked Li’Ella and Tormak to do it for me when the time was right and stuff… sorry…” He said, refusing to look Laval in the eyes. 

Laval put his hand on the kid’s shoulder, giving him a warm smile as he kneeled to his level. “It's okay. I lost my Dad too, but I don’t know how I’d react if he was… you know.” 

If he were Flinx he’d probably rush to kill the murder, but that probably would have also prevented the Illumination from happening. At least it would have gotten rid of that ice cold creepshow. Laval pushes the thought down, focusing on the traumatized child before him. 

“Look, Flinx if you really want to make it up to us, then your gonna have to help with the illu-”

“NO!” 

Laval blinks at the sudden scream, Flinx’s eyes now filled with fear. “No? But you said you wanted to help?” He asks calmly. 

“Look Laval. I do want to help. But I can’t. Not like that.” He speaks quickly, putting his hands in front of his chest like a shield. “I’ll help fight. I’ll blast and fire and do whatever, but I can’t be the ninth phoenix!” 

“But Flinx, everyone needs to do their part. And I know it sounds hard but you're going to have to-” 

“WHAT IF I FOUND A REPLACEMENT!?” The young phoenix yelled, excitement replacing his fear.

“Wha-” Laval tried to question him but was interrupted once again. 

“YEAH! I’ll find a good replacement! Someone better than me! IT’LL ALL WORK OUT!” Flinx began jogging away, much to Laval’s dismay. 

“Wait! But! Can’t we-”

“SEE YOU LATER, LAVAL!” He yelled, as he ran. Leaving Laval to contemplate what just happened. Luckily, he wouldn’t be doing it alone as Cragger walked up to him.

“Sooooo… what now?” 

The lion turned to the croc.

“Spend our last day alive with our loved ones?”

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It seemed with the return of Bladvic, the bears were peacefully sleeping once more. 

But many worried they were wasting their time doing so. After all they had a war to wage tomorrow and it would be much better for them if they would prepare.But what everyone didn’t know is that is exactly what the bear tribe was doing. As they spelt, they slashed and beat away at the ice bears daring to invade their dreams. 

“Are you sure this is how you wanna spend the day?” Balkar asked Bladvic, as the two fought side by side on their legend beast, who roared with might. 

“Of course! What better way to fight than to do it alongside a friend?” 

-

Rinona tilted her head away from her blueprints and towards her brother, the rhino beast doing the same.

“You wanna do what?!”
“Befriend the mammoth tribe of course. We had such fun upon their visit.”

Rinona raised a brow. “Right. Visit. The one I spent frozen until our beast found me.” 

Said beast nudged her head like a loving parent, as she continued to keep her skeptical look. 

“It seems like the best course of action. After all, in the aftermath of the battle, we must figure something out with the losing side.”

Rinona nodded in reluctant agreement. “Just be careful when you go, okay?” Her voice quivered as she spoke and Rogon hugged his sister in response. 

She welcomed the embrace, letting a few tears shed as she did.

“I’ll do my best.” He spoke. 

-

“You sure you're alright with this?” Razcal asked, as he carried some quickly made signs advertising Razar’s new “condition” up for display. The raven beast tilted his head, also curious to the young warrior's response.  

Razar placed a soap box in the middle of town square. “Of course, my friend. I’m sure people are curious about us so why not answer some questions. Money in the bank, yes?” He said, pride never weavering. 

“Of course, but…” The raven seemed unsure with how to proceed, as Razar placed a hand on his shoulder. 

“I’ll be fine, Razcal. There is nothing more I’d like to do today than to spend it with my best friend.” 

That seemed to calm Razcal’s nerves as he smiled at the greedy raven’s kind words. With that the three set up for another profitable day. 

-

Worriz sharpened his sword for the hunt, the wolf beast watching with content. He grinned in its shining reflection and noticed Wonald right behind him. 

“You ready?” He asked.

“I never took you for the hunting type.” Worriz said to the younger wolf. 

“Well, I wanna hang out with you before the battle stuff! Even if I’m not gonna eat whatever we get. It’ll be fun!” Wonald said, bringing out his own sword and patting the wolf beast's head when she walked up to him. 

Worriz couldn’t help but chuckle, patting the kids back. 

“Alright, let's go!” 

-

Gorzan hummed along with his meditating tribe, letting the tower flower raise them up high into the air. 

He felt at peace as he let the good vibrations flow through him. He even opened an eye to check on his family and beast humming along with him. 

I wonder if those who are gone are still vibing with us. The thought comforted Gorzan as he remembered those who are gone but not forgotten. 

Sighing in contentment, he continued to focus on this feeling of peace. 

-

Laval had been avoiding going to his father’s grave. 

Mostly because he never knew when the right time was. So, when Lavertus had asked him if he’d like to see it, Laval agreed. 

It’s now or never.

In an open field, not too far from Lavertus’s home, was a gray slanted headstone. One that looked almost brand new, as if it was taken care of everyday. Laval tried to bring himself to read what it said, he really did. But everytime he cast the thing a look, his vision would blur, and he wouldn’t be able to make out a thing. 

All he could see was the carving of his father’s silhouette and the words: Husband, Father, King. The Lion Beast acted as an anchor in his ocean of emotions, as he leaned on the beast's side so he wouldn't fall over. 

“I wanted it to be close by.” Was all Lavertus said as he put an arm around his nephew as he stared at the grave. “If it makes you feel any better, he didn’t go down without a fight.” 

That comment couldn't help but make the lion curious as he turned to his uncle. 

“If… you don’t mind telling me… what happened?”

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When Lavertus felt the ground shake he thought it was an earthquake. At least, until he looked up. In all his life, from his exile, to his life as Shadow Wind, and even fighting and hiding from new tribes, he had never been more horrified than when he saw Mount Cavora plummet to the earth.

When it collapsed to the ground with an almost sickening sound, his eyes immediately turned to his brother.

Lagravis seemed to be just as shocked as he was, staring up into the sky where the very thing their tribe guarded once stood. Nothing but questions Lavertus’s head as he looked around. The tribes of Chima stood frozen amongst the wreckage of the temple. Pilots landed their jets to gaze at the sight before them. Even the Ice Bears and the Bears of Chima stopped their reckless fighting to watch the mountain lay in the dirt.

When Lagravis finally pulled his eyes away from the horrifying sight, he turned to Lavertus. 

“Laval.” 

The name came out in a soft sob, but he might as well have screamed it at the top of his lungs as Lavertus gasped at the sound. The two ran into the temple, their hope that maybe the last member of their family would be there waiting for them. The thought was fueled purely by denial. 

But they were right.

He was waiting for them.

Just not how they had hoped.

The unmistakable hue of the young lion’s mane wasn’t the only shade of red that colored his body. Lavertus was at a loss for words as he stared at the broken form before them. A small part of him wanted to look away… but he forced himself to memorize every little detail.

Every scar.

Every wound.

Even his missing arm. Where was his arm?

He took it all in because he knew it was the only way he was going to accept the fact that…

Laval is dead. 

Lagravis seemed to be approaching the situation a bit differently, however. 

He slowly walked up to his child, kneeled down, and held him in his arms. Closing his child’s eyes, he held his head close to his chest as he began to weep. 

Lavertus wanted to comfort his brother. To weep along with him and hold him and say their goodbyes together.

 But he would never get the chance. Sliding down the frozen waterfall behind the throne, were Hunters. 

The Hunters that took Chima away. 

The Hunters that took his nephew away. 

And descending along with them was the ringleader of it all.

Sir Fangar licked his lips hungrily, as if he was about to be served a fine meal. 

“Well, it is nice of you to make this easier for me. I was needing to rebuild my collection and you should feel honored to be my first trophy, King of the Lions.” 

Lagravis didn’t respond with words. He gently placed his son’s body down, before he stood up at his full height. With a growl that sent a chill down Lavertus’s spine, he unsheathed his sword. 

The Hunter’s behind Sir Fangar looked as if they were ready to pounce, but their leader stopped them as he brandished his own sword. 

With a roar that could challenge the Lion Legend Beast’s own, Lagravis charged. The sound of the sword fight echoed throughout the temple walls. The cocky look Sir Fangar wore was now replaced with one of actual fear as he attempted to parry everyone of Lagravis’s blows. His brother constantly aimed for anything vital, anything that would bring about a swift end to this monster. (For as much as Lavertus wanted to see Sir Fangar suffer, he wanted him to die even more.)

Strike after strike, the Leader of the Hunters was stuck on the defense as Lagravis stayed on the attack. 

Lavertus stood completely still as he watched the battle, memorized. Even the Hunters might as well have been frozen by their own ice, as they watched the fight playout before them. He was starting to be tempted to join in the battle to take down this damn tyrant. Two against one seemed unfair, but fairness was the least of his worries right now.

But as he reached for his own sword, the battle was won. 

After finally gaining the upper hand, Lagravis plunged his sword into Sir Fangar’s chest!

A killing blow… right? For a moment, Lavertus felt a small bit of glee that this horrid conqueror was finally going to die. Laval's death was finally avenged!

But any feeling of joy died when Sir Fangar’s sickening smile returned (a smile Lavertus still sees in his nightmares) as he dug his sword into Lagravis’s chest. 

His little brother’s face went from fury to fear as blood poured out his mouth with a cough. Lavertus screamed, but what he said he didn’t know as everything began to go white at this part. 

But he knew he heard the unmistakable sound of his little brother’s crown hitting the floor. 

He knew he clutched the metal in his claws as he fled. Away from his home, away from his nephew, and away from his brother.  

And he knew that when Tormak came to visit him that day, the panther had saved his life. 

…

“I’m sorry you had to live through that, Uncle.” Laval whispered, after a moment of silence. 

“Don’t apologize for the monster’s actions.” Lavertus almost growled. Laval brought the older lion into a hug, wrapping his only arm around his chest and leaning his head on his shoulder. The Lion Beast did the same, wrapping his body around some of the last of his kind. In return, Lavertus patted their heads with a sad chuckle. 

“Thanks for telling me this.” Laval said.

“Why…?” His Uncle said in response, seemingly unable to understand why his nephew would want to know all this. Laval smiled, touching the crown that laid upon his head.

“Because… if he was scared of fighting my father even after he thought he ‘won’, then he is going to be terrified when we return.”

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Ever since his parents fell into the gorge, Cragger really began to appreciate every moment that his parents were safe. 

And the moment they had gotten frozen when the Hunters first began their takeover, dialed that appreciation up to eleven. So, he’d of course want to spend his last day with them. And Crooler too. Sure. 

When the crocodile’s fled from Chima, they had constructed their own personal lake and even a river that weaved throughout Santuario. Which provided some pretty easy transport, allowing the crocodiles to spring up wherever they needed to in the village.  

While the lake they made in the Outlands wasn’t as cozy as the one in the swamps, it still provided comfort as he swam alongside his tribe and family. While his mother and father had never been ones to play around too much, they happily joined in on the fun as they swam about with him. 

He knew his Father could be quite competitive, but he would have never guessed that his mother could swim as fast as she could. As she had found herself in first place after a few of their races. 

But after a while of playing games, racing, and letting the water carry him along the current it was nice to just sit beside the lake, kicking his feet in the water. 

He took a breath a bit exhausted from all the fun. He couldn’t swim as well as the others due to most of his tail getting cut off but maybe he can get a prosthetic after the battle is over!

If he survives…

He pushed the thought down. Other than Eris, all they needed was one more person and the Illumination should go smoothly… Was there even another pair of firewings? 

Li’Ella had explained that because Flinx didn’t join them in the Illumination, it was imperfect. Just like how Fluminox didn’t join the other phoenix elder’s when they did the first Illumination. 

Like Father, like son, huh? 

But she never said anything about Fluminox giving him a pair of fire wings. Did… just being a phoenix count? Did the elders even need them? Or did they just need a little bit of phoenix power to launch the Illumination if they couldn’t find the ninth firewings? 

Cragger’s brain hurt as question after question filled his head. 

He wished Eris was here. She had a “soul of a phoenix” or whatever so he knows she could probably answer his questions. And even if she didn’t have that soul, he knew she was smart enough to come up with some sort of theory. 

Maybe one that would explain why they failed so badly? 

After all, the phoenix elders were able to cause some good from their sacrifice. Sure, it was imperfect and froze the Hunters while also giving them ice powers, but it did lead to the creation of Cavora, the chi, and all of Chima. (And Cragger was pretty grateful for that because he liked existing.) 

 Meanwhile, all they were able to do was… 

He smiled mischievously as he remembered his surprise for Laval, the very idea chasing away all the bad thoughts that plagued his brain. His smile didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Something on your mind, Craggy-wag?” He snapped to attention as Plovar landed right on his snout, his mother and father returning from their swim to sit next to him. 

“Oh, nothing really. Just happy you're all here.” 

-

If Flinx wanted to find a replacement for the ninth phoenix, then the first thing he needed to do was find the ninth firewings. 

And he knew just the panther to ask. 

Tormak was helping Li’Ella develop new weapons at their home, tinkering away at something that looked like a combination between a blowtorch and a paintbrush. He slammed open the door and marched right up to the two with a face full of determination. 

“WHERE ARE THE NINTH FIREWINGS?!” He demanded, feeling a bit of his spark blaze through his wings. 

Tormak looked at Flinx with a blank face and pointed at the necklace that he has worn for as long as he can remember. 

