A week later, Draven carried Sarah over his shoulder, her legs playfully kicking as he made his way towards the wreckage of his ship, Sword. In the distance, the vibrant foliage of the Life Tree Tribe's forest swayed in the gentle breeze, their destination looming on the horizon.
As they approached Sword's crash site, the once majestic ship now lay battered and charred. Its exterior had taken a beating, and the engine bore the scars of a violent descent from the skies.
Gently, Draven lowered Sarah to the ground, her feet touching the scorched earth. She carried a large bag containing the supplies they had acquired for the ship's repairs. With a mischievous grin, she said,
"Alright, big guy, you can put me down now. It's time to get this beauty back into the air."
