"I hate my magic." Darkseer said. Rattlesnake sat on Vulture's bed, staring at the ceiling of the cave. "I can't believe I used it…" Darkseer moaned. "If you hadn't used it, Adnachiel would have killed Swordfish and Vine. Tsunami too. You used it to save dragons, not harm them." "It doesn't matter." Darkseer said. "I can't replicate whatever Jerboa did. I'm too afraid to use it again. I can't stop the Curse of Wraith."

Rattlesnake sighed. "Do you feel violent?" She asked. "…No." Darkseer admitted. "Problem solved then." Rattlesnake stated, and rose to her feet, shaking out her wings. "But that doesn't mean I won't in the future. I see visions of me hurting dragons. I kill them." Darkseer choked. He was crying. Rattlesnake slowly walked over to him and put a comforting talon on his back. "I don't want to use my power again. I'd rather die."

. . .

Swordfish sat in the art cave, staring at a blank canvas. He had never learned how to draw well, but he felt like putting something down. He dipped his talon into black paint and made a dark claw mark across the canvas. "You don't want to? Do you?" Typhoon asked. She was standing nearby, looking out a window at the rain.

"No. I don't." Swordfish replied, looking at the black scar he had slashed across the empty canvas. The black paint dripped down the white emptiness. He had used too much paint. "I don't want to either." Typhoon said. "Screw Cerulean and Urchin's deal. We don't need them anymore." Swordfish didn't say anything. He just watched the dark paint drip down to the bottom of the canvas. Its purity had been ruined. "Yeah. I don't need my father anymore." He said. At the wooden base of the canvas was the earring his father had given him. A Traveler's earring.

. . .

"I don't know. How do you feel about it?" Vine asked Kinkajou. "Well, we're taught to never use our venom on living creatures." Kinkajou said. "But… maybe Rainfall had a point." Vine sighed and looked at her talons. "I almost killed a Camaelist general named Stone. He had me captured and was going to make me serve him for life. Would I have been correct in doing that?" Vine asked.

Kinkajou sighed. "I don't know." She said honestly. "Rainfall was kind of right about the Rainwings. They live in peaceful ignorance. They didn't even know Nightwings were capturing members of their own tribe."

There was silence between the two until Vine spoke. "Even though I struggle to remember things, I always thought that everywhere should be like the rainforest. I could see the best in every dragon. Nobody was all bad, and that everything would turn out okay in the end."

"Well… maybe I was wrong. Maybe this world is crueler than I ever thought. Maybe I would have been justified in killing Stone. I mean… Frost wasn't a bad dragon, was she? Was it really her fault?"

. . .

"But how did it happen?" Starflight asked. "How could almost all the citizens of Jeoul be transformed into dragons at once? It can't be the Dagger of Luna." "Nobody knows." Vulture said. "One form of Postangel was turned into another form of Postangel. Maybe Luna herself did it."

"I can't believe the moons are… conscious." Sunny said. "I can!" Fatespeaker chimed. "Sometimes I almost feel like they're talking to me." Starflight almost said something but stopped himself at the last moment.

"Some dragons aren't going to like this." Sunny said. "This goes against everything we've ever known." "Out of everything those messages to the queens said, I think this isn't very controversial compared to other things it says." Vulture argued.

"Yeah…" Starflight muttered. "When do you think Thessalstia will attack us? Or will Pyrrhia attack them first?" "We will either meet our destruction at the hands of Thessalstia and the rest of the world, or Lucifer himself will come to end us all." Vulture said. "We need to get off this continent."

. . .

"It's okay." Tsunami whispered. Clay was crying in her cave. His tendons had been healed by the Earring of Sola. "I can't… I don't deserve forgiveness." He whimpered. "I handed one of our students over to die." He sobbed. "You had no choice." Tsunami said reassuringly. "None of us did. Adnachiel knew exactly how to play her cards. If you hadn't acted, Marsh would be dead. Your own brother."

"Do you think… Swordfish… and his friends… hate me?"

. . .

Delta lit a torch and lightly touched down on the ground of the ravine Cedar had died in. Frigid landed right behind her. "Alright." He said. "Let's find a body." Delta felt woozy as the torchlight illuminated the rock walls around her. She was either going to find the dead body of her brother, who she had killed, or nothing at all, which would mean something… a lot worse.

. . .

