Dandan's point of view:

There were many things that I did not tell my father.  Things that were better not to know.  I hid from him, for many years, that my mother was disappointed with me.  "You don't even look like me."  And my eyes and skin did not match my father's.  "It was the main reason I married him!"  Nor did I bother to tell my father, that my mother had left of her own free will.  I caught her in the act of leading him away.  She pushed me away.  She literally pushed me away.

I said nothing as Lilleth led us to the ground below.  I found it rather alarming that she had to jump off and float down every time.  I was grateful that Mr. Hunter, Damien, had his own means of transportation to get us down.  He did not bother to ask for directions.  He simply kept leading us away from our floating city, as if we were all fleeing.  What happened next....

Our lower city level, the place that we called home, had a terrible explosion.  It began to crumble away and fall to the ground, falling in it's fiery ashes.  If I had stayed, I would have died with them.  We stand here now, gazing at the rubble of all that remained.

"You knew?" asks my father.

"Yes," says Damien.

"So what happens now?" I ask.

"What happens next," says Damien, "is people from the now bottom layer will fight to get to the top, and the people from the top will continue to fight to keep the others down at the bottom.  They will continue to lose their floating layers, one by one, until there is nothing left."

"Shouldn't we do something to warn everybody?" asks my father.

"And Theodora replied, 'I will die in my purple robe,'" says Damien.  "They have known about this possibility for years.  The ones up top.  They never bothered to tell the ones below them.  If they prefer to die in the skies, let them."

"Won't anyone come to the ground for their safety?" asks Lilleth.

"Most people are too afraid to come to the ground," says Damien.  "And the few that do, the majority will not survive the night.  They will be robbed and murdered for their riches.  Others will fall victim to the rats in their sleep."

"What about the floating gardens?" asked Lilleth.

"Those gardens will last the longest.  They will float to the ground rather than outright fall.  Eventually, they will simply become part of the scenery, and help spread the wildlife and foliage that was once here."

"You mean they won't even try to stay there?"

"No.  Everyone assumes that dirt is dirty now.  The majority anyway.  Others will assume it has already fallen like the lower level.  Though...there may be a scarce few that will go back to say goodbye, not really expecting to live, that do."

"When the gardens finally sink, won't the rats destroy them as well?" I asked

"Not if those twins have anything to do about it," says Damien.

"What do you see?" asks my father.  "Are they dragons too?"

"Yes," says Damien.  "Wind dragons.  One controls hot air, the other cold.  They have the capability to make terrible tornado storms if they ever chose to."

"But don't dragons have a gift alongside their element?" asks Lilleth.  "You are an Earth dragon, and your gift is healing."

"Their gifts are logic and intelligence," says Damien.

"That explains why those limbs worked so well," says my father.  "And looked so realistic."

Lilleth and I both took off all of our jewelry pieces.  None of those things were worth dying over.  We threw them off on the ground, and Damien's personal hover craft took us to Lilleth's directions.  We floated for a while at a high speed, and then had some interference when we were all stopped.  It was because of Lilleth and me.  We were women.  They intended to steal the hovercraft, kill the men, and keep me and Lilleth.....  The ground began to shake.  Damien was getting angry.  But none of us could predict what happened next.

"DO NOT MAKE THE WITCHY WOMAN ANGRY!" Lilleth shouted out. 

Her voice does not sound as her own, but otherworldly.  She begins to float above us all, her white hair standing out in every direction.  She goes higher, and her mouth opens.  A ball of light comes out, it rises over her head, growing in brightness and strength.  It then sets lightening bolts out, all at the same time, incinerating the bodies below us to ashes.  She floats back down, gravity taking hold of her hair.  Damien holds her by the shoulders to steady her, when she would have fallen down.

"WHAT....THE HELL....WAS THAT?!" asks my father.

I am in too much shock to say anything myself.

"Our wish dragon has lightening abilities," says Damien.  "Though I do not understand why you are so surprised.  She already showed her abilities up above."

"But not to this extent!" says my father.

"But we never had problems to this extent," I say.

My father says nothing.  He simply looks back up above.  Lilleth, meanwhile, looks like she is about to cry.

"Let's go," she says.

We say nothing, allowing her to lead us.  I can tell that Damien wants to comfort her, even as she keeps him at a distance.  My father continues to be lost in his thoughts.  Eventually, we come to a place that looks like yet another pile of rubble.  We step off of the hover craft, and before our feet even touches the ground, the twins appear.  I didn't even see where they came from.  The male takes my hand and helps me down.

He and his sister are almost as pale as Lilleth; but their eyes are a bright, violet color.  Their hair has a different texture, more like my father's.  They kept them tied in tightly knit dreadlocks.

When we were off of the platform, it began to fold in on itself, growing smaller and smaller, until it was nothing left but a square that could fit in the palm of Damien's hand.  Just before he was about to put it back inside his pocket, he allows the female to examine it.

"You may keep it," Damien days.  "I can see you will study this technology and make great use of it."

Father, meanwhile, is looking around in utter shock and almost despair.

"You live here?" he asks.  "People actually live here?"

Lilleth hangs her head down in shame.  The twins approach my father.  The female, was Lyla her name?  She takes him by the hand and leads him away.  Her brother, Blake, follows. 

Damien looks at Lilleth, who still can't bring herself to look at him.  He looks back at me, and there is a silent understanding between the two of us that I should remain with her.  I say nothing as they leave.  I simply hold her hand and wait for her to take the lead.

She takes me to a hole in the ground.  I can see that once upon a time, this was part of an underground sewer system.  And yet, somehow she managed to make this place into a home.  Tiled walls and floors.  A corner to make herself clean.  We sat on a colorful rug as she set out tea.  There were cracks here and there on her mismatched dishes.  And like the level we came from, he tiled walls and floors were simply thrown together from other discarded items.  She in spite of that, managed to make a grand design out of it all.  Yet she could not appear to find the value in herself, of her own sense of worth.

"I know this is nothing special to return to," she says.

"I have nothing to return to now," I say.  "I am grateful you are allowing me to stay."

Lilleth looks at me with the dawning of a new realization in her eyes.  I am now homeless.  She reaches for me and holds my hand.