Chapter 50: Family Reunion
45 minutes later, Minerva put the book down and went back to the kitchen to fix vegetables and rice. She put the rice in the pot and filled it with water before she put it on the stove. Then she took out a bag of mixed vegetables from the freezer and took it outside for Drake to defrost. He did his exhale heat trick and the woman took the veggie bag back inside and opened it to pour into another pot. She placed the second pot on the stove and allowed it to cook. Minerva stayed in the kitchen to keep an eye on the dinner and make sure that they weren't overcooked. She would stir the rice and vegetables every now and then to keep them from sticking to the bottom. Soon, the woman checked on the chicken, using a fork to take a little piece of the chicken off, to see if it was cooked. After tasting it, she deemed that dinner was ready. She turned off the oven and the stove and let the chicken cool a bit as she drained the water from the pot into the sink. Ronan walked into the kitchen and asked, "Something smells good, what are you making?"
Minerva turned to him and answered, "Roast chicken, mixed veggies and rice." She took out the plates and utensils before telling him, "Help yourself if you're ready."
Ronan grinned and sat down. "You know, if you hadn't been so kind as to let me live here, Drake and I would be roaming the wilds more than likely," he said with a guess.
The woman smiled back and said, "Well I can't go homeless forever now, can I? I think you deserved it after all that running around and doing hero stuff." She was glad that her kindness and generosity has paid off for both him and her. For Ronan and Drake, they would have a comfortable place to settle down after their revenge. They would have easier access to food, a nice clean bath, better shelter from all kinds of terrible weathers and parasites, and someone to take care of them. In return, Minerva had gotten a second job of being the swordsman's assistant in his fighting school. If his business went well, she would have more money to pay the bills and save for emergency.
Ronan smiled at her as he helped himself to the food. He sat at the table to eat. "Listen, I've been wondering about this school thing. I don't want to back off from it. I think it would be a good use of my time. I was wondering if, since we will be spending a lot of time together, if you would want to learn. I figure if you learned how to protect yourself the way I know how to, you could walk the streets without having to worry if someone might try to rob you. I can't always be around to protect you. What do you think?"
Minerva understood the rigorous training she was going to be put through to be a tough fighter. She commented, "Wow that sounds like hard work. But there's no doubt I'll get there eventually." If she were to get trained, she wondered what hers would be like, considering it seems to be different depending on the person involved. Last time she checked her height and weight, she was 5'3" tall and weighed 121 pounds, though she might have changed since then. She would have to check with her physician on what her physique was now.
The man smiled, "Yes, it is hard work and it will take a long time to gain. However, with the advantage of us living together, I can ensure your training is very consistent. Your job in the training is simple, learn and avoid injuries. Most likely you may get a few; it's not uncommon, but it is preventable if you are careful."
Minerva gave a brief nod and replied, "Okay, I understand. I'll do my best not to get hurt." She wondered how rough Ronan's method of training would be. Would they be sparring? That could be one of the many ways to get hurt.
"The easiest, but also risky, method is a lot of sparring. Sparring helps you learn what works in a fight, and when you're really good, you can use just about any technique. Sparring also can lead to a lot of bruises but that's normal. The kind of injuries you want to avoid are pulled muscles, and broken bones and of course anything that could land you in the hospital. Don't worry though, I'll be careful with your training and make sure you don't try something you can't handle."
That was exactly what she expected about sparring; the accidents that could happen when partaking in them. But the part about being put in the hospital one was not what she thought about sparring. Despite knowing that there were accidents in sparring, Minerva never thought that they could get that dangerous sometimes to the point of injuring people. She always thought that sparring partners held some of their own strength back to avoid these kinds of things. "Gee, thanks!" the woman replied. "I'm glad you'll keep me from getting hurt too badly." Ronan appeared to have paused in the conversation. Minerva watched him silently as the man appeared to be in his own thoughts. Perhaps he was thinking about what to say next? "Ronan?" she asked.
