[Center][h1][color=999999]Demund[/color][/h1][/center]

Their words were true, but the thought of leaving his father without a word? What would he think of him suddenly turning his back? What if he assumed the worst? It would destroy him! Demund couldn't bare it. Clenching his fists in frustration he looked to the floor and spoke, [color=999999]”I...can’t. I just can’t leave my father like this![/color] The shining dragon still sitting atop Demund’s shoulder knew his conflicted feels and decided to give him reassurance. He nudged his cheek with his scaly head to gain Demund’s attention. Loosening his fists and looking to his new friend, the dragon nodded as if to tell him to go. 

Looking back to the others he ran his plan by, [color=999999]”Everyone in town knows I never planned on staying in Mashal forever. I’ll head in, get whatever supplies we need and if anyone asks I’ll say I’ve decided to leave. No one has to know about the dragons, the hut, any of it, but I have to tell my father I’m leaving at least.”[/color] He didn’t know if the others agreed, but his mind was made up. He was going back with or without them.

He picked up the dragon and gently pet him as he set him next to one of the unhatched eggs. He then removed his bandana and wrapped it around his hand to hide the markings. Heading to the stairs Demund climbed one step before looking back at everyone, [color=999999]”If you feel you can’t wait for me, I understand.”[/color]