“Right there.” 

All that confidence and determination was shot down in an instant as Flinx gasped and removed the necklace. He threw it to the floor as if he would be burned by the very object. 

He looked at Tormak. Then at the necklace. Then back at Tormak. Then the necklace. And then turned to Li’Ella who gave him a look of sympathy. And then back at Tormak.

“How?” He whispered. “I mean… I would have known I was carrying around something that basically had the energy that spawned all of life into existence! RIGHT?!” 

Tormak placed whatever tool he held in his hand as he gave Flinx his full attention. 

“You know very well that the firewings can take different shapes, as you have seen with the eight heroes and their own wings. So, when… your father…” 

For a split second Tormak’s emotionless face shifted into one of grief. His frown deepened and he lowered his gaze before quickly shifting it back to Flinx. 

“Didn’t complete the Illumination, he had hoped that you would be better than him. So, he granted you a power that he felt would have helped you immensely. Though as wise as he was, perhaps he should have told you.”

“Oh.” Flinx mumbled, staring at his trembling hands. 

“But why can’t someone else do this?! I’m just a kid. A stupid kid that failed the last Illumination! I can do something else to help the war! Anything but this!” 

That's when Li’Ella spoke up. 

“Okay, Flinx. You said you wanted to help us, right? Well, that means you're going to have to do all you can. And frankly, I think it's a bit selfish of you to try to shovel this on someone else, when you have been avoiding this responsibility your entire life.” 

That took Flinx back a bit (Even Tormak hummed with interest with what his daughter had to say.) But she was right in a way… He was the only phoenix who hadn’t found his spark and before the war, he didn’t really care about finding it. “What was the rush,” he had said. 

The Lioness kept going. 

“I know this whole thing is really scary and yes, what you have been doing so far from getting Worriz and Razar back, to testing out my weapons has been really helpful. But you have the power and privilege to do so much more.”

She picked up Flinx’s necklace. 

“The responsibility and gravity of this situation is heavy, but it is something you aren’t going to face alone. Because right now, eight of our friends are risking their lives to redo something that had gotten them killed last time. And if you don't help them then they are going to die all over again.” 

Li’Ella offered the necklace to the young phoenix. 

“So, are you going to keep avoiding the power that you hold or are you going to finally reach your true potential?” 

Flinx couldn’t meet the lioness’s eyes. 

Though he knew her words came from a place of caring, it also came from a place of frustration. From the idea of having everything fail all over again and having to keep living in the Outlands. But he still couldn’t meet her eyes out of fear that he would see her disappointment in him. (Did she feel disappointed? He bet she felt some way about Flinx’s failure.) 

So, he simply stared at his reflection that shimmered in the necklace. His father’s words echoing in his head. 

Today you are the Ninth Phoenix.

He remembered when he had Laval, Cragger, and Eris watch over him because his Father wanted him to learn about their “primitive culture.” 

While he has been down here a lot longer than his father had thought, he has learned so much about them. 

He remembered how G’Loona had shown him around her home and taught him about how her tribe had lived. The pride on her face when she explained with joy. 

The happy look Li’Ella had when she got to meet other lions just like her. 

He remembered Laval looking after him as he played around in the Lion Temple and all the fun toys he had. (Does Laval miss those toys or even miss his old room at his old home? He seemed pretty fond of that Sir Punch-a-lots…) 

Lavertus’s carefree and cheery attitude that brought a smile to his face when they were trapped in the gorge. 

How determined everyone was to rush into the Outlands to find their spark of hope. 

But it wasn’t just those memories. 

It was all the ones he had made living in their little village, making new friends, and meeting the tribes he wasn’t able to hang out with too much. The idea of not using his full potential when he had a power that could help the others and probably be pretty useful in defending the others since not all of them could fly too well.

(Even with the training he had seen them do, they still flapped around like newborn chicks.) 

Li’Ella was right. He had to do this.

He took the necklace.

-

The smell of a bakery filled the house when Cragger returned, bringing up memories of his time in the Outlands. 

Following the scent, he found everyone in the kitchen, munching away on baked goods of different varieties, from muffins, to cupcakes, to cookies. 

“Lavertus baked us a few things.” Laval explained as he munched away on a blueberry muffin. 

“A few?” Cragger chuckled, taking a cookie of his own. He may not be too fond of that lion, but his baking skills were unmatched by anything he had tasted. But as much as he wanted to continue gobbling up goods, he had a feeling tonight would be the most normal night they would have for a while. It was now or never. 

“So… you wanna still want to go?” Cragger asked once he finished his snack. 

Laval tilted his head in confusion, before realizing the meaning of his words with a small gasp. 

“Oh! Yeah! Guys! We’re just gonna go out for a bit!” Laval told the others as they began to leave.

“Perhaps you should bring something for protection.” Razar teased. 

“SHUT UP!” Cragger yelled.

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Laval wasn’t sure what he was expecting as he rode along with Cragger to wherever he was taking them. But he didn’t know they were going beyond the border of the Outlands. 

Driving up the edge of the Outlands, Cragger waved to Foltrax who was guarding the border alongside the other phoenixes in case the Hunters got any bright ideas. The former pilot returned the gesture with a smile, as if this wasn’t the first time, he’d seen the croc do this. 

“Cragger? Where are we going?” Laval asked as they continued deeper into their frozen homeland. 

“You’ll see. ~” he said in a sing-song manner.

While he trusted Cragger, Laval couldn’t help but feel as if this date night was a bit risky. I mean, wouldn’t the Hunters be on high alert too. And since when did Cragger go out into Chima? 

But as they traveled along, zipping past the white frost covered land, he began to notice patches of… green?

Not just green. But pinks! Yellows! Even softer shades of blue. 

Flowers! Growing! Here!?!?

“Cragger? What is this?” Laval asked. He gave the lion a toothy grin. 

“You’ll see.” He said again. 

Any doubt in Laval’s mind was forgotten once his curiosity got the better of him. As they continued down the familiar path, the climate grew warmer, the air lost its sharp chilling winds, and the patches of green showed up more and more frequently till they grew into a field that led to-

“The Forever rock!” Laval stared in awe; jaw dropped at the impossible sight before them. 

The Forever Rock, their old hang out, unfrozen! The lake behind it flowed freely, their tally marks were still cut deep into the stone, even the cherry blossom tree was in bloom! By the rock there were two wooden swords, just like the ones they had used back in the day. Did Cragger plan this whole thing? Did he melt the ice himself? No, that was impossible. It would have just gotten frozen all over again! 

Laval cautiously got off his speedor, fearing that if he took one wrong step it would all disappear. Cragger right behind him.

“How… How is this possible?” He said, sliding down the hill to place a hand over the carving of Cragger’s and his silhouettes. 

“Well, I kinda wanted to do a little exploring and Li’Ella kinda told me about how our old spot was doing. Apparently, the Hunters couldn’t freeze it at all, but she doesn’t know why. So, I thought it would be nice to see the old place again.” 

Even though he had technically seen the Forever Rock a few days ago, being here all over again and seeing it untouched by the Hunter’s ice filled him with nostalgia as he recounted the amount of tally marks on each side.

Seventeen for Cragger. Nineteen for himself. 

 But it also filled him with regret… 

“Was this because of us? Was this all we could protect?” Laval asked.

Cragger blinked. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean…” Laval continued to stare at the tally marks on the stone that stood eternal. “The phoenix elders were able to save Chima back then with the first Illumination. Even if it wasn’t perfect, they were still able to stop the Hunters and… what was it? ‘Bring peace to the land’? While all we could do was protect our little spot? Even if we died, I would be fine with it if we were able to save our friends and family.” 

“Uh…” Cragger put his hands to his chest. 

He didn’t think of it like that. He was just happy to see their spot unfrozen. 

“Sorry. Was this a bad idea?” He asked. 

Laval immediately shifted all his attention to Cragger. “No! I’m happy we're here! And that I got to see this place one last time.” 

“Right… one last time…” Hopefully Flinx changed his mind. What was the point of even doing it all over again if they were just going to fail and die like last time? Would they just save another small patch of Chima? 

“Well then, wanna have a little fun just like old times?” Cragger picked up the toy sword and offered it to Laval. All traces of sorrow vanished with a child-like smile as Laval took the offered sword. 

“You're on. I can fight you single-handedly afterall!”

Chuckling at his boyfriend's dumb pun, Cragger charged. Laval blocked the attack with a chuckle of his own. With toy swords clacking and playful teasing in full swing, the two got into the ebb and flow of their little fight. 

Cragger didn’t know much about dating. But he knew a lot about Laval.

When he asked Plovar about dating ideas, he had suggested things like romantic boat rides or dinners. And while Razar and Worriz’s advice about telling Laval the truth sooner than later was helpful, he wasn’t sure if he’d like to go hunting or stealing at night. 

So, he figured they’d just play. And he seemed to be enjoying himself! Though the two did struggle with fighting a bit due to their missing limbs. (Cragger had tried to use his tail to knock Laval down, only to forget he was still missing some of it.) But they would pick themselves up and try again. 

“Nice try there, Cragger. Like I didn’t see that coming!” Laval remarked as he jumped over Cragger’s swinging sword. But failed to notice Cragger shoving the sword under his armpit. 

“You were saying?” 

Laval dramatically stumbled, putting an arm over his head as he collapsed like an actor putting on a show. 

Maybe it was the overly theatrical way he did it, but seeing Laval pull his “little keeling over and dying” shtick had Cragger cackling. Causing him to lose his balance and fall into the lake with a splash. 

Laval snapped right up, looking over the edge just in time to see the croc pop his head out from under the water. Not too far from his snout. 

“You okay?” He asked, reaching out his hand. 

Cragger took it. “Yeah… I’m fine…” He mumbled, as he was brought closer to Laval. 

And maybe it was just the lighting or the way Laval’s red eyes shimmered like rubies, or just how happy he felt. But he found himself leaning closer towards the lion, who was doing the same. 

Taking a breath, the two kissed. 

-

Sir Fangar was familiar with betrayal.

He had overheard one of his generals, Sirox, scheming with a few ice bears to overthrow him. His own sister, Sibress, had attempted to murder him in his sleep, in order to take over the tribe for herself.  Then of course there would be the occasional chi thief trying to take what is rightfully his.  For each and every attempt that dared to squander or insult his rule, he reacted appropriately by demonstrating to his fellow Hunters what happens when they double-cross him. 

Public torture and execution. 

But Stealthor was the first to get away and for whatever reason he couldn’t get over it. How could he! How could he help those warmbloods? Why would he…?

He never thought his right-hand saber tooth would betray him… Never assumed that he would side with the enemy!

But if he did, who else would dare cross him?

“Sir Fangar?”

It took all his willpower not to jump at Maula’s voice as she approached him atop one of the highest towers in his fortress. It would be so easy for her to push him off. He slowly moves closer to the exit. 

“What is it?” He spat, trying to mask his nerves.

“Our troops have been busy searching for the final fire wings but perhaps it would be best if we wait for those other fire wing wielders to find them for us.” 

That was a good idea. But… 

“I shall send my mammoths to-“

“ No! I shall confront them personally.” 

Maula blinked at the sudden rejection. “On your own? But surely you can’t take them all at once.” 

Fueled by fake confidence, the tyrant stood tall and gave the Mammoth leader what he hoped was a malicious grin. (It seemed to be working as she took a few steps back.) 

“Do not worry. I shall show those pitiful “guardians” what for. Evacuate your mammoths from the ruins. I shall meet them there and take care of them personally.” 

This could be a chance to demonstrate not only to those tribes hiding in the Outlands but to his Hunters why they should never double cross him. He watched her descend from the tower and ride off into the night to inform her troops of the plan. Once he made sure she was long gone, Sir Fangar scurried to his “new” trophy room to make sure he still had the root. 

It was still hidden away. Where no one dared to look!

If only this plant was still around! Stealthor would have never betrayed him if he had a living persuader plant. 

Would you need one if you actually earned their respect?

Sir Fangar’s eyes shot to the center of his little library. There among his shelves of literature was his most prized possession: the skull of his teacher. One that he growled at when it dared to even speak to him.

When he had decapitated the so-called phoenix king, he wanted to make sure Teacher was there alongside him. To see all his accomplishments. But now he hated the fact that he was still around to taunt him. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it. 

“What would you know about earning respect? After all, you spoke down on practically everyone you knew!”

Perhaps.

“There is no “perhaps” about it.” 

But have you ever considered the reason behind these betrayals? Why those who you had once thought loyal are in search of egress from your rule? All you have done is made them fear you. 

The saber-tooth punched the bookcase with a growl. Books fell to the floor. All the while the skull shuttered from its place on the shelf. 

As if it was laughing. 

“I’ll show you…” Sir Fangar shook his head as he slowly backed away, clutching the root in his hand. 

“I’ll show you ALL!”

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“How's that? Your head won’t fly off right?”

“Will you stop that!” 

“Oh, it's probably gonna be really cold out there.”
“You’re in luck my friend, I just so happen to have a little something for that horn of yours.” 

“Okay, try moving your arms a bit.”

“Ah! They feel perfect! Thanks dude!” 

Commotion rang about as everyone prepared. 

Bladvic helped make sure Gorzan’s prosthetic arms were on tight. Cragger helped secure Worriz’s stitches. Razar played with the money he just earned from Rogon, who was putting on the new horn cozy he just purchased. 