Ronan looked back at her and said, "Yeah well, it's usually better for newbies to start off easy. Once you get used to it, then you can handle the harder stuff and overcome them to be a better fighter."
"Okay, I understand," said Minerva. Then she glanced to the food and said, "Well anyway, I'm going to eat now. We can probably start this training stuff later or tomorrow."
The man nodded to her, "Of course. We can begin whenever you wish." The woman picked up a paper plate out of the stack it was on in the plastic bag container. Then she took out the fork and dinner knife to go with it. She cut off a chicken leg and put it on the plate along with some vegetables and rice. Once her plate was fixed, she went to the table and sat down to eat. Ronan followed after by fixing his own plate before he sat across from her at the table. He closed his eyes and said quietly to himself, what would appear to be, a prayer of some kind. Minerva wouldn't be able to hear it, but it would seem strange that a warrior would have some kind of spirituality to him like this, but she wasn't going to judge him on it. It was his religion, whatever he had, and she must respect it. Though she wondered what kinds of gods he believed in. The woman continued to eat her food as she awaited the time to ask him about it. When Ronan finished his prayer, he began to eat. He looked like he was enjoying each bite. "Delicious. You have a talent for cooking," he complemented Minerva on her work. He didn't appear to rush with his food; he was taking his time to really enjoy it.
"Why thank you," Minerva replied happily. Seeing him enjoy her cooking, she decided that she would cook for him every day since he loves her food so much. Since his prayer was over, the woman decided it was now time to bring up the topic she was interested in. She asked, "So Ronan, about that prayer of yours. What is your religion?"
Ronan looked up when she asked about religion. Luckily, he had already finished his previous bite, so he smiled. "Actually I don't really have any specific religion. You see, my master believed that our world was created from a single entity. Some believe that our world, our universe was created by accident or by random chance, which quite frankly doesn't make sense to me because that implies that our lives have no meaning or purpose. So for my master and for myself, to believe that something or someone, an entity of some kind, created everything, that leads us to believe that we have a purpose and that life has a meaning. So he prayed day and night, giving thanks for life, the fruits that it gives, and the lessons we learn from our failures and hardships. To honor my master's memory and also out of my own decision, I chose to follow his belief. Even dragons have their beliefs, you just have to ask them what it is," he explained. It would seem almost like he idolized his master, but it would be very clear that he had a great love and respect for his teacher.
Minerva nodded in fascination and said, "Ah, interesting! I, too, believe in a god of some sort. Well three of them to be exact. Though only one of them created the whole universe and that is the god, Skapa. He's a gentle and caring god who loves all his creations dearly. He's the most favorite god in this region for that reason. I even go to church to worship him every Sunday." She took another bite of her food and swallowed it.
The Firestar sisters had ran down the roads needed to get out of Shadow Wind. They eventually found the huge hole that Lucian had mentioned; the hole that would take them outside to the ocean. Danielle pointed out, "Wook, Kywie! It's da hole. We gotta go in."
Kylie said, "Yeah, we do." Now that they were much closer to their freedom, the sisters ran to the hole and dropped down there into the rushing water below. The moment they were below the surface, the moment they felt their eyes being stung coldly by the water and the powerful momentum of the water's high pressure pushing and carrying them down the river. They even breathed in a bit of water that felt weird on their nostrils. Up until now, the hatchlings had no idea that a rushing water could feel like this and it was terrifying to say the least. They rose up to the surface and they began to scream in fear as they splashed their arms and forelegs frantically. "Help us!" shouted Kylie.
"Help!" screamed Danielle. Their cries of help seemed to have gone unheard as they were carried off through the rapid river. Just as the tunnel started to narrow, their pendants activated and the sisters were covered in blue armor that protected them during this rough water ride. Though they were armored, the hatchlings were still scared. They hoped that this scary water would just hurry up and take them to the ocean, where it would be over.
