Frute followed Mye back towards the Mud Kingdom. They didn't stop, and they were able to almost reach the point where they came from within a few days. Frute wanted to see someone before he left, though, so he took the lead after they passed the last of the mounds.
He turned around and retraced his steps from that day. The sun was bright, contrary to the cloudy day it had been four years ago.
"This isn't the way to the shore." Mye pointed out.
"I know." Frute replied. "I just want to see someone before we go back to Freedom."
"Your sibs?"
"Yeah. Specifically Mallow."
Frute continued to lead them into a clearing. He could faintly see dragons standing around it, and his older sibs fighting each other. It didn't bother him as much as he expected it would, though. He wasn't that far from Mallow's mound.
The mud mound that Mallow called home was tucked in the corner of the clearing. The sun had set, but there was enough light to see. Frute looked back at Mye. "Make sure you're out of sight; even though it's night now, someone might still see you."
The SilkWing nodded, and walked to the other side of him. She tucked her wings in the best she could.
Frute walked closer to the mound. Two figures were sitting in it. One was large and brown. The other was much smaller—smaller than Frute—with red and orange scales. Frute was confident the bigger one was Mallow, almost perfectly MudWing besides her slightly changing scales. He wasn't sure who the other one was, other than a SkyWing. Mallow's wing almost acted as a blanket for the small SkyWing. He wondered, briefly, why he couldn't see the SkyWing's wings.
"Is that your sister?" Mye asked.
"The one and only Rose Mallow." Frute said. He tried to stay quiet so then he didn't wake them up.
"She barely even looks like a hybrid."
"It got more obvious the younger the sib."
"I guess that makes sense."
Mye walked out from beside Frute, and got a little closer to Mallow. "It doesn't bother you? Being here with your sister?"
"Not as much as it used to." Frute said.
"So I didn't ruin anything by coming to Pyrrhia?" Mye asked. She looked back at him.
"Why would you?"
"You had gotten so upset over mere mention of blood. You've had nightmares were you and your sibs all died. I thought that maybe coming to Pyrrhia could help, but I knew it might just make it worse. But you seem fine now."
Frute could tell she was upset. He just wasn't sure about what. "Where are you getting at?"
"Maybe you should stay. Maybe it's Freedom, not Pyrrhia." Mye said.
"I won't let you leave by yourself." Frute replied. "If I have trouble again, so be it."
"But wouldn't it be my fault then? If you left and just got worse?"
"I wouldn't be your fault, Mye. I know who to blame. And even then, blame just causes hate, doesn't it?"
Mye sighed deeply. "I guess you're right." She looked up at the sky, which was filling with stars. After a few minutes, she stood up and walked back to Frute. "Okay, let's go. But promise me we'll come back when we're adults, and the war's over."
"I promise." Frute said. Maybe we could advertise a little for the leaders back at Freedom. He thought. He brushed his wing with Mye's, and let her lead the way back to their boat.
The end