The skies above soon stirred with movement and awe. The Apelings, rode upon never seen before creatures, a majestic mounts of Hippogriffs, creatures of feather and fang, half-eagle and half-stallion. They filled the sky in grand formation, wings beating in rhythmic harmony as sunlight danced off their silvery feathers. The air echoed with their cries as they soared southward, carrying their riders toward the southern continent.
Zephyr and the others leaders, upon witnessing such a magnificent sight, breathed a collective sigh of relief. For the first time in months, it seemed that one of their greatest worries had been laid to rest.
Perhaps things would stay that way, they thought. Their people had something else in mind.