All the while, Laval was upstairs, staring at his reflection. 

He wasn’t one to care too much about his appearance. Back then he basically had multiple versions of the same outfit. 

But ever since Lavertus had given him his father’s crown, he couldn’t help but stare at himself as he wore it. Constantly checking to make sure it was still on his head and wondering if he was wearing it right. As if he hadn’t been wearing a crown correctly all his life. 

“Should I even wear it? I don’t want to lose it like I lost my own.” He mumbled out loud, tapping the blue jewels embedded into the crown. Of course, there was no response as everyone was downstairs, leaving the lion to answer it all on his own. 

“I’ve always worn a crown. It helps keep my mane out of the way! Heh, heh!” He chuckled, giving a sad smile to his reflection. Even though he had gotten used to his new look, it still made him worry to see how similar he and his friends looked to those Hunters. From the glowing eyes to the fatal looking injuries. 

As he thought about all of this, Laval’s eyes fell on the stub where his arm used to be. A little bit of bone was still peaking out from inside the wound. 

Curious to how it felt, he poked it gently. 

There wasn’t any pain or discomfort from touching what was basically an exposed wound. It was kinda like playing with a loose tooth, as the bone slightly wiggled when he touched it. And just like a loose tooth, he probably shouldn’t continue messing with it. He didn’t feel like losing any more body parts.

He turned back to his reflection and shrugged. 

“I think I’ll wear the crown. I want Sir Bucky to see it when we finally kick his ass!”

With that little distraction secure in his mind, he headed downstairs.

“Everyone ready?” Laval asked the gang, who cheered in agreement. 

“Let’s go get Chima back!” Cragger yelled.

As they all began to head out the door, they shouted their signature cheer.

“For Chim- huh?” But their cheer was interrupted when they noticed all eight of the legend beasts waiting outside the door, along with Ewald and Eglor.  

“They wanted to wish you luck before you left.” Eglor explained, holding a box of some kind.

“Aww. Beast dudes!” Gorzan said as he embraced his Gorilla Beasts with a hug that would have crushed anyone else. But to his beast it was just fine. 

The others did the same, happy to have their company one more time. 

Laval brought his forehead to Lion Beast’s own, who had to lean down due to his size. 

Stay safe out there, cub. We will see you on the other side. The lion beast said. Laval nodded, whipping a tear from his eye. As he did, he noticed the Eagle Beast watching longingly as the other beasts tended to their own warriors. Ewald had on a similar look while Eglor attempted to pat his back in reassurance, still balancing the box.

“Are you coming with us?” Laval asked them. 

As much as I desire to, I am needed on the battlefield. But I wish you luck on your mission. And tell Eris I said hi. She said, with a sympathetic expression. 

Laval nodded, patting the eagle’s wing. 

“And Li’Ella wanted us to give these to you. We may have added a few improvements though. Don’ttellher!” Eglor quickly added, handing over a box that (from how much it weighed) was probably full of weapons.  

“Thanks.” Laval huffed out as he placed the heavy box down for the others to see. 

“We’ll use them well and wisely.” 

-

“Li’Ella I don’t think I can fly with that.” Flinx said, examining what looked to be what happens if you put a flame thrower and an umbrella together. G’Loona and Wonald chuckled as they fixed up their weapons in Li’Ella’s workshop, watching the lioness act like an overprotective sister towards the phoenix. 

“Come on! It's the perfect shield!” 

“But I’ll be in the air! And I don’t think I’ll be able to fly around with it.” 

“Have you figured out how to fly?” G’Loona chimed in as she tinkered up her gauntlets.  

“Oh! Well. I just got to fall in through the top part. So hopefully someone will be able to just drop me off.”

The entire room grew silent as everyone turned towards Flinx. “You know the more I think about it, the more insane and half baked I feel this plan is.” 

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” Wonald said, as he polished some arrows. 

“I guess- AHHH!” Flinx yelped, startling everyone else as they turned to see Lavertus entering the workshop, dawning his old Shadowind attire. 

“IT STILL FITS!” Lavertus boosted. But the suit did hang a bit too loosely on him due to the fact that he had been losing weight over the years (the little window that used to reveal his abs showing mostly ribs) and the helmet looked a bit like it hadn’t been polished in a while. But that didn’t stop the G’Loona and Wonald from “oohing” and “awwing” at the suit and the elder lion feeling some sort of pride. 

“I thought Dad burned all your clothes?” Li’Ella asked with pure curiosity. 

“I did. But apparently this one has some sort of special meaning, so I let him keep it.” Tormak said, as he entered the room. His Tygafyre bow strapped to his back, freshly charged, and his Fryeclaw in one hand and… Fluminox’s staff in the other.  

“Perhaps you would want to take this with you.” Tormak said as he handed the staff to Flinx. The young phoenix took it with shaking hands. 

“Yeah. That's probably a pretty good weapon.” Li’Ella said, casting a glance at her own weaponry. Lavertus hummed in agreement, removing his helmet to reveal his sympathetic expression. 

“Yeah…” Flinx muttered, staring at his reflection in the staff.

He remembered one time when he was younger, his father had fallen asleep on the throne, his staff leaning right by his side. He had taken it and it took his father, Tormak, and a few guards hours to finally get the staff back as he ran around the castle with it. Even then it was Li’Ella who had caught him in the end. 

But to see the staff in his hands now, after all these years, it made him feel powerful? Like all the phoenix’s who had pasted due to this stupid war were fighting along side him. Including his dad.

And feeling G’Loona and Wonald put a hand on his shoulders just gave him even more reassurance. 

With a smile on his face, he held the staff up with pride.

“Let's do this!” 

-

Everyone bustled about as they prepared for battle. 

The wolves and rhinos polished their trucks. Rinona helped load up Windra’s wolfcopter in the back of her truck while the said wolf rode shotgun. 

G’Loona helped double check to make sure the gorilla mechs were all in tip top shape. 

The bears were doing the same to make sure they were strong enough to take down those ice bears.

The eagles and ravens loaded their jets with special projectiles crafted by Reegull (who was too busy making sure Rubiz didn’t sneak on any of the jets).

The beavers helped triple check everything because as far as everyone was concerned it was better to be safe than sorry for this battle. 

And the phoenix and tigers handed out fire chi to everyone. 

All the while, Stealthor watched with nervous content. 

While the saber-tooth had helped the warm-blooded tribes of Chima, that doesn’t mean he was allowed to just roam free. As two guards, Lundor and Trakkar would constantly be at his side to make sure he didn’t plan any “funny business.” Constantly looking over his shoulder while he was communicating with Mottrott, Vardy, and Voom Voom. 

The three had been keeping the Saber-tooth updated, informing him that Sir Fangar had ordered every single Hunter to guard his fortress. But they made sure to sabotage as much as they could, cutting the cords on some of the jets, hiding blasters, and Mottrott even sent Mungus off to “play.” All the while, the gang would whisper to others about Sir Fangar’s rule. Pacifically things like, “should we really have a guy that is hoarding something we need to live, while threatening us, and also remember last week's public torture and execution.” 

He knew there were others who didn’t like Sir Fangar being in charge, but they were just too scared to act. 

Stealthor hoped that maybe after the Illumination, they would finally be able to bring Fangar to justice. 

A hope that continued to grow when he saw the eight guardians, along with the phoenix prince, ride off towards their homeland. 

-

He wanted to bring his teacher along to see what he was about to do. But he wasn’t exactly sure where to put it…

If only he had gotten him crafted into a shoulder pad for a little extra protection. (And for a little bit more intimidation.) Afterall, Stealthor was very handy with that sort of thing.

…

Oh.

Right… 

Fangar clenched his fist at the memory of his right-hand saber-tooth’s betrayal. Instead trying to focus all his attention on his fortress in the distance. 

Every vulture, mammoth, ice bear, and saber-tooth stood guard, ready to blast those pathetic guardians right out of the sky. But it won't come to that. He will succeed.

Will you?

“Shut up!”

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Cragger was grateful they wouldn’t be flying towards the ruins of the eagle spire, as everyone drove along in speedors in complete silence. Each one lit up with their own signature glow, aside from Laval and Flinx sharing the same sort of red. 

Cragger stared at the green glow that lit the tribal stone wheel to life as he rode along. It reminded him of the crawlers in a way, which just made him more pissed about the fact that they weren’t here! This was their fight too! Ugh!

At least his anger towards the crawler distracted him from the dread of finding Eris. 

Laval had said something was wrong with her face, pacifically the fact that he didn’t have one. But whether he meant it was just sliced off or revealing bone he didn’t know. 

But it should be fine. The upper part of Cragger’s face was basically his skull and Bladvic had a little bit of his own skull peeking out from under his fur. So, she shouldn’t look too bad compared to all of them…

Right?

Cragger had once made fun of Eris for being a little kooky. Not just during the whole fire dreaming stuff but even when they were kids (well they were still kids… technically) he felt like the two would constantly get into verbal fights. Ones that usually started because he would make fun of what she was reading, being smart or whatever. 

He wasn’t really sure why he did it. But he knew the moment he would get a chance; he was going to apologize. Afterall, she was the reason they were able to fight against the Hunters due to her connection to the phoenix and her determination to find them. Sure, they failed the first time but that's not her fault. It’s that damn Sabor-freak. 

The sun had yet to rise over the horizon when they arrived at the Eagle Spires. Well, what was left of it. 

Every tower had been taken down when the Hunters raided the spires after claiming the Lion Temple as their own. But no guards lingered in the area, as Cragger noticed the battle in the distance. Stealthor did say that every Hunter was at the Temple, but it's odd how there was absolutely no one whatsoever. 

Once everyone parked their speedors, entering through a hole at the top of the dome of what used to be the library. 

It leaned against what was left of the spire, now devoid of all the literature it once held for its people. As they entered, sounds of creaking went off as if the old building was ready to collapse at any moment. 

“Sooooo… does anyone know where she is?” Flinx asked, flinching at the echo his voice made in the empty library. Cragger focused on Eris's light, the others doing the same as they all turned towards the same direction. 

“Oh! She's right there!” Cragger said, pointing towards what used to be the glass dome at the top of the library but was now nothing but a field of shattered glass. 

“Come on!” Cragger said.

“Carefull, Cragger.” Laval called out to him as the others followed suit. 

Cragger climbed down, using the many bookcases as a sort of ladder while the others just summoned their fire wings and simply flew down with Flinx riding on Laval’s back.

Despite this Cragger was able to get down first. But before he could even begin digging her out, a sword shot down at his feet. Causing Cragger to stumble back a bit, landing right on his butt. (Much to his embarrassment.) Before anyone else could react, a deep horrid chuckle echoed throughout the library. 

“Thank you so much for finding your little friend for me.” Sir Fangar said as he emerged from atop one of the indoor balconies that overlooked the whole library. . 

Everyone dawned their weapons, wings blazing as they all glared at the dictator that started this whole mess.

“Oh, that won't be necessary. I must say, you all look terrible. Just like us in a way.” Sir Fangar cooed, in his own sickeningly creepy way. 

“Where's your other Hunters Bucky? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Laval growled, the heels of his feet ready to jump up and slice that grin off his face.

The dictator dared to chuckle, as he waved his hand towards the temple. “There is no need for them at the moment. I have all the power I could want to defeat you all.” 

Everyone was ready to pounce.

Gorzan pounding his metal fist together. 

Worriz brandished his sword. 

Razar doing the same with his ax. 

Rogon stomped his foot, ready to charge with what's left of his horn. 

Bladvic brandished his claws. 

Laval’s sword glowed like a flame. 

All the while Cragger stumbled, right next to Flinx who dared to ask, “And what would that be?” 

That damn chuckle returned as Sir Fangar pulled something out of his pocket. A snapping sound went off, making everyone tense up, as he revealed…

A match. 

“What?” Cragger said out loud, voicing everyone's confusion. 

“This.” Was all Fangar said before he pulled out a familiar root. 

One that made Cragger’s eyes grow wide. 

One that made everything go in slow motion as the dictator with a frozen heart threw it to the ground. 

One that made Cragger grab the nearest lucky soul to move them away from the cursed smoke. 

One that, sadly, no one else recognized until it was too late. 

As Cragger and Flinx fell to the ground (right over the painful amount of glass) he heard the sound of growls, caws, howls and roars go off as everyone (his friends, his love, his family) fell to the ground. 

 “Ah! What's wrong with them!?” Flinx yelled, about to step closer to the smoke. 

Cragger grabbed his arm. “No! Don’t! Or you’ll get lost in the fog too!” Flinx turned to the croc with a look of confusion. 

“Fog? But they need our help! Are they hurt!?” 

“YOU’LL BE THE ONE WHO GETS HURT, PHOENIX CHILD!” Sir Fangar yelled, as he jumped off his little perch and swiped at the phoenix. Flinx’s wings blaze to life as he deflected the saber tooth tiger’s sword with his newly gifted staff. 

“You're going to burn for what you DID TO THEM!” Flinx screeched. 

Cragger readied his own sword to join in the fray, but then realized that this would be the perfect time to find Eris. As the two clashed swords, Cragger dug around the wreckage where he felt Eris’s light. 

Why were so many of them underground? Because that's where dead bodies should be? Oh, he didn’t like that thought. He tried focusing more on the task of digging out Eris… But when he saw her face it DEFINITELY didn’t calm his nerves. 

