Hey, everyone! Welcome back! I've prepared the 14th chapter of this fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it.

But before that, I want to give a quick shoutout to Unazaki for their support. Thank you Unazaki!

And now, let's dive into chapter 14!

Tsunami's (POV)

"Dead?" It takes me a moment to register what the evil queen had just said, but when I do, my knees give way and I melt to the stone floor, head in hands, silently sobbing.

And it's not just me–Sunny is a ball on the ground, her wings serving as a cover, weeping her eyes out.

Starflight is shaking his head and looking down, trying to hold back the tears.

But Clay looks like a mix of anger and disappointment. But why? He's sobbing, but he's also mumbling to himself and smacking himself with his own wing.

And then I understand. Clay thinks it's all his fault that Glory was killed, but it isn't. It isn't anyone's fault but Scarlet's. That witch. She would pay a price greater than the one she received.

I can't bear to look at the wicked dragon standing before us, so I turn my head away, as to not even glimpse her scales.

It's Clay who speaks first, and I'd say he's brave to do such a thing. "How could you?" His voice is full with tears and very shaky, but it has a touch of anger and the need for revenge in it.

Scarlet studies her claws. "Oh, I just thought it was time to get rid of the very dragon who ruined my scales, my beauty, my reputation." She stands up on the last noun, putting extra emphasis on it.

"Where is she?" I ask, no longer feeling the need to hide from her hideous face.

"In the ocean," the queen says casually. "We threw her over a cliff." We all gasp at the disrespect.

"You could've buried her!" Sunny shouts in protest.

"Why would we do that? Burying a dragon would be showing respect towards the dragon, and I have no respect for that dragon." We all stare at her, our death glares piercing her ruby red scales.

"What? She ruined my scales," she adds for good measure. "And besides, we don't really bury dragons around here. There isn't anything to bury them with." I shake my head, mad that Glory didn't even have a burial or anything. But then again, I didn't expect it. Scarlet doesn't care how dead bodies waste away.

"Well, since you're here, I might as well repeat your friend's fate on you little dragons." I take a step back but feel a firm grip on my arm.

I whirl around to see two bulky, fully-armored guards with spears grasping our arms. I try to wriggle free, but to no avail.

I don't know where they're planning on taking us, but I don't want to be there to find out.

Clay and I exchange mischievous looks, plotting the same thing.

As soon as we are out of sight and earshot from Scarlet, I bite my guard's arm as hard as I can, causing him to yelp and let me go. Clay does the same and kicks his guard down, freeing all of us.

They're big and strong, so they don't take long to recover, which is exactly why as soon as they're down, we bolt.

We attempt to get as lost as we can in Scarlet's maze of a palace in a desperate attempt to also get lost from the two guards and Scarlet herself.

We luckily end up right next to an exit door. Footsteps can be heard pounding down the near halls, so we make a bolt for it.

The air is fresh outside, but my ears keep popping due to the altitude.

We dip below the clouds swiftly out of sight from the guards chasing us down.

We communicate through body language, not wanting SkyWings to hear our voices.

I nod my head sideways indicating we should continue descending, which is approved by head nods.

I tuck my wings in close and pursue Clay, who lets himself glide downwards. I spiral down like a bullet, so fast I actually pass Clay and almost hit the ground head first.

I throw my wings out and tilt my body back with major effort at the last minute, stopping a nearly fatal crash.

Everyone else lands neatly beside me.

"So, what now?" Parrot asks, his voice solemn and quiet. Fury still courses through every organ, bone, and vein that keeps me alive. How could they just kill Glory? An innocent RainWing would have never nearly killed Scarlet unless Scarlet had stopped torturing us. So Glory isn't completely innocent, but Scarlet is way more responsible for all that has happened.

Mixed with the fire that rages inside me is another feeling, one I can't exactly pick out. I'm sure it's sadness, but also grief. Revenge on Scarlet wouldn't bring back Glory, but it would take out one obstacle in the way of the dragonets of destiny.

We have a destiny to fulfill. One that will save Pyrrhia. Yet, so many want to hurt us. Do they not understand that we hold the fate of their home? That any day, we could decide to give the crown to one of the three feuding SandWing sisters? That they may be saved if only they just let us do our job? The job we were born for? The job we were born to do?

I sigh, trying to take my mind off all of my complicated feelings.

Everyone directs their attention to Clay, who looks just about as lost as I am in my thoughts.

So I take the spotlight. "We should head somewhere safe. With Scarlet still on our tail, we have to be extra careful. And as far away from her as we can get."

"Like where?" Sunny asks. I ponder the question for a moment, but Starflight speaks before I have time to consider our options.

"Possibly back to the marshes. The grass is tall and it's pretty safe. The cliff is also near the marshes. I'm sure that could be an ideal place for refuge, if needed."

"Wait, aren't the MudWings and SkyWings allies?" Clay asks. "Wouldn't any MudWing who found us take us hostage and hand us over to Scarlet?"

"Very true," Starflight says. "But we can hide from them. A couple of MudWings patrol the area, so I'm sure they'd be easy to avoid. It's a risk, but I say we take our chances. What other options do we have?"

We nod reluctantly, none of us able to think of something better. And on the plus side, at least the marshes are warm. In a sticky, uncomfortable way.

"Well, to the marshes, I guess," Clay says enthusiastically. None of us really feel like talking. Not after receiving the news about Glory.

We take off, and I still can't shake my angry thoughts towards all who are against us and our mission off.

My eyes narrow, and I look straight ahead. I don't look back. What's in the past is in the past. I have to look forward to my future. My destiny. Our destiny.

Because we, the dragonets of destiny, hold the fate of Pyrrhia in the palm of our talons, whether anyone likes it, or not.

Hey guys! Sorry for a shorter chapter and sorry I haven't updated in a while. My schedule is rather unpredictable, so I'm not gonna promise the next one will be up any time soon, but I'll try my best! As you guys probably read, the dragonets are heading back to the marshes, which is where Glory is. The reunion is soon, and I'm so excited to write it. Anyways, thanks for reading and have a nice day!

See ya in the next one.

Ducky :)