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looked at Simera who was quickly coming around and cried out for help, even as it seemed like there no one left to help.
    The ruins began to shake, and Ubi dared to look down through the broken ceiling she stood on. Light blue eyes from a white figure looked back at her from the darkness.
    The creature drew closer, and all at once the rubble exploded from under her. It effortlessly threw them all into the air. The white dragon caught Nafury first, pulling him into its shift. Then it caught her before she could hit the floor of the lower ruins. The last thing she heard was the white dragon's infuriated cry of vengeance. Her last sight of Simera was blinded with blood.

SEVEN

    Simera's memories of Nafury's mother, Serena, were beautiful. The King of Dragons had selflessly given her everything and asked for nothing. The sad truth of it all was that he never loved her past friendship and his need to control her. It was a cold, lingering sadness that now took over Nafury's heart. He continued to watch the dragoon's memories play out in random before his eyes. The spirit that had hold of Nafury now burned hotter and hotter with hate at each image he saw. Finally, the heat became so overwhelming that it blinded his soul from seeing anything more.
    'She was never destined for me,' Simera's voice said in the back of his mind, before it faded entirely.
    Nafury opened his eyes to find himself hovering just out of reach of the Efereal Mountain. Its strong winds momentarily threatened to throw his balance off entirely. He was flying, and he didn't have the slightest idea how or why. He darted his gaze in all directions, before remembering enough about how to be a dragon and descended to land.
    He wore a dragon form as white as the snow under him when he knew he should have been dead. He remembered how to unshift, and took on his human appearance again. The white mist dispersed around him, merging with the snow flurries. He expected to see his newest dragon shift beside him, but instead there stood the ghostly image of Alexia. He had only seen memories of her from others. She was supposed to have died long before he was born, giving birth to Cirrus. But she was an Awl, and he had heard that she had nearly forced Cirrus to kill Sybl at one point, and was imprisoned by Gei for it. She was beautiful, if only in a cold, defiant sort of way. Her blond hair fell around her feet, and her light blue eyes flashed unpredictably. She wore a simple white dress that looked like a design Earth might have made. "Alexia?"
    She didn't answer, and he looked to his feet where Ubi had been set down asleep in the snow. Its coldness was enough to wake her, and she sat up momentarily before jumping to her feet from the sting of it.
    "Nafury? Oh thank heavens--I thought you were dead!" she said in a panic and hugged him.
    He returned the hug with his own and let out a breath of relief. "Let's not do that again."
    She nodded and pulled away, wiping some of the tears from her eyes. Ubi took a moment to acknowledge the woman spirit, before looking around for Xirel. "Where's Xirel?"
    Nafury closed his eyes for a moment, trying to catch a Thread that might lead to Xirel. He found one, though it was faint. "He limping, again. But he's on his way here."
    "Phew," Ubi said and focused back on Alexia. The two of them seemed to have a silent battle of wills before Ubi gave up. "Your shift is weird."
    Alexia replied first with a sly smile. "I was momentarily worried that I would go from prisoner to your puppet. It would appear that you're strong, Fay, but still far from your true potential."
    "How did you shift with me like that? I heard you were sealed away," Nafury said.
    "I was, but the blood of that unholy one was enough to break me free."
    At the mentioning of blood, Ubi quickly wiped the dried blood from her face.
    "Unholy, eh?" Nafury said, unconvinced. He watched Ubi plant a handful of snow on her face to help her blood removal efforts. "I think you