The bells

The bells were ringing

All throughout the town

Murgatroyd had let them free

Those who wronged and those who were wronged

They ran and flew through the streets

The guards were in shambles trying to contain the chaos

Troyd ran

He didn't know what time it was

Day or night

Sunrise or sunset

There was no light, only darkness and outlines

Eyeless dragons somehow passed him by

Troyd hitched a ride on a rolling cart

He crashed

He was at his school, and he saw through the walls terrified students

Silverpoint

Shrouded in grief

Troyd didn't like seeing her this way, but he knew he couldn't show himself to her

He found his way to Culuphom's Pad

And saw Scoria under the floorboards

"Scoria! "Scoria, please help me! They're after me!" He cried

'I know.' Signed the mute dragon

Troyd's caretaker

The cleaner

The one that knows everything, but can't tell any of it

A liquid streamed down Troyd's face

Was it tears, or was it blood?

Troyd's head hurt too much for him to differentiate

Both were salty

"What am I going to do?" Troyd sobbed

Instead of answering, Scoria cupped Troyd's head in his hands

And hugged him

Troyd could see Scoria's eyes

Little, yet knowing

They stayed embraced throughout the chaos

Throughout the screams

Throughout the pain

Troyd felt as if this was the last lines to his story

Scoria pulled away and held up his hands

'Go north, to the woods. There are dragons like you out there. They are different. Outcasted. Special. They will take care of you.'

"B-but..."

Troyd looked into Scoria's eyes

They were glowing, just like on the day they met

'The kingdoms will want you because of your actions. They don't know you're magic, but they judge on your record alone.'

"Can't you come with me?"

'...I'm sorry, but I can't, for reasons I cannot explain. It is part of my own curse, as you now know.'

Troyd remembered learning this fact earlier

"Mom is... mom is gone now. If you were wondering." He said lowly

'Dazzle is still here, Murgatroyd.'

Troyd's heart stopped

"N-no she isn't! I saw her get stabbed! Impaled! She exploded! How could she be here when she vanished in front of my eyes?"

'Little one, your eyes are gone now. Yet you see things you didn't before. Dazzle is here.'

Dazzle is here

Dazzle is here

Dazzle is here

It echoed in Troyd's mind

Screams of light flashed in his face

He saw her in the shimmering expanse from when he was temporarily dead

She sat in front of a large wooden device

With rows of teeth

Most an ivory white, few black as muck

Her body glitched between colors and shapes

She extended her claws, floating off her body

She opened her mouth

And played a song

Melodies echoed through the sparkling land

Troyd saw dragons, and creatures from beyond his imagination

Sitting alone

Talking to each other

All listening to Dazzle and her songs

"How can she be there, yet here?"

'The universe is complicated, little one. Even for me.'

Metal clanking

Shouts

Troyd turned behind himself and saw guards approaching Culuphom's Pad

He turned to Scoria, who suddenly had a bag in his hands

The right size for Troyd

'Go to the woods. Find the queen. You will know it's her, because like me, she is aware.'

Troyd took the bag in his hands, and slung it over his back

He found a space he could weasel between

He crawled back to the surface behind the commotion

And he ran