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Chapter 55

For a time, their footsteps were the only sound piercing the encroaching night. The forest, bathed in the soft, fading light, seemed to hold its breath as the shadows lengthened. The chittering of bats stirred above, their silhouettes flitting among the darkening canopies. Arcturus fell into a familiar rhythm beside his old friend, the surroundings blurring into a semblance of the past. With but a breath he was back in memories of laughter and camaraderie, of shared battles and quieter moments. His hand, almost by instinct, brushed against Skywing’s side, fingers gently kneading the feathers, a silent hope of his heart.

Yet, a heavy shadow lingered there, a flash of himself restraining the gryphon, blade to his throat. Arcturus could almost see Selina’s disapproving gaze, sizzling and threatening to ignite flesh and feathers alike for what they’d come to.

As they moved beneath the low-hanging branches of an oak tree, the encroaching darkness seemed to mirror his own internal struggle. Hope dwindled, a tether stretching across the chasm that had come between him. Silently he prayed the catbird would listen, that the friendship they once cherished would be lit once more.

The path meandered down the sloping hill, weaving its way through a tangle of thick, overgrown trees. It emerged into a modest clearing, where a sandy beach bordered a languid river. The river coiled like a serpent's tail, its gentle waters lapping at the rocks that formed its edge. Above them, the canopy receded, offering a breathtaking view of the sprawling countryside. The sun had all but vanished, leaving only lingering crimson streaks clinging to the distant mountains. The twilight sky, awash in a soft lavender hue, slowly surrendered to the burgeoning stars that began to twinkle into existence.

“Reminds me of the Whispering Hills,” Skywing said softly, taking a deep breath of the crisp evening air. “With its gentle serenade, fluttering feathers, and the tender dance of the breeze. A strapping knight met a lovely woman there, and for reasons I still can’t quite fathom, she chose him over the far more distinguished gryphon at his side.” He sighed deeply, a shadow crossing his gaze. “You always had a way of thinking you were the clever one.”

“I think your memory of that night might be a bit generous.” he replied, a hint of regret in his voice. He pictured Selina, her raven hair shimmering as she danced in the ballroom, casting playful glances that dared him to step closer. “It didn’t end as perfectly as you might remember.”

“Right, full of confidence and swagger, offering her a dance with that trademark wink and smile,” Skywing said, padding towards the sand with a chuckle. “Didn’t she end up shoving a pie into your face?”

“Drink.” Arcturus corrected, a faint smile playing on his lips as he recalled the memory. “I’m still not quite sure what I said to deserve that.”

“I might have dared her to.” Skywing pinned his ears, swiftly closing his beak. The gryphon took a few more paces, shaking his head with a click of his beak, “How could it have come to this? Another dragon crashing into our lives and tearing everything apart.”

“They have a way of doing that.” Arcturus said softly, his gaze drifting away as the charm of the memory faded into the past. “Dragons, whether good or evil, seem to have a knack for leaving their mark on history.”

Skywing sighed, his beak clicking shut as he unbuckled his armor. “Yet I long for the days when those dragons hadn’t crossed our paths,” he said wistfully. “Perhaps then we wouldn’t be here… Selina might still be—” His voice faltered, and he shook his head, his ears folding back. “Maybe it’s best not to dwell on what might have been.”

“I agree.” Arcturus replied. He swallowed hard as Skywing rummaged through his pack and pulled out two palm-sized mana stones, unable to get their creation out of his head.

Talons brushed gently over the crystal’s surface, causing a red-orange glow to swell beneath the surface. He tossed them to the ground, where brilliant, hungry flames leapt to the air. With them came a comforting warmth, whispering for Arcturus to approach.

“Expecting this to take long?” Arcturus asked, his gaze lingering upon the riverbed. “Here I thought we were just going to talk.”

Skywing's voice was firm as rock as he formed a pile of steel, leather, and cloth. “I’ve already made clear our purpose for this night.” The gryphon clacked his beak. “You’ve sullied my feathers with blood, and now you’ll make amends. As you do, spin your tale of adventure, betrayal, and dragons.”

Now that was strange, he was acting as though it were just the two of them years ago, just another camping trip with Selina. “Is this how you’re going to conduct your interrogation?”

With a weary sigh, Skywing raised his head, his eyes fixed and unyielding. “This isn’t an interrogation, you asked me to trust you, so I am.” He turned his gaze toward the horizon. “Suntail, Lynalla, Garroth, Emerald Lady, each one veils their truths in shadow. The tales spun these past weeks are so fantastical they might as well be legends. Am I to see you as the man I’ve always known, or as a traitor who has wrought destruction upon our king?” His form shook with a heavy sigh, reflecting the burden of his sorrow. “Help me lift this shroud of darkness, reveal the truth laid bare. I know you won’t lie to me.”

“That…” Arcturus began, his voice quiet, “is reassuring to hear. Garroth refused to listen—”

“Garroth was an utter fool,” Skywing declared, with a chirp, talons digging through the dirt. “A mercenary without an ounce of morality. It took this ill-fated venture to lay bare the depths of his depravity.” With a powerful flick of his tail and a beat of his wings, the gryphon stood unadorned before Arcturus. He gestured toward the river with a commanding sweep of his forepaw. “Here’s the plan. We’ll take a dip to cleanse this blood, then you’ll brush my fur and preen my feathers.”

Preen his feathers? Arcturus raised an eyebrow, gesturing to his own face. “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t have a beak to tend to your feathers.” He lowered his voice and wiggled his fingers, “Nor are my hands suited for cleaning your fur.”

“That’s why I come prepared.” Skywing retorted with a flicker of amusement, making his way to his pouches. From them, he produced a horsehair brush and a small, yellow gryphon beak, perfect for a human hand. “You never know when you’ll find yourself spending a pleasant evening with a charming individual, whether two-legged or gryphon. They should be able to partake in our customs.”

“What are you getting at?” Arcturus crossed his arms, confusion etched on his face. “Skywing, I agreed to tell you the story. Why must we go through this? Can’t we just sit and talk it out?”

“No, but as I said,” Skywing chuckled, “it pays to be ready. Who knows when you’ll need to indulge in such traditions?”

Skywing shifted on his paws, his ears splaying with a mixture of frustration and understanding. “You asked me to trust you, Arcturus. This is how I am trying to do so. Consider how dire things would be for you if it were anyone else in my place.”

