Question before we begin, I've always given Sabre dark green fire as to add to certain effects. And because I just liked how it looked and I wanted to. But should I make it regular fire?

Also thanks to stormcause for the question about where the hybrids came from (or was it where the first one came from? Idk)

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Sabre pov

"What hybrid are you Sabre?"

"Dragon, why?"

"I want to ask you if what I know about your hybrid type is true or not."

"Okay? Shoot."

Me and Jet where walking towards our camp after getting water for everyone. It's currently night, the moon high in the sky and showing us the way. It's been 4 days since they found out what I am. And shown them my hybrid parts as well. They've taken it well, and Spencey has made sure to make me feel comfortable with the sudden questions and change that came along with revealing myself. I haven't been more thankful for him. And everyone else is careful to not cross a possible line. If anything Flub is loving me being a hybrid. He keeps grabbing my hands and looking at my claws and scales. (THIS WOULD BE EXPLAINED IF I DID THE OTHER CHAPTERRRRRR)

"How is color determined?"

"Color is determined by what hybrid you are and natural colors. Like if I was a wolf hybrid. I would either be black, gray, brown, reddish, or white. As they are natural color. Dragons have a very wide range of natural colors, and green is indeed a natural color for them. But non-natural colors, like pink, are determined by random. You can only tell what color you get when your older. As your not born with markings, and they actually come in the older you get."

"Why aren't you born with markings?"

"We actually dont know."

"Huh. Weird."

"SABRE!!!"

"WHAT!?"

"CAN YOU HEAT THIS UP!?"

"YOU ONLY WANT ME FOR MY POWERS!"

"SHUT UP AND COME HELP ME!"

Sabre sighs and walks over to the camp fire. He squats down and holds his hand to the logs. Feeling as the fire moves through his veins and shooting out of his hand, happy to be released. He smiles slightly, he always loved this feeling and enjoyed watching the fire spark and pop. The fire latches onto the logs and they go up in flames. The flames tall and curling into the night sky. Spreading light among the surrounding tents and woods. Proud and elegant is what Sabre would say if you asked him to describe the flames.

He stand up and sits on the dead tree log behind him, watching the flames until Spencey sits next to him. They both sit in silence and eat once dinner is ready.

"I got a question Sabre."

"Hmm?"

"Where did hybrids first come from?"

"Oof, that's tricky. I would have to say........the first recording of a hybrid was a man by the name of Mulo Testardo"

".................stubborn mule? That was his name?" (Did I get the translation right? Hope I did)

"Well, no one knows his real name but everyone calls him that due to how fucking stubborn that ass was. But he was from France but moved to Canada. He was born in year 1760, died 1840. Most of the first hybrids where from Canada as it was more peaceful there then in the thirteenth colonies (or anywhere else as there where wars everywhere but in Canada at the moment.) And more accepting. It was only when America won it's independence and paid of any remaining debt, and many other wars came to a conclusion, did hybrids feel it was safe enough to start to reveal themself more all around the globe. As they felt if weak colonies can fight for independence and win, who says we can't if it comes to that?"

"Wait but you said the first ones where from Canada?"

"You are born a hybrid. The only reason they where called first hybrids is because they where the first hybrids to reveal themselves to the world. You could be in Russia and reveal yourself, as long as it was before 1800, your considered a first hybrid. But the actual very first hybrid is unknown. And from where they hailed."

"Oh then what hybrid was he?"

"He was a-"

Sabre cuts off when he hears a crunch and curse coming from the woods. He immediately shuts up and signals to everyone else, who stoped talking as well, to continue. They gave him a skeptical look but continued. Sabre listened closely, hearing more whispers. He quietly growls before he stand up, excusing himself, using the excuse that he has to go to the bathroom as an excuse to head into the woods.

Once they can't see him he looks around, investigating the area. After a bit he finds one of the people watching them leaning against a tree and starting towards their camp. Growling he walks up behind then and grabs their neck, choking him. He lets out a strangled yelp and stares at Sabre in fear.

"What do we have here? Who are you and who sent you here!?"

"F-Fuck you!"

"Alright then."

Sabre tightens his grasp on his neck and walks back towards the camp, stopping when he sees 5 people in the same outfit as the guy in his grip. They are surrounding his friends, obviously having ill intentions. He growls again before yelling at the mysterious men.

"HEY ASSHOLES!"

They turn their heads to him and he hears a few gasp and whisper at the person I'm his grip. He even hears one of them whisper boss. Upon hearing his, he smirks to himself.

"Is this your boss?"

A few head shakes.

"Well then," Smoke starts to rise from his grip, and the man starts to scream, or he trys to, in pain. It's rather obvious what Sabre is doing.

"Listen and listen well. You will walk away from my friends and tell me who sent you."

"No one sent us-"

"Bullshit. Those are mercenary clothes if I ever saw them. Not only that. But wolf,fox,dragon,and phonies hybrid mercenaries? Someone is serious."

"Fine, we where hired by someone by the name of Castiel."

"Info"

"What?"

"More information or your 'boss' dies."

"YEAH RIGHT. WELL DIE BEFORE WE GIVE YOU MORE INFORMATION! CASTIEL WILL PREVAIL!"

Sabre watches as the group runs off into the woods, leaving their group boss to die.

"Hmm. Now what to do with you?"

Sabre absent mindedly hums before throwing him to the ground. Stepping over him (though he actually stepped on his neck, making him yell in pain) to check on his friends.

"You guys okay? I'm very sorry if I scared you guys."

"Were fine. And you did what was necessary."

"Now, what about him?"

A bang rings throughout the forest, making the group jump. Sabre looks at the guy to find him dead. Bullet through his skull. No matter how hard he looks or listens he can't find or hear anything around them. So he assumes, his colleagues shot him. They didn't want to take the risk of information about this Castiel person getting out.

Sabre scoffs before turning towards his friends, "You guys wanna stay tonight? Or go somewhere else?"

"Everything is already set up, we can just move our tents closer in case those people come back."

"Okay, let's get to it then."

The group moves to push their tents together. And Sabre assigns shifts to everyone before they go to bed. Flub staying up for the first watch. Unaware of the black an purple eyes watching him from the shadows.

Another? Oh well, this changes nothing. I will have the crown, I will kill anyone in my way..even if it means bringing down an entire empire...