The school held an assembly to honor the dragonets who died. Pike, Coconut, and Changbai. Clay and Sunny were holding counseling for any dragonets who had been traumatized by Adnachiel's attack on the school. There was still a search for the bodies of Webs and Falcon. Neither had been seen since Adnachiel appeared.

Messages had been sent to the queens of Pyrrhia, but Starflight and Fatespeaker had started sending other copies of the same message to dragons such as Thorn, Riptide, Reed, an Icewing named Frostbite, Vulture's father, Sixclaws, and Deathbringer.

These messages contained information about the world. Things that had been told by Swordfish and Vine, things Anthony, Marie, and Azure, who had returned to Old Monarchy, had said, and information that had been revealed in Rainfall's chest. Almost all of it was going to be told to the queens of Pyrrhia, and if they refused to say anything to their tribe, the dragonets of destiny were going to ensure that the information couldn't remain hidden for long.

"Do you really think it was all true?" Rattlesnake asked Swordfish. "Everything that was in there?" "It has to be." Swordfish said, looking out at the moons. "Everything connects. It all makes sense. Why would Rainfall lie?"

"What happens next?" Rattlesnake asked. "Where do we go from here?" Swordfish sighed. He didn't know. Pyrrhia had already been rocked once by Darkist-fueled paranoia, and it was being rocked twice by Old Monarchy's sudden appearance. It was about to happen a third time. Was anyone ready?

Swordfish felt Rattlesnake's tail attempt to twine with his, but he didn't complete it. Everything that was in that scroll… had been the whole truth. Swordfish could only hope that Adnachiel was wrong, but everything she had said had proven to be truthful. Swordfish could only hope that the world wasn't about to end.

. . .

Rainfall gasped for air, poking his head out of the water. He was in a river underneath a large bridge. Judging by the noise of dragons above him, he was somewhere populated. Frost was being helped out of the water nearby by Constellation and Coyote. Rainfall had never learned how to swim and began splashing in the water in a panic. Coyote swam over and helped Rainfall too.

The river was bordered by walls, but there was a small bit of sand and stone between the river and the wall. The four dragons walked along the border until they were underneath the bridge. "Cover their eyes." Constellation said, and Coyote's wings were suddenly blocking Rainfall and Frost's view of the wall beneath the bridge.

Rainfall heard a knocking sound, and then Coyote put down his wings. The wall beneath the bridge was beginning to open. The bricks were sliding aside like magic to reveal a doorway. Constellation entered, and Coyote led Rainfall and Frost inside.

"Where… where are we?" Frost asked. "Back in Pyrrhia. We're in Possibility, a town on the border of the Kingdom of Sand and the Kingdom of Sky. Queen Scarlet is currently claiming ownership since… the Sandwings don't really have a queen right now." Coyote said. "Why don't the Sandwings have a queen?" Rainfall asked. Constellation stopped. "Oh, you're one of those Rainwings." She said with a sigh. "I'll give you the basics right now. A few scavengers, which is what we call humans around here, killed Queen Oasis years ago. She had three possible heirs, Burn, Blaze, and Blister. The tribes of Pyrrhia are now split amongst who should be queen and have been warring since Oasis' death. The only tribes who are neutral are the Rainwings and the Nightwings, except we think the Nightwings are actually helping Blister."

"The Nightwings are helping Blister?!" Frost asked as the two older dragons led them into a large chamber. They were now clearly underground. Ornate candlelit lamps lit the room. There were fancy rugs on the ground and various dragons, and even some humans were milling about. Some looked normal. Others were wearing armor, and some were wearing white robes. The one thing they all had in common was their earrings. Golden twin dragons, twisting around each other. This was obviously some kind of group. There were dragons of all tribes here, and the humans weren't being treated like food.

"Well… who are 'we'?" Rainfall asked. "The Travelers." Said Coyote, pride shining in his eyes. "We come from all over. All those who are aware of the existence of the Demons, and those who wish to do something to stop their harmful activities. We come from all over the world, and all over the multiverse. Our leader, Jerboa, is an ancient Sandwing animus dragon who found a way to stop the Curse of Wraith. We…"

"That's enough Coyote." Constellation said. "Don't overload them with information. Besides, Papyrus and Apollo will teach them everything if they choose to join us." "Choose to join you?!" Frost asked, bewildered. "I don't know about Rainfall, but I have a family to get back home to! My parents… my cousin Blizzard and her parents… I can't leave them all!" "Rainfall, what was the last thing that happened to you before Cassriel took you?" Constellation asked. Rainfall thought back to the Nightwings. Marvelous' venom. "I was hit by my friend's venom. I was going to die."