For the few hours, the group remained in the cave. Axle remained motionless as his breathing was normal until it started to pick up in pace, almost like he was having a nightmare. He jolted up from his sleep rather quite fast, landing his head into his own hands. Atlas felt his sudden movements and she and the other dragons looked to him. Ohimia said, "Look, Axle's awake!"
The magi noticed the man panting like he just had a nightmare. His white hair covered the top half of his face. She asked him out of concern, "You alright, Axle?" The sound of a foreign language was heard coming from Axle as his hair started to go back to its black tint like water flowing down a stream.
"Whoa!" said Ohimia, who was amazed at this spell.
The "man" got up off the ground and put his left hand down to his side. He stared at his right hand and asked, "Atlas can you take me to see Juna? I have some matter to discuss with her."
Atlas replied, "Sure thing, but we're all going together. I'm going to introduce our new friends to Aeolus." Then she pictured the disaster dragon in her mind and teleported the whole group to where he was at.
After a little while, the sewer river swept Danielle and Kylie towards the end of the tunnel. By now, their armors have been completely shredded just like Lucian said would happen. The river took them out of the pipe and they fell down the waterfall to the ocean, screaming in terror. The fall itself was just as scary as the rushing water. Pretty soon, they splashed down into the ocean, where they sank below the surface for a bit before rising back up. But now they have swallowed in more water and the sisters were started to choke from it. They were beginning to drown as they splashed frantically, trying to stay above the surface for their own lives. They both cried out telepathically to the one dragoness who can save them, 'Aunt Atlas, help!'
Atlas and the others warped over to Aeolus's location. To the magi's surprise, she saw that they were back at the lake and that there were a lot less dragons around him this time. The magma magi here must have teleported them here for whatever reason his leader had.
Before the dragoness could say something, Aeolus spoke first, "Welcome back, Atlas. How did your trip to Trident Mountain fare? And who are these two with you?" The horde leader held back his distaste for the halfling under his calm exterior. He also saw Axle quickly depart from the group to go out into the woods, most likely to look for his siblings who were training there right now.
Atlas introduced her friends to each other. To Aeolus she said, "Aeolus, meet Ohimia and Garin. We met them when we first got back to Rudvich." Glancing to the lumina, she continued, "Ohimia is training to become strong enough to defend herself." Then she looked to the halfling, "And Garin here is helping her out." She turned her attention back to Aeolus and said, "They both wanted to come with us to help us to fight the bad guys."
"Is that so?" asked the horde leader, eyeing the new friends with her. "Two strangers who only knew you for two days and they already want to go into war with Dracul and Arch. How peculiar..." He wondered what motive they had for wanting to join a war that had nothing to do with them.
Atlas wanted him to know that sometimes people helped others just from the goodness of their heart with nothing they wanted in return. She told him, "Hey, I decided to help Axle on the same day I met him."
"Which resulted in your nieces being kidnapped," Aeolus reminded her of the foolishness she pulled. The magi's tongue had been grabbed by the cat that she couldn't say anything back to her friend's statement. It was after all, her fault for getting Danielle and Kylie into trouble like that. But she didn't regret helping Axle though, because she believed that wicked people must never be allowed to get away with anything. Aeolus turned his attention back to the new friends and asked, "Garin and Ohimia, correct? What brings you to help Atlas and Axle against our enemies?"
Ohimia answered a bit nervously, "Well...uh...we just wanted some friends to hang out with. Is that a good enough answer?" If she was embarrassed about sounding like a simple-minded fool, then Aeolus agreed that she did just that.
The horde leader reprimanded, "More like a foolish reason to get involved. I don't know if you thought that Axle's quest was going to be easy, but you should have thought about the consequences of what you might lose from this. Either one of you could very well be in the same situation as Atlas's nieces and be used as a hostage against the other, or worse." The emphasis on the last word made the lumina shifted her front feet anxiously like she was imagining her doom. Aeolus continued, "Our enemies aren't your average foes; a few we know have powers much more stronger than anything you've seen before. That is how dangerous they really are."
