Windstorm, I didn't give you your wings so that you could stay at Mountain Peak and hide. I want you to use your wings to help people.
You...who are you?
I feel total emptiness and loneliness.
Help me! a new voice cries Help me! Help me! Help me!
I shoot out of my bed. I need to go north. I need to go now!
I burst out of the door and run down the hallways. I don't know why, but there was something north of the Old Mount that needed me urgently. It was something in that voice...something eerily familiar.
I don't notice anything as I ran, I needed to hurry! I find an open area in a courtyard and shoot into the night sky. I beat my ebony dragon wings, gaining altitude rapidly. I glide around the peak for a few seconds before flying north.
I begin searching the ground for...whatever I was looking for...I need to find it!
I close my eyes. I need to find the source of the agony.
Opening my eyes I catch a glint of yellow on the ground below. I quickly dived down towards it. As I got closer, I realized that it was a person. He had wings! Golden wings!
With a final flap of my wings, I landed on the ground next to him. His wings were still small, which meant he was just going through the metamorphosis. He was lying on his chest. I turned his over and looked into his face, holding up his back to make sure he wasn't lying on his golden avian wings.
I knew that face...
He was taller, more muscular, his hair was longer, he had broken chains on his wrists and a double-bladed fire cane in his hands, but I could still recognize him, even after three years.
He stirred, and his eyes opened. They looked at me, filled with pain and wonder.
"Yes, I'm here," I told him.
"I feel awful," he replied.
"You're growing wings."
With great effort, he turned his head to the left, seeing his wings for the first time. He first was a little shocked, but he quickly smiled and looked back to me.
"They're just like yours," he said smiling before falling limp.
"Cody!" I shouted, my heart leaping into my throat. I checked his pulse.
I lower my hand, taking a deep breath. He had lost a lot of blood, was very sick, looked very tired, and was doubtless surprised about his wings, he just passed out.
"I'm going to take good care of you," I told him.
I picked Cody up in my arms and took off in the direction of the Old Mount. He should be out of the cold, out of the elements. Mountain Peak had a doctor, and my Cody needed the best of care. I would personally make sure if it.
Cody was my brother.