The next day, Alex left the Dark Dragon Hills.
He knew that it would be hard for him to go. He looked back so many times before he was able to finally leave. In just a month, he had grown so attached to this place. No, it wasn't this place that he couldn't leave, it was her. It fascinated him how quickly his world had changed. He hadn't even gone that far from her yet and he already wanted to go back.
He looked back at the Dark Dragon Hills from afar once again, pressing his lips tight.
"I'll be back as soon as possible, Abigail. Wait for me," he mumbled to himself before he leapt away, moving fast. The quicker he finished this, the quicker he would be back.
The sun was setting when he finally arrived in front of an enormous and gothic-looking palace. This was the great palace where he grew up. The place that he was supposed to call home, the place he was supposed to belong.
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