Iaras narrowed his eyes slightly, then huffed lightly and agreed that everyone needed at least a few hours of sleep. He lowered his head down to Fela's and nuzzled her cheek. The black gryphon stirred but remained asleep. The gryphon king closed his eyes, and let a light sleep creep over his mind.

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Sevens sighed with content an leaned into her mate, sure in the fact that she was safe now. She yawned, then laid her head on Fletcher's shoulder and fell asleep.

Natagath occasionally glanced over at Iaras as he tormented Agatha in flight. Normally the Rider would have put a stop to such cruelty but after what she had done to Fletcher and his family, and given the fact that she had ratted them out to Galbatorix, resulting in himself and Violeta almost getting killed, the elf decided to turn a blind eye to it. Once the palace came into view, he contacted his dragon.
We're almost there, Vi. We'll be landing in a few minutes.

Violeta replied back, We'll be waiting!


Fletcher could hardly wait to see his children. He flapped his wings faster, eager to land. No sooner had the gryphon touched down in the palace, Tas came running over to him with an excited squawk.

Momma! Daddy! You're back! the gryphonling chirped happily, nuzzling his father's front legs. Fletcher held Tas close to his chest and whispered, "I missed you, Tas."

The gryphonling purred gently as Fletcher held him close.



Natagath climbed down off of Fletcher's back and walked over to Violeta who was waiting nearby. He couldn't stand to be away from her for too long. The elf wrapped his arms around the lightning dragon's neck.
"It's good to be back together, Vi."

Mirriana smiled happily as she watched everyone being reunited, but she felt a pang of sadness as well. She had nobody to come home to. True, she had her brother and his new family, but she really wanted a mate of her own, and maybe someday hatchlings as well.

Sevena glanced back at her daughter to check that she was secure, then followed Iaras out. She glanced at her mate, nervous about what the sudden call was about, before any of them had even returned home.

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Keia glanced down and tilted her head. Sure. I might be able to put in a word or two as well. she pulled in her wings and descended until she flew slight above the group. She heard a threatening hiss and looked over to see the glittering form of Sam, glaring at her. She blinked calmly at the water dragon and snorted softly. I intend you and your friends no harm. she murmured, then glance away and flew on at a measured pace.

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A few long minutes went by and a bright glow could be seen on the horizon. Iaras increased his speed, impatient to reach the city. They were deep in the mountains and, as he had predicted, the winds were rough here. Cistra came into sight almost abruptly, just suddenly it was there as they flew over a low mountain. Zaflen was no slouch when it came to beauty and finesse, but Cistra was perfection. And huge. It was probably three times as large as Zaflen was. Gryphons flew here and there, some with supplies strapped to their backs, others with Tamens riding them, and a few that carried nothing. The town was bustling with activity, even from this height Iaras could tell there was a market currently under way. The streets were wide and spacious, and made from a type of blue-grey cobblestone, and seemed clean. The roads leading up to the Inner City were guarded by Tamens, but not in the threatening way some would expect. Iaras could see that the guards were playing with some of the gryphon children, admitting people by every once in a while by visual verification and a few exchanged words. The Inner City, by comparison, was even larger, and grander in the building. The Palace, however, was the attention grabber. Huge, gleaming, and imposing, it dominated Cistra with it's bulk. Iaras glanced back at the others. High King Tylon isn't particular about how you greet him, a dip of the head is fine, a bow appreciated. He doesn't like being called by his title, sir Tylon is fine by him. he said quietly as he found the huge half circle balcony outside the anti-chamber. He landed lightly, his talons making surprisingly little noise on the polished marble.

