"Listen, Quill," Mom said silently, holding my sobbing face in her delicate hands. "You have to fly, okay?" Do you understand?" The ground shook again and screams erupted from above. "Bu-but Mom, I-" "Quill!" She yelled, shaking my shoulders. "If you don't go, all of us will die and there will be no one left." "But I-I can't fly." "You have to. Quill, listen to me, you must fly tonight."All Rights Reserved