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Amy ran around laughing not caring what was happening around her.

Asher heard laughing nearby. He looked at the semi-conscious echidnas, who were tending to each other. "I'll be back," he said. He set off to investigate and soon found a grayish purple echidna playing around. He sighed. "Well, at least she's optimistic,"

Amy then stopped and sat down. "I hope everyone is okay.." Amy says.

Asher shook his head. "I wish that were the case. Lots of people are dead or missing, and everyone else is injured in one way or another," he said, looking at his bandaged arm. "Too many are dead,"

"We could immigrate..."
"How? This is a flying island. And even if we could get off where would we go? Nowhere else is safe!"
"What about Albion?"
"Albion is a myth!"

"What are we going to do?" Amy asked.

"Not much we can do," Asher said. "The clans are scattered, but I'll bet the Nocturnus clan will regroup soon so whatever we do we have to act fast," he paused. "Sorry, just a lot on my mind right now," He looked at her and gestured for her to follow.

"Okay." Amy said.

The "camp" was in dissaary, and all of the a dozen and a half echidnas were arguing amongst themselves. Asher put a hand on his forehead. "Two minutes, and I come back to this. As if the monster attack wasn't stressful enough," he huffed. He suddenly let out a long, shrill whistle and the camp fell silent. "Thank you. Now, what's going on?"

"Um........ can we all just stop fighting?" Amy asked.