Tylon glanced back at the group from the corner of one eye. My position is dangerously precarious at the moment. My claim to the high throne is held in question. This Council is to determine whether I keep it or not, and it goes to the next most eligible in line. he explained shortly, then looked ahead. There was another set of double doors, which opened. Upon opening a roar of sound came through like a wave from the ocean. Voices raised in anger, shouting, threats, screeching. It was deafening. Tylon drew himself up and roared with every fiber of his being. He looked carefully around the room, as the ringing from his roar faded into utter stillness. The tension in the room could have been cut with a knife. The high king swung his head around to a stone grey gryphon that sat on his haunches at attention beside the great throne that looked big enough to seat three gryphons. Kelir, fetch food and drink for our newest guests. Something tender and small for the younglings too. the gryphon wasted no time with words but simply bowed and left to carry out his order. Tylon looked about the room once more, his gaze meeting those of the kings or queens that he knew opposed him. Silently, he padded to his throne and lightly jumped the small ledge to the thin blue cushion that was the only protection his legs had from the cold hard marble. A small light and dark brown gryphon stepped forward, his ice purple eyes scathing with hatred. Younglings are not welcome to be present at Councils, you know this High King Tylon- he protested, but Tylon cut him off. My grandchildren are always welcome wherever they wish in my home, King Midas. Is that understood. he said calmly. The male blanched and stepped back, nodding. Very well. the high king glanced at Sevena, who seemed stunned, and in that look was a deep apology that he could not voice. He also noticed that Iaras's beak and the skin around his eyes had gotten very pale. He looked away again before anyone else noticed. Who here wishes to speak first? he asked. No one spoke, then a small black and brown female stepped forward lightly. Tylon relaxed. Here was a strong supporter. Queen Tala, please proceed. he said, dipping his head in permission for her to speak.

Queen Tala lifted her head high and scanned the room of gryphons coolly. High King Tylon has always done what is best for this country, working for the good of many instead of one. For two hundred years we have prospered, because of him. How do you repay him? By backstabbing and cheating, manipulating, stealing. Disrupting the system that he has carefully built over the last century. And now you wish to take him down and put one of you tyrants on the throne? Pardon me for being blunt, but the only one out of you bunch that I trust on this throne would be myself or King Iaras. her voice was like chips of ice. King Midas, the one that had protested the presence of the younglings, spoke up once more. And you speak of us being shamed, you would put King Iaras up there? he scoffed. A low rumble became audible, and several heads turned to where they knew King Iaras was standing. Queen Tala gave the younger male a cold smile. Because, King Iaras would gut a featherless coward like you, Midas. she retorted. And he may be cold and ruthless when it comes to ruling, as I'm sure you've all noticed, but he is possibly the only male in the room besides High King Tylon that gives a flying rats tail about his people. King Midas's ears flattened to his skull and he stepped back, out of sight from the cold glare of King Iaras.

Tylon stepped down from the huge throne and padded lightly to Natagath. Now is perfectly fine, Dragon Rider. he said, dipping his head respectfully to the elf. He smiled at Fletcher and Sevena. Before I became King I was quite the traveler. I ventured to Alagaesia when it was at the peak of prosperity. he lowered his head to Tas and Vena, purring soothingly to them. He laid down on his stomach, resting his wings on the ground, and cocked his head at the two children. Vena was the first to venture forward, sniffing curiously. He prummed softly, then glanced up at Natagath. I'm listening, my friend. he assured, nuzzling Vena gently on her shoulder. Her emerald green eyes brightened and she pounced playfully forward, obviously forgetting what he was. He smiled, but kept one ear swiveled toward Natagath to show he truly was listening.

Tylon listened patiently to Natagath while he played a little with Vena. He smiled warmly at Tas, prumming softly in his chest. Yes, I am, little one. Your mother is my daughter. he said softly. Sadness crept into his eyes, and he looked away from the two gryphonlings, over to Natagath. Yes, I have heard his complaints for quite a while now. I have from all of the Kings, and Queen. There just is not enough resource to extend twenty cities. The Tamen may be our city builders, but we treat them as equals not slaves. They would be pushed to the maximum to finish the upgrades as quickly as possible, and the cities would have to be done one at a time, and that could very well take a few years at the least. Food and medicine... he trailed off and shook his head, pushing himself to his feet. Even Cistra, my own city, is having difficulties. There is a sickness that has consumed this country, spreading from city to city, lingering when it should have disappeared after a while. It drains our medicine supplies, and our food as well. I've done all I can, but it's hard to fight something you can't physically touch. he sighed, his wings slumping a bit with exhaustion.

Tylon nodded to Natagath, dipping his head slightly in respect. I thank you for helping my country in this way. The other Royals may not agree with it, but it is a sound plan. In some ways, we have grown lax. Content in our old ways. Change is good. he said quietly.

