Feathered wingbeats plowed overhead, an Air Dragon twisted his neck, scouring the ground. Finch rubbed his hair, what and who exactly was this other dragon? He took the tiny scrap of paper in his talons and opened it, hovering in air while trying to read it. No dragon's face was sketched onto the page, but multiple notes had been written down, quite hurriedly he guessed by the sloppiness of the writing.

     'Don't think, don't show, can't let anyone know.' Finch repeatedly said in his head.

     He needed a way of getting money, and he was NOT willing to work in a monotonous shop. Atleast with this place everyday would be new. He was with other dragons, other dragons who didn't exactly fit in, just like he did. He felt safe here because no one here knew him. He twiddled with the paper in his claws.

     He needed two dragons. Landslide, and Cattail. They seemed to be siblings, and their scales were very similar. He saw quickly written down names, two others to be exact, that had been scratched out.

     Mosstail and Fernwing.

     Finch wondered what this dragon wanted with these four. What had they done? The Fern dragon certainly didn't seem threatening. He was quite an easy target actually. Were all of these siblings working together or something, or was this all a part of some bigger plot? Finch stopped in midair, gazing along the ground. He spotted a large Earth Dragon sitting by a lake, her horns were a deep chocolate brown, the scales around her tail had faded into the grass, then shifted back to her normal scale colors, then back again. She skimmed her tail along the water solmenly. That must be Cattail.

     She was just outside of Fernwing's den, the family den, and the description matched her perfectly. Finch was about to swoop behind a tree when another dragon came. He was far larger than he and Cattail, about double Finch's height. Finch landed on a cliffside behind a bush and observed from up there. He saw the new Rock Dragon's wings flare outward then close quickly. It looked like he was urgently telling Cattail something. Finch strained his ears.

     "He's gone, he's gone, he's gone-" the Rock Dragon said. He had a deep voice that sounded very hurt.

     Cattail looked up and held the dragon by the shoulders, trying to calm him down.

     "Landslide, calm down, what are you talking about?" Cattail looked worried.

      'Landslide, that's him.' Finch thought.

     "He's gone, he's gone.." Landslide repeated again.

     "Who's gone?" Cattail rubbed her brother's back.

     "It's Fern, he's gone-" Landslide choked on his words.

     "What do you mean?" Cattail asked.

     "I told you, I told you I should've stayed. But now he's gone, and it's my fault," Landslide mused.

     "No-" Cattail started.

     "I came back to the den, no one's seen him today," Landslide held his head in his talons.

     Finch watched Cattail's arm stop stroking her siblings back, then reach up to her mouth. The rest was inaudible, and she began to cry. He saw Landslide turn to his sister's side to hug her, and Finch was able to catch his face.

     Finch sat and stared, amd stared only. He didn't know what to do. Right now was probably the worst time he could've came. He suddenly felt very guilty. These siblings didn't look like they deserved any of this. What was Sahara's plan? He gazed longingly at Landslide. Cattail's tears dripped into the lake below them.

     "First Moss, now Fern," she shut her eyes tightly.

     Finch gripped his claws into the ground, feeling uncomfortable. He had a sick feeling in his stomach, like a million pounds of guilt squishing out his insides. Finch sat up, he'd make it up to them, or well- try the best he could to make them feel better.

      He'd find a way.