Fwoooooshhh...
The wind whispered through the clouds, parting just enough for the moonlight to pierce the sky as Skylar, Damien's Shadowfang Wyvern, glided silently over the sleeping world below.
Damien sat upright on the wyvern's back, his silver hair catching fragments of light as they flew over fields, forests, and faintly glowing rivers.
In front of him, nestled between his arms, Lyone kept trying to stay awake, his small form swaying gently with the rhythm of flight.
He was fighting sleep with all the stubbornness a boy his age could muster, but it was a losing battle. Soon enough, Damien knew he would fall asleep. The wind and night sky would make sure of it.
They had flown for nearly two hours.
When Damien finally spotted the gentle glow of lanterns on the edge of a clustered settlement, he gave Skylar the signal to descend.