"And what about you, Frost?" Constellation asked. "Well… Blizzard and I had crossed the Great Ice Cliff… we were going to try and find a scavenger. A troop of Sandwings supporting Burn found us. I tried to blast one with Frostbreath, but I missed, and she stabbed me in the heart with her barb. I thought I was dead."

"You were. You both were. Cassriel takes dragons who are right about to die and offers them an alternate path. He then gets visitors to vote to kill one. The one who lives is put into a world and is given a story of some sort. We still don't know why he does these experiments." Constellation said. "What we do know is that any dragons, or humans for that matter, who are forcefully pulled into the Void like that are given the Kiss of the Void. This gives them the power to open rifts at will, unassisted. Rifts are doorways to other worlds and dimensions. You both have this ability, you just need someone to teach you how to use it."

"So, to answer the question," Coyote said, stopping Constellation. "You died in your original world. You could return, but we would have to find it, and there are many, many worlds. There's also the whole situation where you would have to explain how you're alive and where you came from."

"So, your options are, for the time being, go live out in this world, or join us. We want to help you. If you can master world jumping, you may be able to find a world that's just right for you to live in." Constellation said. "We have a few other dragonets who we wish to teach. You can join them if you would like."

Rainfall thought for a moment. "Are the Rainwings just as useless and lazy here as they were back home?" He asked. "They're pretty lazy." Said a passing Rainwing Traveler. "And stupid." Rainfall looked around at the dragons and humans around him. A world of freedom, knowledge, and things he didn't know ever existed. "I'm joining." He said decisively. "The Rainwings are not the tribe for me."

"Great!" Coyote said. "The Travelers is made from misfits and outsiders. Jerboa says its because we can see things normal dragons can't." Rainfall looked at Frost. Her grey eyes were staring at the ceiling. "On the one talon, my cousin thinks I'm dead." She said. "On the other, I despise Icewing society. The rankings, the racism, the rules… the way the rest of my family wants me to be more like them."

"I think I'll join you. Then I can go see my cousin again. I might even be able to take her with me." Frost said. Once again, Rainfall noted how pretty the light looked in her eyes. "I can take you to the other dragonets who were affected by the demons." Coyote said. "Papyrus and Apollo will start the first class tomorrow. There's a lot of stuff to learn about the way these worlds work."

Coyote led the two dragonets down a long hallway. "These tunnels were an old system a group of rebelling Skywings built over a hundred years ago. We found them and repurposed them into our main Pyrrhian hideout." Coyote said, opening a door. "Swiftwind! Mahogany! There's two others!"

Inside the door was a small set of stairs that led to a room above ground. Rainfall walked up the stairs to see a small, nervous looking Mudwing dragonet and a bright orange Skywing dragonet sitting on small mats. Tall windows in the pale stone room shone with light from the outside and the sounds of the city on the other side of the walls sounded like a distant babble. Like relaxing outside the rainforest village while everyone else talks about mangoes or orchids or something.

"Hello!" Said the Skywing. The Mudwing eyed both Rainfall and Frost and gave them a small nod. "I'm Swiftwind! This is Mahogany!" She had an accent. Once again, Mahogany nodded. "Well… I'm Frost." Said Frost. "And I'm Rainfall." Rainfall added. A man with something like a cloth wrapped around his head came into the room. "Who want tea?" He asked in broken Dragon.

"Are you learning Arnish?" Swiftwind asked. The man nodded. "Wants not want." Swiftwind said. "Thank you." The man said, "Who wants tea?" Rainfall had had tea once, so he put one claw in the air. Frost looked confused. "What is tea?" She asked. "A drink." Rainfall said. "It's good."

The man nodded and left when everyone but Mahogany said they wanted some. "What is Arnish?" Frost asked. "The language is Dragon." Swiftwind's face twitched slightly. "Sorry. I forgot I was in the presence of Pyrrhians. Arnish is the real name of the language, left over from the War of Supremacy. Your Pyrrhian ancestors wiped all of that away."

"Okay, what is it that Pyrrhia did?" Frost asked. "We were just in Anibia, and everybody there didn't like Pyrrhians either." "Nobody except Pyrrhians like Pyrrhians." Swiftwind said. "I'm from Balksland, and we don't like Pyrrhians either." She paused. "Well… I've learned they're not actually all that evil, but your ancestors were pretty terrible."

