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The sweet smell of familiar land filled the large dragon's nostrils. It was good to be home. Admittedly, she wasn't allowed to call Stormclan her home anymore. She had been exiled many moons ago. But since then, Demonblood had gone through a metamorphosis.
De always felt bad about what had happened to Solareclipse that fateful day. Sometimes she wouldn't show it, other times she cried hysterically. She missed her old friends. Her old clan. Her old family. But even though she had banished her inner demons, she still couldn't return. She was exiled.
Over the moons she changed so much. She became a master torturer in Bloodclan. She became a peace activist for a short time. She killed herself as a sacrifice to a god. She even started a cult. But the most noticeable change was in her soul.
Enyo, a Greek goddess, wanted to descend from Olympus onto earth in the form of a mortal. However, she would lose her powers if she did this unless she possessed a powerful mortal. So she possessed Demonblood. But almost immediately, their souls merged. They became inseparable; they were one in the same. There was no inner arguments about who controlled the body simply because they were the same soul. They are one, and go by the name "Enyo Graeci".
Her longing to return to Stormclan eventually became overwhelming. Now, the dragon finds herself at the very edge of the territory, making sure not to cross the line. "Anyone there? Vi? Little? Six? Magic? Agatha? Jem?" The list could have gone on for forever, but she restrained herself. She was sure most, if not all of these people were gone. It pained her to think that some have them had possibly died. Even more than she wanted to be forgiven, she wanted to see the faces of her old friends.
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