“I suppose this conversation wouldn’t even be happening.” Arcturus admitted, his stance softening as the gryphon approached with a casual grace.

“Precisely.” Skywing lifted his head with a flourish, pressing the small beak and brush into Arcturus’ hands. “Besides, you swore a sacred oath to perform this duty years ago. I expect you to honor it this evening.” His brow arched, and his head tilted slightly. “On that cold winter Swordday night—” He moved around Arcturus with a deep, melodious warble. “You spilled thick, red wine all over my haunches. I’ve never seen a human’s eyes widen so, or their face turn such a shade of crimson. It seemed being in the presence of a distinguished captain like me was quite overwhelming.”

“If I remember correctly, you were the one who spilled water on yourself,” Arcturus countered, tapping the miniature beak. “And your intentions weren’t so virtuous. You were hoping to make a pair of gryphons envious of your attention, hoping the feathered ladies would reward you with their intimate favors.”

Rubbing his beak thoughtfully, Skywing mused, “Are you sure about that? I do enjoy a fine drink and a good scratch.” Turning back with a mischievous wink, he added, “And I don’t recall you complaining about how the night turned out.”

A sigh escaped Arcturus, “Skywing, must we go through this?”

With a shrug and a flutter of his wings, the gryphon replied, “How else will I gauge the weight of your word?”

“I just think you just want scratches and being brushed as you do this.”

“Perhaps you’re right.” Skywing’s gaze shifted away, his crown feathers fluffing. “It’s not every day a captive is tasked with pampering a gryphon’s feathers, fur, and paws.”

“Paws too, now?” Arcturus raised an eyebrow.

With a flick of his tail and a light-hearted laugh, Skywing replied, “If you keep grumbling, I might just add more tasks to your list. Perhaps tenderly massaging my ears as well.”

The request seemed peculiar, yet Arcturus studied the gryphon’s demeanor. There was a story of hope, desperation, and an earnest plea in Skywing’s eyes—a silent yearning for connection. Turning away from that wasn’t an option. Sighing deeply, Arcturus watched as Skywing wiggled his haunches and gestured toward the shore.

“Alright,” Arcturus conceded, “I’ll play along. But you can handle the swimming on your own; I’d rather stay dry.”

“Afraid of swimming?” Skywing tilted his head, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I suppose that explains why you lot used me as a boat every time we went out.”

The memory flitted through Arcturus’s mind—laughter, wet feathers, and the warmth of the summer sun. He shook his head. “It’s not that.” he muttered, trying to mask his discomfort.

“Are you expecting me to prank you?” Skywing tossed his head back with a soft laugh. “For the last time, I’ve learned my lesson. Humans don’t appreciate having their clothes hidden. Especially if it was a hilarious ribbing.”

“You made me walk naked for a mile,” Arcturus groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That was your idea of a prank?”

“It was hilarious. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.” Skywing said, strutting to the water’s edge his head held high, eyes closed in satisfaction. “Now get in the river before I drag you in myself.”

“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll wait here for your return.” Arcturus replied, planting himself beside the magical flames and letting their warmth envelop him. But no sooner had he turned his gaze from the gryphon than Skywing, with a mischievous glint in his eye, charged forward. He seized Arcturus by the torso and lifted him into the air.

“I wasn’t asking.” Skywing chirped, tilting his wings and bringing them both towards the river.

“Skywing, put me down!” Arcturus protested, squirming as they drew closer to the water. “Skywing—”

“Poor choice of word, deep breath, Arc!” the gryphon called cheerfully, slowing their descent with a powerful back wing.

With a splash, they plunged into the river’s icy depths. The cold struck Arcturus with a jolt, seizing his every thought as he struggled to slip free from Skywing’s grip. One he managed he fought his way to the surface, gasping for air.

“Gods damn it, Skywing!” Arcturus growled, keeping himself afloat while the gryphon emerged beside him, feathers slicked down and eyes gleaming with mirth.

You should have seen your face!” Skywing cackled, his beak clacking with laughter. “Here I thought you’d appreciate a bath after all that travel!”

“You have a peculiar notion of a bath.” Arcturus grimaced, shivering as he glanced toward the shore, longing for the warmth of the fire.

“Oh, look at you, all dour.” Skywing paddled alongside him, a pleased expression on his beak. “You’re the one who agreed to this. Can’t have you running off while my tail’s turned, can I?”

“My mistake.” Arcturus muttered, bracing himself against the chill of the night air as he scrambled onto the shore. His clothes clung to him, heavy with river water, and he made a beeline for the fire’s warmth, the flickering flames offering a precious respite from the cold.

“Trust is one thing, Arc,” Skywing called after him, his tone playful as he casually padded to the shore. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you rob me of my sense of humor.”

The fire’s heat was a blessing. Arcturus crouched by it, his shivering form eagerly soaking in its embrace. His irritation flared as he cast a sideways glance at the gryphon, who was now approaching with a self-satisfied swagger.

“You used to enjoy these river swims—”

“N-not being tossed into a river colder than a silver dragon’s ass!” Arcturus’ struggled to say through chattering teeth.

“Spend a lot of time experiencing those?” Teased Skywing, as he checked himself over, lifting each limb under his methodical eye. When the paladin said nothing, he gave a mournful sigh, “Suppose that is an appropriate prelude, feathers, fur and flesh all properly rinsed, not a trace of blood to be found, same goes for you.”

“I can’t believe you bloody… tossed me into the river, are you mad?”

“Just having a bit of fun, and you were being difficult.” The gryphon gently nudged him with a wing, giving the man an honest smile, “You used to like that sort a thing a spell ago, fun.”

“Fun?” Arcturus’ frustration simmered as he shook his head. “What you call fun nearly froze me to death. Must we continue with this game? Can’t we just have our discussion without all this pretense?”

Onyx ears fell back, “I was attempting to lift the weight of our conversation, to allow for a moment where we could pretend that things weren’t so dire. To give us both a chance to remember what it was like before everything changed.” His gaze hardened as he gestured to the beak and brush in the sand. “But if you prefer to cut through the facade and address matters directly…”

A pang of guilt gnawed at his gut, perhaps that had not been the best way to go about this. He bowed his head, “Apologies.” His voice was lowered, sheepish, “I thought you were just fooling around. Had I known…you realize with how soaked you are…this is going to take ages.”

