Hey all. Here with a new chapter of this story. Things are going to start going heavily off the rails after this one, and most will see by the end of this chapter. I hope you all had a merry Christmas and are getting ready for the new year. Maybe we'll finally be over this pandemic by then. But thank you all for reading this story. I do plan to keep this going as long as I can. It's already reached my longest story I've ever made, so I hope that's a good sign. But enough of my rambling. Please enjoy.

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Wither stared down at Deathbringer, but the Nightwing's smile never left his face. "Oh wow. You really are huge. I was a little confused. Blister's rantings said you were at least three times bigger than burn, but I'd say it's about five. Is that an animus touched bracelet?" Wither quirked an eyebrow. "Hmm... observant. I commend you for not panicking. Many would fail in that regard, but for right now, I want this to be all business... What has your tribe done to the missing Rainwings?" Glory's eyes narrowed as Deathbringer coughed lightly from Glory's talons on his stomach. "I'm sure I have no idea what you mean." Wither growled. "... You can lie all you want, but I know something bigger is going on... there was a Tunnel in the sand kingdom that leads to the Rainforest, and a Sloth was bitten and left to die by what Tsunami could tell was a dragon... That means..." Wither's eyes narrowed as he spoke. "... There's a second tunnel... One that leads right to the Night kingdom, correct?" Deathbringer looked surprised for the first time, before trying to hide it, but it was already noticed as Glory looked to Wither. "You figured that out? When?" Wither sighed. "... Since I met with Moon's mother." Glory growled, looking furious. "You mean you've known about this for two days!?" Wither nodded. "Yes. And I felt it best to not tell you so you didn't go head first to where dragons would kill you without a second thought."

The other dragonets were looking at him. Clay was a bit confused, not really keeping up. Starflight looked conflicted, not sure if he was mad or anxious. Tsunami looked angry, but Sunny was the worst, as her expression looked like she was betrayed. Wither frowned, looking to them. "Please understand, It's not that I didn't want to tell you. But the emotions from all of you would have led you all to danger that I wasn't in a position to protect you all from. As much as you five infuriate me to no end, I do not wish to see any of you die." Sunny thought it over, before nodding. "... I think I get it. We would have rushed into the Night kingdom and gotten captured or worse..." Wither nodded. "Exactly. The last thing I need is for Barrowsneer to get a hold of you... Sorry, force of habit. Still used to calling him that." They all gave him a pointed look, until Deathbringer barked a laugh. "Ha! Was that supposed to be Morrowseer? Oh, I am so going to call him that in our next meeting." Wither returned his attention to the young assassin. "Assuming you live to that next meeting. Next question. Why are the Nightwings siding with Blister?"

Deathbringer grunted, looking to Glory with a smile. "Mind easing up a little? It's hard to talk when I can barely breath." Glory frowned, but slowly eased off the pressure, keeping him pinned but not putting her full weight on him anymore. "Ah. That's a bit better. If you've met another Nightwing and they've told you about our kingdom, then you probably already know why." Wither frowned, thinking for a bit, before returning his gaze to Deathbringer. "... The volcano... It's set to erupt any day now, isn't it? That's why they've chosen a side... The Nightwings have become desperate." Deathbringer paused, his smile faltering for a second. "... Not how I would put it, but in a nutshell, yes. Our scientists give it a few months at most." Wither scoffed. "All it would take is a small earthquake to make that to weeks or even days... So, Blister is offering you land if she becomes queen. The question is, what land?" Deathbringer smiled again. "You seem to be piecing it all together. I'm sure you'll figure it out." Wither frowned. "A part of me is thinking I don't want to find out how deep this conspiracy goes."

Deathbringer chuckled. "Understandable. I haven't been back in the Night kingdom in quite a while, but it is quite horrible... Can you let me go now? I am unarmed." Wither quirked a brow. "And you expect me to believe an assassin has no proficiency in using weapons other than Chakrams?" Deathbringer chuckled again. "You really are smart." Wither sighed, looking to the dragonets, before gazing back to Deathbringer. "Then, the last questions falls to this... Who are you? What is your story, and how do you fit into all of this?" Deathbringer blinked. "Wow... was not expecting that." His smile returned as he continued. "I was pulled from basically my hatching day to work as an assassin for the Nightwings, to eliminate threats and influence battles. All those cases where high ranking officials were present in battles but then disappeared. I might have had a hand in that." Glory growled. "But you didn't attack me. You obviously saw through my disguise, so why didn't you attack and kill me?" Deathbringer looked up at her from his pinned position and smirked. "... You interested me." Wither hummed, before nodding. "I see... You've seen and interacted with the outside world long enough to start questioning orders." Deathbringer blinked again, before giving out a bark of laughter. "Wow. No dragon has surprised me this many times. How'd you guess?" Wither gave a small glare at him. "Because even the lowliest of dragons have some sort of conscience that starts to tell them when they're doing the wrong thing. Just a matter of if they hear it or not."

