"Relin...." The elder dragon murmured, the youngest or rather second youngest now of the elders, yet he had been there longer than most. The silver dragon with scales that shone like metal approached him, silver eyes that contrasted his own stared at him calculating. P-Relin met them strongly, his lips parting as he said his name in acknowledgement, "Ferrum." The silver dragon regarded him coolly, not seeming the least bit interested in a friendly conversation as he glared at the younger, "I do not trust you, not after you tried to run off with your little hydra. You are a traitor in my eyes, one who dared abandon his own for selfish reasons." Relin opened his mouth to speak but the older cut him off quickly, "I do not care what you have to say for yourself, whatever excuses you can give. Merely know, that you may fight with us, but you do not belong here and I am watching you so do not even think of any tricks or deceit on your part."

 With that, the silver dragon turned and walked back to the other elders who were discussing their plan of attack, how they would be subduing instead of killing so that-Pa-Relin had heard it all before. Could recite every strategy they had off the top of his head. Could see the risks that would have to take and everything. He knew what was going to happen. He knew the-his elders and off course after the stunt he had pulled, they weren't going to welcome him back with open arms. Even Regnum and Sanare's eyes were sad when they looked at him. He had to wonder, if they knew exactly what he had done. The last thing that he had decided to give away....well perhaps not the last...

 He still had his life. And memories. At least one of them he would never give away. Not ever. It was all he had left and who knows what else lay in store for him as he moved on. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair and sat down on the ground, wondering how his family was doing. Probably happy or still asleep. Once this war was over, he wondered if they would build the castle they talked about and live there happily ever after. It was a bitter thought, knowing he wouldn't be there, but better because they wouldn't need him to be there.
 
 Staring at the smog filled sky, the white dragon collected his thoughts and silently sent his well wishes to his family before he stood up and turned to see the others looking at him expectantly, it was time to go. 

 Sleipnir shifted on Edge's arms, almost awakened by the movement. Sleepily, the dragon reached down and felt the wishing stones in his socks and happily rolled against Edge and fell back asleep, ignorant of his surroundings. Safe in Daddy's arms.