He then turned to Sevena, who was watching him carefully, studying him. He leaned down and nuzzled the male gryphonling, Tas, purring his his throat. I can see you have many questions, my child. he said softly. Sevena glanced at her mate, and he knew they had communicated privately. He closed his eyes, and the sigh that dragged it's way out of him seemed to add years to his appearance. My sweet darling, please...do not hate me for abandoning you to Iaras. It was safer for you to be with a known, merciless King, than remain here and be killed because of your heritage. he hid his words from the young ones, not wanting to upset them. He glanced to Natagath and the three dragons. Would you mind taking the little ones for a tour of the palace? I must speak with their parents privately. You will be together again soon. he soothed the young ones, purring gently. I have something important to talk to them about right now. Perhaps when you are a few months older, they can pass on my information to you.

Tylon sighed heavily and turned away, walking a few paces away from the mated gryphons before stopping and staring at nothing. Your mother's name was Gala Rea. he said softly. We were mates for nearly two hundred fifteen years before we had our first clutch. I had been High King for fifteen of those years. There were four eggs. Nearly unheard of. Usually only one or two, possibly three. Never four. Only in legend has there ever been four eggs in a clutch. he paused and shuffled his wings. Three of the four hatched. All male. Two of them hatched at nearly the exact same time. The first we named Rajin. The second and third, hatched at once, Jang and Gin, respectively. However... he looked up. Rajin was assassinated when he was five years of age. The killer got away. Gin was next, on the day he turned eleven years. Jang, my last, breathing son, was killed on his thirteenth year of birth. Three years passed, and Rea was unable to conceive again. But, we had never discarded the fourth egg. On the third anniversary since Jang's death, it hatched. Tylon turned around, and his eyes gleamed with a soft, sorrowful joy. And out came this beautiful female. Rea was ill by this time, but wished you to be named Sevena, after her grandmother. I did as she wished, for if I had defied her it would have pained her greatly. the high king lifted his head and looked at Sevena in the face, seeing his mate in the shape of her ears, the color of her eyes. And I also knew I had to protect you from the same fate as your brothers. So I let Rea bid you goodbye, and I spirited you away from Cistra to the smallest possible City in all Tenya; Zaflen. There I gave you to a family to be raised. I had no idea that Iaras would choose you has his personal playmate and servant. I took you away to protect you from the throne, from me, to allow you to be normal child, grow up, learn from your mistakes, no pressure to be perfect or impress peope, or the constant threat of death hanging over your head just because you are my daughter. I'm...sorry to see that I've failed. he said softly and looked away. A moment passed, and then he felt something touch his shoulder. He glanced, and saw Sevena. You did not fail me. My life was hard, yes, but if you had kept me here, I would not have found my mate, Fletcher, or had Tas and Vena. I thank you for giving me the family I have today. she murmured. The purr that rolled from his chest vibrated his whole body. He extended one wing and folded it around her, pulling her close in its warmth. He looked at Fletcher and smiled. My dear boy, thank you for taking care of Sevena.

Tylon nodded to Fletcher, his smile widening. I am very glad she has found such a faithful companion in you, my son. It is a rare gift to feel the touch of true affection. he murmured. He turned and nuzzled his daughter, then Fletcher too, though briefly. Sevena purred, then pulled away. We should get back to Tas and Vena. she suggested. He nodded in agreement, and cast out his mind in search for the gryphonlings and their companions. His eyes narrowed when he sensed the other company they were keeping. Post haste, I'm afraid. Midas is with them. While somewhat of a coward, he hates children, as you discovered earlier. No telling what he'll do or say, knowing they are of my blood. Come, this way. he took off at a steady trot that would let them reach the young ones in a couple minutes.

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Sam glanced around at the surroundings, keeping at eye on King Midas and being wary to keep her body in between the young ones and the male gryphon. Her eyes narrowed to cat slits when she saw him, just barely, glance at them from the corner of his eye, then away again so fast she thought she might have even imagined it. But she knew she hadn't. He knew they were there. Sam glanced at the other two dragons and huffed softly. Try listening in. Midas knows we're here, I saw him glance at us very briefly. My ears are suited for underwater, you should hear clearer than I can. she said privately to them.

