Just as the sun was rising, Spectro felt it. The air, dry and cold from the mountain winds, was getting moister and warmer. The land was flatter and trees were more plentiful. He kept a look out for that dragonet. There was no sign of him so he relaxed slightly. Spectro continued forward, looking at the sky. Im near, I can feel it! He thought, his wings batting anxiously. He longed to fly in the air, but if there was one place you never wanted to be in when you are in the Skywing kingdom, that was up high. You could be knocked down and gagged before you had time to blink. He walked softly across the ground, the dirt faring better on his feet than the hard rock or marble of the mounains. It was only a day's journey now. Streams of gold sparks danced across his pale rose wings. He could feel it. The warm currants of air and water were creating mist and fog. He sneezed slightly when he encountered it. But he continued on, now flitting off the ground occasionally. The hills seemed to get higher though, and Spectro had to fly up some especially high ones. He kept on going up and up, the ground steeper and trees less apparent. Suddenly, it went down. Spectro stopped, looking down at the valley in front of him. By chance, he had run into it. Now the entire Valley of the mists, the Valle Nebulae, stretched out below him. It's real! He though and his whole wings flushed a deep and sparkling gold. He looked for a long time at the surroundings. Many waterfalls, spewing the mist, bordered the valley. He could spot, if he looked hard enough, dragons of different colors working down t the bottom. He smiled. Spectro made it. He was here. Now Dazzling couldn't hurt him. He was so jubilant, he almost did not hear a voice behind him say "Hey!"
Spectro looked behind him, then above him.
A dragon, with red lightning bolts crackling through his ruff, was staring at him. He was at least twice his size. His claws were long and curved, his tail even more so. His orange eyes, almost the same as Spectro's, glared at him suspiciously. "Who are you?" He said to the small dragon.
"I- ah- I am- um-" Spectro stuttered. The dragon impatiently tapped his claws against a tree. "I am Spectro... I come from the Rainwings," he managed.
"Well I knew that you were a Rainwing, I'm not that stupid!" The dragon said, rolling his eyes. "I'm Cerulean." He said. "We welcome Rainwings, but you'll have to see our queen." He looked down at the valley. "It isn't as if you were a spy. The southerners couldn't do anything anyway." He shrugged, and flicked his tail at Spectro. "Come on, I'll bring you."
On the way they stopped in a small collection of houses. Unlike the southern Rainwings they were built on the ground. Dragonets bounced across the paths, chasing each other. Spectro could see into the houses. They were not very colorful, but they had a certain charm to them that the palace he had lived in his whole life could never have. He continued down the path, following the big blue dragon that was heading towards the queen. He sniffed the air, glad to smell the familiar wet smell of rain. Not the salty, cold smell of sea storm, but a warm, humid kind of wetness. They turned down the and Arden held up his tail. Stop, he thought and stopped. They had reached the end of the path, and a rather grand wood carven building stood in front of them. "Well," Cerulean said to Spectro, "here we are."