Book 4 | Agent 34 and the Last Gem

Chapter 60 | Barjual's Flight

The Rebellion was in view of the island now. It was a truly magnificent creation, bringing sparkles to all of their eyes, something that hadn't happened in a very long time. The sweat on their forehead sparkled under the darkness, cooling down their anger in the flame which still burned inside of their hopeful hearts. The rebellion moved onwards, continuing towards their enemy.

It was all about to end. The outcome for this event was indeterminable. It was unnerving to know that Braunick still had a chance in this war and that his chances were greater than theirs. It was best to take the chance now instead of waiting and letting his strength grow and increase to make him unable to be defeated. He was not expecting an attack at this point which made it the best time to do so.

Thad marched in front of his army of the Zena, the Ar'guals, and the newly acquired werewolves. Every single soldier had a piece of either Destiny armor or the new Destigem armor atop their body, excluding the werewolves, of course. The dwarf was certain that those stupid skeletons could not penetrate his men.

The dragons flew above the army, watching the island in amazement as it sent shots of beauty into their eyes. It seemed to be impossible to accomplish creating such a thing and it seemed even more impossible for Braunick to do it. It was a shame that the three dragons would have to take it down.

"Venon?" Paöminar said, breaking the silence. His eyes darted towards his friend and back down towards the men below them.

"Yeah?" Venon replied.

"I–I'm sorry," the brown dragon choked. "This is all my fault. We wouldn't be here if I wasn't greedy and decided to make a deal with Braunick. Both of us would still probably be in our city and snuggled up while the sun was still in the sky. And most of all, Wímad wouldn't have been killed—"

"Stop," he barked. "This isn't your fault. None of it is. This is our fate, our destiny, and we must fulfill it. No matter how it played out, you would've made a deal with Braunick somehow and we all would've ended up here. Plus, those three were coming for Wímad in the first place and we simply interrupted their travels. The only person who had a say in Wímad's death was Lord Braunick. Now, the tables have turned and we have a say in his death,"

"Look," said Barjual to the two of them. "Thing is, we are here now and we can't change the past. Focus on the future and what Renya will be if we don't. Band together and—" the black dragon stopped speaking, glancing around in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Paöminar asked, slowing down his pace of flight.

The other two dragons spotted something up ahead. Scales flickered at them, wings flapping violently as the beasts came towards the three.

"It's a flight of dragons," Venon said with amazement.

"That's not just any flight of dragons," The black dragon smiled, smoke puffing out of his nose. "That's my flight of dragons,"

The dragons up ahead had roughed up and wet clothes covering every inch of their bodies. Their scales were all unique on their body, differing from dragon to dragon. The dragons were all different colors, no two dragons alike. Streaks of smoke trailed from their noses. This was either interpreted as a sign of anger or a sign of war. Venon didn't think this would go well but followed behind Barjual.

The group met in the center, stopping to explain everything that had gone down in the past three months.

"Barjual!" The blue one in front exclaimed. "I thought we had lost you!"

"No," he snorted. "There's no way an old coop like me will give up that easily. I thought I had lost you guys!"

"We lost a few in the battle," The yellow one in the back explained. "Zeyphr, Plator, Limìo, and Kay were all killed. We saw them die with our own eyes. Ryne, Tyo, and Wizman are missing. We didn't see them die and we are hoping they are still out there,"

"How did you survive in the storm?" Barjual asked, a giant smile creeping across his face and revealing his sharp teeth.

"We can ask you the same thing!" the orange dragon said.

"I didn't survive the storm," he confessed. "I went with the Zena to the Island of Death, which is what you should've done when I said there was no use to continue fighting,"

"We didn't want to run in a time of need," the blue one in front explained. "and we definitely won't run ever again. Are you preparing to face Braunick again?"

"Absolutely," Paöminar spoke for his friend. "We are going to kick his butt!"

"How did you manage to survive?" Barjual asked.

"We climbed under the rubble of the destroyed Zena and waited it out for a few days before a human found us and constructed giant clothes to cover our skin so we wouldn't get turned evil and we went looking after the missing dragons. We were unsuccessful in finding Ryne, Tyo, and Wizman, but we previously thought that Kay was alive as well until we discovered his mutilated body on top of a nearby mountain. We assumed everyone else fled back to our old home so we went there and found nothing. Now, we are just flying around Renya looking for something to do. Kinda boring to be honest," Blue said.

"I got something for you to do," Barjual told them. "Help us take down Braunick,"

"We were already on it. Been trying to do that since day one," The yellow one laughed.

"Okay, well," the black dragon stated. "These two dragons here are Paöminar and Venon. They've been with the Zena far longer than I have and are helping us take down that island once and for all,"

"Hi," Venon said to them, Paöminar also introducing himself.

"Paöminar and Venon, this is flight of dragons. These are the dragons I lived with all my life until I broke away for around ten years to join Thad and Harper. This is Táir," he nodded towards the blue one. "Drew," which was the orange one. "Nío," the yellow one. "and Liyr," the green one who had been mute their entire conversation.

"Glad to meet you all," Paöminar said to them.

"Indeed," Táir said back. "I will enjoy taking down our dictator with you,"