The streetlights shone with a particular glow that made the nighttime in the city magical, but sadly now it made it seem devilishly sad. I was stumbling, wobbling back and forth between falling and sloppily walking. Finally my legs gave in and I was on the ground. Not a soul to be seen for miles, but yet there seemed to be the warmth and comfort of a friend next to me. I closed my eyes and let the light take me away to a better place.
"Drake, where are you?" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Drake had ran off in a fit of sadness and rage, because he knows there is almost nothing we can do about Hung. Leaf followed my tattered dress and Draco was on my shoulder getting a good vantage point. Wings was up high scouting in the air and Julian was with Flame back at the house. The city was in somewhat ruins, with the occasional light of a cautious refugee within the broken and crumbled buildings and centers. We were highly risking our lives and location for Drake, because if he is lost then we loose not only an advantage, but also a part of the family. Drake… where are you.