Damn, she really got it the worst.

Once he dug up enough dirt, he yanked her frozen body out from the ground but immediately fell on his butt again due to how heavy she was. 

He dug through his pockets to find an orb of fire chi but quickly realized he didn’t have any. 

“Flinx! Fire chi?!” He yelped. 

“A little busy! Give me a second!” He yelled back, still defending himself from Sir Fangar’s ruthless attacks, with the saber tooth constantly swiping for the jugular. 

Cragger lifted up Eris’s frozen body and slung her on his shoulders. He cast a glance towards everyone still trapped in that dumbass fog of destiny. The crocodile was grateful that he hadn’t been pulled into the same trance his friends were currently trapped in. 

He still had nightmares about how easily he fell under its influence. The desire to battle all those who opposed him, painting his glowing form in shades of red. The others didn’t need to deal with another threat when they were basically helpless to stop any force on the outside from harming them. 

But how was he going to get them out?

If he gets any closer, he will just fall into the same dream of destiny alongside them. Laval literally had to move the fire away from them in order to snap them out of the fog's effects the last time this happened. But they didn’t have any golden chi with them to recreate that plan…

Finally, Flinx was able to knock Fanagr to the ground, giving him enough time to toss an orb of fire chi to Cragger. 

But before Cragger plugged the orb in for Eris, Fangar used the opportunity to pull out a blaster he had hidden away in his coat.

Firing a shot right at Flinx.

The little phoenix shot back into a wall, rubble falling on top of his unconscious body. 

“Flinx!” Cragger cried out. But there was no response. Sir Fangar pointed the blaster to the crocodile, who might as well have been frozen where he stood. 

“One wrong move and I will shoot.” The saber-tooth threatened.

Cragger growled, clutching his frozen friend like a child holding a plush toy. On the outside, he showed no fear. Only anger towards this monster.

But on the inside, he was terrified. In one fell swoop, he took out all his friends and in another he took out Flinx. He had to be careful. 

“Put down your weapon. Give up your friend. And I will let you live.” The crocodile rolled his eyes at the offer. It was so obviously a lie, but he let the frosted freak keep talking if it meant he could think of a plan. 

“You look so much like us, you know. You would fit right in. It was Cragger, correct?” 

That threw him off guard. 

As far as he knew, Sir Fangar never bothered to learn any of the “warmblood’s” names. He nodded, despite himself. 

“I learned a bit about you…”

Cragger noticed a pole that sort of lined up to where Fangar stood.

“These “eagles” seemed to write everything down. Including all your little crimes.”

If he just fired a shot at the thing then maybe it would strike Sir Fanagr and he could… Flee? He didn’t want to leave everyone behind!

“You were quite the cruel king.”

Cragger scoffed. “Pot meets kettle.” He said, remembering it as something Eris had once said. He hoped he was using it right. 

“I liberated my Hunters from the phoenix’s rule.” Sir Fangar spat. 

“The only thing you liberated from them were peaceful lives. Why else would Stealthor-”

“STEALTHOR WAS A FOOL TO CROSS ME!” With no warning, the frozen emperor fired. 

Cragger fell on his tail for the third time that day, dropping Eris in the process. He heard the sound of ice shattering and feared that she had shattered along with it. Blasting a shot of fire at Fangar's chest with his spear that Li'Ella tinkered with, Cragger turned to check on the eagle. He sighed in relief when he had only broken the ice and in fact had just freed her body from its icey containment. 

Scooping her up, he summoned his wings and took off as fast as he could out of the library. He heard the sound of roaring, followed by what had to be Sir Fangar leaping from balcony to balcony to reach him. But he didn’t dare look back to find out if he was right. 

He just kept flying.

Away from that frosty freak.

Away from his friends. 

And away from Laval. 

-

Eris opened her eyes to find herself leaning on the Forever Rock, the sun barely starting to rise over the horizon. 

She wasn’t surprised by Cragger’s new look, her visions informing her of exactly how he would look like. She stood up and examined her own little outfit.

She wore a soft sleeveless black dress with an eagle legend beast soaring through the sky embroidered on the left side of the skirt, a dark blue cloak that ended at her elbows with a blue and yellow pattern that ran along the end, and a white mask with its own patterns decorating the eyes and her forehead. Oh, and she also didn’t have her arms. So there was that. At least her wings were okay. 

Eris turned all her attention to Cragger who looked as if he was ready to to fall apart at any minute. So she opened her wings in the same way one would open their arms for a hug. 

“You did your best.” Was all she said, before Cragger collapsed in her embrace. 

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Laval felt powerful and helpless at the same time. 

The voiceless whispers of destiny filled his ears, as his whole body, no longer made of flesh, glowed with pure energy. Flipping between a shade of red similar to the color of his eyes, to that familiar blue emitted from chi.

The others had the same effect, shifting between blue and their respective colors. 

As destiny foretold to him, Laval tried to be a good leader. He tried to make sure everyone focused on the task at hand, and to not be swayed by the fog. 

He remembered how when he fought with Cragger in the fog, he was physically knocked out of its reach. Maybe they could do it again! 

But that's when everyone began to disappear. 

One by one. 

He saw everyone vanish into thin air. 

One moment Laval felt powerful, then he felt nothing at all. 

-

Li’Ella was preparing for this moment for years.

Long before she had found Laval and the first firewings, the lioness had been constantly thinking of ways to take back her homeland. 

To find her spark of hope.

She’d help fix up any weapons she could, and propose her plans of attack to almost anyone who would listen (mostly to her father and Lavertus). And even while she was out fetching anything she could, Li’Ella would find out things like where the Hunters stored their weapons or any possible plans to attack her family in the Outlands. 

(Thankfully she found none.)

Where were they? Eris should have been found by now, Li’Ella contemplated as she fought, riding the Lion Beast into battle. Her eyes couldn’t help but constantly dart over to the very family she was fighting for. 

Her father drove his Shadow Blazer, unfreezing any frozen allies with Lavertus right behind him,cackling in his Shadowind attire. 

G’Loona and Wonald fighting alongside their respective legend beasts. 

She heard Reegul laughing in his jet as she saw explosions of colorful goop with a few Hunters trapped inside. Along with some Hunters acting like… chickens? 

How’d he do that?

The bears took care of the ice bears, as they fought as viciously as their frosty counterparts. 

She knew the phoenix were borrowing a few raven and eagle jets (well “borrow” may not have been the right word when it came to the raven jets), accompanied by the classic sound of Foltrax yelling about how it was “blazing time” over the roaring engines of the Blazing Bastion. 

Everything had been leading up to this moment! 

But as much as she had prepared for their success, she had also prepared for their failure... 

A vehicle the size of a mammoth stomper with the head of a saber tooth tiger plowed through the crowd, both ally and enemy dodging the machine rolling through.

It shot to the top of the steps of the lion temple, its driver roaring at the top of his lungs to get everyone’s attention. Sir Fangar emerged from the driver's seat, with a wicked grin on his face. He had something tucked away in his cloak, but from the way it glowed bright despite the Hunter’s attempt to conceal the item, she knew what it was.

Horrified gasps echoed throughout the area when Sir Fangar revealed one of the fire wings, Laval’s from the looks of it.

(If Li’Ella had been paying attention to the crowd she would have seen both their forces and Fangar’s forces terrified at the scene playing out before them.) 

“YOUR GUARDIANS OF CHIMA ARE NO MORE! IF YOU WISH TO NOT PERISH THE SAME WAY THEY DID, YOU WILL SURRENDER NOW!” 

And just like that, all the fear.

Anger. 

And grief she felt when they lost the war all those years ago, came crashing down on her once again. 

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Cragger had kinda hoped that they could just sneak into the house, grab some spare speedors, and leave to the Crawler’s caves without anyone noticing them. He didn’t want anyone else who stayed behind (either because they were too young, too old, or just lack battle skills in general) to worry that they might have failed a third time. 

Unfortunately, there were two problems to that plan. 

1. They didn’t know where the Crawler’s new caves were
2. They were found anyway

“So, Sir Fangar captured everyone?!” Skinnet yelled as he rode alongside the croc, with Furty and Eris right beside them. Cragger shifted around on his speedor. The backpack on his back was a little heavier than he thought it would be. 

Or maybe it was just the guilt he felt wearing him down…

He shoved that thought aside. 

“Yeah… we didn’t do a great job…” Cragger admitted. Plovar patted his head with his wing in an attempt to comfort the croc, “Oh! There, there, Craggy-wag.” 

“Well, no one's messaging me back. So, if it makes you feel better, they might have failed to.” Furty theorized, sarcasm in full swing. 

Cragger had expected Eris to say something smart or witty, like, “Maybe they just don’t like talking to you.” (Well, HE would have definitely said that if he had thought of it at the time.) But she just rode along quietly. 

“Hey, Plovar. You mind giving me a minute with Eris.” Cragger whispered to the little bird, gesturing to the eagle. Plovar nodded and directed the chatty couple away from the two. Eris didn’t notice the change, seemingly absorbed in her own thoughts. 

“Hey, you good?” He asked, making her jump.

“What! Oh! Yeah… I’m just thinking…” She said, refusing to look him in the eye.

“I wish I was good at that. I’m doing it, but I don’t think I’m doing it RIGHT.” He said.

Eris chuckled in response, warming his heart. They could use a little laughter at a time like this. 

“But really, are you okay? I mean… you didn’t really get any time with anyone. And you just got revived so… you good…?” Cragger asked, unsure of how to phrase his question. 

Eris hummed in acknowledgement. “Well, I knew this was all coming anyway. Visions and stuff. I was prepared for it.” 

Cragger had a feeling she would be, but-.

“When did you find out?” 

“The moment we began to head straight for the Heart of Cavora.”

“Huh.” Cragger muttered softly. There would have been no turning back then and she wouldn’t have been able to warn anyone about their future demise. But-

“You could have saved yourself, right? I mean… maybe you could have lived if you stopped?” Cragger played with the idea in his head. 

Eris, stopping right as everyone took the plunge. 

She had wings her whole life so she would have been able to get to the Outlands easily, especially with the power of the Firewings protecting her. She could have been able to predict new paths to help those who fled into the Outlands. Maybe even predicted where the firewings were, just as he was able to sense the other’s lights.

Would everyone have been hiding in the Outlands as long as they were if she was around? Could she have found him and their friends earlier and a little bit less decayed? 

Or would she have predicted a new path that didn’t involve the firewings at all? Would Eris be able to find a way to win Chima back, leaving them to rot away? 

But these thoughts were worthless, as Eris never stopped flying that very day. She had died along with them, knowing full well of their fate. The only thought that mattered was a single question, swimming around in Cragger’s brain: Why?

Why did she fly onward, knowing full well she was going to die along with them?

“Why did you keep going? Why did you die with us? Especially since a lot of us had kinda been jerks.” That last part Cragger added without thinking, but it was true in a way. He had made fun of her for her visions when she was clearly in distress about them, doubting her every step of the way until he saw the phoenix with his very eyes. 

It almost felt like cruel justice in a way that those hot wings were as rude to him as he was to her. (Almost. It was fine if they had been rude to just him, but they were rude to practically everyone all because they were “groundborn”.)

Eris finally looked him in the eyes, like two blue stars shining in a sea as dark as the night. 

“I… I knew it was the only way I would get you all back.” 

Cragger blinked at the response. “Really?” He whispered. 

“Well, I may be an oracle, but I’m still scared of the future, and I don’t know everything. So, the idea of living in one without you guys, terrifies me. Even if you can be a little annoying.” Eris said, making Cragger chuckle nervously. 

“Maybe if I did stop, we would have been able to end this sooner. And maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad. But the idea of losing all of you, even when I knew you’d be back one day, I don’t know. I… I couldn’t do it. It was all happening so fast! I couldn’t stop. I just had to keep going. Even if I died too. I didn’t-” Eris choked on her own words, as she shed her tears. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She mumbled, stopping her speedor so she wouldn’t accidentally crash into anything. 

Cragger did the same, bringing the eagle into a hug. 

He finally realized the toll all this had on his poor friend. As cool and helpful as future vision sounded, seeing one of the toughest persons he knows (though he’d never admit it) sobbing uncontrollably in his arms made him wish he had the power to take this horrible “gift” away from her. 

Unfortunately, he wasn’t very good at ridding people of supernatural abilities.

But he was a bit better at trying to comfort them. 

“It’s okay, Eris. I kinda get it.” 

“How?” Her voice came out in an almost threatening manner, as if he dared to compare his struggles to her’s. 

Cragger responded with patients. “When I was King, I was so frustrated and scared with all the power I had. Even before Crooler shoved that stupid plant in my face, I had no idea what to do. I just… I didn’t want any of it… I just wanted my parents back.” He hoped they were okay on the battlefield, but he shoved that thought down and kept going. 

“And the only reason I was able to emerge from that stupid fog and come to my senses was because of my friends. Laval was able to remind me of what was important, and he was even able to bring back my mom! It made me realize that we can’t live without friendship, just like we can’t live without water. So I want to remind you that we’re your friends and we’ll help you. I’m sorry I didn’t before, but I’m going to be better now.” Cragger said with a smile.

Eris lifted her mask slightly, to wipe away her tears. Even though he couldn’t see her smile, from the look in her eyes he knew it was there. 

“Thanks, old friend.” She said, with a sniff.

“Anytime.”