Wither sighed yet again, before looking between Glory and Deathbringer, debating lightly. "... If you immediately leave, I won't chase you. Leave, and do not try to harm these dragonets ever again. Do so, and you will incur my wrath. And as the dragonets could tell you... That's the last thing you want." Deathbringer smiled, a hint of nervousness entering his expression at the near solemn faces on the dragonets. "R-right. Will do. I promise. Now... let me go?" Wither turned to Glory, then nodded, The rainwing huffing before she got off of Deathbringer. The Nightwing shook off the patches of snow that clumped onto his scales. "Well, I hope our next meeting will be under better circumstances." He looked to Glory. "... Sure you won't take up my offer on that drink?" Glory rolled her eyes as the other dragonets looked at him with dropped jaws. "Not on your life." Deathbringer chuckled. "Had to try... I have a feeling we'll meet again very soon." He turned, before taking off into the sky, flying towards the sand kingdom.

The dragonets all sighed, before a deep growl made them tense, looking up to Wither's hard glare. "Do not think for a second that you five are off the hook." He slipped the bracelet back on, returning to his smaller size, staring down at the dragonets. "Now... What in the moons were you all thinking!?" He shouted, causing the dragonets to flinch. "Going off, galivanting in the middle of hostile territory, in between the ice and sand kingdoms, where the most likely place for a battle could happen!? It's not even idiotic, it's borderline suicidal!" His glare rested on them for a minute, before snapping to where Mangrove was, the Rainwing giving a undignified squeak as he appeared. "And you. I understand your worry but grow a brain! There was nothing that showed Orchid going through that tunnel, but you barged forward anyway. How would your Orchid react if she learned your actions led to six other dragons getting killed!?" Mangrove shrunk back. Wither wasn't much bigger than him, but Wither's cold anger felt like it could cut straight through him if he said something stupid.

Glory stepped in front of Wither, matching his glare with one of her own. "Stop yelling at them! I'm the one who came here, and they followed me so I wouldn't be alone! If you're going to yell at anyone, yell at me, but don't blame them! They just wanted to help." Wither gazed down at her, and she couldn't help but shiver under his glare. He then sighed, before giving her a light tap to the forehead. "I understand you want to do the right thing, Glory, but next time, tell me. The last thing I need is for the five dragonets that I've come to like have run off somewhere and have the only thing I find left be your bodies." She looked up, his angered expression now turned into one that almost resembled worry. She nodded, hanging her head. "I'm sorry... Mangrove ran off and... you were still recovering, so I didn't want to bother you." He looked at her, before lifting her chin to meet his eyes. "You're still young, Glory. I know none of you had a normal life growing up, but it's okay to ask older dragons for help when you need it. There's no shame in admitting you need help, and... you five have become my responsibility. I promised myself I would protect you all during this war. If any of you got hurt killed... I would have failed myself." She blinked, before nodding, giving a bashful smile. "Sorry... I'm a bit thick headed in that regard." He nodded. "Indeed."

"Um..." Wither blinked, looking to Blaze, who he had completely forgotten about. The sandwing Princess was clutching her cloaks close to her to shield herself from the cold, but looked at him with a light blush, which he had no idea why she was blushing. "Th-thank you for rescuing me." Ah. Right. He saved her life... He sighed. "My only concern was that no blood be spilt here. I'm rather tired of that happening because of this war." Blaze huffed. "You're right, but My sisters just won't back off. If they would just realize I would be the best queen, then none of this wou-" Wither growled lightly. "You would run the kingdom into the ground in less than a year." Blaze blinked, looking hurt. "W-what do you mean!? How dare you!" Wither scoffed. "The Sandwing treasury disappeared the day your mother died. Do you really think the kingdom just has endless treasures laying around for you at your beck and call?" Blaze blinked again. "... W-well, yes! I'd be the queen! Everyone would have to do what I want!"

