Harlequin and Wynter were gliding through the forest, hands grasped together as if their emotions and feelings for each other were out in the open.
Their dragons were sending signals there way on how to find them. They were even deeper in the forest. Their vast bodies blending into the trees except their eyes were too bright not to see. They were like ghosts, shadows of the world.
Once the two humans found their allies, they could sense something was wrong. The feeling of happiness fell from all four of them. Harlequin and Wynter, their hands fell from each other's' grasp. Fingertips barely touching.
The two shadow creatures slowly laid onto the rough forest ground. The cracking, smashing, and crumpling of leaves, tree branches, and animals caused Wynter and Harley to move in closer as if to get into a small spatial area with their companion to allow whispering.
"My dear, Harlequin..." Igirre started. She was hurt to tell him. The war. The death.
"We must talk to you two about the urgent events happening around you." Fundor spoke slowly but hesitantly.
Wynter started to feel scared.
"Igirre, please continue." Harlequin
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Shadow
FantasyImagine, waking up and feeling the cool spring air on your smooth face when you step outside to feel the weather. Then a shadow covers the sun and you look up to see what could possibly cover that much sky. That was once Harlequin. These shadows no...
