Here we are at the end of the story. The epilogue closes it off, and explains a few things. I've got nothin' to say, so you know what to do.
A Blessing and a Curse
Aerrow lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was thinking about the major victory they had scored and wondering what Weaverbird would do next. Aerrow would have loved for her to stay, but she had a family and other obligations to attend to as well. He shifted under his covers. It was too hot in here; he needed some air.
Walking out onto the runway, Aerrow was surprised to see that Weaverbird was already out there. The Blue Dragoness was well camouflaged against the night sky. Aerrow walked up and settled himself beside Weaverbird.
"Well, you're up late." She purred, still gazing up at the stars. Aerrow looked at the sky too, and caught sight of what Weaverbird was looking at; the constellation Draco.
"What do you think; does it really look like a Dragon?" Weaverbird mmrred conversationally to her companion. Aerrow merely shrugged. He supposed it did in profile but to put it quite frankly, the line of stars looked more like a kite to him.
"What are you planning on doing next?" Aerrow asked apprehensively. Weaverbird rustled her wings gently and turned to the sky knight.
"Well I'll travel with you of course," she replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "We can't travel farther than twenty ticks from each other any more, after all." Aerrow waited for the Dragoness to elaborate.
"Dragon crystals are both a blessing and a curse, Aerrow," Weaverbird sighed, "They grant us incredible power, true. But that's not all they do.
"Because of the Dragon crystals, we must be careful to keep the promises we make. We are bound by our word, and I owed your father my life; I even said as much. When your father was killed, I was cursed, bound to my terra until another way to repay my debt became apparent. You weren't the only ones who were extremely lucky to crash on my terra." Aerrow thought about this; he couldn't imagine what it must be like to have to choose your words so carefully all the time.
"So, naturally, my bond now connected me to you after that. And when I gave you a piece of my crystal to heal your wounds, I bound us even more tightly. I don't seem to be very good at this, am I?" Weaverbird purred. Aerrow chuckled.
"Does that mean it'll have the same effect on me?" Aerrow wondered. Now it was Weaverbird's turn to shrug.
"Who knows? It will be interesting to see how that plays out." The Dragoness answered. Aerrow agreed.
Things were going to get a lot more interesting from here on out; Aerrow just knew it.
The End. But not the end of Weaverbird's adventures with the Storm Hawks. Keep an eye out for 'Split Personality', which should be up sometime this weekend. I hope you all enjoyed reading this story as I did writing it. I can't believe how fast it went by.
I hope to see you all at my next fic. Bye!