"Calm yourself, Barren." An old, grumpy skywing grumbled to an older sandwing with a scar over his shoulder. "He knows how to take care of himself, Acsent." A younger Seawing retorted. "Bermuda, your always asking me to help, for once i do and this is what i get?" Ascent stood up, clearly angered. "You get angry so quick, Acsent!" Bermuda stood up now. "Silence! Bermuda, Acsent, can't you ever stop fighting?!? Acsent is right, Bermuda. She was only trying to help. And Ascent, stop being angered so quickly!" A wise rainwing drew near. Bermuda and Ascent dipped their heads in respect. "I'm sorry, Allium. I should be thankful to Ascent." Bermuda said. "And i shouldn't be so quick to anger." Ascent added. "Hush." The sandwing shushed. "It's a prophecy." The three other dragons grew close to Barren, peering over a pool, closing their eyes. "Through mud and sand, through sky and night, the rain shall rise above us all, queiting all bickering." Allium whispered. "But the rain must not consume to much land in greed, for flood will spill all over the land, driving away all life and leaving survivors to gasp for air." Bermuda said warily. "Pyrrhia is in danger of being consumed by the flood, and only the rain can wash it away." Barren said, opening his eyes. "Bermuda? Are you ready?" Ascent asked. He nodded. "I think i already know what it means." Bermuda's wings spread, and he flapped into the sky, heading out of the four's hideout in the sky. "I hope he is right about the prophecy,we can't have Pyrrhia in danger yet again..."