"Kill? Kill?! We can't kill Iris!" Cried out Blueberry, flapping his wings up and down, and showing his fangs and his stinger, obviously flabbergasted.
"Exactly!" Said Sodalite, glaring at her friends, showing how disappointed how Faintwing and Antelope could say such a thing like saying, 'Oh, yeah. Let's kill Iris just because she's infected!'.
"She still has a life! And does the other infected dragons too! Yes, I know that they're dangerous to us, and can harm us... But we could use Iris and instead use her for something useful." Sodalite's barb would lower down. Faintwing would raise an eyebrow. "And how do you think we may do that?" She asked.
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Sodalite loved her friends, basically, she loved her family and everyone she knew. Yeah, she might hate some people, but she doesn't let hatred control her. But if she lets this terrifying plague get to her, she might as well kill everybody while she has it.
The new plague is terrifying for everybody, making everyone killers and savages, like having no soul in them as if they were an animus gone crazy. And that's exactly how it got the name, "The Soul Taker", or, "The Plague of Souls." And yet, almost everyone that she knows of has it, and it's sad and depressing, and also horrifying to see the people that she has known for so long.. Gone insane.
The only people that she has now that aren't infected are two of her friends, and five random, and complete strangers she either barley knows or never knew them at all.
Either way, them and herself need to save the world, and hopefully find new people out there, still healthy and alive. They all need to find the cure,All Rights Reserved