Skylark's gaze wandered away from his Father's ending whatever hypnotic effect it would have had. Hydras? Elders? They rang a bell, but he didn't really know what they meant. It was like trying to remember the name of an old childhood friend when you could only remember their smile and the look in their eyes. Suddenly, Skylark's light violet eyes dulled as he thought. He seemed to have lost himself in thought. A world all his own, a world he had inside of him. That was a quality he had inherited from Edge- the ability to sink in the depth of his thoughts. Edge didn't show it around Path, but he was one to zone out and reach solutions by himself. When he was his laboratory for tens of hours at a time, he would silently work, though in his head voices raged on. 

"I don't want a war." Skylark whispered slowly. He clutched his Father's hand tighter. The world around them stunk of death. It bothered him. Skylark could feel it... In his bare feet. Pressing his soles against the squishy, damp, toxic ground, he could feel the slight resounding thumps. He had believed they were nothing but his foot tingling, not used to the dead Earth and trying to adjust but... It was.. "Father, I'm scared!" Skylark blurted. He could feel it, so prominent. The tops of ancient, ruined buildings all around him, casting him into further darkness. His mind wandered to something Edge had told them while they were still eggs. 'Hear the voice... of the sky itself. Can you hear it? It sounds...' The heartbeat of the Elder dragons resounded against his sensitive feet. 

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Meanwhile, Edge was lying down on the bed when a figure scraped against the metal chute, climbing his way down. The human didn't move an inch. There was a small grunt as the invader hit the ground. He made his way to the bedroom. He was a fairly tall man, about six feet. He had hair blacker than ebony, and lightly tanned skin, complete with bright purple eyes. The man could be Edge's older brother. He sighed as he gazed upon his sleeping king. The man had a pink scar running over a single eye, but otherwise had nothing notable. He was clad in black renaissance-style robes. He stayed a good three feet from the bed. "Edge." He said simply. Slowly, the boy lifted the sheet, revealing he had been awake the whole time. 

"Beelzebub..." He murmured blankly, not offering a smile. The hydra grunted. 

"Always the same... Listen, we need you."

"I know."