Onyx shook her head. “Let’s go.” She said, coming up beside the guards.
Westar stared at her in shock. “What?” Your going to let them take me?” He cried, bouncing back and forth in front of the guard’s weapons. “Why?”
Onyx frowned. “You don’t know the real me, wyrm. I play friendship into many dragons. Starshine, Vixen, Amethyst, Mao. I know there’s a couple names in there you recognize.” She said with a smirk. Her and the guards led the dark blue dragon, who was desperately holding back tears, up to a heavy metal door with bars in front of the window. A rusty gold-colored plaque hung on the door, reading; “302”. Onyx stiffened, but kept moving foward. She unlocked the door and waited for the guards to lead Westar inside.