Dragonfly

My house was done two weeks later, and the moving process was much easier since I had literally no belongings. As it turns out, I'm an exceptionally good builder. So much so that Spectre let me keep the hammer I loved using the most! It has a dirty, blue handle and the head is made out of stone. He told me that he doesn't really need building tools. My house is made out of wood, with glass windows. Definitely made more as a home than a fortress. I invited all of the Skyrise countryside to a party first-thing. It was beautiful day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, it was perfect. However, Spectre never showed up, and soon enough, I knew why. Fox ran up the front steps, threw open the door, and started screaming urgently.

"Guys! I just got word! Spectre isn't coming!"

"What?" I asked. "He helped build the thing. Why wouldn't he want to come?"

"Why not?" Dawn asked.

"Where is he?" Oak shouted.

"The Shadows captured him and they took him back to their realm a few days ago!" Everyone looked at me.

"Why weren't you with him?" Songbird asked.

"I moved in to my house and assumed he'd be fine. He's a wizard, isn't he? He could've used magic to defend himself."

Everyone went silent. "Dragonfly, he refuses to use magic after a horrible accident years ago."

"Oh. Well, we have to get him back, don't we?"

"Actually, yeah! Let's go!" Oak shouted, grabbing his weapon. We poured out of my new house for the ShadowFall dimension.

"Wait!" Songbird called. "We need armor, don't we?"

"Oh. Oh yeah. Right. Yeah." We shuffled to Oak's house, since he had the best-equipped armory. Then, we went to ShadowFall.