Wither sighed for what felt like the millionth time today. "The only reason that Queen Scarlet was able to get away with any of that was because despite all of her insanity and cruelty, she is strong, ruthless, and gave no mercy to her enemies... You would cause a revolt in the citizens within a month, and I doubt you could even begin to fight any of them off. Have you ever actually fought before?" She winced, looking to the side. "No. Of course not. I'm not getting myself dirty like that." Wither growled low. "And that is precisely the reason why, despite you being the least cruel of you three sisters, you would be a horrible choice. Burn is strong, Blister is smart, But both of them use their strengths effectively and cruelly. They would rule as tyrants. You on the other hand would be so enamored with your life of luxury that you'd probably not realize that your subjects hated you or were in danger. Beauty like yours is only skin deep. It doesn't matter how beautiful your body is... A queen who does not have the support of her people is a ruler of none. A kingdom is not run by beauty alone. A good queen must be strong, caring of her tribe, and respectful of her people. She weighs the needs of her subjects above her own and must always prepare to protect them from what could endanger them. Even if you won this war, there would be nothing stopping another tribe from simply declaring war on the Sandwing tribe after your coronation... Can you say that you could lead a war by yourself?"

Blaze Stared at him with a hurt expression. "I-I'm... I-I..." She looked down at her talons, having a hard time comprehending his words. "... W-would I really cause them to rebel? I'm the most beautiful... W-What would I be doing wrong? Why should I have to give something up for them?! I would be the queen!" Withers sighed, looking her in the eye. "If you really need to ask me that question... ask it to Glacier when you see her. Ask her to teach you what it means to be a queen..." His head snapped up, looking to the north, seeing white figures on the sky. He gave a tsk as he looked to the dragonets, eyeing Jambu. "Jambu, I trust you can get these five and Mangrove back safely? Glacier is on her way. I'll buy you all some time." Sunny looked to him worriedly. "We're not leaving you to deal with this alone!" He looked to her with a stern gaze. "Glacier knows of you all, but most likely doesn't know of me. Go now. I'll be fine." Sunny looked reluctant, but nodded as she and the others took off, leaving Wither alone with Blaze, but he noticed a single blur near the cave, sighing. "Of course, Glory would stay"

Blaze almost looked heartbroken as she thought... when was the last time she took time to do that? She pondered for a while, Wither's words hitting her hard. "... Would I... really be that bad of a queen?" Wither looked to her, a pang of pity entering his heart. Blaze wasn't a bad dragon. She was just ignorant of important factors of her position. "... I cannot tell you what to do, Blaze. Your life is yours to choose... Do you know how many dragons have died in this war?... How many of Glaciers soldiers have fallen for you?" She winced hard, shivering, and not from the cold. "... No... I have no idea... I..." She shook, not able to find the words, before blinking as she felt her chin get lifted, finding herself looking into Wither's eyes yet again as he spoke. "You don't have to say anything, but if you want to be a good queen, ask Glacier to teach you. Ask her of her responsibilities, her worries, her doubts. What she gives up as a queen. Then... Figure out your answer." Blaze's eyes widened, blushing at the intensity of his stare, until he pulled away just as Glacier and a half dozen Icewing guards landed nearby.

Glacier was as regal as Wither expected, with pure snow white scales and dark blue accents in them, the Icewing spines on her back glittering like diamonds. She growled as he let go of Blaze's chin. "Get away from her!" Wither didn't show I he was intimidated, set in knowing he was protecting his charge. "I was not holding her captive, Queen Glacier. In fact, I saved her life from an assassin." Blaze looked to Glacier, before nodding. "I-It's true, Glacier... I would have been hurt if he didn't protect me." Glacier still eyed him suspiciously, before coming up to Blaze, looking her over worriedly. "Are you hurt? What happened?" Blaze sighed. "... The dragonets of destiny came to talk to me. I agreed to meet with them... Then some Nightwing showed up out of nowhere and attacked me... But he saved me just as I was about to get hurt." Wither huffed. "It's nothing personal. I'm just tired of seeing spilt blood." Glacier frowned at him. "... I give you my gratitude for saving Blaze, but you are trespassing on Icewing territory... Where are the dragonets of destiny?" Wither gave a pointed look at her. "Far enough that you won't catch them, if that's what you're thinking. They've already been imprisoned twice, so not exactly keen on having it happen a third time." Glacier growled. "Well... I suppose I should take you prisoner to lure them out then?"

