Chapter 18

Scorch woke up once more, he was no longer in that dark and damp cell. He was in a different, bright cage that was hanging from the ceiling. It was very loud and Scorch had to grab his skull in hopes it cures his headache. 'What in the winds of life?' he thought and then he realised that he had a very tight muzzle on, that tight that he can't even talk.

Scorch stood up and looked around, he saw 4 throwns, one bigger the the others, 2 just below that one a a singular one pushed to the side. "Oh look who's awake!" Petle called out to everyone once she saw him standing.

'Wow kill a little of that expression' he hissed in his own thoughts. Scorch tried to claw of the muzzle but he released that Petle managed to hook it around his neck bones. Petle flew up to the cage and gripped on the bars of the cage and she had a sickish sweet grin.

"How you like it? the muzzle, it was made specially for you" she had an expression that made him feel sick to his stomach. Scorch narrowed his eyes at her and tried to hiss but only hurt his snout on the steel.

"Enjoy your new cage, it's your home for the rest of your life. Brake it and I'll kill you" she warned. 'I want to brake your neck!' he wanted to snarle, he wanted to claw at her neck and he wanted out.

Once Petle glided back down, Scorch began to smash the muzzle into the bars. He knows that these muzzles will shatter if you hit them fast enough. "I leave you for one second!" Petle snarled.

Before anyone could get to him, the muzzle shattered into tiny peaces. "You can't keep me here!" Scorch declared, he then rammed at the door but the cage swong and he lost his balance. "Not today, Scorch" hissed a voice that sounded very familiar.

Scorch tried to turn around but a chunk of the muzzle was thrown at his head. Everything was fuzzy and the voice flooded in Scorches ears.

"You can't come into my life after disowning me before I hatched!" Trapper hissed in fury.

"You don't understand this! I didn't disown you and I didn't abandon you!" Scorch hissed back. His obsidian scales reflected the light of the setting sun. "Then what did you do! you clearly wasn't here for me during my hatchling hood!" Trapper was the very first dark scaled tulon to exist and Scorches son.

"I never left you to defend yourself when you couldn't fight by yourself!" Scorch felt the fury of the argument get to him.

"You left my mother to raise me and my siblings alone!" Trapper shot a small blast of fire at Scorch.

"She forbid me from seeing you! did she tell you that?!" Scorch aloud fire to escape from his nose.

"Lire!" Trapper stomped his claws.

"Your mother is the worst tulon to ever exist! she shouldn't have been hatched in the first place and she shouldn't of had MY hatchlings!" Scorch snapped his thoughts out loud.

"Take that back!" Trapper snarled, without giving him a chance, Trapper locked his jaw on Scorches neck.

Scorch blinked awake, his bones felt dry and his head ached. He had another muzzle on and he was in the same cage but now there was a few gards ready to strike at him. 'Great now I'm stuck here' layed back down on the limited moss and hold his head in his claws.

Scorch looked down and saw that a different dragon that was covered jewelry, he was training a hatchling to breathe fire on a mobile target. This dragon is a tulon (the same as Petle) and he seemed to have a personal gard keeping watch.

"Come on Cob don't give up" the dragon in jewelry lifted the hatchling who was shivering -shaking- and couldn't stand still. 'Poor hatchling, it he has a condition for sure but what?' Scorch narrowed his eyes trying to get a closer look.

The gard who was keeping gard looked up, he saw Scorch and turned to the dragon in jewels. "Could you excuse me for a few seconds, master?" he bowed.

"Yes but stay close" the dragon in jewels nodded. The gard flew up to Scorch and cage swong, "you" he pointed, "you're a well known healer ain't you?" he asked.

Scorch nodded and sat down guessing what this is about. "How good are you?" the gard asked. Scorch pointed to the muzzle and failed to open his jaw. "Oh, you can't talk, are you considered to be a master of some sorts at herb" he asked. Scorch nodded feeling the ghostly shape of his face smile. "Good, so what do you think about that hatchling? what do you think that shaking is about?" the gard pointed at the hatchling who couldn't stand on its own anymore.

Scorch looked down at it but he couldn't examine what is wrong properly. "You can't see" the gard flicked his tail, "one second". He flew down back to the dragon in jewels, "when would Queen Petle get back?" he asked with a bow.

