Kela stayed with the old dragon for the rest of the night, talking to him and mulling over everything.
When the sun started to rise, Kela stood from where she had sat, now that the large beast had fallen asleep. "Rest well my friend." She said quietly before she moved to walk up the stairs.


Orian snoozed silently on the floor while Damien laid sprawled over his bed. Ram had left and had settled in the common room.
Damien grumbled in his sleep, almost thrashing around.
[i][b]"This is the last time you'll see the light."[/b] The King said to Damien as he moved his blade over his chest. [b]"You'll meet your family soon."[/b]
Damien pulled all of his strength and rolled sideways as the King slammed his sword onto the ground.

[b]"Why won't you stay"[/b] The King said before he pulled his blade from the ground, [b]"STILL!"[/b]
The Kings Blade spun around into Damiens' view.[/i]

Damien jolted up from his bed, moving to clutch his shirt with heavy breathing.
"No... fuck.. No." He heaved, Orian moving quickly to stand by his side, placing his paw on the bed with a blink.


Kela wandered the halls slowly, moving the cloak off her shoulders and untied the braces around her body, her slender tail swaying slowly.
The Demonwoman fanned out her wings slightly, getting comfortable.
"Damien is back. Not everything is well; but the Elfwoman. She seems like a kind hearted woman." She uttered to herself quietly.