Alex knew that each one of his spirits had a story to tell, and Xeron would not be any different. There was just something about this salamander that made his seem so tragic, Alex really couldn't understand much of it, but Xeron felt as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Alex kept his eyes in the horizon, past all of the death and destruction caused by black ash, watching the sunset that seem frozen to the sky. It was a beautiful sight when you to used on it alone, and Alex was sure Xeron felt the same way.
