In the heaven's

Chapter forty

Finally, after managing to convince everybody that the dragon wouldn't hurt them and instead decided to help them, they were in the air following the dragon, the sound of its wings beating along the air filling their senses. 

But it was clear that everyone had questions for Isadora and Lucian. 

"So, you two could somehow hear the dragon, but we couldn't?" Timmy asked, keeping his eyes trained in front of him, not wanting another reprimand like the one he'd gotten last time. 

"Apparently so. But the dragon seemed just as surprised as we were— if not more." Isadora said, furrowing her eyebrows as she recalled the dragon mentioning something about spells of the ancient blood.

"Tecna, what you do know about spells of the ancient blood?" Tecna quickly pulled out a small gadget a began typing away, but when the familiar sound of a buzzer filled the air, everyone quickly realized that nothing came up. 

"I can't seem to find anything about spells of the ancient blood. Can you give me a bit of clarification as to what that is?" But Isadora shook her heard before looking to her brother, who'd been braiding and unbraiding Flora's hair out of boredom. 

"I don't know what that is either. Maybe we'll find some answers back at the palace." Tecna, seemingly satisfied with that answer tucked her gadget back into her pocket, causing Stella to have a startling realization. 

"I don't know why I didn't think of this before! We need to get out of these thick winter clothes!" With a flick of her wrist, everyone who went on the mission to Domino from Alfea was back in their civilian attire, and Isadora never thought that she'd be so happy to see her boots again. 

In a burst of joy, the girls rushed over and embraced their blonde friend in a tight hug. "Thank you! I felt like I was dying in those snowsuits." Musa exclaimed, happy to be sweat free and back in her normal clothes. 

After being released from the grip of her friends, Stella ran a hand through her hair, a smile curling her lips. "Why of course, I wouldn't want my friends to sweat their lives away in those skintight winter clothes." 

After a few minutes of the girls simply conversing and the boys adding their commentary every once in a while, as a repetitive beep came from the control panel.

"According to the radar, we should reach Metis' palace within the next twenty to thirty minutes." A round of okay's sounded from the girls who resumed their chatter— mostly about how Isadora felt about seeing her home for the first time. 

"Is it ok if I'm not feeling one set emotion right now?" She muttered, which didn't go unnoticed by Musa, who stopped drumming on the armrest of her seat and quickly looked over to the brunette, who'd began fiddling with her fingers. 

"Of course it's ok. Emotions are kind of like music; if there's one specific instrument for a song, then the song won't sound very good. But if you combine multiple instruments and add in a few harmonies, then you have a masterpiece." 

Isadora snickered under her breath as she processed Musa's words. "I'm not sure how that pertains to my emotions, but regardless of the fact, thank you, oh so wonderful musical fairy." 

Jokingly, Isadora rose from her seat and bowed before her purple haired friend. "Why thank you, my dear." 

Musa put on a posh British accent before waving her hand in the air. "Now, leave my presence. I'd like to eat four golden geese— or whatever it is the other royals eat." 

Laughter echoed through the ship as Isadora tried to return to her seat, but when the ship came to an unexpected halt, she was carelessly tossed to the ground, landing on her back while her head hit the metal floor beneath her.