Virigosa landed on the ground, just a ways away from a medic tent. She had difficulty making the landing, her leg unsteady, but she hardly took note of it. Adrenaline was flowing through each and every vein, her mind on one thing and one thing only.

"Do you need any help with that leg or tail?" A little green drake, clearly rather young, had darted over to Virigosa.

"No," Her voice was emotionless. "I'm looking for someone else. A blue drake, like me, a male. A bit bigger... Well, around the same size as me, now."

The little drake shook her head. "I've seen another female blue," she offered.

Virigosa shook her head. "No," she said, and began to walk towards the main camp. She should have been limping, by all logic, but she hardly noticed her injuries. At the next medic camp, she had more luck. All-too-familiar blue scales peeked behind the tent curtain, assisting the green medics as they tended to the wounded. Virigosa could hardly believe her luck. Of course he'd be away from the front lines, she noted, but he gladly helps the medics to make himself seem loyal.

"Eyrigos!" Virigosa called.

He looked over, in confusion. "Sister." His greeting was that typically used upon meeting a fellow blue dragon for the first time.

Her head was spinning, having not thought of anything beyond this point. "I have a message," she lied, after a long pause. "From Arygos. It's urgent."

"Alright, then," he was clearly uneasy, but turned to his green companions. "You'll be fine with me gone?"

Virigosa walked deeper into the forest, out of sight and earshot of the medical tents. After a few moments, Eyrigos emerged into the clearing behind her. "What does Arygos need of me?" he asked.

"Eyrigos," Virigosa said, looking him over. "Do you recognize me?"

"No," he answered, tilting his head. "I don't believe we've met."

There was a blue flash, and in moments, Eyrigos's feet and wings were frozen to his body, locked in ice. It was one of the strongest spells Virigosa had ever used, and Eyrigos was taken by surprise, unable to counter. She walked up to him, satisfied, her breath already unnaturally cold as she readied her breath weapon.

"My name is Virigosa. Do you recognize me now?"

He pulled his head back, eyes widening. "I know Virigosa, you're not Virigosa," he spat. "She'll be out of the fight for a long, long time. What trickery is this?"

"I am Virigosa, dear old friend," she said. "I look different now- I can thank the Dragonqueen for that- but my memories are still the same. And I hold grudges, don't you remember that?"

Eyrigos understood now, and he unleashed his own breath attack, albeit weakly, in Virigosa's directions. "That same Dragonqueen that slayed your aspect and ordered the death of so many of your kin? So many of our kin?"

Virigosa hesitated for just a moment. "You've always been a coward, Eyrigos, you know that? Resorting to cheap emotional tactics. Pathetic."

"Coward?" he snorted. "At least I'm not a sociopath. I, unlike you, am actually capable of feeling something."

He could tell that struck a nerve, evident by the glee on his face. Virigosa stood in place, looking on emotionlessly. "I'm not a sociopath, Eyrigos," she replied.

"Are you saying that to convince me, or yourself?" he said. "I know you so well, Virigosa. I was at your side as you slaughtered dozens, maybe hundreds. I watched you. Never any remorse, any second thoughts. You just loved the battle, loved the bloodshed. If you ever had any heart, it died a long time ago."

"You're a liar," Virigosa said.

"And look at you, the same as you've always been," he continued. "About to kill your best friend, your best friend for so many years. Your only concern is for yourself. You have no heart, Virigosa. No sympathy. No morals. You live for the bloodshed, for the thrill of the fight. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? What will you do when the war is over, when there's no one left to kill? Turn to your own kind, your own Blue Dragonflight? Excuse me, I've forgotten: you've set out to turn on members of your own flight already. Right here, right now."

"I brought you here so no one can hear you scream," Virigosa said.

"See?" he said. "You care only about yourself."

"I'm done listening to your little mind games, Eyrigos," she spat. "You know me too well. But you're a traitor, and this is where your story ends."

"So you've found out my little scheme," he said. "I know, Virigosa, these words will haunt you. The sight of my dead body. My last screams. You don't want to kill me, Virigosa."

She stepped forward again, and raked her talons across his wing just to hear him scream. The sound satisfied her, and she grabbed his head, putting her teeth deep in his throat. When she released it, his breaths were quick and shallow, and he was clearly not long for the world. The ice around him melted, and he crumpled to the ground, the blood beginning to stain the grass around him. It was strange, seeing Eyrigos dead, but she did not mourn. It was always meant to be.

I can't be seen like this.

To the greens, Eyrigos was still a friend, a close ally of the greens on Nordrassil. They did not know that he was a traitor. If they discovered that Virigosa had killed him, she would be a fugitive, a traitor.

I can't stay here.

She rose to fly against the setting sun.