“You’d be surprised of that.” Skywing replied, sweeping his pack closer with a wing and plucking out an off-yellow mana stone. “While not the preferred method on how to dry one’s wings, it will have to suffice.”

“Yet another preparation?” Arcturus grimaced at yet another mana stone.

Skywing, unfazed, touched the gem to his feathers with practiced ease. In an instant, the scent of fresh flowers enveloped the air, and the moisture that clung to him evaporated in a swirl of sparkling mist. With a grand flourish, he raised his head high, exuding an air of proud, regal dignity. “There we are,” he declared with satisfied sigh, gesturing to his haunches with a forepaw. “You may now begin… And while you’re at it, tell me—what drove you to release that dragon?”

“You must have read the reports—

“Arcturus,” Skywing interjected, his tone firm yet patient. “I seek your own words on the matter.”

He sighed and knelt by Skywing’s side, the brush working methodically through the gryphon’s black and white fur. “I was given orders to slay the dragon, the one I had come to admire. After his encounter with the townsfolk of Deet, the orders appeared just. Though when I saw him bound, heard his side of the story, it was clear the tales of his menace were greatly exaggerated. In him, I saw nobility, a creature that fit my oath to protect the innocent and uphold the weak.” Arcturus’ heart quivered, “He…fulfilled both these requirements and…I thought of what Selina might have said—”

“Selina.” Skywing murmured softly, his gaze distant yet tender as he leaned into the touch of Arcturus’ hand. Extending his wing, his flank twitched. “Even from beyond, her presence lingers… So, this dragon, you freed him, compelled by your sense of righteousness, and joined him on his quest.”

“He kidnapped me, actually.” Arcturus replied with a rueful smile.

Tilting his head with a quiet chuckle, Skywing’s gaze was marred with a hint of skepticism “And you’re sure this dragon was noble, considering his first act was to seize you?”

Arcturus nodded; a weariness etched into his features as he recalled their journey. “In the fairy realm, our distrust was tested by bizarre creatures and perilous trials. Yet, through it all, we grew closer. Our shared trials forged a bond that led us to escape, find our way to Trost and stumble across Lyndis.” He couldn’t help but smile, the dragon’s wings wrapped around gryphons as he joined in their drunken singing, “Terrible singer, but don’t tell him that.”

“You remind me of the fresh-eyed Lund I first met. I’d heard tales of the mighty Lunds—dragon slayers in their blood. Yet you were nothing like I expected. You were polite, humble, and not quite the brash warrior I’d imagined…”

“Sorry about the mountain.” He grimaced, his fingers working the brush through the gryphon’s black and white fur. “Lucky the shield didn’t rattle your brain.”

“I meant to speak with you about that.” The gryphon’s eyes were downcast, ears splayed as Arcturus gently caressed his white, fluffy chest. “If I had taken the time to question Garroth’s true nature instead of leaping at his word, none of this would have unfolded. I should never have placed my trust in him. I thought he was a man of honor, but it seems I was gravely mistaken.” His tail lashed at the dirt; frustration evident. “I had no inkling of the depths of his depravity.”

As he methodically stroked the brush through Skywing’s feathers, a measure of relief found its way into his touch. “If you were so disillusioned with Garroth, why ally yourself with Suntail? From what I saw, she could match him in ruthlessness.”

The gryphon’s beak closed with a sharp snap, his gaze avoiding Arcturus’ as the knight continued to work. “That assignment was far from enjoyable. Suntail’s cruelty was veiled beneath a mask of duty. She harbored a deep-seated hatred, though I suppose it’s fortunate that her wrath was directed at our enemies rather than us.”

“It sounds as if she and this Lich, Nigel, were of a kind. One that lurked within our kingdom, manipulating our monarchs into waging war on Rothdell while he stayed hidden.”

The gryphon let out a soft, hollow laugh, his eyes shadowed with disbelief. “The royal court wizard is a lich?! Surely you must be pulling my tail.”

“I wish it were so,” he said, his voice heavy as he traced the beak along the gryphon’s feathers. “Nigel’s influence seeped into every stone of Lumara and beyond. Even my own family wasn’t immune; my father placed his trust in him for gods sakes.”

“Gods,” the gryphon murmured, fur trembling under Arcturus’ touch. “I’ve only heard whispers of such dark creatures, the horrors they bring… It’s unimaginable that such evil could take root within our very walls.”

“Yet it did. My Umraadi, Crimson Sky, battled the creature with every means at his disposal—paw, spell, fire, and fang. He managed to best it only with significant aid.”

“Then it’s a relief to hear that the bastard was slain.” The gryphon’s eyes brightened momentarily.”

“But if I understand correctly,” Arcturus heaved a great sigh, “there’s a phylactery—a crystal holding the lich’s soul. My companion told me, long as it exists, the abomination can return and reform. It’s a dark mockery of immortality… a price paid with everything one once was.”

The pair grew silent as Arcturus continued to work; the tension thick enough to slice through it with a dragon’s claw. Eventually, Skywing cleared his throat, breaking the silence with a subdued request. “Continue with your tale.”

Arcturus began recounting his harrowing time with the Emerald Lady, her dominion over the Forest of Despair and the oppressive weight of her gaze. Skywing’s eyes widened as the knight described the anguish, the searing chest pains inflicted by her curse, leaving him at her mercy, utterly subjugated. Despite the darkness of the memory, thoughts lingered on Veledar’s defiant stand against a dragoness far stronger than himself. Had their feelings begun to take root even then?

Shifting under Arcturus’s touch as the knight moved to his other side, Skywing let out a weary groan. “I too had dealings with her,” he admitted, the strain evident in his voice. “Believe me, it wasn’t as charming as it sounds, dealing with such a formidable presence.”

An eyebrow raised as the knight pressed firmly against the gryphon’s flank. “You didn’t try to charm her? To win her favor?”

“I wished I could have, but it was more a matter of surrender.” He replied with a click of his beak, “While she was occupied, I managed to locate her temple. I gathered a team and confronted her, but she nearly slaughtered us all. It was only because she saw a place for me in her plans that I survived.” Eyes darkened with a heavy sigh. “I thought I was defying her by spilling the truth to Suntail and coming clean.” His ears played, a cloud falling over the gryphon as he sighed, “But in reality, I was only playing into her schemes.”

Was she watching this instant? Hairs stood on Arcturus’ neck as he caressed Skywing’s arms and chest. The gryphon had already begun to lean into the touch, gentle purrs radiating through the air.

