Lune followed Spark after a moment of hesitation. He landed beside her on the cliff, and felt the wind brushing against his scales. "So how exactly do you preform this?" He tilted his head to the side and looked at Spark. He was excited to be learning something new but he kept that to himself.<br/><br/><br/>Spook was starting to regain feeling in his dead limbs. Resting at the bottom of the pond, he felt something against his back. It felt like something was scratching his bones but the feeling soon pasted. He tried to fall back into his slumber but couldn't. Spook was awake and ready to arise. Slowly, he pulled his long talons from the muck; reaching above for the bank of the pond. His black talons tore at the edge, sinking in. Spook began to pull himself from the mud that had been his resting place for so many years. His skull broke the surface, water raining down from the many holes and from his empty eye sockets. Spook's body came next, white bones glistening in the light after being covered for so long. His tail came last, flicking the mud from himself Spook stood and cast a long look around. His dead gaze fell upon three dragons. A low rumble sounded from his chest before Spook let loose a ghostly shriek. He spread his bony wings and lunched himself into the sky, flying free.