The kingdom of Nightfire was an amazing place, filled with dragons of all tribes, as they took in anyone and everyone.

Though...they didn't usually take in zombies.

Dragons fled out of the huge place, a massive flood of scales pushing past each other to escape the Kingdom Of Nightfire. Panicked, loud voices filled the dark sky, making the scene all the more horrifying.

Tao blinked dust out of his eyes, trying to concentrate on making sure his tail didn't scratch anyone in the huge crowd while also trying to make haste. He supposed he should focus on his tail more, as the mob pushed him forward with enough force to count as walking. He tucked it closer to his back, rapidly glancing around over the colored heads of the subjects.

There.

He closed his eyes, taking a risk and charging through a small empty spot between a tall deep blue SeaWing and a plump RainWing. He made it through, trying to drown out the terrified noises of the chaotic world around him. The place he had chosen was a vast boulder that the rabble had to steer around. He quickly set down the now slightly damaged notebook onto the ground, taking out his small quill that he had hastily dipped in ink before running with the rest of the Kingdom. He flipped to the most recent page, scanning the scratchy writing. Nearly finished.

The hint of a somber look filled his grey gaze as he finished the note.

No. Not a note.

A warning.

He pulled his wings closer to himself as though hoping it would give him comfort,  listening to the stampede of dragon talons around him and wondering how he could even feel the slightest bit of hope during this. Now the final part, delivering it. Tao wrapped the notebook under his arm again, leaping into the air and heading straightaway for the forest that he had wandered through for so long, searching for the perfect place.