"Do you know Relin?" The white dragon murmured to himself, watching the thin paper light material float down to the ground. "I think, that your part in this is coming to a much needed closure. It is high time that I find a new vessel, don't you think? As much as your body is suited to mine, your power or rather lack of it, pales in comparison to your wayward mate or even to your own sons...and like everyone else, I'll be leaving you for that, but for you, one last parting gift to seal this." He turned his head and watched the figure over in the next window take off, two bundles pressed close against it's chest. The corners of his lips turned up into a bitter smile and he reached down to pluck a single leathery parchment from the ground. Turning and heading towards the door, down the maze of staircases until he found a window that faced the other way. 

 With a simple bound, he leaped out, landing gracefully on the ground. Straightening himself, he closed his eyes and let the parchment be lifted away by the wind, the pearl white scales glistening in the dim light, "Look Relin." [i]"Huh..?"[/i] "A dream is floating away, catch it." [i]"A dream?"[/i] 

 He opened his eyes and caught sight of the parchment breezing away. A dream. He sped after it, reaching out and trying to grasp what always so minutely evaded his grasp. He had forgotten though, that Edge's palace stood at the edge of the world. The ground gave way under him and he was surrounded by only the rush of air. The dream flying further away, muddy waters and jagged rocks awaiting him below. Nothing to worry about. He could just spread his wings and...fly away. He could...just...

 The dark mud black waters drowned out the deep golden glow, his landing lost amongst the crash of the waves against the bottom of the cliff.
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 "Yes. It's..." Slepnir responded, staring down at the sorry soaked sock. It wasn't very much, but...he didn't have very much left, if anything, of Daddy and Father when they were both happy. He clutched it close to his chest and buried his head against his brother, murmuring, "Daddy and Father broke their promises, but I'm gonna keep mine." 

 He flew, holding them tightly. Where they were going, he didn't exactly know. He just kept flying until the castle was no longer in side and even the green leaves of Ygdrassil was a faded memory. The ground below them littered with the familiar debris and piles of twisted rotting roots. Eventually, it looked decent enough that he flew down low and folded his wings, landing a little shakily from his two passengers, "Eh, well....We're here." He panted softly, unused to the complete physical assertion. "We're here..." He repeated, looking around the area, everything looked genuinely the same to him. Now that they were here though, he had no idea what they were meant to do now.
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"I thought...they told me it was a myth.." He whispered softly, pulling away from the prisons. The eerie frozen shapes of terror enough to give even the fearsome dragon chills, "I know, we made sure that you didn't. " he turned to look at her, "Why are they here...geez, where have I been? Ah, where's Anemoli?"