"If I ever see that Icewing again I'm going to burn her face off." Peril grumbled. "You can't." Turtle said from the corner. "You don't have a soul. You're powerless against Adnachiel." Turtle turned his healing rock over and over in his claws. I wasted my soul on this. He thought. And I can never get it back. My whole existence is a mistake, created by an affair in an evil rebellion.

"Well then I'll do what I can to make her hurt." Peril said darkly. "Nobody controls me like that. Not again. I was controlled like that by Scarlet my whole life. I am free now, and nobody, not even a demon, can take that away from me."

. . .

"It seems these messages were sent out to every queen in Pyrrhia." Savanna said, reading the Grandmaster's words. In his talon was the message meant for Queen Glory. "Obsidian intercepted it and brought it here. With this, Jade Mountain Academy has allied itself with the queens, which we now know are subjects of evil! The Pyrrhic Rebels and their hateful deeds still live on within the queens of Pyrrhia!" The Darkists muttered in anger.

This was Savanna's first time back as Speaker. He had been temporarily stripped of his title for being responsible for the chaos a few months ago when he tried to get Swordfish to join. He had been locked in a cell in the old Nightwing dungeon and had his claws on his left arm ripped out by Aqua with pliers. Feeling the Grandmaster's eyes from underneath the hood and metallic mask watching him from the back gave him the familiar chills and feeling of dread. But he had been justified in his punishment. Savanna had put the whole order in danger.

"We now have a way to achieve our goal through new means." Savanna said. "All that is needed is for one of us to gain the Kiss of the Void. Once that happens, we can get Darkstalker from any other world, any other dimension of our choice. And once we do that, we can overthrow the aristocracies, take command of this continent, and begin interaction with the outside world, be that peace or war!"

. . .

Urchin sat by himself in a bar above water. "I'm sorry, I can't offer you another drink." Said the bartender, a bright green Seawing. "Jet off you rock-scrubber." Urchin groaned. "You're drunk. Go home." Said a nearby customer.

Urchin put his head down on the table. It was six years ago today that it happened. The day she disappeared forever. He felt tears slide down his face. Nobody could see, of course. Nobody could see Urchin cry.

. . .

"Ready?" Coyote asked. "Yeah. Let's do this." Rainfall said. He put one talon forward and spread out his wings, calling upon the old chill that hadn't seemed to leave his bones since Cassriel took him. He imagined the chill entering his arm and leaving through the claws. In front of him, the thin air began to break open as the rift opened.

Frost, Mahogany, and Swiftwind watched from behind him. Papyrus and Constellation sat nearby, watching the recruits. "Alright, let's enter." Coyote said. "Looks like we're in the right place." Coyote entered the rift. Rainfall followed him, and the other young recruits behind him.

The city beneath them was large and sprawling. It looked foreign and futuristic. "Where are we?" Frost asked. "World 13052204. An alternate version of Earth. We're in a city called Sydney, Australia. There have been reports of an anomaly around here on Turner Street from the Traveler outpost in Boston, and Jerboa wants someone to investigate." "This will be our final test?" Swiftwind asked. Coyote nodded. Mahogany began to fly down towards the city. Dragons were flying above the city as cars drove around the streets below.

It had been almost two years since Rainfall and Frost had been saved from Cassriel. Their training was to prepare them for the world they were going to enter. Today was their final test. That would mean that tomorrow morning, they would become full Travelers. They would get their earring.

The four dragonets easily blended in with the crowd of dragons flying around. "Excuse me, do you know where Turner Street is?" Frost asked a passing Mudwing. "Yeah. Make a right at the front of the aquarium and keep heading down that street. It'll be on your right." Thanks." Frost said, and then turned to her friends. "What's an aquarium again?" She asked, an embarrassed look on her face. "The fish place." Mahogany reminded her. "Right." She said. Rainfall gave Frost a smile, and she smiled back.

Rainfall and Frost had been what dragons beyond Pyrrhia would call "dating." They had both been captured by Cassriel, they had both gone through the same experience, and both were misfits back at their homes. There was also a "connect" Rainfall felt when being with her. It didn't feel emotional or physical or anything like that. It felt more… cosmic.

When they reached the aquarium, the dragonets made the necessary turns until they were at Turner Street. The dragons and humans in this world seemed to get along, and they had what the Travelers called "Future-tech." Many worlds seemed to have the same technology, far more advanced than what the regular worlds had. Their cars, buildings, society, weapons, and lifestyles were incredibly foreign, so foreign that many Travelers had dedicated their lives to studying it all.

