Firenze: *sighs and stretches out his wing revealing a hole in the wing the size of a cannonball* okay it may have been more than one soldier that attacked…
Lyra: Oh Firenze. -licks the wound to clean it- Pyro: Wait a minute. I knew I'd hear that name before. Aren't you Drake's dragon?
Pyro: Still. The leader and you're mating with Lyra Lyra: -rolls her eyes but doesn't stop licking his wound-
Ben-looking for a spell to revive Zekra and sighs- I have to keep on finding a spell...dont worry Zekra..ill find a spell.. Zekra-Ben...im dead...i can live with it...