“YOU TWO DONE YET?” Cragger and Eris turned to Furty, who looked like they had been crying, despite the bored expression masking their face. Plovar and Skinnet however made no such attempts to hide their emotions, with the two still recovering from bawling their eyes out. Cragger couldn’t help but slightly chuckle at the scene, despite the three eavesdropping in on their conversation. Eris did the same. But all laughter died at Furty’s words.

“We’re here.” 

-

Despite it being ten years and the Crawler’s (supposedly) being on good terms with everyone, Eris was still a little tense. 

Two scorpions guarded the entrance of the cave (a cave that was practically pitch black and full of Beasts knows what), one was ginormous with four legs and another that looked a lot like all the other ones. They stared ahead, faces unreadable, but as they all approached, the two instantly lit up with joy. 

“Skinnet!” They shouted with joy, running up to embrace the skunk who happily let them. All the tension Eris felt melted away at the sight of Skinnet greeting those who were probably long time friends. 

“Hey, Scrug! Hey, Scutter! We need to see King Scrom.” Skinnet happily explained, once they put the little guy down. 

“Of course! Did you guys win?!” Scrug asked. 

“Are we gonna see Chima again?!” Scutter added, with child-like excitement. 

The idea of breaking the news to these two broke Eris’s hearts. Luckily Cragger did it for her. 

In his own way.
“Well, we really need your help! Like now! So, if you can see Scrom…” Cragger gestured to the cave. The two nodded. “Come on in! But… he might not be too willing to help.” Scrug warned. 

They entered the cave, following the pair who joyfully chatted away with Skinnet. 

“How were they able to make friends with these jerk-faced scorpions?” Cragger asked the fox. 

Furty turned away in embarrassment and Eris was sure if the fox didn’t have fur, she would have seen them blush. “Idon’twannatalkaboutit.” They said, rather quickly, much to Eris’s and Cragger’s confusion. 

“Oh… K…” 

Plovar shifted nervously on Skinnet’s shoulder, before flying over to Cragger. 

“I can’t take being in these caves. Cragger, open up! Even if it is a decaying, horribly tasting mess, I know I’ll feel calmer in your mouth.” 

But Cragger shook his head. 

“Uh… Plovar… I’m gonna need my mouth to talk. Maybe you can go in my bag.”  Cragger removed his backpack to let the worried little bird inside. Only to scream at the sight of another already in there. Everyone turned to peek inside the bag, crimson eyes returning their gaze as a little raven child emerged from inside. 

“Wha- RUBIZ! GO HOME!”  Cragger yelped. 

Rubiz didn’t listen and just kept walking in silence. 

The croc shook his head with a growl, as Eris chuckled and watched the little kid continue down the cave like she owned the place. 

Skinnet shrugged. “Oh, well. The more the merrier!” He said, following Rubiz. Everyone did the same, as Cragger rolled his and continued along mumbling, “How does she keep doing this?” 

Not too long after, they found themselves in the home of the scorpions, spiders, and bats. It looked like a much nicer version of the cave they had fought the Outland tribes in, albeit more developed and even quite colorful. 

The fortress had been painted in shades of gold, green, and brown, giving it an almost earthy vibe that reminded Eris of Gorilla Forest. There were even a few plants scattered around. 

Members of the three tribes roamed about the streets, chattering amongst themselves. She saw spider’s selling silk spun tapestries, dyed in all sorts of colors. She saw bats hanging around the ceiling, resting or chattering in their own language. She even noticed a few unfamiliar young scorpions, much younger than the ones she had fought back in the day, playing games or reading books. 

This place truly felt like a home to those who inhabited it. 

Scutter, Scrug, and Skinnet waved at the spider guards as they entered the fortress, the arachnids smiling as they waved back. 

It was an odd sight to see those who wanted to “squish” her and her friends allowing them to enter their fortress. They continued down the hall and ran into a spider with only two arms and a lot of beauty products, mumbling away. 

“Got her eyeliner. Her lipstick. Her- OH! Scrug! Scutter! You brought guests!” He said, full of excitement. 

Scrug nodded. “Hey, Sparratus! Mind fetching Spinlyn, Scrom, and Braptor for us. These guys need a meeting with them.” He gestured to Cragger and Eris. 

“Okay! Meet you in the map room!” The spider said, before running off.
“You have a map room?!” Cragger said in shock, the one in the Lion Temple coming to mind. 

“Yeah! One of the Outlands!” Scutter said. 

It was indeed a map of the Outlands. Greens and brown tiles painted a picture of the dangerous jungles that resided alongside Chima’s borders. The map was shaped like a crescent moon, but the place where Chima should have been was not in the picture. 

But there was Lavertus’s hideout, there was Santuario, and that green gem embedded into the stone (the one that Rubiz eyed with the look of a true thief) must be the Fortress.

These guys really made it good for themselves. Eris thought, with a twinge of jealousy. 

It was Scorm’s fault those Hunter’s crawled their asses up to Chima, but here he was living it up as if nothing happened. As if her people’s suffering meant nothing to that bug.  

Speaking of the little devil, Sparratus opened the door for the kings and queen of the Crawlers. 

The moment Spinlyn and Brapotor saw Eris and Cragger their faces grew pale. Not due to their ghastly appearance, but at the realization of their very presence. They knew the plan. If she and Cragger were here, then… 

Scrom had on a similar look for a split second before shifting to one that he considered more dignified for a king. 

“What are you doing here?” He said, rather harshly. 

His words made Eris’s blood boil. 

Cragger started talking. “Well, we kinda need your help. Since you all have perfectly good armies, and this is just as much your fight as it is ours.”

“Yes… you mentioned something like that at that meeting. But I disagree.” 

To her surprise, everyone groaned. Even Spinlyn rolled her eyes as Braptor shook his head. 

“Come on, King Scorm! They need us!” Scrug said. 

“Can’t you see they're hurting. Look at this one.” Scutter picked up Rubiz by the shoulders, who remained unfazed. “LOOK AT THEIR PAIN!” He said. 

“Come on, Scorm. Think about the greater good! Look into your heart or… whatever… I don’t know… Laval usually does the emotional hope speeches.” Cragger said. 

“They might have a point. I don’t think we can hide forever.” Spinlyn said in agreement, a small smidge of sympathy replacing her default vain expression. 

But Scorm scoffed. “Pff. Yeah, I don’t think so. Why should we throw ourselves into danger like that?”

“HA! Why?!” Eris laughed. 

The looks of shock on everyone’s faces made her realize how quiet she had been the whole time. But she kept going. 

“Why would you throw yourselves into danger? Oh, I don’t know. It's not like if you don’t help us now, no one will come to your aid if the Hunters DO attack. And do you really think they’ll just stop at the borders of Outlands. After we tried to attack them. No. 

They are going to want to take down any possible threat. You can tell Sir Fangar that you wouldn’t dream of attacking him when he comes knocking at your door. I doubt he’d believe you though. He’s not really one to make alliances with, how’d he put it, warmbloods.” 

She paced around the scorpion like a predator studying its prey. The bug whimpered under her moonlight gaze. 

“And if they do come, I don’t think I’d help defend you. You know, why? I’m sick of your attitude. You were lucky when we saved you from that trophy room all those years ago. Lucky but ungrateful. Do you ever wonder what would have happened if we didn’t save you from that frozen prison? If we weren’t so helpful ? Well, you're about to find out because I’m done. I’m not going to help someone who has repeatedly disrespected my home! So, if you don’t join in on this fight, then you're on your own.” 

The world was silent as all eyes turned to the Scorpion King, the oracle's words echoing in his mind. 

He looked at everyone except for Eris, as if searching for an answer or objection from anyone other than the eagle who could see the future. Nothing came. 

There was only one clear path that would protect his people from the frozen grips of that ice cold dictator.

He finally met Eris’s gaze, her eyes like two twin blue moons that held him in place. 

“Okay.” 

-

“Wow, Eris. That was… impressive.” Cragger said, wondering if that was the right word he should be using. 

Eris shrugged as she watched scorpions, spiders, and bats busying themselves by preparing weapons and vehicles. Furty and Skinnet chatted away with Scutter and Scrug, while Rubiz climbed onto Eris’s shoulders for a piggyback. (A ravenback?) 

“I just said what I knew would happen. I’m tired of that guy being such a jerk.” She muttered. “But are you ready for round two?” She joked. 

Cragger gave her his trademark toothy grin and gave her a side hug. “For them, I’d do it every time.” 

-

“Shall my dear Mungus help you place these new trophies in your trophy room?” Maula asked Sir Fangar, who refused to look her in the eye. 

“No. I’m fine.” He said, quickly, shooing away Mungus’s hand from his truck. 

The young mammoth tilted his head in confusion as if catching on that something was up with their leader. 

“Sir Fangar?” Vardy flew into the courtyard, making the normally ice-cold leader jump. 

“We have captured as many of the warmbloods as we could, along with a few of their beasts.” 

“Hmm.” Was all he said, much to their confusion. 

Vardy shifted uncomfortably as if struggling with what he had to say next. “Well, we have also captured Stealthor-”

“WHAT?!” The bored and tired look Sir Fangar had on his face vanished as he grabbed the vulture by the shoulders, much to the bird's horrors.

“Then we are going to show EVERYONE what happens when you betray me! Prepare my tools. But he won't be the only one shedding blood today.” Sir Fangar growled, as he boarded his truck and left the three to their own devices. 

“Oh, I hate it when he talks about that stuff in front of my dear Mungus.” She said, patting the mammoth child’s head in reassurance. 

“Well, it's a good thing I didn’t mention this.” Vardy turned to the Mammoth Queen. “A few guards found your son sabotaging our jets. Along with… Vornon and VoomVoom…” He struggled to say the names of two of his closest allies, too scared to even picture their fate. 

Maula gasped. “Oh! You don’t think… he…” The Queen stuttered.

“Motty… in trouble…” Mungus whimpered. 

“I’m afraid so.” Vardy said.

“NO! He can’t! I… You know what will happen to him!” Maula cried, tears forming around her eyes. Mungus patted his mother’s back, while trying to wipe away his own tears. 

“And I know… I don’t want Stealthor to suffer the same fate.” Vardy said, surprising the mammoths. 

So the two leaders devised a plan. 

Chapter Text

“Tormak, I love you. But I swear if you pull another heroic sacrifice move, I will push you off a cliff.” Lavertus said with a smile on his face as he tended to Tormak’s wounds. 

The panther grunted in acknowledgement, barely registering the bandages being wrapped around his arm. Lavertus frowned. Guess it wasn’t really the best time for jokes at the moment…

They were a bit too far from the Outlands, so they set up a small camp in a cave by the Spiral Mountain, the wind whipping outside in a harsh manner. Their communicators buzzed with friends telling them of what was happening. 

They didn’t know exactly how many of them were caught, but G’Loona and Wonald were filling them in. 

Eagle and Raven Beasts were captured along with their riders, Razcal and Ewald. So was the Crocodile, Rhino, and Bear Beast. While the Wolf and Gorilla Beast were with G’Loona and Wonald they had no idea where the Lion Beast was. 

Along with Li’Ella.

But as far as they knew everyone else was being held prisoner. 

Surprisingly, all those captured weren’t frozen, as Sir Fangar wanted them alive and aware of what was to happen next. 

But those who weren’t able to “follow instructions” had been promptly encased in ice on the spot but will be released when the time comes for Sir Fangar’s “demonstration”. 

Lavertus told the teens to be careful and not to do anything drastic, but he had a feeling his words of wisdom would go unheard. Then again, he wouldn’t have listened to himself either. 

“How's your back?” Lavertus asked, remembering the sound of a horrid blow from a Hunter striking Tormak’s spine. 

“It’s fine.” The response came out automatic, something that felt so uncharacteristic for the Tunnel Cat. 

“Oh. I…” Lavertus tried to think of what to say, but what could he say? 

And what could they even do? Go back to the Outlands? The Hunters wouldn’t just let them be anymore, not after this attack. Lavertus had lived in the Outlands all his life so the idea of going even farther than that… He couldn’t wrap his head around it. 

Not to mention how he hated the idea of just leaving everyone he knew and loved behind. Especially Laval. 

“He’s won.” Tormak had basically read his mind, voicing the words he feared to say. “We tried our best, Lavertus. I’m sorry, but I don’t think we'll win this one.” 

The words that Lavetus almost wanted to snap at Tormak for daring to say. But he didn’t have it in him. 

He didn’t want to fight the only one by his side at the moment, knowing it would do him no good. Sighing in defeat, he sat next to the panther, leaning his head on his shoulder. Tormak put an arm around his shoulder in silence and Lavertus allowed the pull of sleep to take him away from this nightmare.

But the buzz of his communicator refused to grant him that mercy. 

He pulled it out with a huff and checked it one more time, allowing Tormak to peek over his shoulder. 

A few were some late messages from Furty that only just reached the pair now. 

But one was from Cragger. Lavertus opened it immediately.  

“The Crawlers are in. They’re on their way right now. Wonald said they are in the Temple trying to find the firewings. Eris is awake. The Illumination is still on.”

They gasped and stared at each other wide eyed. Typical for that Sabertooth to be lying through his teeth. Lavertus suddenly shot up, looking at his speedor where his Shadowind helmet rested on the wheel. 

“There's still hope! There's HOPE!” His voice echoed off the cave walls, the word “hope” repeating over and over again. 

