Away from where the cave Spike was staying, Ember’s flight path took him eastward. There was little to take in but the shining of the evening sun against his scales, the heavy breeze that often encompassed the Dragon Lands buffeted against him and the innumerable geysers shooting out fumes and ash clouds into the sky. The land was the typical fare Spike had become accustomed to, rocky, lava-dotted bands of small volcanoes and flowing molten lakes that cut through the landscape, creating clusters of little islands. 