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Leaving the Procession behind us, Tempest and I soar through Furonium’s skies. Wind caresses our scales as we head for the Wineton Sea. Soon crimson waters churn below us in a great swath of red. Every so often we swoop down, allowing the tips of our wings to skim the foam. Hours pass. Before I know it, night falls.
All of a sudden, I’ve never felt more tired.
Tempest flies backward, which is a total surprise to me. Backward flight is a thing? What I don’t know about being a dragon is a lot.
The emperor’s great brown eyes focus on me. “Done flying, luv?”
I want to smile but yawn instead. “Yes.”
Tempest winks. “Follow me.”
Together, the emperor and I fly toward a line of black mountains. I’m sure they have a more technical name, but my knowledge of Furonium is limited to books. And
