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[color=E5E4E2]Now that Frostbite regurgitated her suggestion back towards her, she supposed that the idea sounded silly and dangerous. They would be taking a huge risk if they went back for the other hybrids. Vivid didn’t want to get caught and thrown back into the Pit. But they couldn’t just run off and leave the hybrids behind! They could get hurt or die on the sandy, bloody battlefield. And their deaths would be on [i]their[/i] heads. She swayed her tail underneath the surface of the warm water before she pulled herself out of the oasis. Her scales shifted into the color of the sands around them with the hopes of blending in. Who knows, maybe passerbys would think Frostbite was a big rock. 

[color=19CACA][b]”You can’t say you don’t feel bad leaving the others behind. What if they get killed?”[/b][/color] she quipped. [color=19CACA][b]”There were hybrids younger than us there. They won’t survive for long if we don’t help them!”[/b][/color]

Vivid slumped down onto the sand beside him. Her eyes were wide, yellow discs as she gazed up at him. She stayed silent for a few moments before her head craned forward, blinking as something crossed her mind. [color=19CACA][b]”There could be dragons in the SkyWing kingdom that could help us.”[/b][/color][/color]