"What did they do? Abyss told us they killed all the Aniwings, Grasswings, and Rockwings, but why? What happened?" Rainfall asked.

"Well, the War of Supremacy had three major sides. Camaelists, the dragon supremist side. Black Star, the human supremist side. And Old Monarchy, the side that believed that humans and dragons could live together. The war raged for almost three years before Old Monarchy was destroyed, and not long after, Black Star's leader, Axton Lloyd, disappeared, leaving his army to collapse in on itself. The Camaelists had almost won, but the remaining forces of both Old Monarchy and Black Star had joined and were putting up a fight that seemed like it would drag on forever. Camael, tired of it all, suggested that the remaining humans could live out on the small island continent that had broken off of Augustia and Consania. They would not be allowed to leave." Swiftwind paused, catching her breath.

"Any humans that wished to remain on the continent they were already living on, had to live in closely monitored puppet states within each continent, ruled by dragons. They had to accept that they could be killed off or destroyed at any given moment." Rainfall nodded, sipping his tea. It had a taste he had never tasted before. Swiftwind began again. "209 years after the war ended, the dragons of the northern part of Anibia, called Pyrrhus, attempted to secede from Anibia."

"They took ideas of Camaelism, dragon supremacy, and made them more intense. After declaring independence, they attempted to invade Anibia and take it over. They would kill any and all humans. Their ideas focused on separating tribes from each other, and Pyrrhus was considered the most racist place in the whole world." Swiftwind explained. "In fact, all the Pyrrhic tribes hated each other. Years of seclusion from each other had made them so racist. The only thing that made them temporarily band together was the idea of taking Anibia."

"It looked like they were going to win, but they made a fatal mistake and opened a front with Balksland too. Their greed was too great. The leaders were appointed kings of tribes, and the kings who began this front were the kings of the Grasswing, Aniwing, and Rockwing tribes. When it was realized that Pyrrhus did not have the resources to fight a two-front war, the other tribe kings turned against those who began that front. What resulted was a complete genocide of those tribes. They were Pyrrhic warriors who had failed and had cost them the war. Also, because of this, the wives of the kings suggested that maybe things would turn out better if they took over the role as supreme leaders for a bit."

"When it became obvious that the whole continent had turned against them for their war crimes and atrocities, the Pyrrhians decided to completely leave. They knew they would be destroyed by every country in the world for ending the long peace that had come out of the War of Supremacy. The queens ordered an evacuation of Pyrrhus. All the loyal Pyrrhians left Thessalstia and flew east. All that was known was that they took over the continent that was given to the humans and implemented their radical Camaelist ideas there. For thousands of years, dragons and humans have been told the history and stories of the Pyrrhian rebellion. The evil, racist, fascist dragons who took an entire continent in the Central East, and then shrunk into isolation. Nobody dared go there, and nobody ever left there. Everyone in the world fears them, hates them. But nobody dares break our relative peace. Right before they left, the Pyrrhians accepted one certain Aniwing back into their tribe. The king of Anibia's daughter, who had animus power, had an affair with the son of the Pyrrhian Icewing queen. She left with them. Nobody had any idea what magic weapons the Pyrrhians had developed, and what they would do to us. Pyrrhian animuses didn't have to take the Oath of Stone. Who knew what terrible things they could do?"

Rainfall sat back and thought about this. "But… we haven't ever heard about any of this." Frost said. "We were taught that Pyrrhia was the only continent, and anything else was a legend." "Lies created by the original Pyrrhic settlers." Swiftwind said. "Unless you come from some world where things are different, that is how it is. Mahogany was telling me the same things. I think that it was all covered up and a different story has been told for thousands of years."

The door suddenly opened again and a Mudwing and a Skywing entered. "Greetings dragonets." Boomed the Mudwing. "I am Papyrus, and this is Apollo!" The Skywing raised his head to look at the dragonets. "We will be your instructors on the secrets of the world, and how to use them to your advantage."

"You there." Papyrus said, pointing to Swiftwind. "How did you find us?" "Well, I was flying around my hometown, and I saw this weird dragon fly into a wall and disappear. I tried to do the same and fell into some… other world. A Traveler found me lost there, and she brought me here."

Papyrus nodded and turned to Mahogany. "My sibs and I were going to another village. Our village had been destroyed in a recent Icewing raid. We flew into a thick mist, and then a large Nightwing came out of nowhere and killed my entire family. I was the last one alive, and I managed to stab him in the weak spot. He died, and then Jerboa came and took me here not five minutes later."

