the prayers that have already come about

LIAM

Oh, how I find every subtle thing screams your name
It reminds me of places of times we shared

In the weeks after Stormbreak's fall, Liam lingered in the Greatwood, unwilling to leave his home and partner when the world suddenly felt so uncertain and breakable. But in the end, he couldn't bear to bury his head in the sand and ignore the world's problems, so he booked a flight on a skyship to King's End, where he knew some of the Stormbreak refugees would be staying. Perhaps there was something he could do to ease their transition.

So he arrived, two dragons in tow, on one hot summer day when angry, dark clouds roiled overhead. Liam eyed them warily as he made his way towards New Haven. With this kind of weather, it was very possible that a storm was brewing - and lightning strikes when things were this dry were sure to cause problems.

Sure enough, he'd no sooner made it to the village than a bolt cracked through the sky; it hit not far away, close enough that Liam could see the sparks fly. He was moving towards the spot before he could think, no particular plan in mind other than to do what he could to stop an inferno from devouring New Haven.

Couldn't live locked in these memories
Now I'm chained to my thoughts again