Miles away from the two lovebirds was the glorious Warfang, the city of dragons. Being repaired by the dragons and moles, it seemed to prosper, but the storm delayed and hindered the work. But Terrador seemed to be preoccupied with something else...
–Curses! Where are they?! -He cursed, rummaging through maps in his room. -And this storm now!
-Hey Terrador! Arf... We were in need of your... Arf... help out there! -Volteer enters Terrador's room, wet and panting. -The storm knocked down a gigantic concrete block from one of the watchtowers! I had to help the moles put it in place, and...
-Why, shut up! Haven't you already taken care of the problem? Curses! -Interrupts Terrador with his thunderous voice. -Stop bothering me!
Volteer is silent, surprised. Noticing the maps on the table and floor, he approaches Terrador cautiously. -Mhh... You're worried, aren't you? -Volteer's tone of voice changes to softer and more subtle.
-I told you to leave me alone! -Terrador screams and slams the spiny mass of his tail into the ground.
-Hey, hey! Calm down there! -Volteer takes a step back.
Terrador sighs, regretful. -I'm sorry, Volteer. -He puts a claw on the map, analyzing it.
-It's the two young ones, huh?
-I can't find them! The last dragons I sent to look for them came back with no news of them! NOWHERE! -Terrador drags his paw on the table, knocking over all the maps and closes his eyes looking down. -No... where...
Volteer picks up the maps from the ground, saddened by Terrador. -I know they're fine! The ancestors protect then, Terrador!
-And this damn storm now! GRRR...
-Ahh... -Volteer puts his paw on Terrador's shoulder. -Those two are tough in the fall! They even look like you! -Volteer jokes.
Terrador sighs again. -When I received the information that Ignitus was gone... I... -Terrador turns his face away from Volteer's eyes.
–Terrador... He... He did what he thought was right. -Volteer sees a drop fall to the ground, below Terrador's face. -T... Terrador...
-He's always been like a brother... We were born together. We grew up together. We fought together. And now... -Terrador raises his paw to his face.
-Hey Terrador... He wouldn't want to see you like that! And also, I consider you my brother too, Terrador. And Cyril t... -Volteer falls silent when Terrador, without warning, embraces him.
-Thank you, Volteer.
Volteer hugs him back. -What? Did you really think that after everything we've been through together I didn't consider you my family? Haha! Now calm down you're choking me, mountain!
Terrador lets go of him and wipes away a few tears.
–Heh! I didn't know that mountains could cry! -Volteer jokes.
Terrador slams Volteer in the back of the head with his wing, knocking him down.
–Uff! Okay, okay... I deserved it! -Volteer stands up and looks at the maps. -May I help you?
-And you understand...
–Here! -Volteer points to a place on the map.
–Uh? But... How... Why the plain of loneliness?
–Now... You're focusing on areas near the volcano, but they may have been... you know... Shooted away!
–Yes...
-And the plain doesn't have a river or lake, so I think we'd better hurry, because if they're there... They will die of thirst in 1 or 2 days!
You're right...
–Am i?
Terrador looks at Volteer with a raised eyebrow.
-Oh yes! Of course I am!
Terrador facepalmed with his paw and shakes his head negatively. -Let's go then, you brainless! -He runs outside.
–Hey! Don't call me that! -Volteer says, following him.
–All right! Chatterbox then!
-Ahh, yes! So much better! -Volteer says, sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
-What can I say? -It defines you in a single word!
Finally the two took off towards the plain, with the heavy rain pounding on their bodies like needles.
–Ignitus... Please protect them! -Thinks Terrador, flying as fast as he could.