The air in the dark, deep cave was stale. But it still smelt of dragons and that was fine with Cyonson. (pronounced sigh-yon-son) His dark black scales stood out from the sphagnum moss that grew in vibrant shades of green and yellow as they hid and gathered in the deep cracks and holes that lined the cave walls. However, even the tough moss was beginning to fade and wither due to the foul air. Cyonson scratched an itch and proceeded to prod his bigger sibling Lyunely (pronounced lie-oon-ley) with a warm paw. She woke with a warble and sneezed. "What is it now? Has mother come back!" The young night fury dragonling excitedly lifted her head off the smooth grey ground and heaved herself to her paws. "Mother is that you?!" Lyunely roared desperately as she focussed her eyes on the entrance of the cave. Cyonson followed her gaze, nothing Mother had not come home, not in a while. He maneuvered himself in front of the desperate dragonling and looked into her orange eyes as he warbled. "No sister. I think we should take off-"

"NO!" Lyunely growled. "Mother said she would return, and that we should wait." She unsheathed her teeth and sat back on her hunches, glaring harshly at him. "Please Lyunely." Cyonson whimpered. It had been days since Ynramae (pronounced yen-ra-mae) their mother, hadn't returned and the reality of it was slowly creeping into their minds. The nightfurys were cold, hungry, and slowly suffocating on the rotten air. What if she's dead... He didn't need to say it, It was a definite. The hunters had finally caught her, Ynramae had warned her dragonlings of them and told tales of how she'd fought them for countless years, but she had finally become a cloak for the brutal man with dreadlocks and a foul attitude. Cyonson wanted revenge, he knew it would have to wait. But it would come to him eventually, things like always did and he knew it, his mother had always credited him on his mental and physical strength. (even if he was the size of a speed stinger) He rested his head on his tail and looked through his drooping green eyes at the rising sun as its rays shone through the opening. Waiting was hopeless and with Ynramae absent, there was no one with big enough wings to fan out the stale air, the air was slowly making breathing harder. He heard noises, men whispering and loading crossbows. They had found the cave! His mouth hung open and his wings rested, automatically, on the ground. "We must go Lyunely, now!" Cyonson creeped to the entrance and narrowed his eyes at the human figures marching up the path to the south side. Yes. It was him, Drago and his men, they filled out along the narrow path under Drago's orders, his deep voice left no echo in the mountains. "Look up, there!" One of Drago's men; A fat one with no helmet and a zippleback tunic had spotted the dragonlings. "Yes, yes." Drago suddenly screamed so loud Cyonson thought the noise would kill him. He dipped back inside the cave. "Please!" He begged Lyunely. The female dragonling walked up beside him and peeked her head out- only to pull it back in just as fast as a spear grazed the edge of her nose. Lyunely let out a surprised whimper and felt her muzzle with a paw, it was only bleeding pathetically and would stop soon. Cyonson gave her an apologetic look.

"I'll miss this place.." She looked devastated but there was no exception not to come.

"Yes, we both will! Come on." Cysonson spread his wings. "i'll cover you. Okay?"

"Ok!"

"okay." Cyonson waited for his sister to take off and then he sprang after her with his tongue dangling out the left side of his mouth. An arrow tipped with with a green liquid, dragon root, he could tell by the musty, sweet scent it gave. Sailed towards them. If only it was night! His pupils dilated as he worked out the arrow's path. "Left Lyunely, left!" He watched with faith as she dropped to the left and the arrow sailed over her tail, missing her by millimeters. "Thank you!" She warbled, flapping her wings a couple of times to regain her balance. A net popped up in front of them and they vered opposite ways. "Cyoncon!" Lyunely squealed as a bola wrapped itself around her a foot and a wing. "Help!, I don't want to be a cloke!" She squealed even louder as she approached the ground. Cyonson looped around and felt a plasma blast build up. He opened his mouth and retracted his teeth. (so they won't be burned(checked wiki)) He fired with all the power he could manage. "Get of my sister!" His growl was faintly heard before the blast made contact with the ground. Drago, men, crossbows and small trees had been blown in all directions. His blast was only half as powerful as his mum's us to be, but it was still deadly. He landed with his front paws on Lyunely's chest and opened his mouth, teeth unsheathed this time as he bit down on as many ropes he could see until she pushed him off her and jumped to her paws. "Lets g-"

"You're mine dragons." Drago interrupted her growl and slowly strolled up to them "I'll make you both into cloths!" He was unharmed. No Mother. Ynramae's dragon skin had protected him from the blast. Beside him, Lyunely let out a sharp growl and arched her back, spreading her wings. Cyonson copied his sister, his smaller frame did make it harder but as a moment of doubt flickered across Drago's face, he knew it was working. He jumped forward and landed in the same position. out of the corner of his eye he could see Lyunely follow his lead. They growled and jumped, then they flapped their wings and built up plasma blasts. Drago had fought enough night furys to know what was going just before Lyunely fired he pulled his cloak over his head and body. The blast shattered against it. As the ring of purple faded, he smirked. "You'll have to do better than that dragon!"

"How about this?" Cyonson warbled and released his plasma blast. Drago whizzed around, shock gathered on his face as he sailed backwards.

"Did you kill him?" Lyunely narrowed her amber eyes at the shape of drago.

"No, knocked him out. But mother..." Cyonson padded towards Dragos body and sniffed the cape. "She didn't have to die like that."

"She would be so disappointed, that she ended up saving Drago. She'll probably save him for the rest of his life..." Lyunely warbled.

"We should take her, bury her maybe?"

"Ye-"

"Get them!" Another voice cut through the air, some of the dragon hunters had survived and had grabbed their weapons.

"We must go!" Cyonson nugged his sister. "Now!" he shuved her harder.

"w-w-yes." she bounded into the air. Cyonson opened his wings and flapped them twice before he was able to lift up. The scream that their airline shapes made was unavoidable as the two dragonlings passed the sound barrier. They settled at a very, very fast pace, side by side, of 1,440 km/h there was no way the dragon hunters could get them now.