Midas glanced at the group once again, willing his feathers to stay still, before continuing to speak. Tylon is blinded by his power and by his family. He isn't doing what needs to be done for this whole country. Help me remove him from the throne; I'm the only Royal with no family, my City is only slightly bigger than Zaflen. Kill High King Tylon, High Queen Gala Rea, and these new strays he's dragged in. Just like before, with his three sons. The sniveling worms. And now we have a chance at his disappeared daughter. Come on, they're all together in the palace, if we move now we can still catch them. he growled. A few of the Tamens nodded in agreement, and a couple gryphons too.

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Tylon picked up the pace, but still made it try to seem like he wasn't rushed, no matter how much he wanted to sprint. Faster, he urged. I'm getting a bad feeling in my stomach.

Natagath listened in on the conversation with silent interest, relaying it to the others that were with him, except for the two gryphonlings. Violeta promptly forced herself to suppress the urge to pounce upon Midas and his minions and show them what for. They had threatened her friends and she vowed they would pay.

Natagath turned to Sam. Sam, go find Queen Gala Rea and keep her safe! The rest of us will go find Tylon and the others. We can't risk a confrontation when we have Tas and Vena here!"

Violeta had already started off in the direction of the throne room, nuzzling Tas and Vena along with her.

[i]What's happening, aunty Vi? Tas asked curiously.

It's time to go back to your parents, little ones. Violeta replied, trying to hide the concern in her voice.

Fletcher sprinted as fast as he could manage. Tylon's words only urged him along faster. If anyone dared hurt his children, there would be hell to pay for it! Just a little further and he almost ran headlong into Violeta and Natagath who were on their way back to the throne room.

"Ah, just the people we wanted to see!" Natagath said.

Without bothering to wait for an invitation, he immediately shared the conversation he had overheard with the others.

Fletcher's feathers stood on end with anger as he listened to what Midas and his minions were planning.

Sam nodded to Natagath and took off at a run, nearly flying right past Midas and the group with him. She asked wherever she could for the location of the Queen in the palace, and finally after some convincing a young Tamen told her to search in the southern wing. She did so, her claws scratching and scrabbling at the smooth stone when she turned the corners. She found a set of double doors, plain dark wood. She stopped before them and hesitantly nudged one open. Within was plain, with a floor to ceiling mirror on one wall, a window, a few cushions, and finally a huge nest bed. In the nest bed was a large female gryphon, her plumage and lions fur as white as freshly fallen snow. Her eyes, which were open, were red. Queen Gala Rea was an albino gryphon. I had a dream that you would come, darling little one. she cooed.

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Tylon calmly looked at Natagath as the Rider explained what was going on, and he knew why he had gotten such a bad vibe. Everyone head to my personal chamber. That way, up the spiral staircase, third door, down the hall, double wooden doors. Go inside and stay inside until I come to fetch you. Quickly. Midas has an ability that even Iaras is wary of. he said urgently, keeping a lookout for the former.

Tylon made sure Fletcher, Tas, Sevena, and Vena were safely away before he turned to Natagath. Telekinesis. And a very deadly kind. You are a Rider, you know spells that can change something infinitesimal in your enemies brains to kill them. His ability...is similar. Except, no spell. Much like Fletcher, he can just...do it. I've had my suspicions for years that Midas was behind the murder of all my sons. I didn't mention before, but none of them had a single physical mark on them. It looked like they had had a heart attack, or simply dropped dead. he said. He nudged the elf with his beak, then took off at a trot. This way, my mate is in the Southern Wing. Before you comment on why we do not sleep closer, the Southern Wing is where the Royal Medic is. Rea has never fully recovered from her illness, and requires care at all times. It was easier for her to stay over here than force the physician to trek back and forth. Here we are. he stopped and pushed the doors open with his head. Inside he saw his mate, her snow white feathers gleaming softly and her fur soft as flower petals. She lifted her head weakly and prummed. He padded forward and nuzzled her shoulder. Did Sam explain to you? he asked softly, and she nodded, her red eyes becoming anxious. Sevena, she is unharmed? And the children? she murmured. Aye, they are all in my personal chambers.

Tylon nodded to Natagath in acknowledgement, hovering beside his mate. He hesitated at Violeta's offer, but nodded slowly. Yes, you may. Don't kill him though. Just bring him to me. he said.

