"Forgive me, Erodon," Zera apologized, before dissipating him and transferring him over to encase Alazar. Zera fell to the ground, though catching herself elegantly by landing on her delicate feet like a feline; her auburn curls bouncing slightly with the tap upon the concrete.
Alazar was burning from being trapped in his brother's fire, slowly disintegrating into a boney powder. First his legs, causing him to collapse, then his tail before finally all that was left was his neck and head slowly turning to powder.
"Thank you," Alazar mumbled through his crumbling jaw, as he was finally released from his curse.
Zera held out her hand towards the purple flames, sucking the remaining flames back into her body, tears streaming down her face. She felt the sorrow of the dragons within her.
