As the rain pours down, Song stands in the field of flowers. He can still see the markings of a fight. A fight that was neither honorable nor necessary. His eyes look right past it all though. In truth, he doesn’t see a thing. He doesn’t feel a thing. No, that is untrue. He is tired. That is all he's feeling. Tiredness.

Not too long ago, the leader of the clan fought with Song’s mate in this field of flowers. She had done nothing wrong, but the leader was an insecure and violent dragon, who needed a scapegoat every once in a while. And sadly, the last one turned out to be Song’s mate. She wasn’t planning on going down without a fight, and fought with pride and honor. Their clan leader, not so much. No honor was found within that dragon. The b battle was a long one, it raged on for multiple hours, garnering quite the crowd. Song had felt others look at him. Looks of distrust, of pity, of indifference… All he had felt in that moment was fear, helplessness. He couldn’t jump in, his mate had forbidden him to do so. And he respected her final wish. Because both of them knew that she wasn’t getting out of it alive. However, neither of them could predict that their clan leader would be taken down as well.

The rain is still falling. Song barely feels it. The clan is in disarray without its leader. Song doesn’t care. They don’t care about him either. They took everything from him. And he knows that he has to leave, because it was his mate who caused this. He will be held responsible. It’s better to leave right now. Song doesn’t have the energy for it, but he has to.

He has to.