“Leif, I’m going to tell you a secret, that I’ve been keeping for ten years” Chenoa said.Leif smiled. "I like you, Cyprus, I truly do. You're a great dragon. But I don't think you understand how impossible it is to rebound after- after this. I just led two tribes into a pointless war, killing hundreds of NightWings and RainWings. I was mad, Cyprus, MAD! My soul, it's- it's... I thought it was gone. I wanted to kill Brightscales and Blackflower, I really did, but every time I had the opportunity... I didn't commit. They are simply defending their home, their tribe." He shook his head. He was saying too much. Why would they care? And now he was powerless. That thought scared him terribly. Leif backed up a step, shaking his head slowly, when the ice beside him shattered and the invisible dragon seemed to emerge. "No," he whispered bitterly, wincing as he tried to think of a way to counter the Animus' spell. The only problem: there wasn't a way.