The royals, blind in lust for might,
Seek wings to rule, not bonds of light.
They snatch the eggs with a sword and lie,
To mount the skies and learn to fly.
Skylar
I wake as pain shoots through my body like a blade.
My eyes flash open as I cry out at the unexpected pain. Six pairs of jeweled eyes look back at me.
“Skylar, what is it?” Ryuki asks.
“I must have moved wrong in my sleep,” I say, fighting to breathe while Cyryl begins to click agitatedly. “It’s okay, Cyryl. I’m okay. I just … I just need to be more careful.”
She swings her head to Bynjym. ‘Help her!’
“I’m okay …”
“No, you’re not,” Ryuki says, dropping into the nest and walking over to me. He crouches beside me. “I’m guessing you have to go to the bathroom as well?”
The moment he asks, my bladder responds, feeling li
