[h1]Nalastain Lucious Tucker[/h1]

As Nalastain was flying to The Keep, many thoughts clouded his mind. Some being haunting memories, others being glimpses into possible futures. Will the queen accept him? Will his classmates accept him? He stayed back a year for a reason, one that he will not disclose easily. Wrafiana could tell something was wrong with him. "Middovah, what troubles you?" She says, saying some of the phrase in an ancient language. 
Nalastain does not respond too deep in his own mind. 

As the keep comes into view, a bunch of familiar sights can be seen. The Village being one of them. A bunch of nasty memories flood Nalastain's brain, but he steeles his nerves as Wrafiana begins to descend.

Once they landed, Nalastain slides down his dragon, taking in the sights. "Did I miss this?" He ponders to himself. Just as he was about to walk away, the duo hear a song that pierces through the wind. It sounded beautiful, to say the least. Once it stopped, he wandered into the Village to find the voices owner.

"Middovah!" Wrafiana said, flying above the village. "Rek Los Het." He knew that she was close, he just needed to find her. He ran into a semi-secluded courtyard just in time to see a woman put a blade away. Wrafiana landed close to Nalastain, whacking him upside the head with a wing. "Middovah!" She exclaimed, "I could have lost you, Hefahus!!"