“What choice did I have? She took my wing mates, used them as leverage against me. I had no option but to comply with her demands, caught in her web of manipulation.”

“And you were concerned about my actions.”

“What did she ask of you?” Skywing rose a brow.

Rubbing his chest, the ache returned, “she wanted to reveal the true soul of our people to me. I was shown the macabre realities of a fortress—the wretched conditions, the blood-stained lower quarters. The brutality inflicted upon the Drenedarian prisoners was horrific.”

Skywing’s feathers ruffled, his composure visibly shaken as Arcturus described the fate of those prisoners. “And the soldiers who oversaw these horrors... they cared nothing for the cruelty they dispensed.”

“There was more, yes,” Arcturus continued, noting the worry upon his beak. “And it was even more harrowing than I had anticipated. I thought Suntail was the epitome of malevolence.”

“More? What more could there be?”

Though Skywing had always been one to carry himself with high spirits, a strength that had weathered countless trials, Arcturus had never seen the gryphon look so haunted as he did now. As he recounted the horrors of Nigel’s vault, the silence between them became a void. The notes of dreadful experiments long since passed, the grisly effigies proudly displayed—it all weighed on him like a curse. His heart grew heavier with each word, every step retraced until he reached the mana stone machines. There, his voice faltered. His heart pounded painfully, the images of his friends' faces pressed against the glass, their screams echoing in his mind.

Arcturus grimaced, his hands trembling as he forced himself to continue. Skywing’s expectant gaze bore into him, the gryphon's breath held, waiting. “And they all knew,” Arcturus rasped, the words scraping against his throat. “Every twisted soul within that castle’s walls—Cornellius, Suntail, Garroth—they all buried this secret. Mark my words, that lich won’t rest until Rothdell is nothing but ashes.” He sagged, the phantom screams growing louder in his mind, merging into a terrible cacophony that drowned out everything else.

His knees buckled as the weight of it all crashed down upon him. He collapsed, sobbing, his hands clenching into fists as if to keep them from shaking. “I tried, Skywing,” he choked out between gasps. “I tried to save them… It was like that night all over again.” His mind reeled, visions of burning buildings flashing before his eyes, Geoffrey’s lifeless body cradled in his arms as he screamed for someone, anyone, to save him.

Skywing was at his side in an instant, his wings curling protectively around Arcturus. The gryphon’s comforting coo was a balm against the torrent of grief threatening to swallow the knight whole.

What breaths the knight took came in ragged bursts, tears blurring his vision. “No matter what I do, no matter what feats I accomplish, it’s never enough. No magic I learn, no victories I win, nothing can save the ones I care about.” His voice cracked, his chest heaving as he clutched his sides. “I ruin every life I touch—”

“Enough.” Skywing’s voice cut through his despair like a blade. The gryphon grabbed Arcturus by the chin, his feathers ruffled, eyes intense as they searched the knight’s tear-streaked face. “That’s the pain talking.”

Arcturus tried to look away, shame burning in his chest, but Skywing’s grip tightened. “How can you say that?” he demanded, voice barely above a whisper. “Look at the lives of those around me. Look at what I’ve done to them.”

“I said enough!” Skywing’s wings flared wide, the force of his words leaving a stunned silence in its wake. The gryphon’s breathing was ragged, his composure frayed, but he steadied himself, folding his wings back with a sigh.

“But now you see.” Arcturus wiped his eyes, “the lich, the death, the mana stones… It’s all why it needed to be done.”

As his feathers began to shake, it was Skywing who averted his gaze “It’s not that,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “You shouldn’t put the blame on yourself…”

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice laced with a wary edge as Skywing took a few steps back.

The gryphon’s ears drooped, the strength in his posture fading. “It wasn’t you who ruined their lives,” he said, his voice trembling. “It was me.”

“Wait-how- “

“Suntail.” The name left Skywing’s beak in a hushed, broken whisper. “I was the one who ordered them to be rounded up. She wanted to find you, and I thought… I thought she was going to interrogate them. I never imagined…” His voice faltered, the words choking him as tears streaked down his snowy cheeks. “Arcturus…” Skywing’s voice was a mere whimper, his wings spreading wide. “I beg of you… I’m sorry for being the reason you ache.” His tears dripped from his onyx beak, words faltering with every breath. “I knew it was dangerous to retrieve the crimson orb, but I didn’t go. If I had…” His voice broke entirely, the words dissolving into a pained whimper. His feathers quivered, as if a frigid wind had swept over him. “Selina would still be here, greeting me with that glint in her eye, Geoffrey would still be admiring you, chasing me around with that wide smile… There wouldn’t be this shadow, this emptiness in us both.” He lowered his head until his beak nearly touched the ground. “I’m a monster.”

Though he had played an unwitting role in this predicament, Arcturus could not see the monster that Skywing was insisting upon. Instead, he saw the trembling, terrified gryphon that meant more to him than anything else on this plane. He knelt, gently cradling Skywing’s quivering head in his hands, forcing the gryphon to meet his gaze.

“I thought you’d be furious with me.” Skywing stammered.

“I could never be angry with you.” Replied Arcturus, softly, caressing the gryphon’s cheek, “What happened…was a tragedy, but not once did I lay blame upon your wings. Hear me, it was that dragon, Dreadflame that is to blame, not yours. If you had been there with me, he’d have slain you too.”

Their foreheads pressed together; the cold night air filled with the mingled warmth of their breath. Skywing’s body trembled, a soft warble escaping him as he fought to keep his composure. They had found solace in each other before, their wounds tended in moments of shared silence, and this was no different—a fragile bridge over the abyss they both peered into.

Arcturus closed his eyes, the weight of past sorrows pressing against his chest like a stone. “Indeed, those days after their passing were dark, my friend. I was blind to the light around me.” His voice was barely more than a whisper, each word a painful reminder of his isolation, nights of booze, waiting for life to end him. “Part of me wanted to follow them to the other side.”

He pulled Arcturus closer, his talons gripping gently as if afraid to let go. “And that’s why I should have been there,” he murmured, “I should have been the wings beneath you, the strength you could lean on. But I wasn’t. I never visited, never sent a letter. Instead of staying at wing’s length out of guilt, I should have been there to make sure you didn’t drown in that sea of sorrow.”

