Amelia limped as she made her way inside the stable, she knew she wasn't ready to fight if needed but she couldn't sit down and do nothing. Amelia knew that made her look even more guilty. 

She held onto Ethrinria's door, taking a deep breath before opening it. Her eyes filled with tears as pain seered through her body, it felt as if her body was on fire. Ethrinria let out a low moan as Amelia held onto her.

She felt herself being lifted up by Ethrinria's wing, as she sat on her scales. Biting her lip hard as the two of them exited the dragon stable waiting for the others to get onto there's.

Ruvaen kept a close eye on Amelia, his eyes never left her body. He wondered why Phyahi wanted Amelia gone so badly, that was a first for him. Hillveron stood next to Ethrinria, connecting his cheek with hers. Rubbing together for a few moments, making Amelia and Ruvaen look at each other.

They didn't have to say anything to notice something was going on, "Alright, is everyone ready?" Ruvaen asked the guild.

"Almost, just got to get the saddle on," Ceada called out from the stable.

The dragon riders waited for Ceada to be ready, just before they could fly off Abigail walked towards them.

"Do you mind if I join?" She asked.

"Sure, we may need an extra pair of hands since Amelia is still recovering," Sam replied, earning a look from Ruvean.

He said nothing but nodded to Abigail, leaning down he held his arm out for her which she grabbed. With a few big tugs, she was able to grasp on the harness and pull herself onto Hillveron's back.

"Alright let's go," all 6 of them soared into the sky with their dragons.

The clouds disappearing through them, Amelia held on tight, her body adjusting to the altitude. She grasped her side as Ethrinria jolted before gliding, her wings stretched as fair as they could go. 

Ethrinria turned her head every once in a while to check on Amelia, she may not say it but she could see it in her eyes. That Amelia was in pain, not just physical pain but mental pain as well. 

"It's amazing up here, do you miss this when you aren't flying?" Abigail asked breaking the silence.

"After a while it feels good to just rest at home with the dragons. Especially after a tough mission," Sam replied.

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Troy shot up from the uncomfortable bed as he heard, the large oak wooden door slam shut, was it time? For him to leave? He didn't want to wait any longer. He was in this cell for far too long. Quickly Troy grabbed the first key Phyahi had given him. Grabbing it with his hands, he was able to unlock his legs.

The chains clinking against the ground as he dropped them, grabbing the book by the bed. He walked towards the metal bars, placing the second key inside the hole turning it clockwise. He heard a clink, before pushing it.

A massive creaking noise filled with dungeon as he opened the door causing him to flinch at the loudness. But he didn't have time to waste. He only had a few moments before the guards switch, once he was in the all clear. He headed up the stairs.

Each step he took, trying to not make too much noise as he ran up them. His feet crashing onto the hard stone floor. He knew for sure his feet were bleeding from running up those rigid stairs. Once Troy had made it to the entrance of the dungeon, he knew he had done it.

Without any second thought he ran, towards the ocean bumping into a few men along the way.

"Hey! Stop right there!" The knights shouted as they spotted him.

Troy said nothing as he opened the book in his hand and shouted, "

Opnaðu hliðin til helvítis og sogðu þau niður

," 

Not a second later the ground beneath the guards opened up, creating a crack between them. Flames began breaching surface, guards screamed in fear as they fell to there deaths. The ground closed up once all the guards were gone. 

Troy continued to run before using a vanishing spell, "

Það eru staðir sem ég vil fara, ég óska ​​eftir fjarflutningi þangað eins og ég vil svo. Með orku minni. Með huganum mun ég fara hvert sem er, ég mun fara hvenær sem er. Leyfðu mér að standa. Á óskastaðinn minn

," with that his body vanished.

Meanwhile the dragon riders had arrived at Bilsborrow, Amelia winced as she got off Ethrinria. She felt like her body could collapse at any moment but she needed to be strong for her and her guild.

They began walking further in the street only for people to cower back in fear, taking it all in. They noticed that Bilsborrow was fabricated around a lake, which was home to goblins lead by Fizink. Which was stated in the scroll Ruvean carried on his back. 

Bilsborrow itself looked rough. With its half rotten rooftops, half rotten walls and unmaintained gardens. It had a poor economy. Ruvean guessed they were only good at crafting, animal breeding beer brewing by the amount of kegs that were around the place. 

He honestly felt bad for them, it was a horrible situation to be in, now with this riot. Things had to be spoken about but he had to figure out why this is happening.

"Dragon riders," a voice boomed to the left of them chasing them to stop in their tracks and look to where the voice was coming from. 

The goblin hobbled forward before he stared up at them, "I'm glad someone was able to come help, please may we speak in my home?" He asked.

"Yes and you are?" Scros asked

"I am the leader here at Bilsborrow, Mr Fiznik," he turned and began walking down the dirt path towards a house.

The dragon riders followed with Amelia trailing behind. They stepped inside his home to realise that it was tiny. No one should ever live in a home like this.

The room was filled with broken walls, cracks along each wall. Not to mention that his bed was leaning on one side, while his kitchen was filled with clutter of pots and pans. The couch was torn in more than one place.

"We would love to help you and your village. Can you tell us why this riot has started?" Ruvean asked.

"Well you see dragon riders, it all started a few months ago when the leader from the other village nearby sent his men to burn our village down as we could offer more beer or animals to them . As you can see from your entrance we aren't trained fighters, we've given what we can to them but it hasn't been enough. His name is Snickle and whenever something doesn't go his way he reacts by fighting. We tried holding him off but we lost a few good men, women and children in the fight," Fiznik spoke.

"He slaughtered children?" Abigail asked as her mouth dropped.

"Yes, one of them was my own. We wrote the king a letter just after we were attacked but heard nothing until he gave us word of your arrival," Fiznik spoke.

"You aren't afraid of us or think we are disloyal because of what happened?" Ceada asked.

Fiznik shook his head, "No, we heard what happened between Amelia..." he trailed off as he looked at her. He cleared his throat, "and we knew it couldn't be true. You've helped all of us and not once have we heard of her hurting anyone."

"Alright, when is he coming? Mr Snickle?" Sam asked.

"Tomorrow" Fiznik replied.