A silhouette lined the sky. A deep rumbling shook the ground, gentle and rhythmic.

The dragon on Olivia’s hand began glowing, and she turned for one last glance at Zephyr’s lifeless body.

The clouds in the distance began parting, and the silhouette began to focus.

It was a large dragon, whose wings spanned the skies. As it flew closer, it blocked out the sun, casting a shadow across the land. Olivia held her hand to her heart and lowered her head in this final testament to Zephyr’s life.

The dragon landed beside Zephyr and stood valiantly.

Raising its head in a final salute, it emitted a loud cry.

It was a soft, but powerful cry. It radiated through the lands and filled the world with its song, the sound carrying a sense of strength and reassurance on the wind.

Gently holding Zephyr in its paw, the dragon again took flight, rising slowly and leaving the remains of its cry echoing throughout the world. It continued on its journey to the heavens, leaving behind nothing but its breath on the wind.