He then turned to the injured Tormak who was beginning to get up despite the visible pain on his face.

“You're coming?” He asked the Tunnel Cat.

“Of course, I’m coming.” He choked out, slightly limping towards his speedor. 

“But- Are you sure? What if you get hurt? Look buddy-”

“Nothing you can say will stop me from joining you in this battle. Whether or not this is my final battle, I want to fight by your side.” 

It was the fact that he said, “join you” and “by your side” that made Lavertus’s heart skip a beat. Attempting to regaining his cool, he messaged Cragger back. 

“On our way. Or are we?” 

As he watched the panther struggle to board his speedor, he grinned as an idea that popped into his head. 

“Alright then, but I don’t think you're fit to ride in your speedor alone so why not ride with me Tunnel Cutie?” Lavertus said. The lion put on his helmet, completely missing the flabbergasted look Tormak had on his face. He held out his hand for the panther to climb aboard. The lion wouldn’t never know entirely what was floating through Tormak’s head as he stared at his offered hand. But he knew that he trusted him from the way he firmly grasped it. After he boarded the speedor, Lavertus chuckled. 

“Now hold on tight and let’s go kick that SaberTooth’s ass!” 

-

Flinx had curled up into a ball in the corner of the room, his right leg sticking out awkwardly due to the ice-cold metal chain wrapped around it.

He had never felt so cold.

Even the time he spent in the gorge was nothing compared to the blistering freeze he felt while being at the heart of it all. He was in the eye of the storm and yet it felt as if all the frostbite in the world was trying to do its best to tear him apart. The only thing that gave him comfort was the fact that he still had his firewings hanging around his neck. Sir Fanagr must not have realized what they were. 

Speak of the devil…

“Comfortable?” Flinx sucked in a breath as his eyes shot over to the horrid creature inching his way towards him. 

Like a predator taking his sweet time to devour his cornered prey. 

“Last I saw you; you barely reached your father’s knees. It’s good to see some things never change.” The sabertooth snarled, noting the way Flinx cowered before him. 

The thought of his father almost brought tears to his eyes. But he sucked it up, not wanting to give this monster the satisfaction of seeing him fall apart into a hopeless mess. 

“Now, I was wondering.” His rotting face got so close to him that Flinx finally noticed the bags under the tyrant’s eyes. (Along with his horrid breath.) 

“Since that damn Tunnel Cat escaped-” Flinx couldn’t help but sigh in relief knowing that someone he cared about made it out alive. Sir Fangar gave him a glare and kept going. 

“I need to know how to destroy those Firewings. So, if you want to see your friends one last time, you will tell me exactly how.” 

Flinx thought back to all the times his father or Tormak talked about the mystical objects, whether it be about the eight phoenix’s sacrifices or how they were all hidden away in the city’s ruins. But they never exactly mentioned a detailed explanation on how to destroy the essence of all-creation. Energy can be created, it can change, weaken, but it can never truly be destroyed. 

“I… I don’t know…” Flinx squeaked out, wishing he said it in a bit of a tougher voice. 

Sir Fangar bared his fangs. “Do not play games with me child!” 

“I don’t know! Dad never exactly handed me an instruction manual on how to get rid of one of the most powerful things in all the realms! And even if he did, I wouldn’t give it to you!” Flinx yelled. 

The two were locked into a staring contest, an icy cold glare staring into a fiery one. Sir Fangar finally broke with a snarl. 

“I truly thought their power had weakened after the Illumination failed for the second time. I do not need those tools of fire threatening my rule floating around! So-”

AHWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 

The sound of a howl rang throughout the Temple walls, followed by the shouting of aggravated guards. 

Sir Fangar turned to the phoenix and then towards the howls. He pounded his fist into a wall before stomping out of the room, like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. 

“We will discuss this after I get rid of all those damned warmbloods!” 

The phoenix’s heart filled with horror as Sir Fangar’s words sank in. He slammed the door shut, the sound of a lock and key dashing Flinx’s hopes of escape. 

“FLINX!” 

Or not. 

“AHHH!” He yelped, and turned to see G’Loona, Wonald, and the Gorilla Beast poking their heads out of the window. 

“You guys? You escaped?” Flinx said, after he collected himself. 

“Barely! Those ice freaks suck butts!” G’Loona said, striking the chain around his leg with her gauntlets, snapping it like it was nothing but a twig. 

Flinx rubbed his newly freed leg, before taking her offered hand. 

The young phoenix felt as if all the ice that dared to freeze any spark of hope within had him melted away. 

He hugged his friends with all his might, happy to finally see some familiar faces at last. The Gorilla Beast brought them into a hug of his own. But despite the fire within him returning, there was still a lot to do. 

“I’m so happy to see you guys but we need to free everyone. Especially Laval and the gang!” He said. 

The three nodded in agreement, G’Loona pulling out her communicator. 

“Cragger said the Crawlers are coming to help us through the caverns. They’ll attack when they bring everyone who was captured into the courtyard, right before that fanged freak pulls anything!” 

Flinx replayed what she said in his head, but still couldn’t believe it. “Cragger’s alive?” 

Wonald nodded. “Yeah! So is Eris! They’ll help find my brother and our friends!” 

The spark in Flinx’s heart grew brighter. 

“Then let's go help our friends!” 

-

Stealthor stood before the crowd of unwilling watchers with a heart full of acceptance for what was going to happen next. 

Mottrott, Voom Voom, and Vornon stood alongside him, all wearing their own chains and muzzles. Seemingly both enemy and former ally alike looked uneasy about what they were going to witness and Stealthor couldn’t exactly blame them. He had been forced to witness many of Sir Fangar’s little “shows”, and he still hadn’t gained an iron stomach for them. He doubted he ever would. 

The sea of feathered, scaled, and furred captors whispered among themselves. Many talked about the fate of the heroes, others pondered about those who were able to make it out of the temple. Some said prayers. Some told friends and family how much they loved them. 

He saw the royal crocodile family hold each other close. 

He saw that rhino who rode the truck comforting the wolf that drove the helicopter. 

He saw a bird that looked like a combination between a raven and an eagle pull out a locket, staring at it with sadness. 

Stealthor may have been the one on stage, but he was an audience to those who experienced the horrors of the Hunters. Making him truly feel the weight of his and his former ally’s actions, heavier than the chains that were wrapped around his neck and arms. It made his execution feel like cruel justice in a way. 

In the middle of the crowd, he saw the Beasts of Legends, chained and muzzled, looking almost pleased? And wasn’t the Wolf Beast able to escape? Why are they acting so calm?

Hunters were lined around the courtyard each attempting to keep a straight face while staring at those they’ve trusted about to be killed before them. Maula and Vardy walk up onto the stage to stand at his sides, Maula on his left and Vardy on his right. 

He didn’t look them in the eye, assuming that they probably hate him for daring to betray the hunt. Until Vardy leans into his ear. 

“We’re going to get you out of this.” 

Stealthor's eyes shifted towards the vulture, but he immediately looked away when Sir Fangar walked onto the stage. Followed by six Sabertooth guards. 

Silence rained down on the crowd as all eyes turned to the tyrant. 

Sir Fangar grinned.

“I have been dreaming of this day for years. Ten years ago, ever since I allowed you all to live in the Outlands I pondered when you would grow bold. When you would dare to challenge me. I’ll admit the resurfacing of the firewings was quite a shock and it never crossed my mind that they would resurface again. For that, I apologize.” He talked as if he was speaking to a group of children, making a few growl in response. As he did, Stealthor noticed the guards heading closer to Maula and Vardy. 

Sir Fangar continued his speech. 

“I have been far too reckless. Case and point.” 

Both the Mammoth Queen and the Vulture King were tackled to the ground. Four guards were needed to hold down Maula due to her pure strength while the other two held Vardy. Stealthor heard Mottrott call out to his mother, while Voom Voom and Vornon stood jaws dropping to the floor. 

Hunter and Warmblood alike gasped at the sight of two of the most high-ranking Hunters being tackled to the ground. Sir Fangar gestured to the scene playing out before them.
“An example must be made of everyone who dares to cross me! Especially if you wish to stand by my side!” 

Sir Fangar grabbed onto Stealthor’s chains and forced him to kneel. 

His sword rested on his shoulder, the sharpened tooth from their shared legend beast. 

He recalled the day Sir Fangar had returned with the ginormous tooth in his claws while missing one of his own. He claimed it came from their Legend Beast after he promised her he would bring her tribe glory. 

Stealthor wondered if this is what she had in mind…

He then whispered what the sabertooth had assumed would be the last words he would ever hear. 

“Say hello to Teacher.” 

With that Sir Fangar raised his sword into the air as gasps of horror echoed throughout the area. 

But before he could strike, a blast of green was fired in his direction, shooting him away from Stealthor. 

“TAKE THAT, HUNT HEAD!” A familiar voice shouted from above. 

Many cheered as Stealthor looked up to see Cragger and Eris flying on… a black cloud? 

-

In theory, Cragger loved the idea of jumping from a bat’s jet. 

It sounded so badass, and he’d seen Laval jump off high stuff all the time so if he can do it so can Cragger. 

In practice, however, he swiftly wished they had just hitched a ride on one of the spider’s stalkers or scorpian’s tanks. Even if it was underground. Emerging from the ground sounded cool too, right? 

The wind whipped around them as Cragger struggled to flap with his wings, still not used to his new avian features even after all the lessons he had.

Come on, up and down. Up and down. 

 He heard the spiders and scorpions fire shots at the temple, while the bats evacuated everyone in the courtyard. His eyes swiftly scanned the crowd before landing on his parents and his sister being helped up into a jet. Cragger sighed in relief at the sight of his family alive and well. 

Eris flew up next to him. 

“Come on! They’re by the garage!”
The two left the scene (Cragger hoping the Crawlers could hold their own for a bit) and headed towards the garage. Eris melted the frozen waterfall easily and flew right in, Cragger right at her heels.

“We’re almost there. We-” Eris halted suddenly, with Cragger almost crashing into her. 

“Why are you-OH!” In front of him was a giant mammoth holding a club, Mungus from what he remembered. 

Cragger summoned some flames, ready to blast anyone that stood in his way. But Eris stopped him with a “Wait!” 

Behind the not-so-little baby mammoth was a door shattered to bits. 

“Mungus… do the helping?” The young mammoth said, a little unsure. 

“Really?” Cragger practically shouted in shock. 

Mungus moved aside to allow the two to enter the room. There, each one of their friends stood frozen on a pedestal of their own. They looked almost peaceful since they had all frozen in their sleep. Cragger carefully stepped over to Laval’s icey form at the end of the line. He touched the cold crystal-like substance and attempted to see if anything was different about his boyfriend but he seemed fine. 

As more and more rumbling continued from above, Mungus whined with worry while clutching his club out of fear. “Mungus go help mama and bro…” He declared, running off to the battle above. 

Leaving Eris and Cragger on their own. 

But they wouldn’t be alone for long, as the eagle pulled out an orb of fire chi.

“Ready?”

"Let's do this!" 

Chapter Text

They decided to go down the line. 

First Bladvic. 

Placing an orb of chi into his harness, a blast of orange light shot out, soon followed by a roar. 

“Grr… Where are those- Oh! Eris! Cragger!” The bear brought them into a hug (A real bear hug!) and smiled for what felt like the first time in a while. “That was a really confusing dream but I’m assuming we didn’t… win…” He trailed off noticing their frozen friends. 

“Not yet. But don’t worry! We're gonna get some help.” 

Rogon was next. 

Once the light gray hue dyed down, it revealed a yawning Rogon. 

“Mmm? Am I still a rock… ERIS!” The rhino dashed over to the eagle, picking her up, and swinging her around with glee. The young couple chuckled while Bladvic and Cragger flashed their own grins at the sight. 

“Oh! I missed you so much, my love!” Rogon cried. 

“Heh, heh! I missed you two, Sweetie!” Eris said. 

The two held each other tight, happy to finally be reunited. Cragger let them have a minute as he plugged an orb into their next friend. 

Worriz emerged from the light ready to strike down the enemy. He lunged forward with claws at the ready, Cragger scuttering out of the way just in time. 

“Where? Where is that saber- Where are we?” He barked in confusion. The wolf looked around at the sight playing out before him, eyes shifting from the lovey-dovey eagle and rhino to his popsicle of a boyfriend. Cragger patted his back in reassurance. 

“Just waking you guys up from your little naps.” He smiled as he put in an orb of fire chi into the next harness. 

“AH! Where’d my treasure go?!” Razar cawed out once he emerged from his frosted prison. He patted his empty pockets in a hopeless search to find his missing stuff. 

“Razar!” Worriz hugged the raven, much to his surprise. 

“Oh! Here it is.” Razar smiled as he hugged him back, the two sharing a little kiss. 

After Cragger plugged some fire chi into Gorzan’s harness, he soon found himself being wrapped in a tight hug. 

“Dudes! I missed you guys.” Gorzan cried, soon heading over to give everyone else a hug. Along with fist bumping Rogon. Cragger gave everyone one last good look. 

Pride and joy filled his heart as he saw them all together. Grinning at the fact that after all these years, not even the frozen heart of a magical freeze could keep them apart. 

And last but certainly not least was Laval. The others grew silent as Cragger placed the orb of fire chi in his chest. 

Come on, Laval. You know we can’t do this without you. Cragger thought as a blast of red light engulfed his vision. 