Garin stood up for himself and his friend as he told the horde leader, "Hey, I'll have you know that we just fought this Spinx guy and came out okay."
Just then, Atlas's tracking spell started to alert her about her nieces being in danger of drowning. She immediately heard Danielle and Kylie calling out to her telepathically for help. The magi was in shock for fear of the hatchlings' safety that she cried out, "No!"
The other dragons all turned their attention to her as Ohimia asked, "Atlas, what's wrong?" Without taking any time to answer the question, Atlas teleported herself over to the ocean where the hatchlings were to rescue them before it was too late.
Danielle and Kylie continued to choke on the seawater and splash around frantically. Just as the sisters started to sink, their aunt warped in at the nick of time and saw what was happening to them. Atlas shouted frantically, "Danielle, Kylie! Hold on!" She put one of her claws below the surface and sent an ice stream spell down into the water below her nieces and it formed itself into an ice flow. The flat plate of ice rose up and carried the sisters back up to the surface. Once Atlas could see them clearly, she noticed to her worry that they weren't moving at all. They appeared to be unconscious, or at least that's what she thought hopefully. The hatchlings must have breathed in too much water and it was in the process of killing them if it wasn't removed from the lungs fast. The magi didn't bother to try CPR right now as the slippery ice could cause them to fall back into the water; she needed dry land for that. Atlas teleported everybody back to the lake.
Once Atlas returned, she changed into her human form and began to breathe into nieces' mouths to try and get them to breathe on their own again. Aeolus and the other dragons could easily tell that something was wrong here, thinking that the hatchlings' lives must be in danger. Ohimia asked her worriedly, "Atlas, are they your nieces? What happened to them?"
"Drowned," the woman simply answered. "I need to save them." She didn't want to go in any details as she was in a hurry to revive them fast.
Hewey knew from yesterday that Atlas learned to respire an unconscious victim, but she probably didn't know what to do for someone who drowned. Just in case, he asked her, "Did you try to push up and down on the chests to make them spit out all the water first?" Atlas stopped respiring her nieces when she learned that she made the wrong move first. She could have kept doing the same thing over and over again and the sisters still would have died. So she began to correct her mistake by doing exactly what the healer dragon said. She gave Kylie some chest compressions as water started to spray itself out of the balloon's mouth. Bam joined in to help Danielle by pressing with his talon on her chest. Then Hewey told her, "Okay, now stop for a few seconds and let the chest rise." Both the woman and the navy blue stopped for a bit before she resumed the chest compressions. Then a fortunate thing happened; the sisters woke up coughing out the rest of the water and started to move with their limbs twitching.
Atlas and Bam both smiled happily, with the woman being the more joyful of the two, as the sisters came back revived. The aunt cried, "Danielle, Kylie, you're both alive!"
As Kylie was still spitting out water, Danielle looked at the woman and recognized her scent. She asked, "Aunt Atwas, is dat you?"
"Yep!" said Atlas, smiling. "Right back from the mountains."
The sisters were just as happy as their aunt as they found themselves in the presence of their most trusted caretaker. "Aunt Atwas!" they both beamed as they ran up to hug and lick their aunt, who in turn stroked them with her hands.
The family's precious moment was interrupted by Mekarth, who ended up bursting out of the forest in a mad dash. He slid when he tried to stop from colliding with Aeolus and Atlas. He was already breathing hard as he tried to speak. "Come...Quickly...They...Are...Going...To...Kill...Each...Other..." he said with each gasp. From the sound of his voice, he was in pure shock, but also at the verge of passing out.
Bam asked in confusion, "Kill each other? Who's going to kill each other?"
Ohimia looked around as she asked, "And where's Axle?"
