I had been flying for hours. I didn't know exactly know how long but when I started it had been about 4pm the previous day and now the sun was high in the sky. I had no idea where I was but I saw mountains and what looked like a small cottage below me. I turned large, slow circles in the sky until I was low enough to drop to the ground and folded my wings. Usually I would dive down sharpely, reaching extreme speeds before slowing down and landing but my wings were sore and I barely had the strength to stand let alone fly any furthur. I stumbled into the small cabin and no sooner had I sat on the little straw bed then I fell asleep.

I woke up suddenly, fear playing with my senses. Where was I?? What time was it?? Where were my friends?? I expected my brothers or Thorrin and Reed to walk through the door at any time. But they didn't. It was then that I realised what had happened and where I was. I would never see them again and with that thought I started to cry.

It had been a normal day. I had been hanging out with my brothers and my two best friends. I remembered how my brothers had looked so determined as the warning siren had sounded. How they had been handling the rouges that were attacking the den, how Thorrin, Reed and I had been protecting the people. But now Thorrin and Reed were dead and I had to accept that fact. I rembered that they had gone to join the main fighting group while I stayed behind. I remembered hearing the frezied fight as I walked out to see what was happening. And finding them lying in matching pools of blood. Dying....