Grey wandered around the grass, wondering what will happen to him now. He was an escaped convict, so no one would ever take him in now. He kicked a pebble, hating the devil so much he could scream, so he did. His eyes widened as he realized he had made a mistake. He ran into the shelter of the trees and sighed. His shoulders slumped and he curled into a ball.


    He shook as hot tears trickled from his eyes. He thought of Willow and wondered if she would ever trust him again. He looked up and realized that crying wasn’t going to change anything, only doing something will.


    So, he picked himself up, dried his eyes and set off for the library. He was going to do some research on memory dragons and maybe the devil, in hopes of helping Willow.


    When he arrived at the library, the person at the door looked at him suspiciously, probably suspecting that she knew Grey, but let him pass. He went to the dragon section and searched for memory dragons and found a few books on them.


    He flipped through them. He only stopped at the parts that talked about their abilities,  and read all about it. After an hour of reading, he closed the books and was quite bored of reading, so he left the library, which was called the Intelligible Library, and ran home.


    He spent the rest of the day thinking through what he had read and wondered what the devil was up to. Probably grumping about how he couldn’t find anyone else to do his work. Grey smiled at the thought and fell asleep on the couch.


    Willow rode around on Sky for fun. Willow had started Sky off at a slow run and had headed towards the redwood forest. As the trees grew denser, Willow slowed Sky a little. Eventually, Willow flew on Sky. She practiced twisting in the air and had a lot of fun.


    She whooped as she soared through the pale blue sky. Willow wondered what the clouds would feel like. She flew up and found out. They looked fluffy, but they were wet! She laughed as her hair stuck in wet strands.


    She looked towards the big sky and remembered why Sky was called Sky.


    She leaned forward on Sky, relaxing. She rested her head between Sky’s horns. Sky’s head was kind of wet, but Willow didn’t mind.


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    Suddenly, Willow started to slip! Sky’s scales scraped Willow’s face and she screamed. Willow scrambled for something to hold onto, but she was riding bareback because Sky liked it better. Her hands scraped against the scales. Sky, panicked from Willow’s screams, stopped, but to stop, she had to go vertical, and Willow’s descent increased in speed, and she fell from Sky’s back.


    Willow started breathing quickly and curled into a ball, her face and hands in another world of pain, and her panic was in the other. She searched rapidly for Sky, and saw her looking for Willow.


    “SKY! HELP ME!!” Willow yelled at Sky. Sky turned towards the noise and swooped beneath Willow, stretching a wing out to catch her. She caught Willow successfully, but quickly after started to lean to one side, causing Willow to slide off.


    Willow started to sob with stress unknowingly and saw the ground was coming faster than Willow would have liked. She counted the seconds until her death. <i>Three, two, one-</i> Her count was off by two seconds, and Sky broke her fall. Her wing jerked down from the force, and Willow came with it and she hit the floor- hard.


    Everything went black.


    An interminable amount of time later, Willow opened her eyes into a small cozy room. “Oh, good. You’re awake!” A voice Willow hadn’t heard before said. It was a little squeaky. “Ah! Stay down now. Don’t rush it. Take it slow.” They said when Willow tried to sit up, and gently pushed her down.


    When her grogginess went away, she turned her head from side to side, and saw that it was a pleasant room with a bed that Willow was in, and another two beside it. The main color scheme was a dark red and gold highlights. There was a chair by every bed, cushioned with red pillows.


    A face was peering into Willow’s, it was deeply tanned and had short black hair framing the face. They had blue eyes. The lips were pursed with concern.


    “My name is Mora. Someone found you on a patrol and brought you to me. I’m this area’s healer.” After these words, she rested her hand on Willow’s forehead and looked relieved. “Whoof! For a second there, I thought you had passed out from heat stroke or a high fever. But nope! Your temperature is completely normal.” Mora told her, smiling. She frowned as she said her next words. “Now, would you mind telling me what happened?”


    She put her hand gently behind Willow’s head and she realized there were bandages there. Willow looked down and there were bandages on her hands, too. The world spun for a moment for Willow. She waited for a second when the world stopped going crazy. “I… I was flying on my dragon, Sky, and I fell and…” The effort was too much and she leaned back down.


    Mora smiled. “Thanks for telling me. Now, rest!”


    “W-wait.” Willow said weakly. “What.. about… Sky?”


    “Oh! The person that found you took your dragon to the nearby doctor.” Her brow furrowed. “Her wing looked pretty bad. She’s probably okay though!” Mora said, trying to make Willow feel better.


    “Good…” Willow said then fell asleep.