But not all prayers could be answered.
And instead of the beautiful sound of cracking ground and falling debris, what they were greeted with was the hiss of the cockpit seals disengaging.
It should've been barely audible. But to those watching, it may as well have been the starting bell to war.
Duchess Amelia's body tensed.
She didn't even wait for the door to open and was already stepping forward, eyes locked on the cockpit like it had personally offended three generations of her ancestors.
But who was she kidding? Three? Make that five.
Ollie was practically shaking Kyle now as he stared wide-eyed at the duchess, who was ready to spring.
"Kyle!!!" Ollie hissed, gripping his arm like it was the only thing tethering him to life.
But what could they do?
The mother dragon was ready to strike.
Cece barely managed to intercept her again with both arms outstretched and a full-body tackle that looked far too intense for someone her size.
