p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;" span class="Apple-converted-space" /span"Well, at least she's not dead?" Sandstorm said "What?" Exclaimed Sunny "Hey, I do /spanspan class="s2" style="font-style: italic; font-size: 16px;"not /spanspan class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"know what's going on!" Sandstorm said. Moon opened her eyes, and saw that she was in a cave. "I'll leave If you do not mind." Said Sandstorm, then Moon saw him walk out of the cave. "How long have I been out?" Moon asked. "A whole day." Said Qibli, who she had not realized was here. "Oh my," Moon said, "What about my classes?" "You can catch up." Tsunami said, who she had also not realized was there. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;" span class="Apple-converted-space" /spanLater she walked to history class and she bumped into Winter on the way. "I don't trust that SandWing." Qibli shouted from behind, "You don't trust anybody!" "I trust Moon!" Winter shouted back. As they passed the music cave and heard some very interesting music, the music unlike most songs Moon had heard it had lyrics. The part she heard went like this. "When you see light, fading from your eyes, take a stance, for the flag that flies, get ready, for the-"Then it stopped when they got to the door. When they looked in and saw Sandstorm waving with a small smile while he was next to the drums. They walked past, then they heard him mumble, "Three moons, can a dragon sing without getting judged?"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;" span class="Apple-converted-space" /spanWhen they got to the history cave they saw Webs staring at an object with emmense curiosity. Then saw the dragonets and tucked it under the desk. The rest of the winglet walked in to see Carnelian with a grumpy frown. "Today," Webs started in his span class="Apple-converted-space" /spanslow, boring drawl, "We will be learning about the 500 years of resettlement of the tribes./span/p