Wither stared at her, no emotion leaking from his expression. "... That won't work. I might be helping them, but... well, they care little about an old dragon like me." Glacier frowned lightly. "... You're protecting them." It was more a statement than a question. He gave a sad smile. "Honestly, wouldn't you feel sad for them if you weren't a part of this war? Five dragonets that were ripped away from their homes, their families, their tribes, and had this huge responsibility of ending this war thrusted onto them since the day they hatched? Does that sound fair to you, Queen Glacier?" She hesitated, before looking sternly at him. "Regardless, they need to realize that Blaze is the correct choice." He scoffed lightly. "Blaze might be... but not yet. She still has much to learn about being a queen... things that you have yet to teach her. I don't know the relationship between you both, but if you care about blaze even a little, then teach her what you have neglected to until now." Glacier growled. "What are you saying!?"

Wither looked to Blaze, gazing at her for a few moment before he spoke again. "... Blaze isn't a monster like Blister or Burn, but she is naïve. She does not know the price one has to pay in being a leader, or the values of a good queen. Jewels are beautiful, yes... But beauty does not keep a tribe safe." He returned his look to Glacier. "So, this is one piece of this puzzle I've yet to figure out. Why are you a part of this war, Queen Glacier? What do you gain out of this?" Glacier growled, not answering, until Blaze spoke up. "... Land... Everything from the desert edge to the ice kingdom." Glacier looked to her, a little surprised. "Blaze. He doesn't need to know that." Wither looked at the vast land that was being offered to Glacier, before looking at her. "... The Icewings that aren't of noble blood are overpopulated, aren't they?" Glacier's breath hitched, the Icewing guards all looking at him with stunned expressions. Glacier opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to form words. "H-how could you possibly know that?" Wither gave a sad smile. "It isn't the first time it's happened... Why do you think the subsistence was created in the first place?" Glacier couldn't help but be shocked again. How did he know about that gift?

He sighed lightly. "Unlimited food can only go so far. You need land for them to live in without sacrificing comfort or risking disease. I understand that, and it's admirable you want to help your tribe that much, but keep in mind... These are just five dragonets who want to end twenty years of death... I mean you no harm, but those five are under my protection. I will fight you if I need to, but I would prefer this doesn't end in bloodshed... Too much has already been spilt in this war." She hesitated, before her gaze hardened. "I can't let you go. If you have any sway over those five, then I need to use it." He frowned lightly. "... I see..." He then threw off his bracelet, snapping to his original size. The guards and Glacier were so shocked that he grew to tower over them so suddenly that none of them reacted in time when Wither's talon grabbed Glacier by the neck and pinned her to the ground. He stared at her, his eyes almost seeming to pulse lightly of the blood red color in them. "I will only warn you once, Queen Glacier. If pushed... I can kill every dragon here, and it wouldn't be difficult. I don't want to kill you, Glacier. Of all the queens I've met, you are one of the most sensible. I understand your stake in this war, but no harm with come to those five on my watch. And I will stop any who try."

He was panting from the adrenaline rush of his movements, his talon unconsciously squeezing against her throat, making it difficult for Glacier to breath. "Do it. Kill her. End her. She threatened you. She deserves to die." He snapped back into reality when Glacier gave a choked gasp, before easing up on his grip. No... No more bloodshed. He let go of her entirely, backing away, before turning around. "I'm leaving you with that warning, Queen Glacier. If you harm those five in any way... You will know the brunt of my wrath." He scowled as he started walking away, before his blood froze at her next words as she coughed, getting up from the ground. "... I know of you."

In the Rainforest, Moonwatcher was a little more nervous since she didn't have Wither nearby but found some solace in Heliconia's company. The older Rainwing was nice, bubbly, and just a tad silly at times. She loved playing games, and Moon found herself having fun in some of them. She was especially intrigued in trying to spot Heliconia in her camouflage without reading her mind. She and Heliconia were eating some fruit from the harvest today, Moon also eating a non-poisonous frog that she had cooked, before the huge, throbbing pain shot through her skull. She cried out as she dropped her meal, clutching her head hard as she began to thrash from the pain, almost akin to having a seizure. Heliconia dropped everything, rushing over with a look of worry. "M-Moon!? What's wrong!? What's happening!?"

