Moonsky turned around. "Sanctuary? As in a dragon sanctuary?"

"Yes," Moon replied. "We need to help them!"

They grabbed him from his forearms again and flew him down to the edge of the town. they dropped him there and flew off to a makeshift hospital as the bombers landed and the airship began to fly off. There was a burning building in front of him.

With out knowing what came over him, Moonsky climbed though a window. Inside was a room full of furniture, but all of it was burning. Every couch, table, chair, covered in bright yellow flame, making the room hot and look red. It took him a wile to spot a coughing Icewing on the floor, trapped under a fallen ceiling beam.

Moonsky rushed towards him, assessing the Icewing's situation. It was pretty bad; one side of his face was burned badly, and his arm was clearly broken. Moonsky pushed the beam of the Icewing, revealing that a small part of his wing membrane was also burned off. he could still fly, but he would be permanently scarred.

"What..." the Icewing said, opening his eyes as Moonsky hefted a wing over his shoulders. "Who are you?" He noticed Moonsky's tattoos and winglessness. "What are you?"

"I'm Moonsky. A Cloudling," Moonsky said.

The Icewing had a curious expression now. "Winter," he said.

When Moonsky and Winter reached the makeshift hospital, which was just a bunch of tents put up in the street, doctors took Winter to be treated. Moon noticed and had a look of concern before returning to her conversation with a few other dragons. Moonsky listed in.

"Who would do this? And what weapons were they using? And how was their building suspended in the sky?" A bright blue Seawing Terran was saying. Moonsky didn't listen any further. There was a bombshell on the street; it may lead to answers.

He picked it up. His heart was beating. He had a feeling he knew who did this, but he denied it. He hoped he was wrong. he hoped this was just a pirate that had gotten the idea of raiding dragons that couldn't fight back. It was easy to deter them. He turned the bombshell around.

And there it was. Moonsky's worst nightmare. The thing that lingered in all of his drams. The thing that spelled doom for the Terrans.

A worm eye.

The symbol of the Cultists.

The memories came flooding in. Dragons screaming. Airships falling on buildings, crushing groups of dragons in the process. And the worm eye, on some illegal airships and speeding across the sky on bombers. 

Moonsky was three, his mother taking him to a Battalion to get him safely off the island. His father was running alongside them; he was a blood red Skywing, formerly a soldier for a borilliom. The loud whistle of a bomb erupted from the sky, and soon the building beside the family of three burst apart.

A long, sharp broken pole flew out, embedding itself in his father's chest and knocking him into the opposite building. his mother was knocked down by the explosion, but got up ad ran to his father, tears swelling in her eyes as he coughed up blood.

"Woundless, no, I can't lose you!" She cried.

Woundless grabbed her talons, the tattoos on his own talons matching his scales with deep re blood. "I know, Steelheart, but I can't survive this. Take our son to Vannahime, raise him there. Someday, he'll change the world."

Then, Woundless's hand lost it's grip and slipped to the ground. Steelheart cried rivers, overcome with grief.

Right then and there, Moonsky had watched his father, Woundless, the renounced veteran, die in front of him. And now, three years later, the Cultists are doing that same thing to a Terran city.

He had curled up next to a standing wall of a crumpled building, crying. He'd lost his father, and then all his friends when Steelheart had taken him to Vannahime. and he may lose his own life, or the lives of these Terrans. 

Moonsky stopped crying and got up. There was a chance, if he took it, to save these Terrans. Moon and Qibli were still in their conversation, and now Winter had joined in. They had gotten some answers, but not all of them.

"Still, who did this? Who would do this? The Talons of Power?" Qibli was saying. He said "Talons of Power" as if that was logical.

"I can tell you," Moonsky interrupted, and placed the bombshell in the middle of the circle they had made, symbol up. "The Cultists. That is a bombshell, and on that shell is their symbol: the worm eye."

"But why? It makes no sense. What would a cult of wingless dragons want with us? And if they want us to come under their religion, why try and kill us?"

"They do this to Cloudling cities too. they're known all across Skykeria for their terrorist bombings. They're very secretive; we could be attacked by dragons worshiping baguettes for all we know."

"But still, was it really these 'Cultists,' or was it someone else?"

Moonsky shook his head. "It wasn't a pirate: they learnt not to brand their ships with the worm eye after one that did was destroyed by a citadel. It wasn't the Government: they are too busy defending the islands. It wasn't a civilian: it's illegal to use coal on an airship in Skykeria. It wasn't the First Responders: their ships are based on speed, not weaponry."

Qibli's face got a lot more concerned. "Then we should leave. where can we go?"

"Maybe the rain forest. Skykeria is a secret kingdom, so it's a better idea to land an airship on covered ground, if the ground at all."

"Well, let's get moving."