-

When he was forced to leave the world of the living once again it felt so cold…

But now as he watched the sunset from atop the Spiral Mountain, he could feel the last few rays of sunshine warming him up. He kicked his feet over the edge and looked down at the long drop that would haunt any flightless creature. 

(Not him though. He could soar through the air easily!)

Right? 

“I think I’m going to have to go soon.” He practically whispered. 

(Where did he need to go?)

Destiny was calling him…

“I’m afraid so.” His father nodded in agreement. He patted his back, giving him a smile that had refused to be ravaged by time.  

“Don’t worry. We’ll be right here cheering you on!” His mother said as she tapped a finger on his nose. “Boop!” She laughed. 

“Mom.” He chuckled bashfully, like a teenager who was embarrassed in front of his friends.

His friends…

(The feeling of the wind blowing around his cape felt like wings)

The sun was so bright…

Did someone say his name? 

“Gonna miss you, my little cub. But I understand that you gotta go kick ass.” His mother chuckled. 

“Lumabelle.” His father smiled, raising an eyebrow playfully. 

“What? You know he will! Heh heh!” 

He thought he heard them say something, but it was getting harder to hear them. (Are they even talking to him?) 

Laval cast one last look to that familiar Chima he had known all his life. 

He knows it will never be the same again. 

It will never be exactly as he remembered or even how he wants it to be. Maybe even after the Illumination, it probably won't stay peaceful for long. Who knows? But he will keep fighting for it…

And he knows he's not doing it alone. His friends were waiting for him, his family was waiting for him, and his home was calling his name. 

Someday he will have to say goodbye to Chima for good… but not yet. 

He gave his parents one last hug and wiped the tears from his eyes. 

“Bye, Dad. Bye, Mom.”

-

“Laval?” 

The lion opened his eyes, meeting Cragger’s green gaze. He smiled and could already feel more tears coming on as he saw everyone here with him. 

“Hey Cra-”

“Look at your outfit!” The croc pointed at him, smiling wide. 

Laval looked down at his reflection in a puddle on the floor and saw he was no longer wearing a red clad version of a lion’s attire. 

But he was now wearing something that was much more similar to his original outfit! Only now he had a cape lined with white fur and a gold pauldron on his left shoulder. The bandages that were wrapped around his arm to protect the exposed bones on his wrist were now replaced with a gold cuff. While a golden chest plate took the place of his firewings, which were now hanging on his cloak, right over his heart. 

“Different but the same.” He whispered to himself, smiling at his reflection. 

“It certainly suits you more.” 

Laval eyes shot up when he realized who spoke. 

“Eris!” He cried out. He threw his arms around his friend, Eris doing the same as she squeezed him tight. 

He soon felt everyone follow suit as they all held each other close (even Worriz). For a moment, Laval just let all his worries wash away as he simply enjoyed his friends' company. 

But the sound of an explosion from above reminded them all of the reality of the situation. 

“Oh, yeah. There's a war. We should probably go help. But before we leave…” Laval began before being interrupted by Worriz. 

“We know. Wings of the phoenix and souls of Cavora.” He grumbled, while rolling his eyes. Baldvic nudged him in the gut with his elbow.

“Actually, I was gonna say whatever happens next, I’m happy you all are by my side. Thank you.” 

The others smiled in response to the lion’s kind words and they might have done another group hug. 

If another explosion didn’t go off from above. 

“Okay! Now let's go!” 

-

The castle was basically empty once everyone gathered into the courtyard. Flinx, G’Loona, Wonald, and the Gorilla Beast ran to the drawbridge, looking down at the battle below. The bats had evacuated anyone too injured to fight, while those who remained dawned some Crawler themed weapons and even speedors. The enemy was overwhelmed on all sides. Scorpions stung them with their stingers and ordered them to restrain their fellow Hunters. While the spiders tied up as many Hunters as they could with their silk and tossed them into a pile, much to their annoyance. 

The Gorilla Beast pointed towards his fellow beasts below, who fought with all the fire within them. 

I must help our friends, good luck to your young phoenix. 

Patting Flinx on the head, he headed below to join in the fray. 

G’Loona pulled out her communicator, grinning. 

“Cragger said they found everyone!” She smirked. 

“You sure?” Flinx asked. 

He got his answer when an explosion went off and eight multi-color figures flew into the air. 

“Positive, dude.” G’Loona remarked. 

The eight guardians flew in their direction, landing right by the trio. 

“Flinx! You, okay?” Laval asked once he landed. The little phoenix ran up to the lion, embracing them in a hug. G’Loona and Wonald did the same, holding their older brothers tight while the others cooed out “awws.” 

Once Flinx let go, he smiled. He felt something burning inside him, his passion, his anger, his joy, his sadness. 

His spark!

All his emotions and memories burned within him as he formed his own pair of firewings. The others gasped, staring at him with wide eyes. 

“I’m ready.” The Phoenix Prince said. 

Laval nodded and they were all about to take off-

If a certain saber-tooth didn’t grab Flinx by the arm.

“I DON’T THINK SO! ONE MORE STEP AND I END HIM!” Sir Fangar practically screeched, holding his sword right at Flinx's neck. The tip of it just barely cut into his skin. 

The others looked as if they wanted to pounce with claws, fists, and weapons at the ready. But they stood frozen on the spot, fearing that even the slightest of movements would cause the Saber-tooth tiger to end their young friend’s life. 

The Leader of the Hunters stared at the group with wild eyes, a sick and twisted smile painting his face. 

“I don’t care what I have to do. I don’t care how long it takes or who I have to DESTROY!” The others seemed to have noticed something from behind Sir Fangar from the way their eyes shifted. But the tyrant didn’t notice. 

“The Hunters will reign supreme! We will fight forever if we have to! You will FEEL OUR FRE-” 

Sir Fangar’s signature catchphrase was interpreted when a familiar axe slammed into his neck, cutting his head clean off. 

Flinx’s jaw dropped at the sight. He backed away from the body, once its grip swiftly loosened. Turning behind him, he saw Li’Ella standing with a blank (but VERY scary) expression on her face. The Lion Legend Beast stood right by her side; her axe coated in purple colored blood. 

The head rolled right up to a Cragger’s feet, prompting the crocodile to scream and kick it into the courtyard. 

“Ew, ew, ew! I touched it! Why did I TOUCH IT!?” He screeched. Everyone else stared at the lioness in shock, Eris being the only one able to snap out of it and ask, “Li’Ella, are you okay?” 

The lioness took a breath, her poker face slowly disappearing to one of peace, a sad smile forming on her face. 

“Yeah. I think I’m good.” 

Silence reigned once again at the shock of the situation. Thankfully Laval broke it with words that anyone would agree on. 

“At least we don’t have to deal with him anymore.” His smile returned as he looked at everyone. “So… you guys ready?” 

“Ready, dude!” 

“Always, bro!” 

“Ready, my friend!” 

“Let's end this nightmare!” 

“We’re with you, Laval!” 

“Let's do it, Furboy!” 

“Yeah! Or… whatever.” 

Flinx chuckled and turned to G’Loona and Wonald. 

“Good luck, dude!” G’Loona gave him a thumbs up. 

“Go be an awesome phoenix… bird… thing. Heh.” Wonald added. 

Lion Beast licked his cheek. “Ah! Ha, ha! Gross!” He wiped off the saliva with a smile as everyone laughed. 

Li’Ella patted his head. “See you on the other side.”

Chapter Text

They each flew towards Cavora for different reasons. 

To enjoy the waters of his swamp on his scales once again. 

To fly freely through the air to find a tree where she could read a good book. 

To howl at the moon alongside all his packmates. 

To rest under the trees and dream peacefully. 

To be able to climb the trees in the forest and grab some fruit for lunch. 

To make as much profit as he can. 

To smash rocks! 

To get his home back. 

To earn his spark. 

They all may have been for different reasons, but it was all for the same goal. A goal that they said with a battle cry.

“FOR CHIMA!”

Chapter Text

Tormak had to admit that they came to the battle a little late. 

As Lavertus rode into the courtyard, almost all of the Hunters had been taken care of and all those who weren’t tied up had surrendered immediately. 

As they drove in, something fell from atop the bridge, so quickly that Lavertus was unable to dodge the object, promptly running it over.

“What was that?” He asked the panther. 

Tormak turned around to check and the moment he realized what it was he fired at it with his bow. (If Worriz can live without his head for a bit then he didn’t want to take any chances with that monster.)

“It’s nothing.” 

The two drove up to the Scorm, who stood at the scene with a look of pride on his face. 

“Well, if it isn’t the little shit actually helping us for once.” Lavertus snickered. 

Scorm crossed his arms. “Don’t make me regret helping you, lion.” The Scorpion King hissed.

“No take backs!” Lavertus stuck his tongue out at Scorm, who immediately did the same. 

As Tormak rolled his eyes at the two, an explosion of fire went off from above. All eyes turned to the light show that lit up Mount. Cavora that glowed in eight hues. For the first time in ten years, the panther actually felt the warmth of the sun’s rays. He sighed with relief. 

Tormak had witnessed this scene play out before and he had seen them enough to know this was perfect. As the rainbow of colors exploded from the mountain, the phoenix prince emerged above it all.

“What!? What’s that!?” Scorm called out, clearly confused. 

The Tunnel Cat smiled. “The Illumination.” 

-

When Flinx flew into the pit (which was luckily still there) he wasn’t sure how he’d feel after becoming the ninth phoenix. 

Sure, he was ready, but he was still scared. It was a big role, and he had some pretty big shoes to fill. Ones that he used to not care about filling when he was younger. 

But once he took the plunge, he felt as if he had reached his true potential. He felt everyone’s hopes and desires, their love and fear, everything and everyone that stood by his side. 

There was a world he loved calling his name. 

It took a little time to hear it, and everything still seemed so big and so impossible to do. 

But here he was, rising up from the ground with a battle cry of his own as he blanketed the world in the healing warmth of the sun. 

Flinx smiled as he flew through the air with excitement. He had never flown this high before! It was beautiful! Wide eyes stared down at the paradise below him, as the healing light of the Illumination was embraced by all. Including the Hunters and the Crawlers. 

The Phoenix Prince soared through the air, laughing as he melted the ice away with ease, no match against his spark. The plant life of the land returned, flowers bloomed in different shades, trees produced fruit once again, and even a few of the carnivorous Outland plants that grew around Chima’s borders breathed easily once again. 

At the Temple, the mammoths, vultures, ice bears, and saber-tooth tigers opened their eyes to find themselves completely healed as well. Eyes no longer glowing bright blue but now brown, yellow, and black. Their bones were no longer exposed to the elements, as it all was sealed away with newly healed flesh, fur or feathers. The former Hunter’s cheered as they stared at their newly healed wounds with awe. 

“Yippe! Our bones don’t glow!” Voom Voom cheered as he jumped into the air. 

“Oh. Our bones don’t glow.” Vornon muttered, his friend hugged him in response. 

Mottrott held his baby brother and mother close, happy to know they weren’t hurt. 

All the while Vardy walked up next to Stealthor. 

“We are gonna be tried for war crimes, aren’t we?” The vulture asked.

Stealthor laughed. “Oh, yes. Yes, we are.” 

Up on the bridge, Wonald, G’Loona, and Li’Ella watched Flinx fly off to heal the rest of Chima. The wolf turned to the lioness. 

“What about the others? Are they okay?” He asked. 

“Don’t worry you two. I have a pretty good feeling about this Illumination.” 

-

Laval took a breath.

Then immediately realized what he just did. He technically didn’t need to breathe anymore but would sometimes do it anyway out of pure instinct. But now it felt like he actually needed it.

As he sat up, still wearing his new cape and outfit, he took another. Then another. He put a hand over his chest and was greeted with a sound he hadn’t heard in what felt like forever. 

*Bu-bump*

*Bu-bump*

*Bu-bump*

His heartbeat! His heart was beating! He almost cried on the spot as he listened to the sweet sympathy playing inside of him. The sound of his heart beating to its own rhythm was soon over powered by the sound of his friends also waking up around him. 

“Dude!”

“Bro!”

Gorzan and Rogon cried out respectively as they woke up. The natural yellow of their eyes had returned and the same was said for everyone else as more and more yellow eyes began to open up. Any bones that were exposed were once again hidden behind flesh as it should be, though they were still missing a few arms and legs. 

But at least they got to keep the outfits.  

Worriz stood up and cracked his back, the stitches around his neck gone and replaced with a thick scar that ran around like a choker necklace. 

“Well, that wasn’t that bad.” He remarked, helping Razar up. A snore echoed throughout the cave from the sleeping Bladvic, who woke with a start. "Oh, yeah. We're still here." He yawned. 

“I… I can’t believe we did!” Eris whispered, removing her mask.

Behind the wooden object was a multitude of scars, a few running over her left eye similar to The Whoosh and a few running over her beak. She looked so different, but Laval knew it was the Eris he will always love and care about. 

“Laval! You’re alive! I’m alive! We’re all alive!” Cragger picked up Laval and swung him around, making the lion cackle.  

What was left of the crocodile’s tail had completely healed over, along with the hole near his stomach, and the top part of his head now had a fresh layer of scales to protect his skull. Though a scar similar to Worriz’s ran under his eyes though. But Laval didn’t care. 

They were all okay. 