Silence fell across the dragons in the room. Apollo turned and ran out the door. "Papyrus… continue. I'm going to ask Jerboa what happened." Apollo walked out of the room. "Poor Apollo…" Papyrus muttered. "If he seems weird to you it's because he just found out he has a dragonet. He made a mistake with a Skywing entertainer…" Papyrus trailed off.

After Rainfall and Frost told their story, Papyrus pulled out a thin, flat slab of dark rock. He had a piece of chalk with him and began to draw on the slab. He drew a flat line at the bottom, and then circles above the line. "This is a diagram of the multiverse." He said, quieter now. "In each of these orbs, there is a world. All the worlds are connected through their similarities. They can all be linked back to something we called 'The Console' in the past, but what we now call 'The Canon World.'" Papyrus wrote "The Canon World" underneath the flat bottom line.

"Each world can be affected by beings of great power, who exist in a world far beyond this. We call them 'visitors.' The Canon World can only be changed by one singular visitor. We call this visitor 'The Author.' She changes the Canon World, and all others are seemingly based off it." Papyrus said. "The space between the worlds is called The Void. Time doesn't exist in the Void. Nature has no place in the Void. Only one kind of being is supposed to be able to go there."

"They are the Demons. A group of god-like creatures whose goal is to keep the worlds working as they should. They all have roles and abilities, which they perform at the order of the Demon King. Now, normally this wouldn't cause any problems, but for a long time now, the Demons have been doing things that harm the worlds, not help them. The King appears to have a plan of some sort. While we are not sure what the complete plan is, Jerboa herself suspects that the King is planning to kill the visitors."

Papyrus paused. "Why would he do that?" Mahogany asked. "Once again, we are unsure, but Abyss, a demon who has secretly partnered with us, has said it is because the demons are slaves to them. The demons have been serving the visitors since the creation of the multiverse, and many of them feel it is unfair that they were simply created to serve. They want freedom. We are unsure of how they will do this, but it is nevertheless dangerous. The top thinkers of the Travelers believe that if this is done, the entire multiverse will collapse."

"Well… what happens if they do that?" Rainfall asked. "Everything ends." Papyrus responded. "Without anything to keep it going, the entire multiverse will simply… cease to exist."

The silence that followed that statement seemed to be loud. The distant noises of the city outside sounded like the stars were laughing at the dragons in the room. "How do we defeat a demon?" Swiftwind asked. "Well… that's the thing. They're quite hard to kill." Apollo said, entering the room again. "There is only one surefire way to defeat a demon."

Papyrus used a small cloth to clear the chalk, and he began to draw again. "The term for it is 'inheritance.'" Apollo continued. "There is something the residents of the Console have that nobody else does. We call it a 'soul.' The Author breathed life into those dragons and humans. Everything else is just a branch-off. Because of this, the those from the Canon World are the only ones that can hurt a demon."

"See, attacks from dragons like us, the demon can instantly heal." Papyrus said, his deep voice almost startling Rainfall. "But attacks from a dragon, or even a human, with a soul, don't heal. If someone with a soul manages to kill a demon, they become the new demon."

"… What?" Frost asked. "Let's say I have a soul." Apollo said. "And I kill Cassriel, Hell's Electoral Poet. Cassriel dies, and I become the new Cassriel." "However, you're not totally done yet." Papyrus said. "The will of the original demon still exists, and he or she will attempt to control you. When you inherit a demon, you also inherit the will of the original demon, no matter how many times it has been inherited." "If your own will is strong enough, you will beat back the demon's will, and that's how you kill a demon. There is no other way." Apollo said.

"So… only those from the Canon World can kill a demon?" Rainfall asked, a mixture of terrified and awed. "Not entirely." Apollo said. Papyrus began to draw on the slate again. He drew a simple dragon with what looked like a white blob inside its chest. He drew another dragon with a spear, stabbing the dragon in the chest. He drew an arrow coming off the white blob and pointing at the empty chest of the dragon with the spear.

"If a dragon, or a human, without a soul, kills a dragon or human with a soul, the soul becomes theirs." Apollo said. "That is the other side of inheritance. Many dragons believe that physical bodies are the most important, but the soul is the most important part of a body." "So… I'm soulless?" Frost asked. "Don't worry. Just because you don't have a soul, you're not evil or something." Papyrus laughed. "It just means you don't have very much power in this multiverse."

"Um…" Mahogany said, speaking up. "Was everything Swiftwind said about Pyrrhus and all that true?" Swiftwind turned and gave him a look. "Do you think I lied to you?" She asked. "Oh, the Pyrrhic Rebellion?" Apollo asked. "Yes. It happened. All of it."

