As Garnet flew through the sky, aiming for the multi-tribe town of Possibility, she began to think. She couldn't go around calling herself Garnet, with her parents no doubt looking for her, she'd be way too obvious. She could call herself Beryl, after the main character in her story.

The princess wondered how well Queen Olympus and King Zeus would take her letter. On her desk, she left a single scroll. "To Queen Olympus and King Zeus,

Yeah. No. I'm not doing this right now. I'm running away. Don't bother looking for me, you won't find me. Maybe I'll come back some day, maybe not.

Love,

Princess Garnet"

Yeah, they probably weren't going to take it very well. But Garnet would be in the Kingdom of the Sand before Olympus and Zeus even found the note.

As the dragonet flew through the night sky, she wondered how she'd make make a living once she'd run out of rations. She would probably get a job, maybe make a stall in some market.

Garnet paused to hover in the air, she'd made it to the border, and the town of Possibility. Here she could get some more extra supplies, and then go further in. Further away from the old life she'd had.

She landed at the edge of the town, where a few dragons were still wandering the streets. I am Beryl. And I have nothing to fear. I am Beryl, and I am just passing through. I am Beryl, a traveling SkyWing of no interest to no one. she promised herself. She stepped into the town, looking for anything that sold coats or food. Maybe some blank scrolls.

After she had done a bit of shopping, she ducked out of her final shop. The sky was growing milky pale, and dragons of all colors and sizes began to wake up and come out of their houses. I'm done here. I can just fly away and leave. Nobody will be the wiser. Garnet reassured herself as she padded to the edge of the town.

She glanced around for NightWings. Queen Olympus had allied herself with Queen Stardancer, ruler of both the NightWings and RainWings, and when Olympus requested it, Stardancer would send over a small legion of mind-reading NightWings to help out. There was one. At the other side of the village, but he didn't seem well-trained and alert. Probably a regular citizen.

Because Garnet was so distracted looking out for NightWings and guards, she wasn't watching where she was going, and she bumped into a SandWing. "Watch it, pipsqueak," he growled.

The princess retorted with something real intelligent, like, "Whoops, sorry!" but he had already turned away. She checked the pocket of her cloak, and her bag was gone. That SandWing had stolen it from her. "Stop, thief!" she cried out, chasing after him.

Many dragons turned to glare at her, muttering as she bumped into them. "Help! Thief!" she shouted, still running. So much for being inconspicuous. the rational part of her brain thought, as she took to the skies to search. He was running towards the desert. The SkyWing turned to dive after him, it was a dangerous move, as it could often be hard to bank out of it when needed. But blind desperation drove her to take the risk.

She drove her talons into his back, her brown cloak billowing up behind her. "Give. It. Back," she hissed into his ear.

"Not quite, pipsqueak," he replied, throwing her off. With malice in his gaze, he placed a talon on her throat. He lifted his tail, the poisonous barb glinting in the early dawn. "Say good-bye, dragonet."

Garnet managed to croak out, "Not quite, thief," before surging upwards.

Her attacker was thrown off the princess, but his tail grazed her side. She let out a screech, and pinned the SandWing, who was twice her size, under her own talons.

"Now, the bag, and no one will get hurt," she curled her talons into his chest, barely drawing blood.

He winced, and smiled. And he was gone, but not before stabbing his tail into her right hind leg. She walked around in a complete circle, looking for any trace of the SandWing, or her bag. Nothing. She was alone, lost in a desert with nothing but the cloak on her back.

Garnet wandered in the direction she thought she'd come, but there was nothing more than endless sand for miles. Her scratches started to throb. I never should've run away, the dragonet regretted.

Garner kept wandering, hoping to find Possibility, or any other civilization, for that matter. The sun was starting to get to her, but Garnet refused to take off the cloak. If she did find anyone, she couldn't be seen without her cloak.

Finally, Garnet thought she saw something in the distance, a dragon, it looked like. It might be a mirage, but she wanted to believe otherwise.

"Help," Garnet tried to shout as she came forward, hobbling on three legs, but it came out as a pained whisper. Her throat was drier than the sand beneath her talons. Eventually, she made it. As she reached the dragon, they disappeared. Three moons! It was a mirage. How could I have been so stupid?!

And with that, the world turned black, and the SkyWing princess collapsed onto the hot, dry sand.