While traveling through the city, the four dragonets kept an eye out for anyone following them. One thing that they learned repeatedly was that demons could take various forms to blend in. This transformation from one form to another make a high-pitched noise, which was the only tell or warning. Any random dragon on the street could be a demon, hiding and watching.

All the buildings on the street were illuminated and busy, except for one storefront, which was dark and empty. Yellow tape that read "DO NOT CROSS" lined the door. The dragonets carefully flew over it, avoiding it with their talons, as not to rip it. Frost tried the door, and it opened. The dragonets walked in, and Rainfall felt a feeling of weirdness wash over him. "Did anyone else feel that?" Swiftwind asked, shuddering.

Inside was a clean jewelry store, but the glass containers were smashed open, and whatever that had been displayed was now gone. Behind the counter was a white wall, spattered with blood. A hole had been shot through the wall. "Did someone rob this place with a gun?" Mahogany asked. They had been taught about guns, and even trained with them occasionally. "It looks like it, and that's what's weird." Swiftwind said. "Why is it weird?" Frost asked. "Well, back home, when something like this happened, police would be everywhere. But…" "This place is totally empty." Rainfall finished. Swiftwind nodded. Frost went over to behind the counter and jumped back. "Hey." She said, her voice shaky. "Come check this out."

Behind the counter was a woman with a bullet hole through her body. Only she was covered in a black and green webbing. It was wet and sticky and seemed to be… healing her. Her blood seeped out of the bullet hole, yet she didn't look too hurt.

Mahogany went down and prodded the webbing with his talon. It made a disgusting, wet sound. "Ew." He said, prodding it again. Rainfall looked at the woman's blood spattered on the white wall behind her, and then at her face, which was also bloodied.

Beneath the eyelids, her eyes were beginning to move.

Rainfall pointed at the woman and let out a cry of terror. Mahogany looked at the eyes and darted back up, backing away from the woman. "What… Three…" He sputtered.

The woman's arm twitched, the webbing making the wet noises again, like snakes slithering. "Her body was cold…" Mahogany said softly, terrified. Rainfall panicked and opened his jaw. The venom came out in spurts, covering the webbing, which began to dissolve. It was alive. The woman let out a soft, ghastly cry as the venom began to eat away at her chest. The four dragonets backed up. "What… is this?" Frost asked shakily. The dragonets stared at the horrific scene in front of them as the cry fell silent. When the woman was surely dead, Swiftwind brought out a small glass container and scraped some of the webbing into it. "I'm sure this is what they wanted us to find." She said, disgusted.

. . .

The horrors of whatever that was, soon were blocked out by excitement. We had passed the final test and had found something unnatural on our own. Soon, we would be Travelers.

But it was something that would come to be short lived.

. . .

"Was it wrapping her entire body, or just a certain part?" Jerboa asked. "Entire body." Mahogany said. The four dragonets were standing at attention inside one of the rooms within the Traveler's underground. It was lit with a chandelier, and held a large oak table surrounded by shelves of scrolls and books. Jerboa and some of the other high-ranking Travelers were examining the strange webbing on the table.

"It's definitely… living. It's like tissue." Said a Skywing. "I say it's from Stygal or Vetis." Stygal, Bringer of Death. Vetis, The Life Promiser. Rainfall recalled. They had to study the demons long ago. All ninety of them and what they could do. In case they ever come face to face with one. He and Frost had spent countless hours going over scrolls in the library.

"And you two were the world-jumpers who opened the rift there?" Jerboa asked Rainfall and Frost. Frost nodded. She had taken the dragonets and Coyote back to their old world as a finisher to their test. As far as they knew, they had passed. They had found the anomaly and brought it back here.

"You four are dismissed." Said an Aniwing named Shade. "We will study this substance further." "Did we pass?" Asked Mahogany. "I will speak with Papyrus and Apollo." Said Jerboa. "And then… perhaps." Frost turned to Rainfall with a grin that made Rainfall's heart pound.

A man suddenly opened the door to the room. "Pardon me." He said. "But Abyss and two dragons have come. I think that… well… Abyss will explain." Rainfall looked around the room, shocked. He hadn't seen Abyss since he brought him here. Rainfall had learned that along with a few others, including Butmono, the other demon who had saved Rainfall and Frost, Abyss was a demon who had secretly aligned himself against Lucifer and his council.