The gryphon pulled away slightly, just enough for Arcturus to see the tears gathering in his sky-blue eyes. For a moment, they hung there, like drops of rain on the edge of a leaf, before they fell, tracing paths down his onyx beak. Arcturus reached up; his touch soft as he wiped them away. Skywing closed his eyes, a shuddering breath escaping him.

“Selina would have been rightfully cross with me.” Skywing whispered, his voice tight.

A chuckle left Arcturus, trying to lighten the heavy air between them. “Now I know this must be a dream,” he said, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Skywing crying twice before me? That’s madness.”

“Her passing haunts me as much as it does you.” he confessed, his voice dropping to a near-whisper as Arcturus gently caressed the side of his head. “You two were like my home. The festivals, the games we played, the stories we shared—they were the moments I cherished most. Your nest felt like my own. And don’t get me started on how she always trounced my team in gryphon ball whenever she got the chance.”

“Like that time she hurled the ball to the goal, and you tried to block it?”

Skywing’s ears splayed to the sides, and his tail thumped against the ground. “Vaguely.”

“Oh, I remember it well,” Arcturus teased, his smile widening. “You launched yourself to block her shot, only to find you’d misjudged your leap. The ball sailed straight into—”

“My balls,” Skywing finished flatly, his tone deadpan. “Yes, I remember now. Not my finest moment.”

Laughter bubbled up within, too much to contain, the sound brightening the darkened sky. “She was so distraught over you,” he said, ruffling Skywing’s feathers with a playful shove. “Made you meals for a week, didn’t she?”

“A month, more like,” Skywing corrected, the ghost of a smile touching his beak. “And then she made me scarves, little presents… You’d think she’d maimed me properly. She always seemed eager to have me make you sing.”

Cheeks flustered for a moment as he figured what the gryphon meant. “I don’t recall such songs.”

“Oh, you sang them,” Skywing retorted with a smirk that bordered on the mischievous. “They weren’t long verses, nor to any tune, but I do recall most of the lyrics involved grunts and wails of my name.” His grin widened, “I have quite the vivid memory.”

“Perhaps don’t dwell on them too much. You’ll work yourself up.” He scratched at the gryphon’s ear.

“Too late.” Skywing sighed, positioning himself closer to Arcturus, settling into a familiar, comforting routine. “It’s already begun.” He began to preen Arcturus’ hair with gentle strokes, the gesture as natural as breathing. His voice softened, “And how does your adventure end, Arcturus? I hope it has a happy ending?”

“Not quite.” Grimaced Arcturus, “I went and got my heart broken again.”

Skywing's gaze flicked to Arcturus, the gryphon’s beak quirking in a tentative grin. "Was it Lynalla? I could see you going for someone like that—charming, skilled. Or perhaps it was the sun-elf woman?" His voice dropped to a whisper, eyes narrowing with a playful glint. "Oh, don’t tell me it was the blue gryphon back there? Because you can do better."

A sigh escaped Arcturus as his hands fell to his sides. He stared up at the stars, their light indifferent to the turmoil churning within him. "The dragon." he admitted, the words heavy as lead. The countless souls of dragons, those his ancestors had forced to the stars, seemed to stare down at him with disdain. "Thanks to my legacy, what we had built between us shattered. It turns out, the last dragon my father forced me to help bring down as a boy was his mother."

A wing wrapped around him, pulling him close, shoving the man’s head against a comforting feathery prison. Skywing cooed softly, his talons kneading gently at Arcturus’ head in a comforting rhythm. "Arcturus, you couldn’t have known." he murmured.

Arcturus’ hands clenched tightly in Skywing’s feathers as the pain surged through him. "I wish I could have been there when he found out. Eased the suffering that came with it. Stamped it out before it could fester and grow." His voice cracked, raw with emotion. "But now it builds within him with each passing day… I don’t even know if I’ll ever see him again, let alone have the words that will be able to ease his pain."

"You fell that deep for him, huh? Stranger things have happened in this world. You said you love him?"

“With all my heart.”

“Then why in the hells are you here?” Skywing cocked his head with a weak laugh, “The Arcturus I knew would have painted him a lovely picture, singing his heart out for his love.”

“I don’t think he’d like what Selina liked…” He pictured the dragon utterly pleased at his likeness, tail thumping away at the tunes. “Then again…” He shook his head, “Have you forgotten I’m a fugitive?”

Skywing sighed, his feathers ruffling as he padded away to his pouches. His tail swayed idly as he rummaged through their contents. "Fair point. Though I think I was supposed to meet your dragon here."

“You what now?”

The gryphon pulled out a sizable tome, its leather binding wrapped in a clay-colored cloth, weathered with age and the unmistakable marks of dragon claws. "I was to give him this, I think. Told to gift it to whom I met here... Which I suppose now is you. After hearing your story and involvement with the Emerald Lady..." His voice trembled, the weight of the task pressing on him. "It’s clear it was meant for him."

Arcturus' breath caught in his throat as he stared at the book. It couldn’t be, could it? The very book they had searched and traveled for, right here in Skywing’s talons, as good as ever. "I thought it was destroyed," he whispered, his voice choked with disbelief. "Crimson said it was burned to a crisp."

"A fake." Skywing chirped, padding back over and sliding the tome into Arcturus’ grip. "The Messenger of the Emerald Lady gave it to us, said this was her task. Who knows why she cared so much to ensure that your dragon got his book?"

“Are you sure it’s real?” He ran a finger along the rough surface, tracing every bump. It certainly felt real. “I wouldn’t put it past her to- “

Skywing chuckled, a warm sound that filled the night air. "She said you’d say that." Settling down beside Arcturus, he nudged the knight with a wing. "And yes, I can attest to its authenticity. I imagine this will make a fine gift to mend the dragon’s wound?"

Was it that easy? Arcturus caressed the book, his thoughts drifting to the night sky beyond. It almost seemed too good to be true, yet here it was—Emerald Lady’s machinations at work. But the memory of their current quest, the danger that Lumara posed, weighed heavily on him.

“What’s the matter?”

"Just... thinking on my oaths." The knight’s gaze fell back to the book. "I don’t think this changes anything."

The gryphon’s beak clicked thoughtfully before he replied. "I think I disagree. If what you said is true, you gave your word to return this book to him, no? I would say that your oaths would demand it be finished and returned to him."

