Our Planet has Crashed [COMPLETE]

sixty nine - Wings of Fire

Leaf POV:

"I still don't get it," Daffodil grumbled. 

Honestly, neither did Leaf. 

"Well," Violet said. "Ivy certainly know something that could potentially lead to the Invincible Lord's—as we think Ivy might be telling us—reign over us all."

"See?" Daffodil whispered to Leaf as Violet examined the letter again. "As annoying as she is, Violet is the real nerd here,"

"I HEARD that!" Violet yelped. 

As the two girls argued for the fourth time since that morning—it was still only 10 a.m.—Leaf gathered the drawings again. The dragons were what caught his eye. There was a yellow dragon that looked suspiciously like Jerboa, two of those Sea dragons (were they the ones in the hut too?), a black dragon—a black dragon!—that was lying on his side in what seemed to be a cave, then finally another black dragon that was huge—Leaf knew because he took up four pages glued together—although that dragon had silver scales like those Ice dragons up north on his sides. Odd.

Then he noticed that on the biggest dragon's portrait, there was a year, scrawled in Ivy's tiny handwriting. Barely noticeable. Leaf squinted, putting the paper up close to his face. It looked like . . . . No, that was impossible. That year . . .  the birth year was something like two thousand years ago, and the death . . . it wasn't yet marked. How could a dragon live for over two thousand years?

"What'cha looking at?" Daffodil suddenly bounded up to Leaf, making him drop the drawing in surprise. "Whoa, that's a big dragon."

"He was born over two thousand years ago," Leaf said, disbelief clear in his voice.

Daffodil and Violet snatched the drawing. They didn't seem to find the date. "It's in the corner," Leaf sighed, hugging Ivy's stuffed dragon to his chest. How come she didn't tell anyone about this yet? Why wait? Was she ever going to tell them?

Violet saw it first, and backpedaled away from the drawing like she would suddenly become over two thousand years old. Daffodil was still trying to find it. But by trying so hard, she only found more clues. "What does this say?" she asked, pointing at the same corner on the back of the papers. 

reklatskrad

"Is it some foreign language?" Violet wondered.

"We only speak one language here, unless Ivy created one," Daffodil said. 

"Wren speaks Dragon," Leaf said not too helpfully, since this was evidently not Dragon. 

Violet picked up another drawing, the one Leaf thought looked like Jerboa.

In the same corner, it read: aobrej

Daffodil examined the one of the black dragon in the cave while Leaf took the Sea dragons. "revomenots," she announced. Leaf read out, "eltrut" for the greener one and for the pale-blue-she-was-almost-pink one, "enomena."

Violet took out a notebook and scrawled down all the words. "Maybe it's an anagram," she said. "We just have to unscramble it. Come help me, you two lazy butts," Violet tore out four pages and gave two to Leaf, and two to Daffodil. When she saw that Violet only had to unscramble one, she started to protest—until Violet showed her that she was also examining Ivy's letter for more clues.

Leaf sat down at his desk, staring the two anagrams he'd gotten. It was for the two Sea dragons. He began with the shorter one. Seemed easier. He flicked his pencil in between his thumb and fore finger, getting faster and faster. What was eltrut supposed to mean?