Just as Sera's declaration of war went out, she and everyone else mounted their hippogryphs.
Kastral spent a few moments with Alyrine, his mate, and Castor, his son. They rubbed their gigantic heads together, with their eyes closed, while making chittering noises with their beaks.
Sera looked at them, and a pang of pain appeared in her heart. So much could go wrong with her plan, and if she permanently died, Kastral would die with her…
What would happen with the hippogryphs then? Would they survive without their leader? Will Alyrine and Castor be able to live with the pain of losing their loved one?
As more of these questions popped up in her mind, she realized what was happening… She was projecting her situation to Kastral.
She felt fear, or more like worry, towards the future…
Would her family and loved ones survive her failure? Could they move on from her death? How many of her citizens and followers will die if her plan doesn't succeed?
