The Underground
All of the dragonlets gaped at the sight of the skull. The rest of the cloak fell away, revealing a skeletal dragon, wearing a large blue jacket, and he had white lines in his eye sockets which fury assumed to be his eyes. “W-w-what?”fury managed to gasp out at last.
“HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE!?!”exclaimed penguin. fury swore she saw a flash of blue behind his teeth before it was gone.
“Do you think it is easy to keep an entire tribe or dragons secret from the rest of the world? You would think so, but it's surprisingly easy.” he asked, ruffling her wings.
“ok...but how are you alive and a skeleton?” fury asked, genuinely curious.
“Now why would i tell you that? Wouldn't it be more fun to let you find out on your own?” sans asked teasingly.
“How do-” penguin was interrupted by sans said
“it's easy to hide the rest tribe because THEY ARE UNDERGROUND, STUCK IN A HOLE THAT NO ONE CAN GET OUT OF!” he howled, looking suddenly frustrated and enraged. The dragonlets huddled together.
“Why are they stuck underground?” fury asked smoothly, because the large dragon was looking still very frustrated.
“because my tribe went to war with all your tribe. We lost, and seven magical dragons locked us underground with a magic spell. Things can fall in, but no one can get out, except for me, but i was not in said war, that was about 20 years ago.” realization hit fury like a rock. “Guys-” fury’s sentence was interrupted by nightshade shouting,
“FURY THIS NOT TIME FOR YOU LOGICAL THINKING!!!” who looked nervous for once.
“What do we say?” penguin asked. “I don't think we should bring up anything about his tribe or he might get more angry.” bolder said in a whisper. The king was still looking frustrated. Out of pure boldness, and just wanting to get on penguins nerves for no apparent reason, fury asked.
“Why can you just get rid of whatever's keeping you trapped underground?” the skeleton, looking surprised at that said in reply,
“every dragon has a soul, correct?” he asked them all.
“Maybe?” nightshade said. “There is no proof we do, unless i’m mistaken.”
“well.. Every dragon does have a soul, dont ask me why or how, but we do." And out of nowhere, a blue heart appeared in front of the large dragons chest.
“What is that?” fury asked.
“My soul obviously.” said sans, taking a quick step back.
“The tribe of dragons that is underground are what you would call monsters. The souls of the monster tribe is not even close to the power of the souls your tribes.” the
skeleton explained. “Because of this, we lost the war.” his voice turned mournful as he said, “we were locked underground. However i am the only monster that has been willing to get out of that cursed pit .” he said the last sentence defiantly.
“Why is that?” penguin asked.
“Because to get something out of that blasted pit, you need a monster soul and a erm… other tribe soul, to put it into the best words i can think of. Anyway, i got to get back there, papyrus will be worried.” he said with a shrug. The cage suddenly disappeared above them suddenly. Sans turned around, and fury lept over suddenly, grabbing his tail, about to ask who the heck papyrus was when she found herself falling, falling, falling. She finally landned on something solid. she got up, looked around and spotted sans looking at her with a shocked expression, and shook her off with a hiss of “what are you doing?” he whirled around to face her. “You shouldn't be here.”
“can't you just.. Erm bring me back?” she asked.
“No, howerever, i could bring you and your friends to the safest place here where we are going.”
“Ok then, please do.” she felt herself falling, and heard the screams of her friends as they fell as well. She hit something soft, and heard a loud “oomph” as nightshade landed on top of here. The weight on er back got heavier as the rest of the dragonlets landed on her.
“Get of me you great lumps!” she said to the shapes on top of her.
“Sorry!” said a fimiliar deep rumbly voice near her. She looked up and saw sans, looking a bit worried. “I’ve got to go, this is the safest place for you for the time being.” he said, glancing over his shoulder, and was gone. The other dragonlets had rolled of her after about 10 minutes of fury being turned into a pancake. She shook out her wings and stretched, arching her back like a cat.
“Where the heck are we?” penguin asked fury nervously.
“I-i think we are in sans’s home.” she replied, and the other dragonlets gaped at here. “I think we are in the underground.”