Dawning newly healed scars and still missing a few limbs but alive, nonetheless. 

“Thank you for being here.” Laval whispered, as all the other’s joined in on the hug once Cragger put the lion down. Soon everyone began to climb (or fly) out of Cavora, emerging into the new world. 

“Ready to face whatever happens next?” Cragger teased. 

Laval gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Nope. Let’s do it.”

Chapter Text

One Year Later

The sky was blanketed in blues and golds as the sun began to rise on another Chi day market. Ewald had theorized it would soon grow colder however, as Chima had gained a new season due to its ten years of snow and ice. So many sold products relating to the upcoming winter. Ravens sold scarves and mittens while eagles advertised contraptions that could help predict weather patterns. The bears and gorillas displayed their honey and fruits in jars, to be saved for over the next few months. The wolves actually allowed “non-members” to shop at their tents, offering different types of weapons perfect for hunting. The crocodiles offered tools that could help break into frozen lakes, perfect for fishing in the cold. 

And the rhinos sold rocks. 

Many mammoths, vultures, ice bears, and saber tooth tigers shopped at a few booths, being welcomed in like any other tribe. 

After the war, the former Hunter’s helped restore what the Illumination did not, from rebuilding structures to restoring literature stolen from the eagle’s libraries in retribution for their crimes. They surprisingly did it with little fuss, as they all were just grateful they were alive, and Sir Fangar was dead. All the while making themselves at home in the Fangs, which was now coated in a calm layer of snow all year round. The perfect place for tribes that were still not used to warm weather. 

Stealthor, the newly appointed leader of the Saber-tooth tiger tribe, had returned the Temple to Laval, who had been appointed the King of the lions. Lavertus had been offered the title, but the older lion refused. 

“Too much paperwork.” He had said. 

“You're telling me…” Laval replied, earning a laugh from the royal families. The former Prince’s first act as King was allowing the tiger tribe to move into the empty city since due to the phoenix’s departure into the sun the Phoenix Temple had departed with them. Along with the “home away from home” many members of the tiger tribe had lived in.

Laval welcomed them with open arms. 

Sadly, this meant that the lion would often be too busy to play games or take part in a friendly race. (Though that didn’t mean Eris and Cragger wouldn’t sneak the lion out of boring meetings and paperwork for a little bit of fun here and there.)

Luckily, after the Chi Day Race the eight Guardians of Chima would return to their favorite childhood spot: The Forever Rock. Just to hang out like old times.

 But Eris had sensed there might have some sort of secret hidden below their very feet. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but she had been having visions of mysterious passageways, strange reptiles, and people spinning? 

After a quick trip to the Completely Ridiculously section, Eris might have just found her answer. One that she wanted to share with the others.

If there was anyone that she’d want to have another daring adventure with, it’s her friends. 

-

Cragger dug into his bag making sure his gift was still inside. He had thought it would be the perfect gift for his and Laval’s first anniversary, but he just felt so excited about it that he couldn’t wait that long! (Even if it was just a week away.) 

He couldn’t believe it had been a whole year since the two had started dating. He still remembers when Laval had invited his parents and sister over for dinner with him and Lavertus so they could break the news. 

It had been a little awkward since his dad and Lavertus still kinda hated each other, but it was still worth it. Though the image of water shooting out of his father’s nose when they announced they were a couple would forever be ingrained in his memory. 

Along with Laval busting Crooler’s chops by going, “It's funny how you wanted the croc tribe to control the chi but if you waited a bit, you would have technically gotten that anyway!”

Cragger had never laughed so hard in his life, and he was happy that, despite their shock, their family was still very supportive. 

After a while of digging, he finally found his gift and smiled. Laval’s old crown, the object dawned a few cracks after it had been repaired but shined just as bright as its owner. 

It was a little broken, but it was still good. 

Just like them. 

-

“What do you think?” Rogon asked, showing Mottrott and Rinona the stone heart he had carved. 

“Oh! It’s perfect! I know she’ll love it.” The mammoth said, with a yawn. He loved the guy but after helping him with it he was starting to feel a little exhausted. 

“Are you sure? Maybe I should make another!” Rogon exclaimed, almost throwing the heart rock into the pile of even more heart rocks. 

“Rogon! I’m sure it's fine!” Rinona snapped to attention at the idea of helping her brother for another THREE HOURS! 

“Really?But I want to get this right! To impress her.” He gushed, holding the stone heart to his chest. 

“I mean… She wouldn’t be dating you if she wasn’t impressed with you, right?” Mottrott observed. 

“Then how would you propose to her?” Rogon asked. The mammoth blinked. 

“Uh… well… if I proposed… to someone… I’d…” He shrugged, the subject never really coming to mind even after he had all this free time. 

Rinona stood up and held Rogon by the shoulders. 

“Look, Rogon. Trust me when I say that she will love whatever rock you propose with. Whether it’d be a diamond or a heart you carved all on your own.” 

“You think I should have found her a diamond?!” 

“No! I’m saying that you should just go meet up with her and ask her! Though maybe wait for everyone to leave before you do. Don’t want to put pressure on her in front of your friends.”
Rogon nodded, his trademark goofy smile returning. 

“You're right! I’m gonna go make this the best proposal in the history of forever ever right now!” He shouted, as he began to head off to the Forever Rock. 

“It's not time yet buddy. Hang on.” Mottrott stated, as the two reminded the excited rhino. 

“Oh, YEAH! Speedor time!” 

-

“How about a homemade diamond for a few blood samples?” Reegull bargained with Razar at his booth. 

The Raven King shook his head but kept his smile.

 “And I told you, my friend. We have been alive for a year now and I don’t feel like dying again for your experiments. And how did you even make a diamond?” 

“It will only be 2.5 liters!” The hybrid stated. Razar wasn’t a scientist, but he had a feeling 2.5 liters was a lot. Luckily a brightly colored peacock came to save him from this trade.
“Alright, mi amor. Mind helping me put up a few of my tapestries for the stall.” The Whoosh asked Reegull. 

Rubiz sat on the peacock’s shoulders, piggyback style, while fiddling away with some sort of contraption. The Whoosh may as well have put the raven-eagle under a spell as his eyes were filled with admiration and love. 

“Coming, my Jewel.” Reegull followed. Rubiz jumping off of the Whoosh’s shoulders and fluttering over to sit on Razar’s table.

Razar couldn’t help but chuckle as he patted the young raven child on the head. 

He remembered how the most important thing in his life was himself. The idea of someone to love being as valuable to him as a jewel seemed incredibly foolish. But now he couldn’t imagine living without a little love in his life. 

-

Bladvic will never take a good rest for granted ever again, even if it made them a little late for the market. 

He stretched his arms and yawned, the sun's rays spreading over the land as bears began to head over to the market. 

While his tribe still slept as often as they could, they had been much more active due to their icy counterparts encouraging them to enjoy the waking world. Just like how they encouraged the Ice Bears to relax once in a while. 

Bladvic took in the scene of brown, bronze, and a few white furred bears preparing jars of honey to sell.  

While he liked the idea of sleeping, he had a race to win.

-

“Okay, how's this?” G’Loona took a few steps back to allow Gorzan to flex his new arms. Many of the same models lay around on the table to be sold. 

His sister had been practicing making limbs with Lavertus for a while now and she would always ask him to try them out. Making sure they moved properly and were comfortable for the user. Gorzan gave her a thumbs up with his newly acquired arms. 

“They’re perfect, dudette! But I really got to get going to join in on the race.”

G’Loona nodded. “Just let me know how they feel when you swing from tree to tree afterwards! Later, dude!” She waved as he began to head off to the track. 

But not before taking a piece of fruit from a basket and taking a bite while heading off to his speedor, enjoying the sweet flavor. 

He would never take such small things for granted. 

-

“Don’t be nervous. Just shoot on the count of three. One… two… THREE!” With that Wonald fired an arrow, shooting it right into the heart of a stag. Worriz cheered, patting the young wolf on the back as the creature collapsed to the ground. “Good job! Now let’s bring this guy back to the market!” 

“Right!” Wonald ran over to the stag and attempted to lift its body over his back. Only fall flat on his face with a yelp, the creature preventing the wolf from getting up. Worriz lightly chuckled. The kid may have been pretty good with a bow and arrow, but he still needed to work on his muscles. 

After Worriz lifted the stag off of his little brother, the two headed back to camp to prepare. 

“Are you sure you don’t want a bite? The one to get the kill is always the first to eat.” Worriz asked but Wonald shook his head. 

“Nah. We’ll just sell it at the market. I’ll stick with my healthy fruits and veggies.” He chuckled. 

Worriz rolled his eyes. “More leftovers for us. But why go out hunting with me if you're not even gonna eat the target?” 

Wonald turned to him and said something that made Worriz feel something that was the complete opposite of something a wolf should feel. Brotherly love. 

“Because I like hanging out with you.”

-

“You're still here? Are you okay?” L’Ella asked as she entered Laval’s room. 

The lion was looking around aimlessly, digging through his closet, looking under his bed, all the while occasionally punching Sir Punch-a-lots the Second.

“I can’t find my crown! I’ve looked all over the Temple, but I know I left it in my room.” He expressed, as he dug around his closet again. 

“Do you know where you put it?” She asked. 

“Well, I haven’t seen it since last night! I think,” He began, turning to Li’Ella. Who noticed that Laval’s crown sat safely on his head, unbeknownst to the young Lion King who continued to explain his little quest. 

“I thought I put it on my bedside desk, but it wasn’t there when I woke up, so I started looking around my room. But I couldn’t find it anywhere! I asked Lavertus at breakfast if he’d seen anyone take it or something. Like, maybe it fell into a… laundry hamper? I don’t know. He said that I was the last person he saw with it, but I thought I’d keep looking around the Temple. And… NOTHING! I don’t get it, where would it be?” Laval finished; his shoulders hunched over with defeat. This gave Li’Ella the perfect opportunity to snatch the crown right off his head. The lion blinked at the object in her hands as he patted the spot where it had been. 

“Oh.” He remarked.

 Li’Ella laughed as she handed the crown back to the flustered king. 

“Would you be surprised to learn this isn’t the first time this happened?” Laval admitted with a smile as he played with the crown in his hands. 

“Ha, ha! I think I can believe it! But helping you find your crown isn’t the only reason I came to see you.” She chuckled. “I was talking with Scrom earlier and he apparently found something weird along the borders of the Outlands.”

“Oh?” The King of the Lion’s eyes twinkled a little, recognizing the call of adventure. 

“It’s probably best if he tells you after the race though.” She assured him. 

“Well, it’ll be nice to see the Legend Beasts again if we’re going into the Outlands.” Laval grinned. He stared at his reflection in the crown and noticed a few gray hairs in his mane. Nowhere near as many as his Dad had but it was still a noticeable feature. 

“Is there… Anything else you need to talk about?” She asked, noticing the sad expression on his face. 

Laval gave her a sad smile. “I guess I’m just missing my dad… I know it's been forever and all, but I don’t know. I just get this depressing feeling like I could be doing things better if he was still here… I mean I did just lose a crown that was on my head this whole time.” He sighed.

“Forever isn’t as long as you think, remember?” She assured him. “And I’m sure if he was here, he would be very proud of how far you’ve come.” 

“I think I’m gonna visit his grave after the race. Before I go to the Forever Rock to see everyone. Just to catch him up on everything…” Laval muttered, a little teary eyed. 

Li’Ella hugged the lion. “Do whatever you need to, Laval.” 

After a while, the two began to head down to start the race only to run into Tormak and Lavertus talking to-

“FLINX!” The lions shouted, hugging the phoenix. 

When they took a step back, they noticed how much taller the little prince had grown. He reached up to Laval’s shoulders now. 

“Whoa! Did we miss a couple birthdays?” Laval joked.

“Phoenix puberty. I thought I’d stop by to say hi!” He said with confidence. The young prince wore robes that were similar to his father’s but were just a little shorter. Along with a new crown that glimmered on his head, perfect for a future king.

“Well, you're just in time to cheer me on when I win the golden chi! But you should come meet the rest of us at the Forever Rock after the race!” Laval exclaimed.

“I’d love to! Gotta show off this fire power somehow!” Flinx gushed as the sparks from his wings shot out. 

“Remember to not make such sharp turns towards the end like last time. That’s how Eris got the best of you.” Lavertus advised, remembering last month’s speedor race. 

Laval nodded as they all headed outside to start the race. 

Almost all the tribes had gathered, riders prepping their speedors to make sure they were ready for the race. 

Aside from his friends, he saw Scorm sharpening his weapon. Sparratus shining his speedor. Balista was chatting with a few bats. Mottrott getting a kiss from his mother. Voom Voom reassuring a worried Vornon, who was riding for the vultures today. 

Laval stepped out onto the podium as Lundor and Trakkar began to put the Golden Chi in place.  

“Welcome citizens of Chima to the Race for the Golden Chi!” He roared as the Golden Chi began to decide its challenge for this month. The track formed into a twisted almost maze-like forest filled with multiple caves and even a few familiar Outland plants. A track fit for the Crawler tribes. 

“Racers start your engines!” Laval declared as he headed to his own speedor to join the race. Tormak readied his bow as Li’Ella prepared to fire off the shot. 

“You ready to lose, furboy?” Cragger teased as engines roared. 

Laval gave him a grin. “In your dreams, you Mud Lover!” 

With the sound of the blast, they were off.