Mustang

Distant cousin with Firefly.
Might've met Schwalbe once or twice.

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It was the day when he finally got to rest. The eternal conflict had subsided. Enemies surrendered, and finally, the world can heal.

Splashing water disrupted his thoughts. It's noon, surely the sailors are just packing their items-

He was in shock to find a Dauntless drowning right outside the harbour.

It frantically flapped its wings, creating noise and attempting to float in desperation. The ever grasping currents of the oceanwere relentless, and kept tugging onto the struggling dragon. Instincts kicked in, and Mustang rushed to the pier, throwing down a rope for the drowing. He mustered all his strength and pulled the rope up once the dragon had its grip.

It is until both dragons were in safety, that Mustang realized.

No one was on the pier.

It's noon, and no one's on the pier. Not even a single ship docked.

"W-What's going on?" His concern slipped through his mind, and the gasping Dauntless coughed water out violently.

And there were only the calm ocean waves splashing against the barnacle-filled concrete.