This is mostly just an update. I am not dead! Just a lot has been happening! Stay tuned for upcoming chapters. Below is a snippet from chapter 53. This coronavirus thing is giving me a lot of time to collect my thoughts and write. Thank you for the reviews! (As for that anonymous guest... you said we talked... Otter, is that you?) I know all of this may feel strange, not being connected to Pyrrhia and stuff anymore, but bear with me. Alternate will resume shortly.

Mallard walked into the room with large glass panels showing the countryside. He was in his friend Silvertalon's home. She had invited him over for an unspecified reason. When he walked into the living room, three servants who were cleaning promptly left the room, showing him no eye contact.

Silvertalon, a member of the Anibian elite, was the inheritor of a large steel company that her mother had started called Dalina Steel Works. Looking around, Mallard recognized many of the same luxurious expensive items that were in his own home. Somewhere, a record player was playing jazz music that echoed in the large house.

Just as Mallard was about to announce his arrival, Silvertalon appeared in a doorway. She was a dark purple Nightwing with a skinniness to her that reminded Mallard of some kind of artwork. Just as her name implied, she had painted her talons silver with a special kind of paint-like substance that was new in the market of cosmetics.

"Mallard. It's been a long time." She said in a smooth voice.

"You as well, Silvertalon." Mallard said, folding his large Mudwing wings inward. "Why have you invited me here? We haven't talked in a long time."

"I was recently given the opportunity to join a special group among the elite of Anibia." Silvertalon said, holding up her right talon. On one of her claws, was a golden ring with a design like laurels. "They call it the Grand Enlightenment. A secret society of the wealthy and the powerful. Now Mallard, you struck me as someone who enjoys the finer things of life, and let me tell you, life as a member of the Enlightenment is a fine one indeed."

"What exactly do you do?" Mallard asked. "What is the point of it?"

"Nothing much. Some of the members are pretty religious, but mostly it is to create a bond between the rich of this country so that we may move together as one instead of against each other. We help each other out in times of need and help ourselves as well. Investments, loans, you name it." Silvertalon said with a smile. "Our one and only goal is the betterment of society in Anibia, and eventually across the world."

"And you want me to join?" Mallard asked, looking at the golden ring again.

"Indeed. As we join, we are asked to seek out at least one other dragon and try to get them to join as well." Silvertalon said and handed Mallard a business card for a company called Westfield Investments in the city of Sechattan. On the back, it read Ask for Sky in Silvertalon's writing.

"I'll… think about it." Mallard said, putting the card in his satchel. Silvertalon nodded.

"Now come on." Silvertalon said, walking out of the room. "This wine isn't going to drink itself!

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Until next chapter, Visitor...