Don't Wanna Miss A Thing Color

colored version.

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A few days passed by as Pterano improved on his walking. Soon enough, he no longer needed anyone to escort him to places. He just needed his handy dandy staff that Devon found for him while fishing the previous morning.

And that brings us to Devon as he stood at the entrance of the cave, watching the stars as tears were pouring down his cheeks. He pondered over what his father had told him just a few weeks before. The thought of his father being as evil as he is haunted him. "I was gonna disown ya anyway..." He closed his eyes, only for his quiet moment to get interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Devon looked up to see his older friend gazing down at him with concern in his dark blue eyes. Without an answer, Devon threw his arms around Pterano's waist, crying into his chest. "What's wrong, son?" Pterano asked, as he wrapped his arms around the kid below him.

The younger flyer didn't answer his question as he buried his face into his chest, tightening his arms around him. Pterano just held the boy close, rubbing his hands up and down his back, trying his absolute best to calm him down. He held him for what seemed like forever before Devon pulled back, gazing up at the older flyer with great admiration. "Are you okay?" Pterano asked, wiping the sad young flyer's cheek.

Devon hesitated, sighing and laying his cheek directly over Pterano's heart. He closed his eyes. "He disowned me..."

Pterano's eyes widened in horror and disbelief, before gritting in teeth in anger. It didn't even take a millisecond for him to figure out what Devon was taking about. Sure he expected it, but it sure made him mad. If Sierra was in sight, Pterano wouldn't hesitate one second to feed that no good dirty rotten poor excuse of a father to the sharpteeth himself. Oh yes, he was going to kill him...

"It's okay," Devon spoke after a while, snapping Pterano out of his thoughts. "I probably deserved it."

Pterano pulled him away from him but he still held on to him. "Devon, don't you dare talk about yourself that way! Do you hear me? You are an amazing kid." He made sure to emphasize the word 'amazing'. "When I told you I couldn't ask for a better son, I meant it."

"Please don't leave me."

"Devon, that is never going to happen. Do you hear me? It's not! Sierra can't get rid of me that easily." Devon laughed at his friend's statement. Even in times like these, he absolutely loved how Pterano spoke. "And speaking of Sierra, you'd better hope beyond all hope that I don't see him again. Cause if I do, I'm going to knock him straight off his perch!" Devon laughed harder as Pterano cupped his cheek gently. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Ya promise?"

"With all of my heart."

Devon threw his arms around Pterano's neck, hugging him tightly as he felt strong, protective arms warp around his waist, pulling him closer. He smiled through his leftover tears. "I love you...Dad."

Pterano's eyes widened; Did I finally hear those four words? He smiled the biggest smile, letting tears of joy run down his cheek, not giving a rock if Devon knew he was crying or not. "I love you too, my son." He tightened his arms around the kid, pulling him even closer.

Devon nuzzled his shoulder happily. Never before had he felt so protected. Never before had he felt so comfortable. So loved. There was no safer place in the world than being in Pterano's arms, he decided, not even the Great Valley. He literally felt like, no matter how scary or confusing the world may seem, Pterano's arms would be the safest place to turn to. His warm embrace was something that could never be replaced. He even fell asleep, right there in the older flyer's arms.

Pterano chuckled softly as he lifted his son off the ground and carried him into the cavern, placing the younger flyer gently on the ground. He smiled proudly as he continued to hold the sleepy blue flyer he wished his son. He nuzzled him gently, chuckling. "Sweet dreams, my son." No sooner than this, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.