Aeolus, having seen Axle leaving earlier, knew exactly who the black dragon was referring to. He answered, "Wherever Mekarth saw them. We must go and find them before it's too late. Someone teleport us to Axle and Juna now!" It was urgent that they put an end to their murderous fight now or else the horde will lose one of the experts in Shadow Wind to train them.
Quickly before Kekul would teleport them, Atlas told her nieces, "You two stay here with Ohimia. I'll be back." She didn't want them to witness another traumatic bloody event like they did with the death of their parents. It wasn't good for their mental and fragile minds to see such things.
The sisters wanted to go as they protested, "But Aunt Atwas-"
The woman denied their request sternly as she said, "No, you're staying here and that's it!" Turning her head to the lumina, she told her, "Watch over them for me."
Ohimia nodded, holding herself to the duty of babysitting the hatchlings. She replied, "I will." Then at the next instant, Kekul teleported everyone, except the four who stayed behind, including Mekarth who seems too exhausted to help with the situation.
At the part of the forest they warped to, the dragons were shocked to find a badly injured Juna lying on the ground. Though the scent of her brother was present, he was nowhere to be found in sight. He must have left shortly after he attacked his sister. Bam shouted, "Oh my gosh!" To him, it was like they just stumbled upon a murder scene.
Aeolus ordered his healer, "Hewey, heal Juna now." But when he looked for the healer, the only dragons he could see here were Bam, Kekul and Jarilo. The others had gone missing for some reason. Surprised, he said, "What?!"
The other dragons took notice of this situation as well. Kekul realized that as he had been thinking about both Axle and Juna, whom he was teleporting the horde to, the group had been split into two halves. One half, which he was in, has been warped over to Juna. This means the other half was sent to Axle.
Juna gasped a bit before she rolled on her side to pull the dagger that was implanted in her chest out. She grabbed a hold of the hilt of the blade, gritting her teeth from the pain in her shoulder and began to pull it out. She did it fairly quickly but coughed up a massive amount of blood on the ground. She cried a bit when she looked that the dagger in her hand, as she started to slip into her permanent slumber. Bam gasped as he witnessed the halfling seemingly die in front of him. "No!" he cried out in dismay. Juna may not have liked the horde, but she didn't deserve to die.
"Tch," Aeolus clicked his teeth, feeling defeated that they didn't get to save her life. If only Kekul hadn't messed up the teleportation spell, then Hewey would have been there to heal her on time. But the full blame didn't go to the magi as the horde leader saw Juna as foolish for having pulled out the dagger that would have stopped her massive blood loss if she had kept it in her wound until help arrived. Well at least the horde will still have Mekarth, Axle and maybe Akil to train them to adapt to Shadow Wind's territory. Though Aeolus felt that Juna would have been the best teacher out of the four, due to the replica training ground being her idea.
Akil shortly come out of nowhere near the group and looked a bit before seeing Juna. The dragoness ran right toward the halfling and said something to Juna. To everyone's surprise the halfling awoken, miraculously still alive, but very weak. Juna said something quickly to Akil, and the messenger general appeared about to question it, but Juna interpret her by having authority in her voice. Akil stepped back a bit before she bowed and turn and ran off through the trees.
Aeolus telepathically asked Hewey, 'Hewey, are you with Atlas?'
Upon teleporting over to where Axle was at in the woods, Atlas asked in appall, "Axle, what the hell is going on? Why are you and Juna trying to tear each other apart?"
The now white-haired man stopped and turned to face her. He said, "Atlas, what is happening between Juna and me does not concern you or the horde. It would be best if you turn a blind eye to it and just ignore it."
"But she's your sister," Atlas told him. "Mekarth said that the fights between you and her were always just spars to see if you two can protect yourselves. But killing each other doesn't sound like a friendly competition. What happened, Axle? Did she try to hurt you? I won't let your sister lay a claw on you if she did."