"Just a bit, why?" the dragon in jewels asked.

"That dragon is a well known healer and might be able to help" he pointed at Scorch.

"I see but he's chaind" the dragon in jewels had a disapproved look.

"I wanted to asked Queen Petle why he's looked up" the gard explained.

"Right we'll wait but if anything happens to him because he couldn't be trusted I'm holding that on you" the dragon in jewels warned.

"Yes of course, master" the gard bowed and went back to his duties. They waited in the main hall for a couple of hours, Petle finally showed up and the dragon in jewels stepped forward.

"Aa Chestnut nice to see you brother" Petle kissed both of his cheeks in greeting.

"My gard was wondering about that dragon up there" he pointed at Scorch.

"Oh you mean Scorch, what about him?" Petle asked.

"He's a well known healer? he could help Cob" Chestnut said straight up.

"Actually he could, yes I'll bring him down so he can have a look at Cob" she turned to the little hatchling who was shaking on the ground. "You have been a good hatchling, haven't you?" Petle gently stroked his back, her diamond extension claws look as if they could kill him in one poke.

"Yes" Cob tried to nod his hed.

"Gards!" Petle called out and one gard flew down to her, "bring Scorch to the herb station" she ordered.

"Yes your majesty" the gard bowed and flew up to Scorch. The gard had a set of keys and she grabbed one that looks completely different from the others to open his cage.

The gard grabbed the chains and guided him to a cave rather close to the thrown room. Scorch realised that Chestnut was quite a tall dragon, he had a warning glare that burned Scorches sole. "Take the muzzle of" ordered Petle. The gard took of the muzzle.

"So, Scorch" Chestnut snift him, "you good at healing?" he squinted his eyes at Scorch.

"I can tell this is fore the hatchling" Scorch answered.

"Frostbite told the dragons around here that you were the dragon who got a cure for the plague back centuries ago" Chestnut mentioned.

"Yes, am I allowed to have a look?" Scorch has seen parents that would be overly protective of there hatchling before.

"Yes" Chestnut said after a while, "Cob go to Scorch" Chestnut gently helped Cob up with his claws. Cobs hole body was shaking and the more he consecrated the more he was shaking. "When was the last time you didn't shake?" Scorch asked Cob.

"I... I don't remember" Cob responded. Scorch looked over at Chestnut.

"He was shaking when he first hatched" Chestnut explained.

"I never seen anything like this" Scorch began to feel his spine and his bone structure. Nothing felt wrong and after a couple of herb tests, Cob was the healfest dragon Scorch has seen. "You seem to not have anything wrong with your bones" Scorch reported to Cob.

"All healers say that" Cob rested his head in his claws and as he layed down Scorch noticed something.

"Hey can you try and stand up by yourself?" Scorch asked and Cob stood up but stumbled and he seemed to have extra muscles. "So what was that about?" Chestnut had an inpatient tone.

"Your muscles, they seem to be dubbled" Scorch got a purple flower with blue spots. "Have the nectar" Scorch gave him a small drop of the nectar.

"What is it?" Cob asked starting at the nectar he grabbed.

"I use it to keep a dragon from having a fit but it could help you stop the shaking" Scorch answered and he saw Chestnut walk towards him.

"What are the dangers of it?" Chestnut squinted his eyes.

"Not much: light dizziness, miner headaches or numbness" Scorch listed the few side affects.

"Has any dragon had a serious reaction?" Chestnut asked.

"No, the most 'serious' reaction I've seen is a bad headache" Scorch answered honestly, most healers tell the side affects lightly but Scorch don't see much use for it.

"Go on you can take it" Chestnut answered.

"Has herbs gave you a bad experience before?" Scorch asked.

"Cob is sensitive to herbs, once he took a pepper to cure his cold and he reactive the way a dragon hunter does" Chestnut answered.

"Oh, that must be ruff fore you" Scorch lifted his chin to cheek his eyes.

"Alright you done?" Petle said impatiently.

"Yes he looks good" Scorch answered wanting to run away from the dragon who got QuiverWing looked up.

"Gard you can take him back" Petle dismissed then and the gard guided him back. The gard put the muzzle on and looked all the chains up.