Lyria's POV
At the age of sixteen, I already had become a Elytra Corps member and the apprentice of Lady Azura.
I wasn't skilled in battle techniques, so Azura usually sent me out for scouting.
After three months of training, I had received the nickname "The Wind Walker".
I think that was one of the best moments of my life.
Whenever Azura couldn't mentor me, mostly due to being a mother now, Hilda took me under her wing.
Anyways today, I heard Patrick banging his head against the wall, which was probably not safe because he would totally get a concussion but then again Pat has a very very thick skull because he has not had any brain damage and OOH! A BUTTERFLY!
Right after Patrick finally stopped hurting his head, I walked towards Lady Azura who was staring at her son (I FORGOT HIS NAME, ALLISTAR? SHIT!).
"AZURA!" I shouted, hugging my mentor tightly.
My mentor looked up, but for some odd reason, while she was smiling, her eyes were puffy and wet.
"Azura?" I whispered. "Are you alright?"
"I miss them,"
"Who?"
"My friends," Azura sighed. "Daryll and Dexter."
I blinked. I had heard those names several times but never bothered to ask who they were. But they were clearly important to Azura.
"Who were they?"
"Daryll was a member of the Frostbourne and one of my closest friends," my mentor told me. "And Dexter... she was my childhood friend and partner."
"Wait, aren't you married?" I asked.
"What?! No! Not like that! Dex and I are just friends, that's all." Azura replied, looking flustered. "Besides she was in the Elytra Corps as well."
She was?
"I haven't seen any of them in such a long time," my mentor added.
I smiled, embracing my mentor even tighter than before. "Don't worry," I whispered. "They're still alive. I'm sure of it."
My mentor smiled at me, although her smile didn't quite reach her eyes.
"I hope so,"