Moon's eyes finally opened, glowing pure white as she spoke with a voice that sounded ancient, and not her own.

"Dragonets of destiny must head the call.

Or all the tribes of Pyrrhia will fall.

Come together against doubt and fear.

To battle a darkness that has drawn near.

Turn your wings and hearts united.

To heal the wound of a dragon divided.

Repair his heart before his last breath.

Or all will fall to Talons of Death."

Moon collapsed onto the floor of the treehouse that Heliconia had let her sleep in the last few days, panting as the pain finally passed. Heliconia came up to Moon, slipping some of her water into her mouth. "Here. Drink... What was that?" Moon swallowed the clear liquid, before shuddering as she got onto shaky talons. "... I don't know... I... S-something's going to happen... Something very bad."

Glory couldn't help but be snoopy once Wither told them to leave. She had already guessed he would spot her but knew he wouldn't say anything so she wouldn't get caught by Glacier. She listened intently on their conversation, her own thoughts filling her mind. "Wither really is trying to help anyone he can. Pretty sure we wouldn't give Blaze another chance, but... Maybe I should take that advise as well... I wonder what Queen Grandeur would say about being a queen. Wither did say she was the queen who made the dumb queen system." She had to stop herself from flinching when Glacier provoked Wither, staying very still when Glacier was thudded to the ground, feeling a little guilty of how... devoted Wither was about his conviction. She got ready to move as well when Glacier uttered those words, causing her to stop.

Wither didn't move. He didn't breathe. He could only feel ice cold worry in his heart. How? How could she possibly know of him? She continued as he glanced back. "A dragon of stone-like scales, with eyes the color of bloodstained stars. We have a record mentioning you..." He huffed, trying to get past the fear in his heart. "Perhaps you have me mistaken for one of my ancestors." He turned to try and leave again, but she yelled out at him. "A stone Dragon named Wither!" He froze again, that fear gripping at his heart as she continued. "You were only ever mentioned, but how are you alive!? How can you possibly still be walking amongst us!? How have you not died yet!?" He took a deep breath. "... I see no reason to tell you that."

Glory was getting confused. What did Glacier mean they had a record? Why would she expect him to be dead? Glacier growled. "We know of your involvement. You appeared to distract Queen Diamond when the Nightwing menace kidnapped our prince!" This confused Glory even more. What in the moons was she talking about? Wither gazed at Glacier, giving her a stern look. "Nightwing menace... Tell me, Did you actually speak to the Nightwings on the matter? Did any of you? I'll tell you the answer. No. Not a single one of you asked for the full story. None of you bothered to think that maybe the situation wasn't what it seemed, and simply looked for someone to blame. If you had done even the slightest bit of inquiry of information..." He looked her in the eye. "You would have learned that it was never a kidnapping... Neptune left of his own accord to be with the one he fell in love with." Glacier growled. "Lies!" Wither shrugged his wings. "It is not up to me if you believe it or not, but that is what happened... two opposing forces with members who fell in love with each other... Now if only their son hadn't been born during that stressing time."

Glory was starting to get irritated, like they were dancing around one point that would put it all into place for her. She just didn't know wha- Glacier growled out loudly. "That still doesn't answer how you're alive! You were alive in Queen diamond's time! Two thousand years ago!" Glory's world froze. Two thousand years... and... Wither had been all alone?... She shuddered involuntarily. She couldn't even think of living even a month away from the others. Wither stopped, before giving a sad, tired smile, looking as if he had aged by forty years. "... If you're trying to find out to use it yourself, number one, don't. Living as long as I have is... a curse. and two... You can't imitate it. No dragon can. It is the last legacy of my tribe that will die with me... whenever that happens... I honestly have lived so long, I don't know when death will finally decide to take me... I've waited for it for a very long time... And I owe those five dragonets for giving me a reason to live again... otherwise, I never would have left my little place of seclusion... sitting there and waiting to die."

