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"Hold your hands to your chest. And tell me what you find. Out of you, a sparrow comes. And sees without its eyes. Don't forget who you are even though you are hurt. You are caught in a wire and soon it will burst. You can cry."

            𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄     𝐎𝐅     𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄     𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓,     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋     𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄     𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓     𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌     𝐎𝐍𝐄     𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄     𝐓𝐎     𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.     It     was     a     sentiment     the     night     dragon     had     not     experienced,     growing     up     under     Kestrel's     talons.     Then     the     SANDWING WAR,     then     the     volcano,     there     was     never     a     moment     for     Starflight     to     sit     and     MOURN.     To     mourn     the     loss     of     innocence,     mourn     the     dead,     mourn     the     loss     of     sight.

                A     scroll,     battered     and     worn,     was     held     gently     in     his     talons.     He     had     planned     on     making     a     copy     of     it,     an     effort     to     PRESERVE     the     scroll     for     ages     to     come.     Now,     he     wasn’t     quite     sure     if     he     would     ever     be     able     to     make     that     a     reality.     〝    How     did     you     do     it?    〞      The     dragonet     asked,     his     voice     laced     with     hesitancy,     〝    ADJUST     i     mean...    〞     

          ☽                𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃                ☾ @rathalascendant

            𝐈𝐓     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐀𝐍     𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃     𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘     -     𝐀     𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆     𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑     𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍     𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓     𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄     𝐀𝐍𝐃     𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖.     It     looked     like     they     were     there     for     sometime,     how     did     they     manage     to     find     themselves     HERE?     Jade     eyes     glanced     down     either     side     of     the     tunnel,     searching     for     any     nearby     Nightwings.     The     coast     was     clear,     perhaps     he     could     help     the     scavenger.     He     was     TERRIFIED     of     them,     ever     since     the     arena,     but     an     unstable     volcano     and     an     island     full     of     dragons     was     a     fate     he     wouldn't     wish     upon     anyone.

                The     dragonet's     head     reared     up,     blankly     blinking     at     the     scavenger.     He     could     understand     them?     Wait...     could     they     understand    HIM?     For     once     his     curiosity     out     weighed     his     fear     as     he     lowered     his     head,     now     eye     level     with     the     scavenger.     〝    You...     spoke..    〞      He     supposed     most     scavengers     could     speak,     it     was     only     a     matter     of     understanding     but     regardless,     a     fascinating     discovery.     〝    I-i'm     STARFLIGHT,     who     are     you?     Do     you     have     a     name?     How     did     you     get     here?    〞      So     many     questions,     so     little     time.