Amber’s POV:
My feet drag me past a field of ash. There is a heaviness in the air that threatens to suffocate me along the way, but the dancing lights in the air convince me to breathe. I am here for them. So that their lights can be back where they belong. I feel my skin lift into pricks of goosebumps as a cold and hollow breeze floats in the air and my nostrils scrunch at the thick smell of rot and decay. There are still dead bodies littered all across the field, but none of them are recognizable. My father came back to collect every dragon body, so all I know is that this must be the smell of every creature that killed one of my kind. I kick at the dirt and cough as the dust consumes the air around me. I look around me, using my dragon sight to try to make heads or tails of where I am
