Stormfrost and Flamefire kept flying up. They didn’t talk, because they needed to conserve air, but soon, Stormfrost’s lungs started to burn. She wanted to open her mouth and take a deep breath, but she knew that there was no air to breathe. And just then, she felt the familiar tickle in her mind. Deathwing reared its sharpened hooves inside her. This time, it made her body lose its air, and she fell unconscious, plummeting down to the ground.

Stormfrost woke to a navy blue sky on its way to turning black. Flamefire was exchanging breath with her, using the last of his breath. His ears were pale, and his face tinged blue, but still, he flew, carrying her past where he needed to, past where the blue sky turns black. He continued until there was a sudden lightness around her, and the dark sky brightened to a golden sky, and green grass sprouted beneath them. They took a deep breath together. They had arrived in the Golden Meadow.