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Brenton brought back anyone he could find to Treasca, but unfortunately there where so few left. He found less than twenty out of the thousands who lived in the province that bordered Taylon's lands. Once the survivors where in Treasca's care he began looking in earnest for the other dragon. He could not sense him dead or alive anywhere. Dragons could not track other dragons with magic however so he used his base senses, nothing came to him. He couldn't help, but worry about what could possibly take out another dragon and leave this much destruction behind. The only options he could think of where another dragon or the fae. Not just any fae, but the Unseelie court. They where an evil class of fairies just as powerful as their good counterparts the Seelie. This really felt more like a dragon to him though, since everything was on fire. Dragons did like fire more than any other weapon.

Treasca finally healed the last of the survivors. She collapsed into a chair so tired she could barely raise her head. The sun had fallen, risen, and fallen again but that wasn't why she was this worn out. The magic that had boiled in her veins now seemed the barest trickle like a dried up stream. Her muscles twitched, and her whole body ached. Delyn knelt before her looking into her face.

"You need to go rest, mistress. I promise to wake you if anything changes." He said gently eyes full of concern.

"I would if I thought I could make it up the stairs. I am not sure I can walk." She replied head falling back against the wall behind her. Delyn nodded and swept her into his arms so fast Treasca yelped. He cradled her in his arms moving easily up the long stairs to her room.

"Thank you." Treasca said asleep before he had made it to the landing. Delyn laid her gently on the bed, he stared down at her for several long minutes before turning out the lights, and leaving her to rest.