Before Sharon could speak, or act, in the affirmative, the sky above them split with a whoosh like pulled stitching. Sharon and Charlotte felt a familiar tugging suction pulling them into the air.
“The Council!” Sharon shouted in alarm.
This could be interesting, Charlotte smirked, as the red dragoness took wing. As she flew effortlessly through the portal, Sharon recognized Charlotte’s heritage runic markings flare brightly once more along her neck and underbelly scales.
Annie and Pen followed suit, while the silver dragoness’ telekinetic power kept Sharon’s ascent in check. Sharon’s aqua blue eyes remained focused on the glimmering magical disc above her that would lead her again to the Draconic Council, and back to her hibernating mate, Nobakai...
Tom, however, had no such luck. In his fearful backward dodge of the tumbling helicopter (pulled by the intense force of the portal), he stumbled right into its cone of influence.
Three dragons, one dragon-touched woman, and an extremely frightened firefighter appeared on the other side of the dimensional vortex. They came to a gentle rest atop floating islands of water (for Sharon), lava (for Charlotte), stacks of ancient tomes (for Annie), and plain dirt ground (for Tom). Pen hovered in space of his own accord.
The Draconic Council convenes once more, thundered the red dragon to the others (including a still-petrified Nobakai). Now begins the resolution of the matter before us:
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