He picked up his bracelet, looking back at Glacier. "... I have seen enough bloodshed to last me several lifetimes, Glacier... I have lost more than any other dragon has, and I have made more mistakes than any other living creature... I didn't want to get involved in this war at first, but those dragonets... Everyone is against them. Even from the day they hatched. From what stories I've heard, their guardians were borderline abusive, thrusting this destiny on them from day one... They need someone willing to fight for them. So, I decided I would. I have nothing against you, Queen Glacier. I am not, nor will I ever be a threat to your tribe. But I will fight any dragon to protect those five dragonets. So, I only ask that I be able to leave in peace."

Wither was struggling. He wanted to leave as fast as he could, but there was this dark thought in the back of his mind. "She knows too much. She'll tell every other tribe about you. She must be killed. All of them. Destroy the record. Slaughter them all!" He had to shake his head a bit to quiet the intrusive, dark thought. "Where is that coming from? I want to be safe, but not at the cost of another's life." He focused once Glacier gave him a reluctant nod. "... Fine. Leave, and never come back. If I find you in my lands again, I will capture you to lure the dragonets so I can deal with them my own way." He sighed. "Fine... But talk to Blaze. I believe she has many questions after our talk together." Blaze nodded to his words, before Wither turned, beginning to fly. Glacier could swear she saw a small blur follow behind him.

Blaze looked to Glacier with a sad look on her face. "... Glacier... Would I be a bad queen?" Glacier looked at her with concern. "What makes you say that?" Blaze took off her necklace that she had put on that morning, a sapphire embedded into it. She looked into the gem, unable to not see the blue color of Icewing blood. "... How many of your soldiers have died for me?... How much blood has been shed in this war because of me and my sisters?... Would... Would the Sandwings rebel against me if kept gawking over treasure?" Glacier didn't know what to say to that. She just kept silent. Blaze gazed at the golden necklace one last time, before letting it drop to the ground, turning away from it to face Glacier "... Glacier... Teach me the values of a queen. I... I need to know what can happen to me if we win this war... What I would have to give up... What I would need to do for my tribe." Glacier stared at her, more shocked that Blaze had willingly let go of a piece of treasure. She gazed into Blaze's eyes, seeing a flame that the Sandwing hadn't had before. "... As you wish, Princess Blaze. I will teach you what it means to be a queen."

Wither landed on a hill just outside the sand kingdom, staring out at it for a while. "... I know you're there, Glory. I... assume you have questions." Glory appeared nearby, looking to him sadly. "... How... How have you not gone mad yet? Being... all alone for all that time..." Wither gave a sad chuckle. "... As horrible as it sounds... you get used to it... after a few decades." She came up beside him, looking at him sadly. "I'm not sure what I would do without the others... I know I'm snarky and sarcastic with them, but... They're everything to me." Wither gave her a smile. "That's good... You should value them that way." She looked at him again. "... How are you alive? After so long?" Wither gave a sad smile. "... I already told you. My respira... It takes life energy and adds it to my own." Glory's eyes widen. "... That's why you tried to get rid of us when we first met... You... You're going to outlive all of us..." He nodded sadly. "You five are going to die of old age before I ever get close to it... I've... had so many who I've grown to care for... who die before I ever get the chance." He gave a sad chuckle. "That's just how life is for me. I don't get to escape it... No matter how much I want to."

They flew in the air for a good amount of time, staying silent as they approached the tunnel to the Rainforest. Wither took the lead, his coming out into the rainforest. Looking around a bit. "The others must have gone back to the village already." Glory nodded as she came out. "Yeah... We should probably go-" A sickening crack came from her position as a metal pole struck her in the back of her head. She stumbled for a second, her eyes losing focus, before crumpling to the ground. Wither's eyes widened, shouting. "Glory!" He tried to rush over, spotting the black dragon who had attacked her, before his talons hit a rope on the ground he didn't see. He only had enough time to turn and see the large boulder that had been suspended on ropes descending from above towards his head, only one thought going through him before everything went black.

"Oh... snake spit."

There you have it. I like how I'm going with this so far, and I hope that I'll be able to make new content that won't degrade the rest of the story. I was debating on having this happen or not, but I decided to go for it. Wither and Glory have both been knocked out, so who knows what's going to happen to them. Next chapter might be more filler than progression, as I want to spend a little more time with the other dragonets and Moonwatcher, but We'll see what happens. Once again, thank you for reading, Leave a review if you'd like, and I'll see you guys next week.