As a dragon, I find this romantic as fuck AADIFTRAF

Tabeta

Iridescent silver wings fluttered high in the sky, carried by warm winds. Lance was gripping his brother to his chest as he soared toward the sunscorched island of Memoria over azure waves. Valkyon was asleep, tired from hours of holding on and deeming the endless ocean too boring to have to be awake for.

He dived down, clutching his priceous cargo and flapping his wings as he neared the shimmering sands of the beach.

The little dragons honeydew eyes opened up, sensing the end of his journey which was communicated to him via being dumped face first into the ground.

"Ough...." He groaned. "Laaaaanaaa!"

"Im sorry, I couldn't resist. Does it still hurt?"

"No, now something else hurts!" He pushed himself to his feet and went straight towards the trees. Lance trotted right behind him and headbutted him in the back, causing him to stumble.

"Uppie." Lance said, arranging his wings by his side. Valkyon scoffed, he's being harassed! Headbutting? That's so evil.... Either way, he obliged and climbed on his brother's back and held onto the backpack they previously maneuvered around his wings with great difficulty.

"Where we goin'?" Valkyon asked.

"Where ya wanna go?"

"Temple?"

"Fine by me."

They are both very quiet, Valkyon more so than Lance, but I would hardly consider them antisocial. They are glued to each other almost every minute of every hour, like they need each other more than air. They complete each other, like sword and shield, if one does not know, the other will surely help.

Right now, Valkyon hurt himself really bad. The corrosive magic of the Khaer has killed him, his body resigned to rot while his soul fails to escape it.... Sounds terrible, this is exactly how it ended for 'Pa.

His joints ache, although he'd never admit it, his head is filled with rocks, sitting heavily on his neck, his throat and stomach burn and he can't even bear the thought of eating anything. He had watched the same thing happen to his father, and he doesn't feel guilty about it anymore.

He thought 'Pa died because of him. He thought that it was because of all those times that he had to go hungry so his babies could eat, or because of the times he fought with claws and teeth to keep danger out of their little sanctuary and came back with bruises and cuts, he thought it was because of the fiery whiskey the young man drowned his sorrow and loneliness in. The work that never ended, day and night, all alone he toiled away on the fields of parenthood, knowing that if he fails.... He can't fail.

Valkyon thought he was the reason his 'Pa burnt out, but he can feel that it's not true. He understands, the Khaer magic is eating away at his many bodies, and he got stuck in one that's dying. That's about it...

He's smart, smart enough to not become a father at 15 and smart enough to never ever use Silagrea in his birthbody. That body is sacred, if that body gets contaminated, he ends up like Khanir.

Lance doesn't know where to go, but he can read the streets signs once they find the city, so he's alright. The hot white rocks under his feet cool down as he reaches shadow under mediterranean pines. Cicadas are deafeningly loud in their ears as they walk on the worn road that's completely covered in dry leaves. They're not entirely sure it's even there, but it's walkable.

On their way they go, to save Valkyon from this terrible end. Hopefully they'll find a way to free him.

...

Stupid nettles! Stupid poking weeds! To hell with this stupid ravine!

Naytili cursed as she cut her way through the thicket between the ruined buildings. Where the fuck is the demon graveyard? She's been looking for this island for ages, and finally had some luck when she encountered some grave robbers who were willing to part with some knowledge.