With a hunter’s rumble Borgian dove toward the base, obliterating every tower in his path. Once the base was won and her riders flew in to collect the bounty, Dally pointed Borgian in the direction of enemy territory. She urged Borgian to hurry, although this time their mission would not be to destroy.
They were going to pay homage.
As they neared their destination, hundreds of dragons were visible in the air and on the ground surrounding the fortress. She landed Borgain in the nearby No Man’s Land, then made her way to the next castle. Others joined and they made their way to the castle bearing their fallen comrade’s name. Dragon Lords from everywhere had come to pay their respects and show their support to the team he left behind. Dally’s eyes filled with tears as she put herself in their place. None of the pain and heartbreak she’d felt over the last year came close to what his family, friends and team mates – wait, team mates are family, so friends and family, were feeling. She let the tears flow freely as she approached the castle steps. She dropped to one knee and gently ran her finger tips across the stone. She closed her watering eyes and whispered,
“Ghost, I did not know you, but I knew of you. It does not matter that you and I were not team mates, or in the same league. In the end, you and I and everyone else here are Dragon Lords. Although we war, and fight, and aren’t always as good to each other as we should be, we are all here for the same reasons. Love of the game, loyalty to and of our team mates and the honor of calling them family. You will be missed, not just here in your castle but everywhere in the game.
Fly Forever on the Wings of Your Dragons, Dragon Lord.”