An Apocalyptic Invasion

we take a trip to a talking cave

To make the day more fun, we decided to go to the Whispering Cave.

According to Phyline, it's where dragons in the olden days used to communicate with their ancestors. They reside in a different part of the same sky Catwing ancestors do.

"That sounds cool," I said. "We should definitely go there."

"Didn't you say you had a plan for these humans?" Scryion asked, lifting up the cage.

"Yes. I think we should let them go."

"What do you mean 'let them go?'" Flihkfhur echoed.

"Exactly what I mean. I think they've proved that they can survive with no food or water."

"In other words, the experiment is over," Phyline said.

"Bingo."

My other siblings shrugged. "The little rats have proved themselves. I agree to let them go."

"Although I was upset at first, I can admit that I find it a good idea. I second it," Flihkfhur said.

Fhlotleph thirded it, Ghitpethal fourthed it, and Trihtleph fived it. "Okay, as soon as we get to a good spot in the trip, I'll release them."

Scryion gave the cage to me, and I looked inside of it. "Hear that? It's your lucky day- you're getting released."

We took off. We were soon gliding over lush forests that covered the mountains.

"So where did you say the cave was at?"

"It's by the sea side," Ruline said. "Like, it's in the side of a mountain, right next to the beach. It's easy to miss if you don't know where to look."

"Wise words," I said.

"Thank you." He nodded gratefully at me.

Some seagulls flew right in front of our noses. Taking the opportunity for free prey, we dove after them.

The humans in the cage almost flew out of it, but it was thanks to the bars that they didn't. We soon caught up to the seagulls, and as we snapped our jaws on to them, it suddenly occurred to me that we were about to hit the water.

I yelped and frantically spread my wings, barely brushing the surface with my paws.

Ruline, when he noticed he was about to hit it, changed his trajectory so he would fly up instead of down.

It was only me and him who got close to it. The rest were still in the sky, hovering.

"That was a close one," he said as we flew back up to them.

I silently agreed. It was a hot day, and even though the sun would soon dry the water out of my fur, I still don't like being wet if I could help it.

Phyline and Flihkfhur decided to have a little tussle in the air. Phyline dove at my brother, who dodged him and smacked him with his long tail.

The rest of us, knowing that colliding with either of them could end in disaster, wisely moved out of their way.

"Are we close?" Ghitpethal asked.

Ruline squinted. "Uh... I think so? We're going a different way- one I'm not that familiar with."

"So what you're saying is that we basically have to wing it," Fhlotleph said.

"Basically, yeah."

We watched some dolphins jump out of the water, spinning in the air before diving back down.

"Spinning dolphins," Trihtleph said. "I've heard of those but never got to see them."

"They're common in these parts," Kuione said. "Especially during the summer."