Laylah and the humans were traveling in peace, the forests around them clear of any demon or angel. The humans were growing more and more excited as they neared the city Hope. Every human knew that Laylah had created it and guarded it with ancient wards she had learned to make. The humans had formed armed guards and trained themselves in self-defense and every time Laylah came to the city, she was greeted with a great party and a week of rest. The beings called War and Death had not shown themselves, yet Laylah knew that they were following them. She kept guard at night, shifting into a much larger form so that she could hide the humans with her wings. But this night was going to be different, she could sense an uneasiness in the two beings following them. The sun had begun to set when the humans and Laylah made camp, just thirty miles outside of Hope.

The humans had settled in for the night, hiding in the circle of Laylah's tail and beneath her left wing. Her head rested at the opening of the make shift tent that she had formed and her ever watchful eyes scanned their surroundings constantly. Sometime late in the night War had shown himself. Laylah raised her head in greeting and shorted at him. Death followed several yards behind his companion and stood leaning against a tree while War sat by Laylah's head.

"Please forgive my Brother. He has a temper and is the eldest of the four of us. He can be a bit arrogant and cruel at times," War said quietly, placing a hand under Laylah's chin and rubbing the scales.

"He has already been forgiven, War. But I cannot guarantee that we will not have disagreements. I apologize for my rude behavior the other day. It was very undragon like of me," Laylah said, resting her large head in his lap.

"Of course, Nyte Fury," War said, rubbing the scales atop her head.

"My name is actually Laylah. The humans just gave me that name since I hunt at night and with a fury that they cannot possess themselves," Laylah sighed, curling her tail protectively around the sleeping humans.

"Laylah, it is a beautiful name. Both suit you well," War said, smiling down at her.

"My mother gave me that name. She told me that it means Night," Laylah said quietly, raising her head to look around them in search of any danger.

"Again, it suits you well. My name is War, since all I seem to bring is conflict. Death is the oldest of us and he brings death swifter than the rest of us. I wouldn't wish to make him angry with me, even though he won't let me perish. Strife is well, strife. He's the middle Brother and he has two twin pistols. And then there is Fury, I think you two would get along well. She owns a fury that is unmatched by anyone, well, you might pose a threat to that claim. She uses a fiery whip and has red hair. She is much like you in many ways. She's the compassion of the group," War said, explaining the names behind his group of siblings.

"What is it like to have siblings?" Laylah asked, her emerald green eyes full of curiosity.

"It is wonderful. It is like having parents who are also your friends and siblings. But they can get on each other's nerves at times, but that is how it is with families. Do you have any family?" War asked, watching as Laylah cocked her head in curiosity.

"They died long ago. They were too weak to survive the Apocalypse. I was an only child, my father had left before I was born. My mother died two years after I was born and then my grandparents, and then my aunts and uncles, and then my cousins. I killed everyone that I had lived with. Death seems to follow me everywhere I go. And the death I speak of is not your brother. No one survives while being a part of my family," Laylah said quietly, her eyes darkening in sorrow.

"A family of dragons?" War asked, clearly confused.

"No War. A family of humans. I was at one point a human," Laylah said, making Death's head snap to attention.

"What did you say?" Death growled, coming towards her.

"I used to be human," Laylah growled out, locking eyes with Death.