(Insert long pm session here)

 He stood, watching the elegant black scales beast slide agilely out of the room, the sound of his wings heard flapping. With light steps, the white dragon picked his way over the knocked over furniture and pottery, gracefully pulling away the curtains to watch his king fly away. A smile lighting on his lips as he gazed out at the barren landscape and the distant fading black bird. The dust dancing in the dim light as grey eyes flashed and the dragon collapsed onto the ground, hitting his head on the window sill along the way.

 [i]Wh-...What did you do?"[/i] The dragon spoke, voice raspy and choked. Though it lost all those qualities as he laughed in answer, the sound carefree and untainted. The dragon reared his head back, leaning against the wall as he answere himself in smooth satin silk, "Oh my dearest Relin. Go back to sleep won't you? There is nothing for you to worry about. Look, when you wake up, the world will be just as you remembered it. Perhaps even better..." [i]"But...I heard a..[/i] "Your imagination. Go back to sleep Relin, I have a show to catch.[/i] The dragon closed his eyes.

 Then he stood, gripping onto the window sill for support as he began to stumble whilst trying to regain his balance. Finally, the dragon opened his eyes and stared out holloway at the hallway stretched before him. Then a grin spread on his face and the dragon touched his torn wings. Useless, dead things. Torn beyond repair. They wouldn't serve much purpose other than to drag him down. The light dragon would thank him for getting rid of such burdens. Humming a tune to himself, he sharpened his claws and gazed out of the window down at the overgrown weed downstairs. A minor implication. Slipping out, he balanced himself precariously on the window's edge and pulled his wing down closer to his body.
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 Slepnir just sobbed and wailed, letting himself be comforted by his brother. Even if his soothing words were drowned out by his cries and his touches and kisses did little to soothe the burning pain in his cheek, it just felt nice to know that his brother would always care for him. Even when Father and Daddy were gone, Skylark would always love him. His sobs dwindling into hiccups, he once again reached up to touch his torn away cheek, stained deep blue and only just starting to heal. He whimpered and sniffled as Leo sat next to them and very tenderly touched him on the head. Wrapping a deep blue cloth around his cheek. It did little to help, but the gesture felt nice anyway.

 The hydra gathered them both up, rocking them in a way that was awkwardly motherly for him. "We're going away from here." He murmured softly, standing up and making his way to the window, "We're going to leave Daddy and Father?" Slepnir whimpered softly and Leo nodded, ready to move when the young dragon cried out again, "Wait! My sock! My sock!" He cried out and flailed his arms until Leo let him down and he stumbled before resorting to crawling towards the bed and picking up the woolen sock that Daddy had out on him when they first started this whole nightmare. In it, he kept the two pebbles, well one pebble and the dust of another. It was soaked blue, stained deeply with Father's blood, but Sleipnir didn't care. He gripped it tightly and held it close to his chest, allowing Leo to pick him up again.

 "Alright..." The hydra placed one foot on the window sill and took in a deep breath. Out of everyone, he was one of the fewest who didn't bother to disobey Edge. Now though, this was probably the biggest thing that he could do. His dark wings spread out wide behind him and he stared down at the two toddlers. Slepnir still cuddled up to Skylark closely as he stared down at the ground below him.
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 "Terra!" He recognized that voice. Immediately bolting from where he stood, he threw open the door and dashed off, leaving Charon by himself as he raced down the stupid annoying large maze of stair cases that met him along the way. Near falling numerous times as he followed the fading sound of Terra's scream. Adrenaline running through his veins at the cry of his fellow Elder. Gritting his teeth, he decided to forgo the stairs completely, running towards an open window. He made a leap, bursting out of the window, he spread his wings, then folded them close to his body. The ground rising up to meet him, he tucked himself in and rolled out onto the floor, opening his mouth then quickly shutting it at the sight before him.

 Regnum....was...oh god. He gazed up at the gigantic tree, then whipped his head around at the sound of a son, "Terra..." He whispered softly, "What....What is this?"