The Elder Dragons spoke once again, "Yoozepode, you are the one who must follow the Great Path. Fate is its boundaries and destiny is its end. You will find the start of the path from within yourself; your heart."
Yoozepode grabbed his chest, feeling his heart pound.
~ Yoozepode saw it, very clearly. He was to return to his beloved home and face his enemies. Fate had itself seen and Yoozepode understood. ~
Yoozepode drifted into the air and flew above his friends. "Come, we must go!" With that Yoozepode was off shooting north, towards his old home. Valux scooped up Metalbolt and flew off, with Eritha following close behind.
Soon the two dragons and Metalbolt caught up with Yoozepode who was sitting on a cliffside, crying.
Metalbolt walked over to him, holding out a claw. "What's the matter?" he asked.
"I was just thinking, what if I'm too late? What if there is no hope?" He replied.
"There is always hope, even in the darkest places." Said Metalbolt pointing down the cliffside, towards a dark spot with a little moon light flickering in the middle of it. "See?"
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