"Okay then," said Sephoran.
Sephoran flew in front of Cruix. He knew that Cruix was making sure he didn't get away.
"I think I am not going to get away," thought Sephoran. "As soon as we find trouble I shall take my leave."
Through the storm, around the storm. Through the storm, around the storm. Gah! I'm not good with these kinds of decisions! Which way should we go! I know! Eeny meeny miny moe, catcha tiger by the toe, if he hollers let him go, eeny meeny miny MOE! "I think the logical way to go would be through the storm." Eeny meeny miny moe hans't failed me yet, it's 100% reliable!
"Okay then," Dexus replied with a look of uncertainty.
He then flew off in the direction of the clouds.
He's either daring or insane, he thought.
About halfway to the Mountain island, Cruix called from the back. "Sir, we probably shouldn't try to go back to the Ice island from here, there's a storm in that direction and it looks nasty."
Fricai glanced in the direction Cruix was talking about, and saw what the Black meant. "Suppose you're right. But we won't be going back for a while, anyway. I want to catch up with this Magma dragon. If that mirror wasn't some magical item meant to lead us off course," Fricai added, casting a sharp glare at Sephoran.
"It wasn't don't worry," replied Sephoran. "But remember that was like a couple minutes ago. they could be heading somewhere."
Throws the mirror to Fricai and he catches it.
"Try look into the mirror," suggested Sephoran. "you could find the magma dragon you are talking about and maybe more."
He then wondered why was he looking for the magma dragon.
"Why are you looking for a magma dragon?" asked Sephoran.
Fricai caught the mirror and saw the Magma and Nebula heading for the storm. Fricai's eyes widened. "That Magma can fly?" He roared. The fact that the Magma could fly infuriated him- a wingless dragon could take to the sky on its own power, but Fricai could not. He let out an unbroken growl for a full five minutes.
He quieted, then directed the Gray towards the storm clouds. After that was done, he finally replied to Sephoran. "I'm surprised you have not heard the rumors yet, Magi. Let me tell you something- my name is Fricai. Ring any bells?" He looked back at the storm clouds. "I want to find that Magma, so I can kill it."
(Sinister much? XD)
Pyralis was following after Dexus, leaving a trail of fire behind. I've got to be completely insane. I'm flying into a freakish storm! May be my, uh, "judgment" was wrong. "Quite a big storm that is. This will be fun... e heh heheh huu..." Oh well, no turning back now. He looked to his side and saw what looked like a tiny speck of gray and two smaller specks he couldn't discern moving towards mountain island. It's nothing, just a group of birds or maybe a couple dragons just going about there lives. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling he was having. A feeling of fear, fear of being seen by them. Get a hold of yourself! Pyralis looked back, but didn't see them anymore, yet he still had the feeling... nah, it must just be my stomach. He flew on towards the storm.
"So your the infamous Fricai," said Sephoran. "I have heard much about you through my travels."
Even though he sounded sane when he was talking, his thoughts were a little..
"O h my god!" thought Sephoran. "I am so freaking screwed! I am traveling with Fricai and he is going to kill someone!"
He calmed down a little in his mind.
"So where we heading now?" asked Sephoran.
Fricai hissed, and this time it really was a laugh. "Oh, we're headed for that storm. You see," He looked at the Gray. "Gray dragons are often called Storm Dragons. They can manipulate the weather at will, so we will be safe, but the other two won't be."
Dexus stopped for a moment.
Huh... he thought. What's with this feeling I have.... A feeling we're being followed...
He then turned around and noticed what appeared to be three specks off in the distance. As the seconds passed, the specks began to grow slightly larger.
Oh no, he thought with a fearful look on his face. We ARE being followed.
"Pyralis," he responded. "We gotta move fast."
He then began to fly towards the storm at a much faster pace.