"So then why is Pyrrhia so different from the rest of the world?" Mahogany asked. "Because the first rulers of Pyrrhia declared humans nothing more than 'scavengers,' and proceeded to kill them all." Apollo said grimly. "We wiped away their cities and technology, and the dragons refused to use any modern human technology. It was supposed to be a complete destruction of the world from before. It was all covered up too. Arnish was forcefully made the language of Pyrrhia so that there would be no different languages, and therefore no questions about the world beyond Pyrrhia."

"And the story Coyote told us about animus magic, is that true?" Frost asked. "Yes." Apollo answered. "Because descendants of the Icewing prince and the Anibian princess are not bound by the Oath of Stone, their animus magic is left unchecked and wild. That is why animus magic depletes the user's soul every time it is used. That is why every animus has Icewing ancestry."

"I've never even heard of animus magic before this." Rainfall said. "What does it do?" "An animus dragon can enchant anything to do anything." Frost said. "If I were an animus, I could enchant this tea to turn into water with just my will, but legend said that animus magic corrupts the soul of the dragon who uses it every time they use it."

Papyrus and Apollo continued to teach the dragonets about various history and things about the world until it was dark out. Rainfall had never expected anything of this volume to exist beyond the rainforest. He had wanted the large, open world of Pyrrhia. He got even more. He got an entire world, and the multiverse that surrounded it.

. . .

The Travelers were everything I had ever wanted and more. But with this kind of knowledge came dangers far beyond anything my worst nightmares could come up with. I didn't understand how terrifying the demons would be.

I didn't know that I was getting involved in something dangerous, just like Marvelous had warned me of. But since we're all Pyrrhians, I guess we're all involved in something dangerous. Someday, the nations of the world will overcome their fears. Be it mentally, or with technology that will overcome the powers of even animus dragons. The world is progressing. We aren't.

. . .

"I hated the rainforest." Rainfall said. Frost nodded. "I hated the Ice Kingdom. Their rules, rankings, and control make me sick. I just find a lot of Icewing pretentiousness to be insufferable. I've just always had to act like I'm fine with it." Frost gave a nervous chuckle. "Kind of the opposite of you, but the same too."

The two were sitting on the bridge above the secret doorway to the Traveler's underground. Papyrus and Apollo had started drinking some Sandwing liquor, Swiftwind had gone to find some other dragons from Balksland, and Mahogany had been called for a private meeting with Jerboa. "What do you think is up with Mahogany?" Rainfall asked. "Why do the Travelers have such an interest in him? He didn't even encounter a demon or enter another world. Jerboa just… took him."

"Maybe that Nightwing that killed his family was a demon." Frost guessed. They stopped talking as an injured Seawing hobbled past. "No… because Mahogany killed him." The two fell silent.

"You know… I'm glad that out of all the dragons Cassriel could have picked for me to get stuck with, it was you." Frost said. She looked away, a slight blue tint under her cheeks. "You're nice. You're like Blizzard."

Rainfall didn't know how to take this. "Thanks…?" He said, shrugging, trying to beat back the pink rose feeling in his scales. Rainfall hated it when emotions showed themselves all over his body. He was a dragon who liked his privacy, which included his thoughts, thank you very much.

"I wonder what happened to her." Frost said quietly. "I hope she's okay… but she's probably dead to be realistic. Those Sandwings were… I…" Frost trailed off. She began to cry softly. Rainfall awkwardly put his wing around her. Her scales were cold. He wasn't good with this kind of stuff. As Frost cried harder and turned and put her face into his wing, Rainfall thought about Chameleon and Marvelous. They were probably dead too. And maybe the Nightwings really had invaded the forest. Maybe everyone was dead.

When talking to Frost, his experiences living in the rainforest didn't seem so bad. She kind of took the bad feelings out of it, and made it seem more like something he could look back at and laugh. But the thoughts of what had happened and what lay ahead were still loud and clear in Rainfall's head. He knew he had to move forward. He couldn't go back to the world he died in.

"My friends are probably dead too." Rainfall said. "And so are we. We can't go back to them now, even if they're alive." Frost sniffed and withdrew her snout from Rainfall's wing. "Well then we can't die. I knew the real Blizzard. The one that wasn't an arrogant, racist Icewing. If I stay alive, then the memory of her will live on too." She looked at Rainfall. "I can't give up. I have no choice." Rainfall thought about Chameleon and Marvelous. If they were dead… he would be the only one to remember them. The Rainwings would easily forget about them.