Midas snapped his head up. Instantly his eyes burned with cold fury. And what do you think you can do, pathetic, twoleg whelp!? he snarled. His tail flicked, and one of the Tamens, a female with a gleaming silver fur pelt, choked and grasped her throat. She coughed, and blood spilled over her bottom lip. The silver furred tamen collapsed limp to the floor, dead. He barely spared her a glance. Don't come any closer, miss sparks, or I kill another Tamen. he hissed venomously.

Violeta hissed, rage shining in her eyes. Have you ever seen what happens to an animal when it gets struck by lightning? Of course not, most people haven't. Let me give you an idea though. First, I'm going to send hundreds of thousands of volts of electricity coursing through your body! You'll probably soil yourself since you'll lose all muscle control, including the ones that control bodily functions! Then the electricity will boil your blood and cook your internal organs like a roasted chicken! Your eyeballs will explode and your feathers will go flying off in all direction while your flesh sizzles and burns! I've seen this happen enough times and I can tell you it's not pretty.


"And if you do it, I might just cut off a few of your limbs while dragging you back to Tylon. After all, he said he wanted you alive. He didn't say you had to be all in one piece!" Natagath snarled darkly.

Despite his threat, he quickly pondered which spell in his vast arsenal to use to resolve the situation without further bloodshed. First he placed a ward around the second tamen to protect them from Midas's powers. Then, without warning, he unleashed a jet of air to push the tamen away from Midas. As soon as the hostage was out of reach, Natagath snapped his fingers and a wall of fire shot up from the floor to the ceiling, blocking Midas's path or retreat and preventing him from reaching the second tamen again.

"Nice try, but you still lose." Natagath snapped. "Now, are you going to give up or are we going to have to hurt you?"

You threatened my family! I'm sorely tempted to just fry you right where you stand, gryphon! Violeta added.

Midas opened his beak and hissed, cold fire lighting up his eyes at the threat. Tylon doesn't deserve the Throne! He has been High King for too long! I've younger, fresher, stronger. A new generation to lead the new populace. he sneered. He flared his wings and took a step toward them, flexing his talons on his lifted forefoot. Two against one. I don't like the odds. And I don't mean for your favor. he sprang a second before he finished speaking, screeching angrily, and beat his wings to increase his speed, slashing Natagath's chest with his extended talons.

Midas sneered at the pathetic elf and twisted, lunging for the wall. He touched down, then lunged again for the floor and took of sprinting around the corner. He only had one thought in mind; strike at Tylon in any way possible. He knew the dragon couldn't fly, not in the palace, and it wouldn't be too fast either with its bulk. Natagath was only on two legs, elf or not, so losing both of them shouldn't be a problem. Now, who would be the easier target. He knew Gala Rea would be guarded by Tylon himself. But the other four, the mates and their children...they would be easy prey. He increased his speed, raising his head to scent the air. He caught the sweet cinnamon smell of the strange female, Tylon's daughter. Sevena. He hissed and twisted down a side hall, following the scent. It led up a spiral staircase. He almost literally flew up the stairs and through the door. He lashed his tail and skidded to a stop in front of the double doors. His eyes gleamed coldly. He crouched and sprang, forcing the doors open. The little ones were no where in sight. Neither were the parents. He hissed again and circled around, roving the room with his eyes. His ears flicked as he heard a rustle of feathers, the faintest scratch of talon against wood. He turned and met the furious mother gryphon that lunged at him. He reared up and beat his wings for balance as she snapped at him. She screeched with fury and reared up as well, her talons clawing at him. He sneered and sprang, slashing across her throat savagely. She choked as blood soaked her feathers down her chest. Her eyes were wild with anger and fear, and her wings beat furiously as she collapsed onto her side. Midas grinned maliciously and turned slowly in a circle, his eyes gleaming coldly. Who's next.. he murmured.

Sam glanced at Mir and then peered around the corner to the fight. Honestly I don't think he needs help. He's doing just fine on his own. she said, watching the fight in awe as Fletcher literally flew at Midas in a rage.

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Midas backtracked when the male came into the room, shaking his head madly to get rid of the buzzing in his ears. Talons managed to rake into his face, scoring over one eye and blinding him with blood. He screeched with fury and retaliated, lunging for the male with his talons outstretched. He dodged or twisted mostly from the attacks except for the few that were too fast, then he simply moved enough to lessen the impact. He hissed venomously and opened his beak, Screeching furiously to disorient the male.

