Wolf was flying away from the city. The dragons back at Basilisk were raising more funds, and starting to plan how to shut down the anti-dragon rally without the use of violence. Wolf decided to take the day to make sure what he saw on the journal cover was real. Wolf was almost there, to the coordinates, which lead him into a vast open area of nature, which was strange considering how close it was to the city. There were trees, hills, and large boulders. It was more nature than Wolf had ever seen in his life. It stretched for miles, as far as the eye could see. Wolf landed on a small rocky plateau and looked around. Wolf could see mountains, forests, and ponds. Long yellow grass tickled his scales, with shrubs and dead branches scraping against his tail. Wolf took a deep breath, and exhaled powerfully, enough to create the smallest amount of frozen air.

"This is… awesome." Wolf said aloud, to nobody. Wolf looked up to see distant airplanes zooming overhead. There were no clouds in the endless blue sky. Wolf sat down under a lone tree in the open area and just took in the landscape around him. Is this it, Lilypad? Is this where you wanted me to go? When did you ever make time to come here yourself? It's incredible. Why didn't you tell me about it sooner?

Wolf traced long cracks in the rock below him with his serrated claw. He kept looking at a hill below him, covered in trees. His eyes scanned it. It was more trees than he had ever seen all in one place. Something on the hill caught Wolf's eye, ever so slightly. Wolf turned his head to look at it. A break in the trees, a dark crevice.

I ought to check that out. That could be it. Wolf glided over to the indent on the hill, a rocky outcropping, with a large dark cave in it. Sunlight was trying to get into the cave, to brighten it, but the darkness of the cave wasn't affected at all. The light couldn't puncture the dark. Wolf took a few steps into the cave. He could barely see. He stumbled around a bit and felt around with his claws. Wolf felt rock in front of him, and to his left. He turned to his right, and walked forward slowly, with his claws out front again.

Wolf built up the frost in his throat. If some kind of animal is in here, I gotta be ready. Not looking to get my face cut open by a bear today. That would be painfully hard to explain. After taking a few more unseen twists, Wolf saw a bit of cave, around a bend, illuminated by a fiery light. Wolf gulped. Something was making that light. Wolf moved toward it, readying himself, and then sped around the corner. The light was coming from a torch on the wall, still lit and burning. Wolf found himself facing a long, long tunnel, lit entirely by torches. Somebody's been here. Recently enough to light these. Wolf walked slowly down the tunnel, on guard. His tail curled upward, the spikes pointing out the opposite direction. Wolf noticed something on the wall beside him. Drawings. Wolf looked down the tunnel, and realized that from where Wolf was standing and on, the tunnel walls were covered in Murals, pictures of dragons and humans fighting, dead dragons, dead humans, cities on fire, and at the head of it all… a large dragon. One of a color Wolf had never seen a dragon be before.
It was a weird week for Wolf. First, he meets the odd black dragon who seemed to know everything about Wolf, and now, a picture of a large orange dragon. He was huge, in comparison to the army, and his scales seemed to let off smoke. The dragon had visible scars, and there was fire at his feet, and all the grass behind him was burnt and blackened. In the army, Wolf also saw black dragons, as well as orange, red and purple. The black and purple ones were distinguishable. They had starscapes under their wings, and some of them were breathing fire. In the back, there was a group of 4 black ones, all trailing behind the group.
Right beside the large orange dragon, was a small white one, an IceWing. The army of dragons was marching into a city, and behind the city were RainWings, only distinguishable by their ruffs, and their more brilliant colors. In the next picture, there were soldiers in the city, shooting and killing dragons. The orange dragon, two red dragons, and three MudWings were tearing through the army. At the front of the mass of dragons, which were now all over the sky, in the city, or dead, was the smaller IceWing. The dragonet's eyes were now a bright white, and there were tons of dead soldiers around the IceWing.

The next picture was the grimmest. It showed the entire army, even the black ones in the back, dead, slaughtered. The floor was also littered with human bodies, but there were more humans alive. The orange dragon was flying away from the city, leaving a trail of fire. There were more murals, of all sorts of battles, massacres, and other horrible things. What Wolf found the most interesting was a recreation of the plan-out to turn North America into another continent. The map had different instructions, and the part of Alaska nearest to Russia, as well as the Panama Canal, circled. The huge, complicated map was labeled "PYRRHIA."

"Pyrrhia," Wolf said to himself. "What a strange name." Wolf reached the end of the tunnel. It was a dead end. Whoever was here to light these torches must have left before I came here. I wonder who else knew about this other than Lilypad? I wonder who made this? Definitely a dragon from the war. It must be pretty old.

After all of this, though, Wolf was left with one huge, nagging question. One he could not understand no matter what. What happened to the different colored dragons? Black, purple, red and orange. Colors Wolf had only ever seen on RainWings, but these dragons were definitely not RainWings. Did the war wipe them out? Surely, that couldn't happen. It just doesn't make sense.

-/-

It was night now. Wolf sat on top of a building, one of two making the alley that the Basilisk hideout was underneath. Wolf was staring up at the stars, and down at the city. A complete contrast to the incredible natural beauty outside of Boston, with trees and rocks and caves. Wolf knew that whatever he experienced today was something much larger than him. I'll go to the public library tomorrow. If I read up about the war, that stuff in the cave might make a bit more sense. Wolf jumped off the building, spreading his wings to catch the air and land gracefully on the concrete of the alley. Wolf walked over to the hatch, yawning. Right before he opened it, though, he saw a small letter sitting right in front of the trapdoor. Wolf picked it up, confused. Nobody had ever sent them a letter before, nobody knew where they were. Wolf opened the letter and took out a card.

The front of the card was a beautiful night sky, with blues and purples and Aurora Borealis in the bottom left corner. The moon was bright, illuminating snow below. Wolf gawked at the picture, before opening the card.

I see you are planning to stop the Suprema rally coming up. I know how to help you incredibly. Come to Copley Square, at the meeting of St. James and Claredon. I'll be there.

-Night.

Wolf held the card gingerly in his talons, opened the hatch, and dropped down. Wolf almost forgot to close the door above him. Wolf immediately glided over to Sedge's room. Wolf knocked quickly and kept knocking until Sedge grudgingly opened the door.

"Not now, can't you see I'm busy, kid?" Sedge said, annoyed.

"This was waiting right outside the door," Wolf said seriously, holding out the letter to Sedge, opened. "Whoever wrote this knows our plan."

In the SuperHuman headquarters, there was a table, with a printer on it. Not so long ago, a SuperHuman had printed something out of this printer. Another SuperHuman named Oliver had talked to her here. Neither of them had noticed or thought about the camera directly above that table, the kind of camera that could record audio. The kind of camera that connected directly to the computer monitor on top of the OverLooker of the SuperHuman program's desk.