The Devil's Council was a group of eight demons who advised the king and oversaw certain things. Lahad, Camael, Befafes, Zablah, Naberius, Och, Ariel, and Jochmus.

Rainfalll looked around the room, waiting for a rift or something to open up, or for the door to open once more, and for Abyss to walk in, but when Rainfall turned his attention back to the table, there he was. He had simply appeared. There was an Icewing and a Sandwing with him.

"Get them out of here." Abyss said, pointing to the dragonets. "What… what happened?" Asked Shade. "Cassriel is trying something new. Something terrible. These two, Horizon and Fjord, are from the Console." "Canonical." Someone said, drawing in a breath. "Hey! What's going on?" Demanded Fjord. "Who are you?"

The dragonets were swiftly escorted out of the room. Rainfall had never seen Jerboa look so… intense before. "Cassriel took dragons from the Canon World?" Swiftwind asked. "That means that those two… have souls."

. . .

Rainfall and Frost met back on the bridge. They had been meeting there ever since they first arrived at Possibility, and it had become their place to go to talk about things. "Tomorrow morning. We end this journey and begin a new one." Frost said. "Yeah." Rainfall agreed, looking up at the sky. A few days prior, Constellation had taken Rainfall into the world he had come from. They had finally tracked it down. Rainfall wasn't quite sure how Constellation had found it, and she wouldn't tell him.

Four days earlier…

"Where would they be?" Rainfall asked. "If they're alive, not in the Rainforest." Constellation said. "They'd be in the fortress. Locked up in Mastermind's caves." She turned and looked at Rainfall. She was normally cool-headed and emotionless, but there was a hint of pity on her face. "Are you sure you want to do this to yourself? Remind yourself of what you left behind? You can't have both worlds. It would be cruel of you to drag your old friends into the world you live in now." Rainfall didn't say anything for a while as the two flew across the desert. "I just want to know if they're alright." He said softly.

As the pair reached the forest, sheets of rain lashed at the canopy above them. Constellation led Rainfall to a cave. "Turn invisible." She said. "And make sure you don't bump into any guards. Stick with me." Constellation lit a torch under the roof of the cavern, not letting it get wet. Rainfall looked at the damp cave around him as the pair walked through a tunnel. A familiar feeling washed over Rainfall. "Hey… this is like… I've been in one of these before." "Stonemover made two." Constellation said. "Can't say I agree with most Nightwing kingdoms I've come across. The one that leads to the desert is for Blister's forces to march into the forest."

When daylight began to shine at the end of the tunnel, Rainfall turned invisible and shrank close behind Constellation. She passed two Nightwing guards at the end of the tunnel, who gave her a nod. Rainfall looked up at the scary Nightwing guard, who didn't notice him at all. But beyond the guard was the volcano. Rainfall had heard of them from other Travelers, but he never realized just how awful they looked. Thick smog blocked out any sun that would've been seen through the rain clouds. The smoke was heavy at the top of the mountain, which had long, lazy tendrils of lava seeping out of it and making their way down to the water at the base of the island. Nightwings were everywhere, soldiers posted at key positions, making sure nothing got in. Or out.

"Make no noise. Do not alert anybody to your position. Let me do any talking." Constellation whispered. "Stay close behind me." Rainfall nodded out of habit, knowing she couldn't see him. They entered the tunnels that made up the fortress. Rainfall examined the dark volcanic rock that made up the tunnels, but still kept up with Constellation. "Excuse me, which way to Mastermind's lab?" She asked a passing Nightwing, putting on a voice Rainfall had never heard the commonly deadpan dragon use.

After getting directions, Constellation smiled a rare smile. "These Nightwings think they've got it all figured out. They think they control Pyrrhia. The stuff I've seen outside this continent makes this place look like a measly gang of criminals." Rainfall knew what she was talking about. The amount of control places like Anibia had. The amount of military power and soldiers they had made the Nightwings look silly taking themselves seriously.

Constellation slowly opened a door that read "LAB." She poked her head in. "Mastermind?" She called. There was silence. "I think it's empty." She said and opened the door all the way. Inside was a large clean room with three levels. A level below, and a level above, the two higher levels with balconies overlooking the rest of the lab. "Up here." Constellation said, flying to the level above the floor they were on. Rainfall followed her as she picked up a strange spear and began looking into rooms. "This is awful." Rainfall said as he peered into one of the chambers, seeing a Rainwing bound up and crying on the rock floor. He had always heard about what Nightwings did, but he had never seen it himself. "You get used to it." Constellation said. She peered into another chamber. "You said Chameleon was permanently light-green?" She asked. "Yeah." Rainfall replied. "Well I think I found him."

