Coral rose up and then dived after the human, Spike’s protests drowned out in the wind as his captor flew on, leaving the other two behind. On and on they flew, descending slightly until the familiar site of the Dragonlands filled his vision. He had never seen as much of it from above as he did now, filling him with a strange sense of calm he could not account for, but also a strange emptiness. It was as if the desolate beauty of the brutalised landscape and the unforgiving mountains naked of any snow or trees at once filled a hole in his heart that he didn’t even know existed, but at the same time exacerbated a quiet hunger he thought he had banished years ago.