The answer was so plain, so simple, that it made Arcturus' heart leap in his chest. Without thinking, he sprang forward, wrapping his arms around Skywing’s neck in the tightest of embraces. Tears welled in his eyes as he pressed his cheek against the gryphon’s warm feathers, the comforting wings wrapping around him like a shield.

"There we are, happy human," Skywing chuckled, the sound vibrating through his feathers. "You sound like a gryphet on hatchday."

"Oh, you blasted, wonderful catbird!" Arcturus laughed, kissing the gryphon’s beak with tearful joy. "Why must you always be there to do such things?"

Skywing rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his beak. "Oh, you know, it comes with the territory—gryphon things and all that."

There by the fire, thoughts soared to the heavens, things to do, where to go, who would continue the quest he swore to see finished. After all, this would be in the opposite direction of where he suspected Veledar might flee, back to his home or that of his mother’s.

“I’m not sure I could risk it, even if we have it.” Arcturus lamented.

“Arcturus Lund.” Skywing clicked his tongue, “I can say with upmost certainty when you give your word you keep it.

"But it would take us in the opposite direction. We can’t risk getting caught. Most of Lumara won’t be as kind as you."

"True," Skywing murmured, his voice soft as he lifted his head and shook out his feathers. "But I’ve got wings, haven’t I? Just as swift as any dragon’s. I can fly you there myself. Besides, can’t your friends carry on with the quest while you go after your draconic love?"

“Fly with you?”

The gryphon coughed lightly, tapping a talon to his chest. "Well, you haven’t tried it before, and if anyone asks, I’ll just say I caught you. After all, it’s only fitting that I carry you from one love to the next."

"You didn’t carry me to Selina."

Skywing tossed his head back with a hearty laugh, his feathers fluffing with amusement. "No, but I was the one who nudged you into talking to her!"

“I don’t think that counts.”

Looking upon the book, words built and died in Arcturus’ throat as he contemplated the two roads before him. Was he truly returning the book because he gave his word, or because he wished to get the dragon back?

"And what if he says no?" Arcturus voiced his concern, his uncertainty clear. "I’d be wasting so much time—"

“You won’t find out by sitting here," Skywing chuckled, pulling Arcturus into a firm embrace. "There’s only one way to answer that question."

A smile crept onto Arcturus’ face as he imagined the dragon’s crimson snout lighting up with joy, the warbles and trills of happiness filling the air as he nuzzled against him. The doubts that had held him back began to fade, and for once, he allowed himself to believe that duty and desire could walk the same path.

"I see that gleam in your eye, Mister Lund." Skywing teased, releasing Arcturus and padding a few steps away. The gryphon’s wings unfurled slightly, and his tail swished from side to side with a playful energy before he flopped onto his back.

"The story’s finished." Arcturus laughed, watching the gryphon with a raised brow. "I thought you were done with the preening, too."

"That may be," Skywing sighed dramatically, patting his belly and kneading the feathers there, "but your work isn’t over. My belly needs some attention."

"We’ve played this game before, Skywing," Arcturus warned, eyes narrowing. "It always ends with you wrapping around me and launching a beak attack."

Skywing’s beak clicked, his gaze shifting away in feigned innocence. "And I fail to see the problem with that."

"Of course you wouldn’t." Arcturus shook his head, chuckling.

“I promise to do my best to resist such an urge.” He replied, his tail giving a gentle swish.

With careful movements, Arcturus climbed onto the gryphon’s torso, his hands gliding through the soft feathers as he began to massage up and down. Skywing let out a pleased sigh, his head lolling back as purrs rumbled deep in his chest. The peaceful moment lasted only a short while before Skywing’s eyes narrowed, the familiar glint of mischief returning.

"Skywing, no!" Arcturus shouted, but it was too late. He found himself ensnared by strong talons, the gryphon’s wings wrapping around him as Skywing coiled upon himself with a triumphant shriek.

"I told you!" Arcturus cackled as Skywing’s beak tickled him mercilessly. "I fucking told you!"

** * * * * * * *

Returning to inform his companions of the change in plans proved more challenging than Arcturus had anticipated. His friends, ever vigilant and loyal, had grown concerned when he’d vanished without a word. Following his tracks with the tenacity of wolves on a hunt, they had stumbled upon Skywing’s team. The sight that greeted Arcturus and Skywing upon their return was one of grim efficiency: Skywing’s allies had been soundly defeated, their bodies battered and bound in thick coils of rope. Lyndis, ever the picture of confidence, leaned casually against the subdued gryphons. Her rapier, already drawn, gleamed in the fading light, and a satisfied smile curled on her lips as she awaited their approach.

"Well, look who decided to join the party, Arc." Lyndis drawled; her voice laced with a playful edge as she pressed the tip of her blade just beneath Talonheart's beak. "Hope you and your feathered buddy had a good heart-to-heart. Now, Commander, unless you want this gryphon to sing a little higher, I suggest you let go of my friend."

“They best not be harmed.” Skywing warned, his gaze narrowing like a drawn blade.

“Not a bloody hair out of place,” Lyndis assured him, as she patted the fiery-eyed gryphoness between the ears. "We're all friends here, after all."

The fragile peace they’d managed to forge was already on the verge of unraveling before it had even taken root. Arcturus wasted no time in quashing whatever plan Lyndis had concocted to secure his safety. Though their skepticism was evident, the group listened as he recounted the events with Skywing, including the unexpected reveal of Veledar’s long-lost book.

“See? I told you Arcturus went off to seduce the commander,” Krotos chuckled, tilting his head with a proud, almost preening air. “And you thought it was absurd.”

“It was absurd.” Lyndis groaned, crossing her arms in exasperation.

“I would have gotten free if you hadn’t shown up.” Krotos clacked his beak defiantly.

“I don’t think that was what you were doing there mate and knowing gryphon anatomy, you’d have been stuck for a bit.”

“For god’s sake we didn’t become involved with one another Krotos.” Arcturus groaned; his cheeks red as the gryphon went on about how his seduction would have worked. “We just had a talk, worked things out, and he even brought some good news. We buried the hatchet, that’s all.”

Krotos chuckled, his gaze laced with skepticism. “Oh, sure. Everyone just takes a leisurely stroll by the river, spends a few hours, and comes back looking all satisfied without anything else going on.” His feathers ruffled with a chirp. “Seems plausible.”

“We didn’t.”

“Right,” Krotos said, rolling his eyes. “Happens all the time.”

