Wings of War - The Hidden World

~Epilogue ~

Wither scrambled to their den and collected the three navy eggs, he had said his last goodbyes to his wife and family before he fled from the traumatic scene, thousands of dead WiltWings lay on the ground looking up at the cloudy and gray sky with their dull and lifeless eyes. Wither saw a BeamWing charging at him and quickly took off quickly, the smallest egg fell from his claws in this swift act and cracked open, the baby dragonet wailing in pain. He looked back at it once more and the BeamWing impaled it with his tail, putting the dragonet asleep. Wither fought against the strong and gusty winds that tried pulling him back, he beat his boney wings towards the forest, as far as he knew, the BeamWings hadn't found out about the forest as it was a ancient place and the WiltWing Gods had once lived there. After hours of flying, Wither had reached his destination, the forest. He entered the mouth of a large cave and made a nest and fire for the dragonets to stay warm and protected, he knew they couldn't hatch on their own so Wither would be with them while the cracked their shells. Even though he would like to raise the dragonets, he couldn't, it was the law of the WiltWings, every dragonet had to hatch and survive on their own. So Wither stayed for a few months until they hatched and flew off, towards the tallest mountain. He perched himself at the peak and looked back at the forest. "Now I can be with you...my love." He whispered and closed his eyes, wrapping his wings around himself and stepped off the edge. He plummeted for a good minute or so then landed with a  sickening crack.