**Cayden & Hackmon**

He wasn't sure how he had done it but he had managed to calm Hackmon down and keep him quiet. The white dragon's face had snarled up and became something out of fantasy book. For a angry moment, his eyes had turned to narrow slits, and flames had spurted out from his maw like a dysfunctional machine about to explode. It took only for Cayden to step in front of him and hold a firm arm out to the side for Hackmon to calm. 

Even still, Cayden couldn't help but feel his dislike for the others grow. It seemed like anything that was sentient would never learn to work together. He sighed as the scattered group's indecision wrecked his brain like construction noise. They were unorganized and it only reaffirmed his belief that being on his own would raise his survival rate. He glanced down at the red-mantle wearing dragon, his confidence nearly gleaming from his armor. 

_With him... I might be-_ his thought was interrupted as Eden screamed out to the group. 

A pause saturated the air as he gathered his thoughts. 

“The sun isn't reliable. This is a different world,” spoke Cayden, before crouching down and rubbing dirt between his fingers. “Things aren't the same anymore, we're playing a whole new game. All we have is hunches.” He raised up and started in the direction the Penguin had chose before.  Hackmon followed soon afterwards. 

“You're going to leave them?” asked Hackmon once he caught up. 

“They have their own minds. I'd prefer to be alone but,” he sighed and rubbed his chestnut hair. “J-just forget it.”