Constellation stepped aside and swung open the door to the room and handed Rainfall the spear. "Use this to free his mouth." Rainfall steeled himself and began walking inside. He hadn't seen his friend in a long time and had been worrying that he was dead. "I'm not accompanying you inside." The Nightwing said behind him. "This is your journey."

Rainfall timidly stepped inside the room. On the ground lay a skinny, light green Rainwing. He was shivering. He looked incredibly unhealthy. He was bound by metallic bonds on his wings and claws that blocked him from escaping. Rainfall couldn't stop himself from tearing up. "…Chameleon." He squeaked. The dragon stopped, and shakily stood up. He seemed like he was struggling. When he saw Rainfall standing in front of him, shock rippled through his eyes, and then anger. He was painfully frail. His color was worse than normal. His eyes were shaky and bloodshot.

Rainfall used the spear to free his old friend's mouth gag. The metal clattered to the floor. "You…" Chameleon said. His voice was raspy, as if he hadn't used it in years. "You're alive." "Same goes for you." Rainfall said, smiling. He could feel the colors of happiness run through his scales. Chameleon was alive.

"How…" Chameleon asked. "Or is this a mirage? Am I seeing visions of hate as I die? I must be…" "Hate…?" Rainfall asked, surprised. He thought his friend would be happy to see him. "You're dead… My mind is finally going…" Chameleon whispered.

"Do you know what happened to us as a result of your push for answers?" Chameleon asked, trembling. "Marvelous was killed. Those Nightwings ripped her open right there. Red rain, pouring on the leaves. I was taken here. They experimented on me. My venom. But my scales… I am unfit for this place… They decided that I was worth less than the other Rainwings…"

Rainfall stared at his friend. Chameleon coughed a raspy cough, and a slight shake from the volcano seemed to amplify their power. "They feed me less… They care for me less… At first, I was happy to be ignored by them, but they're just waiting for me to die… There are better specimens… The smoke is killing me… the food is poisoning me… I am starving… then I will die too… Just like Marvelous and Rainfall…"

"We can save you. I am not dead." Rainfall said. "I'm here with a Nightwing named Constellation, we can save you." Marvelous is gone, but I can still save Chameleon.

"And why… would I want… to go… with you…?" Chameleon croaked. "It's all your fault to begin with… You wouldn't drop your hunger to know the secrets… and it killed… us all…" Chameleon looked up at Rainfall with nothing but hate in his eyes. "I hate you."

Rainfall stepped backward, the tears dawning in the corners of his eyes turning from happy to despair and anger. "I have waited… two years for this moment… even if it's all a hallucination. I want to see you get what's coming to you!" Chameleon screamed, his voice sounding like that of a banshee, and opened his mouth to spit venom at Rainfall. Rainfall let out a yell of his own as he spread out his wings in fear. Constellation charged in without hesitation, ramming into Chameleon with one of the Nightwing spears, catching his wing with it. Chameleon yelled as the spear ripped through his wing and Constellation threw him across the chamber. The spear lodged itself between the membrane and the muscle of the wing. "We need to go." Constellation said urgently. "All the yelling and screaming has definitely alerted Nightwings."

Rainfall turned and looked at his friend, who was letting out a whimpering sound as he pulled the spear out. "Don't help him. He's not your friend anymore. This place has changed him." Constellation warned. "But… he is my friend." Rainfall said innocently.

"Do you really think that matters? Do you really think the world cares about who is and who isn't your friend? He's too far gone. This isn't some story where the power of friendship can save you. Be realistic Rainfall." Constellation said grimly. "The world is cruel. It's a fact of life. Leave him. We need to go." "But it's not always bad… sometimes the world is good!" Rainfall argued, still staring at the writhing body of Chameleon as blood began to leak from the wound as the spear slowly came out. "We need to go. Look at what's in front of you and decide if this world is really good all the time." Constellation said.

Rainfall looked at the dragon in front of him, who was growling menacingly, the same fire burning in his eyes. Chameleon was gone. He was dead, just like Marvelous, and this was a vengeful ghost. "I'll kill you… It's all your fault…" Chameleon hissed. The blood loss was making him even weaker. He was going to die.

