Dorian The unknown war is about to begin

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The night clouds shifted beside Magnus as he slowly made his way. Coldness touched him as the dragon that he was sitting on made his way. Was he close to Worian? He didn't know the way, Zoralle did. She was deeply staring at the map like the map would come to life and tell her everything she wanted. Zoralle had that map since they have been to her house; she discussed with her mum about going to Worian ver deeply. She made sure she had everything needed in the bag she carried. Ren double checked it. They changed their clothes into regular ones, so people that people won't recognize them. Magnus wearing a sandy-brown shirt that went until his knees and a gauze cloth swathed around his head that was the same colour; he was also wearing the dark brown pant. Zorrale wore a light azure coloured dress that had a white arch-shaped cloth around the seam of her dress that she wore the first time Magnus saw her and Ren had basic black and orange clothes. As far as Magnus knew that only a few people know that King 'Xander had been poisoned. Magnus desperately wanted his dad to get well- so much that no one could ever understand. He had lost his mum was young, he couldn't lose his father. No, that should never happen. He had to find a cure.

'Are we there?' he asked his voice stern.

Zoralle looked up. 'We should be here.'

Magnus felt a tiny tinge crawl up his spine. That answer didn't really satisfy him. He needed medicine for his dad. He needed it to cure him.

'So you are uncertain?' Magnus panicked. He didn't come all this way leaving his dad to get lost. He didn't just disappear for his country to be lost here.

He looked at Zoralle who snorted and tucked a strand of hair in. Zoralle opened her mouth-

'We are here!' Ren breathed.

Zoralle looked at him and then at the direction he was looking at. Magnus did the same. Ren was right! Behind the dark mist, he could make out land that was floating above the water. Looking at it made him realize how high he was from the ground. Every time the back of his head made a point or an assumption, thinking what will happen if he falls. It annoyed him when he thought about the day he nearly died when he was on the dragon. The fear never really left his chest. He was higher there in the sky with the dragon (the same dragon that nearly killed him) a lot of distance away from land. When people were on land they didn't really worry about falling but obviously, when there were in the sky the panic increases a bit as nothing touched the land and gravity kept pushing them downwards.

He took a deep breath and told himself that he was where he wanted to be. The dragon was going at a slower pace. He could make out the dark land; he could see the edges of its dragon shape. People and maps and long lessons of history when he was young reminded him how perfectly shaped it was. People say it in the past there were five high-class wizards that turned it that shaped Eurian and Worian. They had designed Worian due to the famous fact that Worian has a lot of dragons and the theory that dragons were evolved in Worian.

He looked at the land that touched the ocean around it as if the dark black ocean colour was to highlight the outline of the country. It felt as if the country was like a piece of a game or a model. It didn't look real at all. The parts where the end of the triangular land- top wings that- that must mean they were near the head of the dragon, where a shade of light brown sand mixed at a point with water and then below that large space of sand that increased, were immense trees. Magnus could make out mountains below those trees.
'We are landing in the area of the trees,' Zoralle said looking where Magnus was.
Magnus suddenly felt like protesting that it would be dangerous. But he knew everything they were doing was dangerous. They had to hide. They had to be safe.

The wind slapped him again.

Magnus let out a deep sigh. He had to take any possible risk for his dad. For Eurian. For everyone. He controlled the reins of his dragon and pulled it back. The speed of the dragon increased, the sweat and tiredness of the journey were drying by the breeze. The dragon tilted with so much force that he felt like just more a more tilt could make him fall. The dark bushy trees came in view. The strong gale was burning his eyes as he closed his mouth tightly and looked in the front. His ears had hurt from the heavy air, yet still, he ducked and went for the trees. He made sure he slowed his speed. Leaves and branches hit him on the way he landed. His face was sore in pain. He rubbed his face and looked around. He had reached. He smiled. He was in Worian. Worian- the country that was impossible to get in.