A close death

A hole had been made through the large tent from when Ray was attempting to escape from the white  stone attacks. It had managed to hit for a few seconds. His skin was red raw and started to flake off, eventually as the skin fell off his normal colour had returned.

'The white light stopped.' Ray thought. The pain from the attack was far worse than he imagined. It was no wonder that the attack had managed to kill the fake dragon from before. While the white stone helped them greatly, it was a reminder that it could also be used against Ray. 

Once he had recovered, he decided to head back into the tent. When he entered he noticed that the other Redwing leaders were standing around something in the centre, as Ray walked in they made way for him with their head held down in shame.