The noise of voices suddenly snapped Rainfall back to his current time. Nightwings were coming. He heard Constellation begin to try and stall them outside in the lab. "This Rainwing attacked me. I stabbed him with the spear…" Rainfall closed his eyes. "I'm sorry Chameleon." He turned invisible and left the chamber as Chameleon continued to whimper behind him.

Present day.

"Once we become Travelers… we're leaving, right?" Frost asked Rainfall. "Go out and live together?" Rainfall turned to her. They had devised a plan to leave the Traveler fortress and live together in another world. They both had the Kiss of the Void. They were going to leave the Rainforest, the cities of the Ice Kingdom. They were going to leave Pyrrhia and its history behind. They were going to live in a world of future technology, together. They would still come back and help the Travelers with their project to stop Lucifer's plans to end everything, but beyond that… they would be free together. The world would be theirs to explore, and they were going to do it together. Nothing could stop them or tell them "no."

Frost never had gotten any confirmation whether her cousin was still alive or not. She was still rather upset about not being able to see Blizzard again. Rainfall had had his own reckoning with the life he left behind. He had already closed one chapter of his life. He was sad to see it go, but he knew that the next chapter promised something far greater.

"Do you think we'll ever have dragonets?" Frost asked. The bluntness of the question startled Rainfall, who slightly stumbled back. Frost laughed. "I knew you'd have that reaction!" She teased. "I wasn't serious. I don't think we could ever have dragonets with the whole… Traveler thing." "Well… they would have a weird life, that's for sure." Rainfall said, calming down a bit.

A Mudwing passing by suddenly tapped Frost on the shoulder. "I think those two dragonets are calling for you." Rainfall and Frost looked up to see Swiftwind and Mahogany standing beneath a palm tree, a bit hard to see in the afternoon light. Swiftwind looked concerned and Mahogany looked very anxious. "Uh oh." Rainfall said.

The four friends flew on top of a nearby building so that nobody could hear them. "What's going on?" Frost asked. "Mahogany has something he needs to tell you two." Swiftwind said, a kind of scared look in her eyes. Mahogany's eyes looked sunken. "I don't know if we're on the right side anymore." He said honestly. "Jerboa and the other heads of the Travelers might have an agenda where the ends justify the means, and the means aren't very good."

"You see, on the first day with Papyrus and Apollo, remember when Jerboa wanted to have a private meeting with me?" Mahogany said, and Rainfall recalled the first time he and Frost ever sat on the bridge. "Well, she informed me that she didn't come find me for no reason at all, and that I was very important to the Travelers. She told me not to tell anybody, so I never did." Mahogany drew in a shaky breath. "She called me a 'weapon that will strike the Demons down.' She promised to tell me what that meant when the time came. For two years I didn't know what that meant. But just now, I asked Abyss as he was leaving. He decided to tell me what it meant."

Mahogany looked up at the sky and then all around. Rainfall wondered what he was doing but quickly realized he was checking to make sure nobody was watching them. "I had begun to wonder… when Fjord and Horizon showed up… but Abyss confirmed it. The Nightwing that attacked my sibs had a soul. And I killed him, meaning that soul is now within me. Jerboa only took me out of my world because she wanted the soul."

The weight of this sank into the hearts of Rainfall and Frost like a rock in a muddy puddle. "And I'm just one dragonet! Think about all the different dragons and people they could have done this to!" "And that's not all." Swiftwind said. "I once talked with another Traveler that came from beyond Pyrrhia, and he said he believed the Travelers have plans to terrorize the other nations if needed. We weren't sure, but apparently, earlier today while we were investigating that other world, an explosion rocked the capital of Atesi, Yeni Akhad." "How are you so sure that was the Travelers?" Rainfall challenged.

"Yeni Akhad just elected a president to office that had very pro-war views. He said he would spearhead a new discussion to invade Pyrrhia to the League of Unity." The League of Unity was the international group of allies that formed after the last great war. "Now, nobody except you Pyrrhians would be opposed to this, and the Travelers are the only dragons in Pyrrhia I am aware of that know the existence of the truth." Swiftwind said.

"Three moons… are we fighting for the wrong side?" Frost asked. Rainfall's mind was racing. Did the Travelers really do bad things in the name of good? Did they have terror threats planned for the outside world? Just what was the plan to stop Lucifer?

Sorry for such a long wait. I got busy over the holidays.