Lyndis gave Arcturus a skeptical look. “I’m glad you’re all chummy with him, Arc, but I’m not about to drop my guard. The bastard might just be playing us, waiting to hand us over to that bitchy inquisitor of his.”

Arcturus sighed, gently lowering her blade. “He means what he says.”

“Arc- “

Meeting Lyndis's gaze, Arcturus maintained a firm tone. “We trusted your less-than-savory friends when they came asking for help. I ask you to do the same with Skywing. Who knows, you might find him agreeable.”

Cheeks flushed; the words weighed heavily on her brow. She grunted and sheathed her blade with an exaggerated harumph. “Now that’s just bloody unfair using my own words against me.”

“How so?” Arcturus chuckled.

“Cause I can’t argue with them!” She tossed up her hands. “Alright, I get it. You and Skywing have had your heart-to-heart. But what’s the plan now? Are we supposed to keep an eye on the roost while you two lovebirds take off?”

“Aye, he’s quite the bonnie birdie, nae doubt.” Merlia rubbed her chin, her eyes gobbling Skywing up, “Can see why ye’d want to be ridin’ him.”

“See?” Krotos fluffed his wings and clacked his beak. “There’s no way they didn’t—”

“Look, you don’t need me.” Arcturus rested a hand on Lyndis’ shoulder, ignoring the salacious catbird, “You can handle this lot for a few weeks, can’t you?”

“Suppose so, they’re not the worst bunch.” She replied softly, “Just won’t be the same, losing the dragon and you. Believe it or not, this bunch was the funniest adventuring party I’ve been part of-”

“If everything goes to plan- “He gave her a gentle nod, “I’ll be bringing him home.”

They shared a soft laugh, neither one wishing to say goodbye. Lyndis was the first to punch him in the shoulder, “You better. You’re not half as much fun without that dragon of yours around.”

“Yay, we’re getting dragon back!” Feku jumped for joy, nearly slicing Talonheart’s cheek as she began cutting the prisoner’s free.

** * * * * * * **

The next morning came swiftly, and the two groups gathered together, their spirits lifted by the previous night’s revelry. They laughed heartily as they recounted the hilarity of the brawl from the night before, each retelling adding new layers of exaggeration to the tale. Rations had been shared and songs were sung, their voices blending in with a harmonious chorus beneath the star-filled sky.

Arcturus’ dreams had plunged him into a realm of stark unease. In the shadow of towering, treacherous peaks, Veledar, his dragon, loomed. Great sapphire-like eyes were—feral and piercing—scanned Arcturus with an unyielding intensity, as though searching for some hidden threat. He’d been fraught with primal dread, unsure in these moments what choice his dearest dragon would choose. With a swaying tail the tension lingered, until a deafening roar had shattered the night, snapping him awake.

After the morning spells were prepared and a shared breakfast enjoyed, it was time to depart. Arcturus had always loathed goodbyes; they left a bitter sting on the soul, a lingering fear that they might never meet again. In his reluctance, he had left the farewells until the very last moments, donning his armor and reciting his oaths with mechanical precision. Veledar occupied his thoughts more than usual, the knight striving to steady his breaths and temper his hopes, unwilling to let them soar too high.

“Don’t keep us hanging, alright?” Lyndis said, dropping down beside him and thrusting a rolled-up map into his hands with a determined look. “We’ll be in Nearon, but don’t think we’re going to sit around twiddling our thumbs. So, make it quick, the Lumarian patrols won’t wait forever, and neither will we. If our calculations are right—”

“They’re always right, you know,” Merlia said, crossing her arms with a huff. “You’ve got plenty of time to get your paws on Loverboy and meet us there!”

“May the gods keep you safe out there,” Arcturus replied, “But don’t trust the roads entirely—keep an eye out for any ships.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep doing what we’re bloody doing,” she snapped back, rolling her eyes. “You’re not our mum, Arcturus. I know how to stay out of sight.” She stood up, stretching her limbs with a practiced ease. “Goodbyes aren’t my strong suit, so just make sure you bring him back, alright?

“I’ll do my best.”

“Don’t think you’re getting off that easily.” Her smirk was playful but edged with threat. “I’ll have to hunt you down if you don’t.”

“Then I’ll make sure to bring him back,” Arcturus said with a chuckle, “or else I’ll be dodging a seasoned adventurer.”

“Focken right.”

Merlia’s eyes glistened with a mischievous twinkle as she meticulously fastened Krotos’ harness and saddle, adjusting each leather strap with deliberate care. The gryphon posed with an air of regal elegance, seemingly showing off to Talonheart and the other gryphons. “Ah, how romantic, lad,” she said with a dreamy sigh. “Chasing after your love, listening to your heart. It brings a tear to me eye! I only wish I could’ve been there to see the whole thing!”

“You want to stalk them?” Krotos raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Didn’t realize you had a taste for—”

“No, not stalk them, ya daft bird!” Merlia interrupted, shaking her fist. “But to witness one of life’s rare, beautiful moments, one that’s pure and untainted by—” She paused, struggling to find the right words. “Well, you know. Something worth cherishing.”

“Exactly, stalk them.” Krotos said with a ruffle of his feathers and a chirping laugh. Only to be stopped by a light smack to the head.

“Now listen up, Arcturus,” Merlia said, “When ya see that red dragon of yours, make sure you give him the biggest smooch you can muster!”

She wagged her finger at him, brow furrowing. “Then, once you're all cozy and well-acquainted, you give him a solid punch right under the tail!” She slammed her fist into her palm for emphasis. “As he’s quivering from that, you look him dead in the eye and scold him like a wee babe. Tell him ol’ Merlia’s gonna shove her whole quiver up his tail, deep enough to make him walk funny for the rest of his days!” Her stern demeanor softened into a friendly smile as she opened her arms wide. “And don’t forget to tell him we miss him. Now, come here and give me a hug.”

Merlia nearly crushed Arcturus in her embrace, sobbing into his chest as she whispered something about how quickly they’d all grown up. He patted her back, laughing softly, though inside he shared the same sentiment. These were not the faces he’d once imagined, yet they had firmly secured a place in his heart. Even if their paths never crossed again, the memories they created would stay with him forever.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a reassuring grin, “with any luck, we won’t be out of your hair for long.”

“See to it that you don’t,” she replied, wiping her tears away with a snuffle. “You don’t realize how much you miss the thrill of a fight until it's gone.”

