Chapter 65

Aynyra clung tight to her escort, unable to get used to the rolling of her stomach as they flew up above the clouds. Her anxiety only piled on from the fear of heights, riding a Draekon for the first time and the fact they were returning home to wage war, probably killing many of her people in the process. She would use her magic to heal as many people as possible and to defend Rhae; that was her job after all. Her rider hung tight to the left side of Rhae's Draekon's tail, keeping the flight as smooth as possible.

That helped mostly, until they banked down, breaking through the cloud layer to see her Kingdom, dull and colourless, covered by a layer of clouds. There was nobody out on the streets, no decorations on the palace, and the gardens had died. The grass from the hill where the Akihyra tree once was, was grey and ashen as if the land itself had died. She turned, catching the view of the other Draekon parties, swinging away and down to the streets, searching the guild houses for