Rio landed after three hours of flight, halfway to Alithia. "I'm sorry, I had a lot to drink today." Rio heard while she chuckled. "Princess I'm an age you'll never see. I appreciate the breaks." Vyshena chuckled while sliding off her leg. "I'm a dragon. I'll see an age you wont one day."

The mountain they were meeting at was a few feet ahead. "They're here." Rio was flying overhead, making sure they were protected.

The scar on Vyshena's face itched while she walked forward. "Princess, hello." She shot her head to the side, watching Brennan Sorrengail- a dead man, push away from the tree. He was a lot older than Vyshena remembered, but she's only met the man once.

He had a satchel around his shoulders, protruding around his stomach. "Right, business." He dug his hand into the satchel and felt the tail slowly wrap over his wrist. "We haven't named her,"

"She has a name. Morghan." Brennan slowly pulled his hand out and Vyshena had emotions she's never felt before course through her veins. "Keligon - stop." And it was gone. Brennan watched as Vyshena had a confused look on her face, then as if everything made sense.

"Do it again," she instructed while taking a step forward. Her anger, her fight and flight, jealousy, love. All of it was heightened. "Are you familiar the Cordella family?" She asked, holding her hand out as Morgan pounced from Brennan's and onto hers. "The name."

"They have a flier, the niece of some high lord. She can heighten emotions, just as Morghan can do." Brennan's eyes went wide as Morghan stared at Vyshena with wide, black eyes. "You are stunning, child." Vyshena turned with her back to Brennan. "I need a moment with her." Brennan chuckled, "yeah, sure." He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Are you going to tell me I can't make sure this dragon doesn't grow up to become death of all. That I can't preform the ritual, that all my dragons go through?" She asked, "your two hands? Eon and Fyda?" She asked, "you should be thanking whatever God you believe in that you have their help. Otherwise you'd stay true to your fate and fall dead." Brennan's arms dropped to his sides after Rio shook the earth when landing.

"You bonded an elder?" Brennan asked, watching Morghan climb up Vyshena's arm and perch on her shoulder. Black eyes staring at Rio. "She choose me." Rio dipped her neck, bowing her head low. Morghan copied her movements, "you see this?" She asked, pointing to the baby. "This is how they learn? By observation. You have no dragons here for her. She will grow up confused, and alone. She has no one to bond to her."

"We spoken about that." Brennan interrupted. "And what have you decided on? Who will bond her?" Brennan gave her another look and she gasped, "no way in absolute hell will I allow you to bond one of my dragons!" Her voice shouted as she stepped back as if he'd take Morghan. "It's the best scenario. Eon and Fyda can't- I won't have one of my lieutenants bond her." Vyshena was angry. "You are not Lenayon." She said, "you will burn yourself alive with your own magic if you try and bond to an Alithian dragon." Brennan furrowed his brows.

"You are unaware on how bonding a dragon goes if they are not born to you?" She asked, "you will feel the worst pain imaginable. Your insides start to boil, your brain cooks because of that. You pray for a god that doesn't exist to take your pain, but nothing happens. You stay like that, while your dragon feels twice of what you're going through. But because they are not human, it takes longer for them to die. So imagine how long you will wait for death to finally come?" She asked, and felt Morghan's tail gently wrap around her throat, flicking in her hair.

"The girls,"

"Are unaware because it is not something they should need to know. I am taking her, because leaving her with you is the worst idea imaginable." It was too dangerous leaving her with him, a man she doesn't know, with her children she can't speak to. "Vyshena, if you get caught they will kill both of you." Rio snarled, snapping her jaws while Brennan took a step back. "And if you get caught, it's everyone."

Vyshena had walked quickly through the third year halls, knocking gently on the bedroom door while hearing annoyed mumbles from behind it. "Open."

It swung open and Vyshena quickly pushed her way through. "Don't freak out."

"You did not bring the dragon," his words slowed as Vyshena pulled Morghan out from behind her flight leathers. "Vyshena." Xaden sighed, holding his head in his hands as the dragon climbed up Vyshena's arm. "Brennan was going to bond to her." Xaden went quiet, an ugly expression on his face. "Brennan?" He asked again. "Yes, I couldn't leave her there."

"How are you going to get away with this?" Vyshena chuckled. "How are we going to get away with this?" She asked while he stared at her. "Yeah, if I'm going down, so are you." She said, raising her hand while pulling Morghan from her shoulder. "Can you change?" She asked, setting her on the floor.

Xaden would mistake her for a piece of garbage and accidentally step on her. "You can. Come on, let's see it." Vyshena said, "but be quiet." Xaden quickly added. Xaden and Vyshena fell into a quiet conversation minutes later, waiting on Xaden's bed for Morghan. "Morghan, come on." Vyshena sighed while she sat up.

She gasped, "Xaden." He pulled himself up, seeing a small white haired girl sat criss crossed on his bedroom floor. "Why didn't you say anything?" Vyshena dropped on her bottom beside her, pushing her hair away from her face as she lifted her head. Dragon-scale covered the left side of her face, falling down her neck. Her left eye was completely black, and had a serpent like pupil. "Can you see?" Vyshena asked, and Morghan nodded her head once.

"What is your name?" Vyshena tested, and got no response. "Why isn't she speaking?" Xaden asked. "I'm not sure, she's not bonding to me. Do you know who hatched you? Why did they hatch you?" Morghan's eyes slowly shut before opening again. "Was it Fyda?" She nodded her head once, then slowly looked at Xaden.

Vyshena furrowed her brows, looking at Xaden and Morghan. His eyes fell shut and his head slowly sunk, "she choose you?" Xaden rubbed his hand over his chin and had tears in his eyes. He dropped to his knees, "you are wrong." Gently holding the child's face between his warm hands.

Vyshena heard the quiet voice in her head, "Fyda hatched me for you, Xaden. Says that you are the god of death for your kind." Vyshena felt herself become sick, "Sgaeyl will not have this." She said quietly, leaning forward while Xaden slowly nodded his head. "This is not right, I don't have the ability to bond to you."

"You already have." Vyshena told Xaden who snapped his head at her. She used her finger to tap the side of her head. "You know this," Vyshena said. The Alithian dragons bond to whoever they speak to first. No one else will hear their conversation for it is sacred, as dragon to dragon. Bonded for life. He slowly shook his head, "this cannot happen." He told Morghan while standing up.

Morghan looked at Vyshena with wide eyes. "It's alright."

"What the fuck is happening?" Vyshena looked up at him. "She has chosen you, Xaden. You need to respect that." He threw his arms in the air. "First, the girls hatch a dragon on their own. Then its the goddess of death, wow! But, you bring the goddess of death to Basgaith and turns to find out, she bonded to me." Xaden couldn't help but feel joyous at the situation, it reminded him of his childhood.

"Yes." Vyshena answered. "So, you can either sit down and speak to her or you both can live very unhappy, very short, lives." Vyshena responded while Xaden sighed and sat down in his previous spot. "First things first, she is your mother." He pointed his finger at Vyshena. "Her and I are equals, which means that you respect her as much as you respect me. You answer her questions, you do what she says." Vyshena kept her eyes low when Morghan turned her head. "Understand?" He asked, and the dragon nodded her head.

"Second, you will be staying with her and you will not be growing. You will remain at this size until we tell you you're needed. It may be tomorrow, it may be in the next three years." He said and she nodded. "Okay, now that the important is done." He sighed and folded his hands together.

"Get on with it, daughter."