Jet's POV
As I sat around waiting for Angel, I hummed a soft song she always sung. She told me it was called, This is Gospel. I stand up and look over the cliff. The war looks as if it ended. All the remained was a flaming boat. A flaming boat? Isn't that for a Viking funeral? I glide down and look around for Angel. 'Angel' I call, loudly. No response. I trot to where I saw her last. Only one thing remained. Angel. I gulp and run over to her. "Angel" I choke out. She looks at me. "It's okay. I'll be okay" she tells me. I blink away the tears in my eyes. "Remember. I'm always here" she gestures at my heart. I nod and lay my head on her chest. "Mom, is that what I think is" I hear. My head jerks up and I see a humans, male and female. I growl slightly and jump in front of Angel. "Woah, Woah. I'm not going to hurt you" the male says. I snort then feel a slight tickle in my neck. The bewilderbeast must have taken control of the dragons. I sit down and stare at him, probably making him uncomfortable. He backs away then gets closer, holding his hand out. I stand up and fly away. Idiot humans thinking they can train me. I land on top of the mountain and see something strange.
