Klaphus took a deep breath, happy to take in some fresh air at last. His hands were on his hips. He was indeed glad to have his body back from the magical prison he was in for years. Oh, how his consciousness was tortured by that evil place. All his fears and painful memories were playing in a cycle. He swore he would never do anything that would put him back in there.
He looked up at the vast sky, missing to shift and stretch his wings and just fly freely. The sky was dark because of the distant smokes emitted by the battle or another attack. He just knew it was because of it even though he could not see it from here.
His dark eyes went to the unconscious mother and son, who were still lying in a V form, one foot each touching the other. He sighed and gestured his hand over them in a ho
