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Dawning:
After Rapture had decided to take first watch and had flown off, the dragons all started taking some plants that they recognize and nibbling on them.
Tatiana was beginning to feel that she could trust the group more, even though she trusted almost any dragon she met.
Jewelen was rather relieved, seeing all the eleven back and together. For some reason, she felt less shy around them.
Theraviel watched from the shade, trying not to attract attention and glowering at the others. He trusted them more than he trusted most, but he wasn't open to them fully just yet.
Vadrywen nibbled on a sweet leaf, observing the others. She didn't know them very well yet, but she had the feeling she needed them. After all, they'd saved her before.
Gwevaria hummed and fluttered around all the other dragons. She wasn't a fan of plants, and she wasn't hungry, anyways. She perched on Metaphor's horn, which she thought was comfortable.
Metaphor was getting used to having Gwevaria constantly sit on her horn. Hope seemed to return as the eleven were finally united.
Milan feels perfectly content and at home, despite the looming danger he knew was ahead of them.
Kira feels that she is able to confide in them. Though she tried to pretend she didn't really care, deep down inside a little voice said, "But I care for them..."
Christine feels like singing. It was all peaceful. They were together, and not even the cloaked ridgeback could stop them.
As she flew, Rapture suddenly hears a voice mutter in her head, "Another weakness...
another weakness? You cannot escape me, youngling. I am fear, pain, and the essence of the Shade. I grow stronger as your fear and insecurity grows..."
Alex sat near them, though he didn't want any attention. He was attentive, though, and noticed when Tatiana, Theraviel, and Christine suddenly tensed.
Tatiana:
A cloaked ridgeback turns to her. "The gates of Hellscape open, my dear," she said, opening her arms as though beckoning for her to come forward. "You are always welcome here..." The landscape was dry, and the air was full of acrid fumes. Tatiana started having a coughing fit, and the ridgeback gave a cruel, cold laugh...
Theraviel:
A white spiral meditates atop of a pristine obelisk. He turned to him, and Theraviel recognized him as Lythagoras, the clan's shaman. "Tell your imperial friend not to worry," he said, sounding calm and collected. "We are allying clans. I am sending a few of our dragons to help them against Shadesdaughter's forces. We shall send more if need be."
Christine:
She was in a green grass meadow. Beside her was a living, fresh tree. Suddenly, waves of darkness rolled in. Christine heard, "Trust no one. Love is weakness..." as the tree wilted and died. The grass beneath her turned grey, and the lush meadow became a dead boneyard. A white raven landed on the tree, and a gravestone appeared by the tree.
Tatiana started coughing in reality as she came back to herself. Theraviel merely blinked, mildly unfazed by the good news. Christine came back with tears in her eyes.
The eleven are hit by excruciating headaches.
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"Our forces have been sent," reported a gargoyle, "but another clan is helping Fire's clan."
Shadesdaughter growled, pensive. "Those meddling dragons... I've had enough of this. Leave now as I build my master foil..."
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The cloaked ridgeback has a few more tricks up her sleeve... How much longer can the eleven take her torture?