The midday sun shone brightly over the verdant plains just outside Dragon City. Hollyberry Cookie, Pitaya Dragon Cookie, and Wildberry Cookie trekked through the rolling hills, the earth beneath their feet warm with the summer heat. The air was filled with the sound of chirping birds and the gentle rustle of leaves swaying in the breeze. It was a moment of peace in what had been a turbulent journey.

Pitaya Dragon Cookie walked ahead, their dragon-like traits hidden under a cloak. They seemed unusually quiet, fiery spirit subdued as if something weighed heavily on their mind. Hollyberry Cookie, always the boisterous and lively adventurer, noticed the change in demeanor and exchanged a concerned glance with Wildberry Cookie.

"Pitaya," Hollyberry began, her voice tinged with warmth and curiosity, "you've been awfully quiet today. Something on your mind?"

Before Pitaya Dragon Cookie could answer, they froze in their tracks. Their eyes narrowed, and their tail flicked sharply, a clear sign of alertness. Wildberry Cookie, ever the vigilant protector, clenched his fists and scanned the area for danger.

Then, it came. A haunting, melodic sound echoed through the hills. It was a strained, mournful tune, filled with sorrow yet tinged with a strange kind of beauty. The very air seemed to grow heavy with the weight of it.

Pitaya Dragon Cookie's eyes widened in shock and recognition. "No..." they whispered, their voice barely audible.

Hollyberry Cookie tilted her head, concern etched on her face. "What is it? What’s that sound?"

Pitaya turned to face her, their usual confident expression replaced by one of deep sorrow. "It's the Song of the Final Flame," they said. "The last cry of a dragon at the end of its life."

The words sent a chill through the group. Hollyberry Cookie's smile faded, replaced by a rare seriousness. Wildberry Cookie furrowed his brow, his protective instincts kicking in.

"But... why here? Why now?" Wildberry asked, his voice low. "Dragons don't just sing their Final Flame for no reason."