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It didn’t have to be this way. They’d gotten along for long enough, stayed out of each other’s way when necessary and worked together when needs must. They could have stayed peaceable, could have made it to the end as a team rather than turning against each other at the last minute. He’d tried to be reasonable, but Flamekeeper stomped closer to the half-built bower nest Igni had been working tirelessly on for days now. Long stalks of grass had been woven by beak and by f...

The stars wheeled slowly overhead. They were far from the only spectators of the four dragons moving below — countless empty eyes peered through the tall savanna grass, following the flickering flames of the two dragons that took the lead. Flamekeeper and Igni blazed a path through the dark, pushing the shadows back, but the surrounding gloom always pressed back again and quickly, a suffocating presence that dimmed the light of the skies overhead, wisps and tendrils of shades flickering jus...

Flashes of lightning lit the freezing area, thunder following mere moments later, the sound resounding over the icy waters that were to be the host of Robin’s and Cirrus’s next trail. Snow fell slowly, the atmosphere sparking with the electric and snow storm that surrounded. Cirrus shivered, her feathers flat with the misery of the area as she pressed against the larger dragon who was her companion. Already Keshet’s hooves were hidden beneath the layer of snow that had fallen, wings hel...

Flamekeeper’s long antennae twitched, her head perking up at the distant but distinct feeling of change. Something in the air — a sudden drop in pressure as the wind picked up, rustled through the tall grass that sprawled in every direction in great rolling plains. Overhead, the white clouds began to billow and build, growing dark with rain. “Something’s coming,” Flamekeeper said, unable to keep the anticipation out of her voice, the undeniable thrill. Igni’s flame...

Jack knew this place. Even overgrown: the flowers choked with weeds, the trees with dead limbs untrimmed and dragging the ground, the ivy that covered everything like a carpet except for the pond which was green with algae — Jack recognized the palace gardens. The sky was empty, devoid of sun, moon, or stars. No clouds, no breeze, just an aching sense of emptiness that stretched on and on to a dark, muddied horizon without any of the landmarks Jack could recognize. It wasn’t...

Lia found the hut perched precariously on the edge a floating island. It was, quite literally, perched — long legs sprawled akimbo from the bottom of the quaint cottage, at the ends of which were birdlike feet which curled around the angle of the cliff. The cottage itself was even and level, but it was precariously suspended above a rolling sea of clouds and a fathomless plummet to the bottom. Near the hut were a handful of dragons, some romping happily through the heath while others...

The breath between winter and spring stirred a sense of nostalgia that Jack did their best to ignore. They were partial to winter; the cold and the dark were familiar friends and made the brief flashes of warmth and light all the more meaningful. Then, a lifetime ago, they had been prodded and plied until they let summer in. They’d found themself in love with the transient seasons between the extremes, in the new growth of spring and the slow settle of autumn. That lifetime was gone ...