A thank you to all reviewers! I'll try to improve.

This next chapter is written from Skyleth's POV. Therefore, a bit of thinking on Skyleth's part, though not much.

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Chapter 2:

Skyleth sat in his godly home in the realms of the gods. He was gazing into a large bowl of water in front of him. A clear image showed.

Skyleth could see the moon from the corner of the image. A tiny figure that was Daine stood on the extreme right of the image. Kris was sitting cross-legged on the deck of a ship, on her way back to Tortall with her friends. By the next morning, they would reach Tortall.

She is beautiful, my Kris. Skyleth thought dreamily. Skyleth banished the thought instantly. "She is not 'your Kris'," the god thought to himself. Yet he could not deny that he was in love with Kris. Skyleth was not sure of Kris's own feelings for him, and was not ready to find out.

Skyleth felt the need to constantly keep watch on her, but he knew it was improper for a god to show so much concern for a mortal, even if that mortal was his chosen. But Skyleth wanted to be near Kris at all times, to keep her safe.

Slowly, a crazy idea formed in his head.

"Brother, brother Roland." He called.

There was a sigh behind him, and Skyleth turned to find his god brother Roland behind him. Roland was the God of Weather over Tortall.

"What is it this time, my dear brother?" Roland said in a deep annoyed voice.

"I need your help with something." Skyleth leaned forward.

Roland listened to his words in silence, then sighed again. "Is it worth it, to do so much for a mortal? Don't bother answering, I shall do it."

Skyleth nodded his thanks, and Roland vanished.

Taking a deep breath, Skyleth changed into a peregrine falcon. Tilting his head slightly in concentration, Skyleth took hold of his blinding silver aura that gleamed around him. He pulled it into himself, securing it there, so that no one would be able to detect any trace of his godly origins, so that he looked like any normal falcon. Then he altered his right wing slightly.

Rustling his wings, he vanished, only to reappear in the night sky above the ship Kris was on.

He extended his wings and hovered.

Roland's deep voice, only heard by him, rang in his head, "Get ready."

An eye-blink later, ominous thunderclouds hid the moon from view. Rain splattered down in droves, weighting down his wings. A sudden furious gust of wind attacked him. Frantically, Skyleth worked his wings, trying to ride this wind. But this unnatural gust twisted and shoved at him. He struggled in vain. Far below, he saw the crew of the ship struggle to stop this freak wind from blowing it in the wrong direction. Finally losing his balance, Skyleth plummeted onto the deck of the ship.

Just as fast as it had occurred, the storm faded away, leaving the moon shining again. The only trace of the storm was the glistening wet deck of the ship.

He winced as he landed on his right wing, and felt the crunch of bones as they broke. Skyleth felt no pain, being a god, but he had to struggle with his power so that his broken bones would not heal instinctively. Skyleth lay there dazedly, and felt a pair of strong warm hands pick him up.

"Poor, poor thing," he heard Kris croon. Skyleth twisted in her hands, trying to act like an injured animal, his heart thumping when he heard her voice.

"I had better bring you to Daine. She can heal you in a second." Kris murmured, and started walking.

Footsteps sounded loudly around him. Skyleth was laid on another pair of hands.

Another hand rested on his neck, and Skyleth felt wild magic pouring into him. The magic reached into the bones of his wing, and Skyleth hurriedly used a touch of his own magic to mend his wing, for he knew wild magic did not work on gods and he wanted to pull this off successfully.

"He should be all right. Are you all right?" Daine said to him. Skyleth got up, and gazed up at her. She was huge. Another huge figure stood beside her, and Skyleth recognized Kris.

I am fine. Thank you for healing me. Skyleth thought uncertainly. Animal speech was very strange. (a/n talking to animals using wild magic or animals replying will be typed in italics)

"I'm glad you're all right. What is your name?" Daine said gently, speaking aloud for Kris's convenience.

You may call me Windclaw.

"Of course, Windclaw."

Kris offered her arm hesitantly, and Skyleth flapped his wings and flew unsteadily to her.

He saw Daine frown. "He should have been healed fully. He shouldn't be unsteady."

Daine's wild magic flowed through Skyleth again, probing his right wing. "No wonder. Windclaw, did you injure your right wing before this?"

Yes. A stormwing attacked me last week, and my wing broke. It has healed, though. Skyleth, having thought up a story beforehand, spoke with no trace of hesitation.

"Not completely. Your wing broke in the same place as last time, and the muscles around the break are stretched and sore. I can't do anything about that. You won't be able to fly long distances for some time, I'm afraid. Where were you headed when that freak storm happened?" Daine asked

The place you humans call Tortall.

Daine translated for Kris.

"Then you're at the right place! We're headed towards Tortall, too." Kris said, petting him.

"If you don't mind, you could stay with us until we reach Tortall. Not with me, though. I have enough animals with me." Daine said wryly.

Then I will stay with you. Skyleth turned to face Kris.

"You would? I'm honored!"Kris replied after Daine translated, sounding pleased.

Skyleth settled onto Kris's shoulder with a sense of pride as she returned to her cabin. His plan had worked. He would be able to stay with Kris.

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Kinda short, I know. A few more familiar characters will be in the next chapter, which will be up maybe tomorrow. Review? Thanks!