Axle looks at her for a second, before he replied back, "Atlas, it more than just a fight; it went pass that already, way pass that. Ties have been severed for good, and I do not regret my decision with Juna." He said as he looked at his hand, "My natural life was taken from me a long time ago, before I was hatched and I never know." He clinched his hands into a fist and looked back at the woman. Atlas was puzzled by all he just said. She wondered what sort of drama had happened between him and his sister that caused them to distance themselves with one another. "I must go. I have a place to be, and it will take me several days to get there from here," the man said as he turned and started to walk away from the others.
Remembering all these times Axle got hurt whenever he was alone, Atlas worried that another attack on him might happen on his journey. In order to prevent that from happening again, she had to be at his side. She told him, "Wait, Axle. Let me come with you."
Garin interjected, "Me too. I mean we're all friends here, right?"
Axle stopped and said, "No, guys. I will not allow you to travel with me this time. This is something I must do on my own and find my own answer." He turned into his dragon form and started to take off from the ground before a greenish-orange dragoness came bursting from the brush at a fast pace. She caught Axle by surprise when she bit down on his tail and slammed him back onto the ground.
"Axle!" Atlas cried out frantically as everyone else looked in surprise by how fast and immediately he got attacked just as he was about to leave.
The mysterious dragoness let go of the white's tail and looked extremely pissed off as well as she yelled, "Just what the hell do you think you are doing?!"
"Stay out of this, Akil," Axle snarled back when he started to regain his bearings, but as soon as he got up Akil tackled him back down.
Akil snapped at him, "Stay out? Do I look like a dragon who stand idly by and watch two family members kill each other? No, I don't because I was not trained nor taught that way of life. I was always taught family was important, even if they are not blood-related."
Axle pushed up against her pressure and threw her off him, and then he quickly returned the favor by pinning Akil down to the ground now. "Not when your whole life was built off lies."
Atlas now realized what this fight was about as she thought in surprise, 'Wait, did I just hear that Juna and Mekarth aren't related to him?' No wonder he said his life was a lie, because these two dragons lied to him about being his siblings. But why keep that a secret from Axle all these years? Couldn't they just tell him from the start that he was adopted? What did they have to gain from this?
Akil growled a bit, twisted her body and pushed Axle away. She got to her feet as she asked, "If that was true, I would not be here today now, would I?"
As this was all going on, Hewey heard his leader speaking to him through telepathy, asking him if Atlas was with him. The healer responded, 'She is.'
'Good,' Aeolus said. 'Have her warp you over to Juna so that you can heal her.'
'Yes sir,' Hewey replied. He looked to the magi and asked, "Atlas, can you warp me over to Juna? I have to heal her." Without saying a word, Atlas teleported Hewey over to the silver's side.
Axle stood calmly in his place, while Akil got into a combat stance. The green-orange dragoness was the first to pounce. Axle went down on his back and used all fours to toss Akil into the air. She took to the air and Axle rolled onto all fours and looked up at her. He bent his legs and jumped into the air. With one powerful thrust from his wing, which sent a powerful gust all around him, he also took to the air. The group shut their eyes briefly to keep out whatever dust may touch their eyes. They opened back their eyes to watch the fight in the air. Garin spoke up, "Hey Atlas, doesn't this dragon look like your daughter that Violet talked about?" Atlas started to observe Akil's appearance. She remembered what the halfling said about Violet describing her daughter: the exact scale colors she just saw and the heterochromia of red and blue eyes. Akil had matched that description; could she be her long-lost daughter?
Axle and Akil flew straight at each other, passing each other by the tips of their wings, but the second time that flew at each other, they collided and spiraled down towards the ground, before they broke apart as blood fell from the air as Axle passed over the group. Atlas gaped in shock as she realized that they were both going to kill each other. She couldn't lose either of them now, not her friend nor the daughter she just found and didn't get to know yet. This fight needed to break up right now before the worst happens. The woman shouted at them, "Stop, both of you!"