"Well that's why we're here." Rainfall said. "To live."

. . .

The next morning, Rainfall and the other Traveler recruits walked into the room to find a tall, pale Sandwing waiting for them. She had triangle designs on her wings. "Hello." She said. "I am Jerboa the Second, head of the Travelers in this world." She had a stack of scrolls with her. "It's time you all learned about the creation of the world."

Rainfall cautiously took a seat, not taking his eyes off the dragon in front of him. "You're Jerboa…" Swiftwind said. "The second. Jerboa was my mother." Jerboa said. Her eyes seemed to have a mischievous wisdom to them. "How did you get around the Curse of Wraith?" Swiftwind asked.

"Many animus dragons in Pyrrhia's history have attempted to use their magic to save their souls. The thing is, none of them knew what exactly it was they were trying to do. They all failed. Once you know what it is you need to do, its quite simple. One spell is all it takes to reverse King Wraith's curse. You just need to be specific." Jerboa said with a smile.

"Let us begin." Jerboa said. "An in-depth history lesson is needed to understand things the correct way." She took a scroll from the pile, and one came loose. It rolled toward Rainfall. As Jerboa found the beginning of the scroll, Rainfall quietly picked up the scroll that had rolled toward him. Jerboa didn't seem to notice.

"At the very beginning." Jerboa began. "A being from another planet, which we only know as 'Eden,' left its home to experiment with life. Its name was God. God created a planet called Earth and began life there. Plants, animals, and microscopic organisms. But this was only a test, for earth was plagued with lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, and pride. Soon, God left Earth. He created three Moon Goddesses to watch over Earth. Luna, Sola, and Eclis."

Rainfall opened the scroll to be greeted with a large list of symbols, each with titles beneath them. DEMONS, read the name of the list. At the top was Abyss-Lord of Chaos, followed by Aciel-The God Burner.

"Sola created 12 beings called the Angels to help rule over life on Earth. These creatures were a mixture of what we today know as dragons, and humans." Jerboa showed an illustration of a strange beast, with the body of a human, but horns, wings, talons, and tails. "But the other two Moon Goddesses feared that Luna had made the Angels too powerful, and they would soon overthrow them. Luna and Eclis killed all the Angels, save for the two head Angels, Zeus and Hera. Luna transformed them into the two first humans, Adam and Eve. The first species of Postangels."

"This is a story from the Holy Words!" Swiftwind said. "Do… you not have this in Pyrrhia?" Mahogany shook his head. Rainfall kept running his claw over the list of demons, counting about… 89. There was one that was scribbled over in dark ink. A name that began with L. The list was alphabetical. Rainfall was lucky he learned how to read. The title was still legible. The Morning Star.

"There are two types of Postangels." Jerboa continued. "Humans and dragons. Both have a half of an Angel's Soul. Therefore, only dragons and humans can inherit a canon soul. Humans have a 'yin' soul, and dragons have a 'yang' soul." Rainfall noticed Frost looking at him, and his scroll, which gained the attention of Mahogany, and then Jerboa.

"Ah. It seems I lost one of my scrolls." Jerboa said slyly. Rainfall felt embarrassed pink wash over his talons. "Is that the one about the demons?" She asked. "Yes." Rainfall stammered. "Uh… may I ask why there is one of the names covered up?" Jerboa's face fell grim. "That is the King's name." She said. "It's considered taboo to say it. One of my previous pupils did that out of fear."

"What is the King's name?" Mahogany asked. "Oh wait… you can't…" "No. I can say it. It's just superstition." She said.

"His name is Lucifer."

. . .

Two year anniversary. I can't believe I've made it this far. I love that people enjoy this story so much. This is my greatest work of writing ever. I hope to go to college for writing in a few years, and then a career. Two years ago I thought this would be nothing longer than 20 chapters. Now look where we are.

I read each and every review posted to this. For some of you, I have no way to respond because the commenter is a guest. But I truly appreciate all the positive feedback, and I wish there was some way to express my thanks to all those who I can't.

But seriously. Thank you to all of you who have read all of this. The entire journey. Two years of work is about to pay off. Years of buildup have created this for me, and I enjoy every moment of it. I don't even like Wings of Fire that much anymore, yet I still write this. Almost every day.

One day, I hope to turn these ideas into something that will hopefully be published. This story is my outlet to test my ability.

Once again, thank you for reading Alternate/The Console. And we're only about halfway through.