"Wait! Come back!" Fidget shouted as she quickly pursued a magical sword, which would fly away faster and faster. She would follow it for a stretch, flying beside a long river of lava until at last, she found what the sword had been searching for. The sword, Ahrah, had lodged itself in the volcanic rock beside the body of Dust. Fidget's eyes welled with tears at the sight of him and the horrendous state he was in. She flew to him, faster than she had before and landed next to his head. His hat was lost during his battle with General Gaius. His cape had long since burned away and his clothes were close to ashes. His fur had been charred and covered in soot. She heard him taking sharp, raspy breaths. How he was alive she didn't know, but it didn't matter to her now that she had found him.

She tried to grab one of his paws and lift him into the air, but he was much too heavy for her. She, invigorated with a rapidly growing sense of urgency, flew high into the air and dashed to the moonblood camp. She arrived in the camp, shouting to everyone nearby that Dust was alive, flying fast towards the main tent where the Ginger and the Elder stayed. Ginger, a cream-colored feline with ginger hair and large blue eyes immediately looked up at Fidget as she barged into the tent.

"Dust is alive! He needs our help!" And just like that Fidget darted out of the tent. The Elder and Ginger stood up, Ginger running out of the tent and following Fidget along with many of the moonblood soldiers. Nearly the whole camp would follow Fidget to see the legend, the one who had ended the crusade against the moonbloods and saved their entire race from extinction. Dust still lay on the ground, his clothes started to burn away from the heat and nearby magma. Several soldiers, upon seeing Dust's still body, lept forward to pick him up. They held him with caution, not wanting to add to any injuries he may have sustained, and slowly brought him back to the moonblood camp.

The group of 8, consisting of Dust, Fidget, the Elder, Ginger, and four soldiers, entered the infirmary tent and sat Dust on a bed. The four soldiers left and a moonblood doctor with red skin entered the tent. The doctor first removed what was left of Dust's clothing and put out the embers. Then he would apply ointment on Dust's wounds and quickly wrap them in gauss. Fidget, Ginger, and the Elder would stay back, not wanting to interfere with the doctor's procedure. Dust would finally be dressed in a lightweight robe. Ginger anxiously wrung her hands over each other. Fidget slowly approached the bed and watched Dust's light breathing, growing more and more restless.

"Just wake up already!" She growled and flew above Dust, jumping on his chest. Dust lurched forward, coughing out ash and soot while gripping the bed. Dust gasped for air as he continued to cough out ash, Fidget now hovering above him. Dust breathed heavily as he looked around, taking in his surroundings. Ginger ran forward and hugged Dust, tears rolling down her cheeks, Fidget joining in. Although their tight hugs hurt, it was soon forgotten in the warmth he felt in their embrace. The doctor would soon leave and the Elder would slowly approach, although he had no words. He, too, was joyful to see Dust had survived certain death. Ginger looked Dust in his light blue eyes.

"I thought I had lost you again," she said, lightly choking on her words. Fidget piped up.

"Don't you ever do that again! If I swoop down to save you then you better let me!" Fidget would continue to go on a tangent, Dust watching and smiling all the while. The Elder finally spoke up.

"I believe that we should give Dust time to rest, he is not in a good state and needs time to heal," and with that, the Elder walked out of the tent. Ginger looked at Fidget and then back at Dust.

"I guess he's right, I'll be back later to check on you Dust." She gave him another hug and slowly stood up, leaving the tent. Fidget looked down at Dust and shook her head.

"I'm not leaving your side again," Fidget would land on his bed next to him, stretching. Dust would sigh, smiling.

"How...how long had I been out?" Dust asked, his fingers running over the patches of fur that had been burned off.

"I'm not sure, but it took us at least 40 minutes to find you. That was only because Ahrah had flown to you…" Her eyes widened, "oh no, I left him behind when we were getting you!" And with that, she dashed out of the tent. Dust chuckled and slowly laid back, letting out a deep sigh and closing his eyes. Dust hovered between consciousness and dreams when an invisible figure entered his tent. The figure slowly and silently approached Dust's bed, sliding a curved dagger out from his sleeve and raising it above his head. Dust's eyes shot open and reached out to the side. Ahrah flew into his hand and he swung upward, blocking the dagger. Dust felt his strength fading as he held the man's knife at bay, he grunted and pushed back quickly. The invisible figure would stumble back and then leap at Dust and jab at his side, Dust quickly blocked the jab and swung at the invader's arm. The attacker's arm flew off with a sickening sound of enchanted steel cutting through flesh and bones. The arm and the dagger scattered across the floor as Dust lept forward and stabbed the attacker through the chest.

Dust hit the ground hard, trembling and panting. His body hadn't been ready for combat, his head pounded like a large drum. He clutched his head as a group of soldiers rushed into the tent. The last thing Dust saw was a blurry image of Fidget and Ginger looking over him when he was softly placed back into the bed.