Rylan went to training one last time. Even though he was leaving, he felt strangely fond of everyone there. He now considered Freil to be his best friend, and even Grenel and Throg didn't seem so bad anymore.

He challenged everyone to a fight that day. He beat Throg, Protia, and Freil, but Kyla and Jorgen managed to get the best of him. Through his fighting, he wanted to convey a sense that he would miss them. But Jolt was more important to him. 

When he got home, his father was gone, presumably out hunting or gambling. Rylan retreived a sturdy leather backpack he used for training, and began filling it with supplies. He brought two changes of clothes, a needle and thread, a journal that he used for drawing Jolt, a large water skin, and as much food as he could fit in there. 

The house around him creaked and groaned. Rylan felt both relieved and sad to be leaving it. Relieved because he'd be away from his father, but sad because he did at least have a home here.

Finally, he tore a page out of his journal and left a note on the table. 

It read: 

Dad,

This is probably the last you'll ever hear from me. I found a dragon hatchling, and I'm leaving the Outcast tribe. You were never a great dad, and I'm glad to be leaving. I wish mom was here, and that I could tell her I love her. But now I'll never be able to. 

Ever since the dragon killing, I've wanted to get away. I'll never belong in this clan of killers. Don't come looking for me. 

Rylan

With that done, he pulled on his boots and coat, grabbed his axe and left the house. A sense of liberation fell over him as he stepped outside. He was getting away. 

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A half hour later, Rylan was pulling away the stone barrier to Jolt. As soon as there was enough room, Jolt sprang out, knocking Rylan to the ground. The Pyron squirmed under his arm affectionately, staring up at him with wide yellow eyes. 

Laughing, Rylan said, "You ready to be out of here Jolt? Cause I am." 

With that, he stood up. Jolt got off him, and sat patiently. He now came up to Rylan's knees. His yellow stripes were growing more bright every day, and his wings were now strong enough to allow him to glide for short distances. Rylan stroked him between his horns, then started walking deeper into the forest. 

The little dragon was curious about his surroundings, but kept close to Rylan as they stepped into the unknown. Together.