“You enjoyed fighting with him?” Arcturus teased, watching her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realized what she’d admitted.

“Shouldn’t have said that.” she huffed, shoving him gently. “Now don’t you go telling the dragon about this! No need for him to know we’re shedding tears over him or that his antics were ever amusing.”

“You just said you missed him.”

“Miss him, not weeping over him!” Merlia insisted, her hands firmly planted on her hips. “If he comes back, he’ll never let me live it down!” She furrowed her brow. “Don’t you dare tell him, or I’ll be writing it down in me book!”

The thought of Merlia adding this minor infraction to her book of grudges brought a wry smile to Arcturus’ face. He assured her he would do his best to keep her secret, though he knew if the dragon managed to pry it out of him, there was little he could do. With a final nod, he bade her farewell just as Asterion appeared, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the knight.

“You fought well,” Asterion rumbled, his grip in the handshake nearly crushing. “Korde would have been honored to count you among his warriors. I trust that Thor’s weakling didn’t corrupt you with her pitiful deity?”

“No,” Arcturus chuckled, noting the competitive glint in Asterion’s eyes as he glanced at Merlia. “I wish you success in your quest to restore your honor.”

Asterion’s stern exterior cracked with a rare smile. “A path has appeared where none existed before. I look forward to your return, along with the dragon.” He swelled his chest and thumped it with a fist, “And should we not meet again, die well, my friend.”

“Die well.” Arcturus echoed, mirroring the gesture.

From his pouches, Asterion produced a hat, a blend of crimson and red orange, clearly hand-knitted with care. His eyes sparkled with pride as he pressed it into Arcturus’ hands. “For your trip to the mountains. May it keep your head warm in the coldest of climes.”

“I’ll cherish it.” Arcturus promised, tucking the hat away.

“See that you do.” Asterion grunted, then turned to join Shandalar’s carpet.

“You seem to have made quite a few friends.” Skywing remarked, his voice carrying a note of warmth as he approached, the saddle on his harness making him stretch his hind limbs.

“It’s hard not to,” Arcturus replied, “It’s like those days in Rothdell, connecting with souls that resonate with yours, only to part ways too soon.” Noticing Skywing’s irritation as he nibbled at a leather strap, Arcturus asked, “What’s the matter?”

“I haven’t worn one of these in ages.” Skywing grumbled, stretching his limbs beneath the saddle and padding a few paces. “Don’t worry, I’ll adjust to it again.”

“You’re telling me you anticipated this and brought a saddle?”

“Frostbeak.” Skywing gestured towards the crème and teal gryphon, who was already mounted bareback by his husband. “They’re accustomed to each other. I doubt Powerfeather will fall.”

“Arcturus! Arcturus!” Feku’s bright sapphire scales flashed as she scurried across the camp, clutching a roll of parchment with fervor. She came to an abrupt halt, breathless and eager.

“I’m not leaving yet,” Arcturus chuckled, watching her with amusement. “What’s this about?”

“This!” she declared, shoving the parchment into his hands. “For the dragon!”

Unrolling it, Arcturus found the page adorned with broken common and enthusiastic praise for the dragon’s scales. Several drawings depicted lewd acts that made him blush furiously. “What are these?”

“Reasons for come back!” Feku gave a proud grin. “Say more pretty things, he come back!” She placed her hands on her hips, her chest puffed out in satisfaction. “Important bits have doodles!”

Arcturus’s brow furrowed as he scanned the doodle-filled page. “All of them are covered in doodles.”

“I know!” Feku beamed, bouncing on her paws. “That’s the best part!”

Sighing, he tucked the parchment into his pack and gave the little lizard a heartfelt hug. She insisted he promise that the dragon would come back, and upon his agreement, she let out a joyous screech and dashed back to the others, singing the news.

“Don’t worry I no hate when you bring dragon back, I make song for both!” She gave a wink, “You lucky!”

Arcturus smiled, touched by the genuine concern and affection of his companions. The last to wish him well was Shandalar, who approached with a dignified grace. Her hands were clasped behind her back, and her gaze was cool but kind.

“It was fortuitous that we met in the city,” she remarked. “You performed far beyond my expectations, despite the emotional attachments and distractions.”

“Just proves you can’t dismiss them, no matter how illogical their contributions might seem.” Arcturus replied, shaking her hand with a genuine smile.

“Indeed, we’re in agreement there,” Shandalar said, “I do hope we can continue working together in the future. Though I previously stated we’d fare better without him, having his strength would not be unwelcome.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him you want him back. I’m sure he’ll find that amusing,” Arcturus replied with a wry smile.

Shandalar’s laughter was hollow, lacking true mirth. “However, I must ask you for the book.”

“You know I can’t give it to you,” he sighed. “It belongs to Crimson Sky. Even if your intentions are noble, taking it would be nothing short of theft.”

Her expression hardened. “You’re gambling that he will allow us to borrow it. That book could prove invaluable in understanding what Nigel sought within that dragon’s hoard.”

“I’ll make sure Crimson knows how significant it is,” Arcturus said, resting a hand on Skywing’s saddle. “I gave my word to return it, and that’s what I intend to do.”

She sighed, “I suppose I should trust your assessment.”

“Shandalar,” Arcturus said with firm resolve, “if we start justifying our actions under the guise of the greater good, we’ll become no better than Cornellius and the Uniter.” He gave her a final nod, wishing her well.

Skywing fluffed his wings, assuming a ready stance as he called to his team. “Alright, the air beckons us gryphons. Time to heed the call!” He glanced back at Arcturus, the white and black catbird quivering with anticipation. “Ready, Arcturus?”

Nodded, Arcturus steeled himself.

“Alright then! Lady Lyndis, take care. I hope we meet under better circumstances next time!” When Lyndis flipped him off, Skywing chuckled, taking off with a powerful bound.

The gryphon sprinted across the field, his wings beating with force as he launched into the sky. With each powerful stroke, they climbed higher, breaking free of the forest canopy and into the open expanse. The wind whipped through their hair and feathers, but Arcturus felt an exhilarating thrill. He let out a jubilant shout, which was met by cheerful chirps from Skywing and shouts from behind.

As he waved farewell to his friends, Arcturus set his sights on the distant mountainous horizon. There, he could almost envision Veledar standing vigilantly, his presence a beacon of hope. He could only hope that when they found him, the dragon would be willing to listen and offer the understanding they so desperately needed to mend their bond.