Midas hissed in agitation as the elf burst into the room, and redoubled his efforts to take down the male gryphon. He squawked and flailed his wings uselessly as he was thrust into the wall from a burst of the elf's magic. He lay still for a moment dazed, but glared with hatred at the elf who held his sword at his side directly over his heart. He hissed savagely as the dragon came up and placed it's paw on him and jolted him with electricity. He began to laugh, the sound wheezing from his chest painfully from a few broken ribs. He smiled coldly. If I die, then the identity of the assassins I have deployed to kill Gala Rea, Tylon, and the two hatchlings will remain unknown. And don't try to take them from me mentally, your mind will be shattered in the attempt. he laughed, madness whirling within his eyes. He looked at the fallen female gryphon and sneered. Your children deserve to die, they are unfit, untried. he ignored the pain and twisted himself to his feet from under the dragons paw, holding his hind left leg up awkwardly to keep his weight off it. As he spoke, Sevena glared at him with fury in her gaze, but as he watched her eyes became more glassy, unfocused, and her breathing was ragged. He cackled madly. And, only I have the antidote for the poison that I lace on my talons every morning.

Midas hissed savagely and glared at Natagath, his eyes filled with a cold, dark hatred. He half raised his wings and squawked at the dragon, his feathers bristling madly. He scanned the group with his gaze, fury in the slow, precise movements that he made. My quarters here in the palace, East Wing, second floor, fourth door on the left. Beside the nest is a flat stone, there should be a clear bottle with a bright red liquid. You need only one mouthful. he sneered coldly, a menacing rumble building in his chest.

Sevena purred softly at her son, her gaze warm. I'll be fine my dear, I promise. she murmured, lifting her wing weakly as he pushed under it and laid close to her with his head on her side. Vena crooned worriedly and joined her brother, preening gently into Seva's feathers with her beak.

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Tylon lifted his head as he received Natagath's message. I'll call a guard for Gala Rea and be there shortly. he promised. He reached out his mind and summoned two gryphon guards that he trusted with his own life and a few Tamens so they could take care of any needs his mate might need. Once they had arrived, Tylon reluctantly left her side and went to Natagath. When he arrived his saw his daughter laying beside Fletcher, and both of their children under her wing. I'm sorry that he caused you grief. he said, gazing down at the young male gryphon. The eyes that looked back up at him were filled with cold fury and contempt for him and his family. He sighed. What to do with you... he trailed off and shook his head.

And allow him to plot away to his hearts content? No, he needs to remain close, but I cannot kill him. Bad political view if I did that. he said absently, tapping his talons on the stone. A glint entered his eye. Midas I remove your status as king and forbid you from ever taking up any title of royalty. To ensure this, I will send you to King Iaras, as his personal servant and guard. Be assured, he will not tolerate disobedience. the entire country knew how ruthless Iaras was to his underlings if they disobeyed him. Also, since your lands are the closest to Zaflen, I will give them to King Iaras as well. he whistled shrilly. Within moments a Tamen appeared and bowed to him. Tell King Iaras I have a surprise for him, and he is to meet me in the Throne Room in ten minutes. And tell Gaddin to bring some rope for this traitor. he looked down at Midas. Once the Tamen was gone and Gaddin had come to tie up Midas and take him away, Tylon smiled. Now Midas is no longer my problem. Since he is a servant now, if he disobeys Iaras enough or tries to attack him, and Iaras punishes him by death, it will not reflect badly upon me for taking down one of my known enemies.

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Seva purred softly and closed her eyes, the purr strengthening when she heard Fletcher murmur 'I love you' in her ear. She nuzzled his cheek lovingly, then yawned widely.

Keia blinked, not believing her ears. Her heart thundered so loudly in her chest it drowned out any other sound. Dead? she whispered. I'm free? Her talons gripped the ground hard, gouging the floor. Her aquamarine eyes filled with a very strange emotion. Her tail twitched. Suddenly she lifted her head and bugled with joy. Devil's swine, death is the least that you deserve. she crowed, her scales bristling all over with delight.

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Tylon nodded to Natagath. Of course, don't rush, take time you need with your country before adding ours to the plate.

OCC: DS4, I have plans for a non-canon RP. I was wondering if you'd be interested. PM me and I can give you the details.

"Celebrate in the morning. I'm tired." Fletcher exclaimed, laying his head back down.