Axle and Akil did not seem to hear her as they still collided three more times. Soon it was evident who was taking all the injuries in this fight. Axle's wings became ripped more and more as blood kept on dripping from his legs. He had a few gashes on his shoulder and one down his underbelly, but he still was keeping airborne. Akil, on the other hand, was without a single cut. This whole time it seems Axle was unable to bring himself to injure Akil. Upon seeing how badly wounded Axle became, Garin and the spring dragon bellowed in awe, "Whoaaa!"
Atlas feared for the white's life as she shouted, "No!" Why must he always get hurt like that? It was like life was cursing him to be its chew toy to be messed with and bloodied every time. Now she wished that she had kept Hewey here, so that he can heal the white's wounds.
Akil yelled, "Axle, you are stubborn. You can't just sever a tie like what you and everyone have forged over hundreds of years. If you still think that it that easy, then you have lost your way in life." She continued, "So what if they are not blood-related, that doesn't mean they are not your family. They took you into their family and helped you grow up during your years. Think of where you would be at if they did not take you in. At least you did not live my life, being born from an egg and forced to work your whole life as a slave, you will never understand what it like." Then she started to cry. "I've always seen you as a father that I never had, but your recent actions make me want to question whether I still consider you a father, or just another monster." As the woman listened to her daughter's story, she felt a stinging tinge of pity for her daughter's miserable past and anger at one of her past masters for taking that egg away from her and subjecting it to a parentless slavery.
Axle let his head fall down a bit as he apologized, "I'm sorry for the pain I have caused to you, Akil, but I have to find the answers. I need to know."
Akil snapped next, "Then why the hell do you have to try and do it alone? You have not just a few people behind you but a whole kingdom behind you willing to help you. Even if you are not a true Incarus, you are what they stand for; the peace and freedom that the Incarus seeks." She yelled at him while she still cried, "Please, let us at least help you. I'm sure Juna can explain or help in some way; you just can't just do this on your own."
"Akil, I..." Axle started to say before the three bronze claw marks appeared on his body. One started to crack and his whole body went limp as he started to fall.
"Axle!" the green-orange dragoness screamed as she flew to grab a hold on the white's falling limp body before they both crashed into the ground. Where they crashed was not far from the group's location, but they hit the ground seemingly hard as sounds of trees shattering echoed over the area.
Judging by how low the crash was, Atlas suspected that the two had hurt themselves from the fall. Even the spring dragon seems to share her thought as he said, "Yikes! That sounds painful. I don't think they're going to be okay from that one." Atlas hoped that the spring wasn't right about this, but another part of her mind told her that this could very well be the case.
Garin responded to him, "If that's so, then they're not going to help themselves like this. Come on, we got to go check on them."
Wanting to see if they were okay, the trio ran in the direction towards where they heard the sound from. Atlas called, "Axle, Akil, are you both alright?" But when they found them, Atlas was dismayed to see her daughter had become injured like Axle was. She was bleeding very badly from cuts were all over her body due to the trees she fell through. The green-orange dragoness was curled around Axle, who seemed to be in a panic attack. Seeing him like this made the scene even worse. "Oh damn..." the woman murmured seriously.
Author's Note: I made a mistake with the last part of Chapter 49 and decided to replace Minerva's conversation with Ronan with the ending of the Firestar sisters being drifted away in the city river. Minerva's ending is now in this chapter. Also, I added Aeolus's conversation with Atlas in that same chapter. Check it out when you have the time. Anyway, now that we've reached Chapter 50, I will now put up a poll on my profile page asking you what you think of this story so far. I have also drawn a picture for it that you will see at the top of this chapter on Deviant Art to celebrate how far we've gone. I will draw a picture for Chapter 25 later. For now, let's enjoy the brand new year we're going to have.
Facts that might not be mentioned later
- Ronan and Drake have lived off their travels for so long, being in one place like this was comfortable. Ronan still had this fear that something could happen that would take away this new home from him. Except now he would do anything to keep that from happening.
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