Cade POV

Ugh. I forgot. I'm an imbecile.

My head hurts. I just wonder why.... (note the sarcasm)

Yeah, you just crashed into an invisble barrier head first that you knew was there but forgot about, therefore tumbling through the air barely concious and unable to fly because of that, then hitting your thick skill in branches and trees before landing in the hard, root-covered forest floor. That is why your head hurts, Caden. Oh. And your wing is broken.

Oh why thank you, my dear mind, for that step by step account of why I feel as though my head is cracking down the middle. And how I won't be able to fly for at least three hours. Great. Wonderful. Just dandy. Looks like Will is going to have to carry more than one of us. Ash couldn't shift.

Speaking of Will and my twin sister, where were they?

It seems as though I have crash-landed an inch beside a clearing.

Aw, seriously? I couldn't have landed in the long, luscious, soft, comfortable, green grass instead of mean, horrible, twisted, gnarled-

My thoughts are cut off as Will's natural form slams to the ground upright, unlike someone I know and love very dearly. Oh yeah. Me.

Sometimes I feel as though I talk to myself too much. Maybe I do.

Nah... you don't, do you? Maybe I do and I don't just realise it. Don't we all talk to ourselves when we think?! Hmmm... that's something to discuss with myself later.

He sniffs the air once and his luminous eyes like the grass below his feet land on my oddly shaped form that could only be achieved by a cat. Or a Dragon with very bad navigation skills.

His eyes say to me, 'Only you, Caden, only you,' as he had so many times before.

My head and neck had managed to wrap itself around one old, twisted oak tree, one wing had crushed a large sapling while landing, and the other, broken one was crumpled under my body, while, of course, pressed into the largest, most jagged rock in a hundred metre radius. I was like a puppet, half hanging from the trees as though they were my puppet master.

My long body was twisted in an unnatural way, as my anything but graceful tale hung over a now ownerless birds' nest, the aggravated pair of blackbirds whirred around their recently destroyed home. Pity. They had only finished it, I suppose.

I look back at Will as if to say, 'Well, you don't now how it happens until you're in that exact same position,' which he will never be in, being a current member of the academy. He had been an undercover agent for the hunters. I suppose he wasn't anymore, having let the two rarest dragons in the world escape. It was their own fault. They should have had tighter security. Or maybe they were just too stupid to notice that Will was plotting against them. I would prefer to presume the latter.

Will shrugs and then turns his massive body back around and points himself into the long grass a meter long, though barely reaching halfway to his knees.

His muzzle is pointed towards the sky, waiting, watching for something to appear.

Right. That was Will checked off the list, where was my sister.

Oh my God, what if that jagged rock wasn't really a jagged rock, but my sister's bony frame.

What if-

My ideas are banished from my head as a small golden blur hurtles itself to the crimson drahon and dive at Will, knocking him flat to the ground. Will doesn't seem to mind too much.

My sister's golden scales glint as she jumps on him, nipping his legs as he rolls over to lie on top of her, his massive form squashing hers, only her head and tail visible as she writhes playfully below him as he relaxes, giving himself a chance to get a sun tan, as it seems, while a whirlwind wasn't trying to knock him over.

I was baffled and amazed. It was clear that both their dragon's were in control, especially Ashlyn's. She had cowered from him before.

They've made friends fast.

Ash POV

As though my Dragon senses my reluctance to not approach the beast that has torn my family apart, she snatches back control just before the fat idiot rolls over on top of me, seemingly giving himself a sun-tan.

The tingles were overwhelming, like a wildfire in the middle of burning plains of firewood waiting to be consumed, I craved more. The only places that felt bare of them were my head and my tail, the only parts of my body that weren't pinned beneath his scaly back. No wonder people think that the female population of the Earth matures before the male half. You don't see random girls pinning dragons to the ground. Then again, normal girls weren't dragons, nevermind ever thinking they were real.

I wasn't a normal girl it would seem. Obviously.

As I continue to writhe beneath the heavy anatomy of the much larger Dragon above me, my attention pulls away from the tingles for ten seconds to see my brother barely on the ground, twisted around multiple tree trunks and a crushed sapling and birdsnest. My eyes, on instinct, roll towards the heavens as he struggles.

I give a final push with my home legs as the gallump above finally budges as I slither free from below him, heaving in breths of the fresh air for effect.

I hear what sounds like a slightly strangled laugh emerges from behind me, obviously from the fat bozo behind me as I hold my gleaming head high with the dignity I currently had within my body. Not much, but I pour it all into the muscles in my flowing neck to hold it up so it doesn't fall to the grass in shame and embarrassment

I try to get over what has just happened, and toddle over to Caden, who was still writhing, desperately trying to get himself tangle free.

I doesn't seem to be working, so I decide to help by saying "Only you could get yourself into this mess brother, only you, Caden Edencorn."

Cade POV

So that was my second name.

I had completely forgotten it in the years I was in custody of the Dragon hunters, made to obey them, the comforts of home beaten out of me. I had barely been able to latch onto the memories and the hope I had that someone would rescue me through Will, who brought stories and gossip from the outside world and the academy.

It was my dream to attend the academy, second only after finding my family members again of course, and meet the twins my mother was about to give birth to when I was kidnapped. I wonder how they were getting along now, what their names were, whether they were identical, one boy and one girl, both girls or both boys... I would finally get to meet them and see my parents again.

I wonder if that old feral tabby thing was still about. She would be ancient by now, I'm sure.

Ash was gnawing at the branches I had gotten myself stuck in, and I felt myself being able to move freely again, after, of course, I crash to the ground moaning and groaning as Will and Ash cackle in the background.