The Five Kings

A pair of dragon wings drove in the pure white clouds, against the air that was greeting them with a cold gentle breeze.

It was a great experience, but no one was talking.

Though they did rode Hope's dragon form a couple of times, everyone has to agree that it would always feel like the first time. The air, the view, the speed. It was a thing where it always seem foreign.

The cause of their silence was Elliot's serious mood. It was the first time for them to see him act this way. He was indeed serious for a few times before, but never like this.

It always looked like he was in deep thought, staring into the void while his hands were gripping on Hope's scales.

In his mind though, a scene kept playing. The look on Florencia's face under Lance's fortress haunted him like it was a giant beast. Her eyes were rapidly dilating and her body was trembling. It was like she has seen Death itself.