Drygonsky awoke to the sound of guards blowing there horns. Oh no... he thought as he lept to his feet and hid in a dark alley. "Hehe, thought we'd find you in a dark alley somewhere!" said an extremely buff, muscular guard. Drygonsky gulped and pretended to back away, frightfully. "You little coward!" the guard exclaimed, whacking the heavy mace into his palm. "I am not a coward!" Drygonsky yelled as he charged at the guard with his head down, ready to headbutt him. "Ooof" The guard grunted before he blacked out. Drygonsky sighed, "You're lucky I'm not as bloodthirsty as some people, I won't kill you while you're this harmless." Drygonsky ran all the way to the secret base he and his friend Athia shared. It was really only a small hut in yet another dark alleyway that was closer to the marketplace. "Hey Athia, are you still here?"

Amzela looked up from her reading. "Oh, hiya Drygonsky! No, Athia ran to the market to get something. Have any time to talk?" She just read somthing about a crazy man breaking into the Ditral Qu'ella Pub and starting a fight. She also read that a young female was there at the time and she had something in her hand. The girl was:

"Oh, hey Amzela. What are you readin-- Oh! Yeah that. I was there and I saw that. Who was the other guy besides the one who claimed to be your 'Servant' ?" Drygonsky asked as he bent down and shuffled into the little hut. "I wonder why Athia is taking so long. I do hope she hasn't gotten into a fight and gotten herself hurt... Sometimes that girl just doesn't know when to back off and give up." Drygonsky frowned at the thought of his close friend Athia getting into trouble. He thought he heard a noise outside the hut. "Athia?" He called."Nope," The same guard Drygonsky had recently beat up snarled. "It's me, I followed you here after I pretended to be blacked out. The guard sneered. "Well I'll just have to do it again. This time I'll really have to do something about you though, you know where our Secret Hideout is..." Drygonsky called. Suddenly the guard stopped smiling. He stared blankly at Drygonsky and then broke out in a wild run. Here goes... Drygonsky thought sadly, then he threw his dagger. At least he died quickly. Drygonsky reassured himself as he retrieved his dagger and cleaned it up. Oh well... he knew so he had to be desposed of. Drygonsky dragged the body over to the grass and buried him... He would go back to the Secret Hideout and await Athia's return...

Windrunner peered around the alley. "hmmm... I felt the dragonsong come from some dark alley around here. I think it's emanating from here." The
blue dragon whispered to himself as he peered into alley after alley trying to find the source of his master's dragonsong. I wish I were more experienced so I would be able to locate the source of my master's dragonsong. Windrunner sighed as he rounded the corner to find a small hut with the dragonsong flowing out of it. "Drygonsky?" The dragon called, "Are you in here?" After a couple of seconds, a young man came leaping out of the small hut. "Windrunner? Oh hi, you're finally here. I called you here because I desperately need to tell you something!" The young man called. Windrunner leaned in closer to him to hear what he had to say. The dragon twitched an ear as if to tell the young man that he could start."Okay, go ahead Drygonsky, I'm ready to hear what you have to say."

Amzela looked outside the hut and gasped. There was a full grown dragon, all blue. "Geez, Drygonsky, where did you get this?" Amzela sighed. "Drygonsky. Get Athia to come home and met me in the Driltar Qu'ellar Pub at mmm.... 7:00 tonight. I've got enough money to get us a meal."

You wish you could control me there.

Grr... Amzela heard. I'll be there tonight. With Markus. And Greysa. And Luces.

Luces?

Yeah, that's right. Luces. I'll come for you alright. I'll redo you.

What about you, Drygonsky? She 'spoke' in Drygonsky's mind.

You can hear everything I'm saying. Try saying something back to me.

Don't do it, Drygonsky. Don't do it.

"Windrunner, thank goodness you're here! I haven't seen Athia for days, but I told her to come back as soon as she possibly could. I think something has happened to her, and I can't go to see where she is myself, because Amzela here," Drygonsky remarked as he gestured towards Amzela, "Has just recovered from being badly poisoned." Drygonsky told Windrunner. "So could you please be so kind as to see to where Athia is and what condition she is in?" The dragon nodded slowly. "Yes I think I could manage it, but don't get your hopes up too high. You know that since I do not know her exact location I will just have to search as well as I can. I will try as hard as I can Drygonsky, I will also come back with her hopefully as soon as possible. Farewell my friend." The dragon called over his shoulder while he beat his large leathery wings and lifted off and started to glide towards the horizon. It was nearly
twilight and Drygonsky yawned. It had been a very long day. "Good night Amzela!" he exclaimed as he lay down and fell slowly, and gently into a long, dreamless sleep.