Violeta curled up next to the wall and Natagath laid down beside her, leaning back against her side.

I suppose we will leave in the morning. the lightning dragon said.

Yes. It will be good to be able to fly over Alagaesia without fear of attack. It will be just like old times. Natagath replied mentally, closing his eyes.

It felt good to be free. He no longer had to hide. For the first time since The Fall, he could truly enjoy flying over his homeland. He could visit places that had been off limits and possibly even meet up with old friends. The possibilities seemed endless. Of course, there would be problems as well. There were still going to be those who were loyal to the Empire. And of course, there were going to be others who would take advantage of the power vacuum to try and take control. But still, the tyrant king had been vanquished. All of the fallen Riders and dragons had bee avenged. Natagath and Violeta drifted off to sleep, knowing that the souls of their fallen comrades would sleep soundly as well.

OOC:
Perhaps, I'm in a lot of rp's already as it is. @.@ I may let one or two finish before I join any others.

IC:
Keia glanced at Fletcher and Sevena sheepishly and apologized for her exclamation. She sat back and stared ahead, her mind frozen, uncomprehending. She was free. She didn't have to live in fear that Galbatorix would hunt her down and recapture her again and break her to his will, or capture and kill Lean to break her. She had to find Lean as soon as possible and tell her the glorious news. She closed her eyes and bathed in the simple warmth of true freedom. She reopened them again, sadness shadowing her happiness like a sour taste in a seemingly sweet apple. The people of Alagaesia would want her to pay for her crimes. She lowered her head in sorrow. She still wasn't truly free. She gazed out of a window into the stars outside. She did so for several long hours, before finally coming to a conclusion. She laid down and rested her head on her forepaws. She would go with Natagath, and let Eragon and Saphira pass judgement over her. It would be the only fair way for her to be punished or pardoned. She closed her eyes, and slept.

Keia relaxed and dipped her head gratefully. Yes, thank you. she said quietly. She glanced behind her at the others, then raised her wings and launched into the air to follow behind Violeta. Anxiety still churned in her stomach, but she knew this would have happened one day or another. She released a breath and looked ahead, letting a calm roll over her. Whatever happened now, she was free from Galbatorix forever.

OCC: I was thinking we should wrap this one up soon. It's been a lot of fun but I would like to focus on the upcoming Gryphon Rider rp.
Mirriana joined Fletcher and Sevena as they watched Natagath, Violeta, and Keia depart. Mirriana sat silently for a while before speaking.

Fletcher, recent events have had me thinking... I think it is about time for me to set off on my own. I want to find a mate and start a family of my own.

Fletcher looked at his sister curiously.

Mirriana continued to explain, You are the best family anyone could ever want, but the time has come for me to make my own way in the world.

Fletcher nodded, a bit of sadness in his eyes. "It you change your mind, you're always welcome to stay with us, Mirriana."

Mir smiled and nuzzled her brother lovingly. Thank you, Fletcher. I suppose I'll wait until we leave here before going my own way. I want to spend some time with Vena and Tas.

Fletcher nodded once again. "You'll do fine, Mir. You've grown strong and wise. Any male gryphon would be lucky to have you for a mate. You have a good heart. Just remember, we're your family and you'll always have a home with us."

It saddened him to here Mirriana say she was leaving. However, he supposed it made since. She was grown up and needed to find her place in the world. Still, to him, she'd always be his baby sister.

Mir looked at her brother and Sevena. [i]Thank you both for being such a wonderful family. No matter what happens, you'll always have a special place in my heart.

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Sounds good to me.

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Sevena purred and gently nudged her sister-in-laws shoulder. Thank you for welcoming me into the family. she murmured back, her eyes gleaming softly.

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Blank....bleh. >.>

OCC: My last post of this RP.

Mirriana smiled. Of course, Sevena. Fletcher is fortunate to have you as a mate. I just hope I find someone who is as kind and caring.

Mirriana turned and made her way over to Tas and Vena and lied down besie them, wanting to spend some time with them before she went off on her own. Since thing had calmed down after last night, there would be time for everyone to relax before heading out. Mir figured Sevena and Fletcher would probably want to spend some more time with Tylon and Gala Rea and she was willing to remain with them until they decided to leave. For now though, she was just content to relax with her family. The past couple weeks had been a living hell, but now it was finally over.