Dark ink dripped down his stained cheeks, taking the form of tears. He tried his best to remain hidden, curled into a ball in the furthest corner of the Night Raven Collage as he could get. While his panic was slowing down, his guilt over his recent overblot was not. He'd hurt so many people.... Dragons were already known for the destructive tendencies and fiery wrath, but Malleus had tried so hard to not be that.... And yet it still happened. A soft sob broke through the silence of his room, and he desperatly tried to curl further into himself.

A soft knock on his door. Someone had found him. His breathing sped up rapidly as he desperately searches for an exit or a hiding place. His window? No, he wouldn't have enough stamina to fly right now, and he couldn't find anywhere to hide in his room....