He had to find her.
There was no way he couldn't.
He flew high into the air and scanned the area around him, looking for anything orange.
He saw nothing. She must've gotten far away, although he was unsure exactly how.
At this point, she could've been anywhere.
Comparing the search for her to that of a needle in a haystack would've been an understatement.
He needed help. Desperately.
Fortunately, he knew who to go to, and he flew away, keeping an eye on the ground as he flew just in case he saw her.
After a few minutes, he found himself in a very large city with people walking to and fro.
Floralia, capital city of Paradise. It was the oldest city in Paradise as well as the largest, and it was also where most of his friends lived.
He navigated through the streets until he found himself at a small house. It was where Melody lived.
He landed and walked up to the door, then knocked on it.
The small girl ran, and ran, and ran.
She wasn't lost. She knew where she was going.
She ran, and ran, and ran for what felt like an eternity, until she had completely exhausted herself. But she'd made it to where she wanted to be.
She looked out at the amazing view around her. She could see off into the distance, but there wasn't much to see other than the cool sunset off in the distance.
She thought to herself about the day's events.
She'd failed. She was supposed to fly, yet she wasn't. And it was the easiest ability she was supposed to learn?!
If what her father said was correct, she should've been flying awhile ago. Yet she still wasn't.
She was a disappointment to her father and everyone else.
No. She came to this place for a reason.
She wouldn't let herself be a disappointment to her father.
An hour had passed. Azeon told Melody the problem, and they gathered the rest of their friends. Even Lucas was brought along, although not by his own will.
Now, Azeon was searching through the forest with a few people that Lucas had amassed to search in his place.
The sun had completely set by this point, and it was getting difficult to see. Azeon was relying on a life crystal's glow to be able to do any searching at all.
He was beginning to lose hope.
He heard a woosh in the sky and turned around to see a flash of yellow and green land in front of him.
"We searched the sky for miles around here," Percival said,
"Anything?" Azeon asked hopefully.
"Some small footprints. About the size that it could be your kid," Isa stated blankly, "Thought we'd tell you, but don't get your hopes up."
"It's the only lead we have. Lead me to where you saw them, please," Azeon begged.
"You're lucky your kid is one of us," Isa grumbled, "Come on."
He followed the two other heroes until they came back down into the forest. There was a small marker that they saw, and right beside it were the footprints he'd heard about. They led off into the unknown.
"Thank you," He said, "I'm going to go follow this trail of footprints."
"Hope you find her!" Percival wished.
Azeon nodded and took off.
The footprints lasted awhile. The spacing of them made it seem like she was in a full-on sprint for ages.
It worried him. Why would she need to run so far and so fast, for so long?
With this anxiety, he flew faster.
After following the trail for like 15 minutes, it stopped.
He looked around him.
He was at the opposite edge of the forest, at the base another set of small mountains. Other than the mountains, there wasn't really anything around. No place where anything or anyone could be hiding.
He flew upward until he got to the top of the nearest mountain.
There was no one there.
He looked around him once again, and lost all hope. His only trail had ended.
He looked downward in guilt and despair, and he saw something orange out of the corner of his eye.
He looked over, and he saw her. All the way at the bottom, lying on the ground.
Something twisted in his gut.
"Oh... oh no..."
"PHOTA!" He screamed, and flew down toward her.
He landed next to her, and cringed.
He couldn't tell if she was even conscious. A spiderweb of cracks ran all across her body that was slowly and steadily increasing, and there were... shards of her... broken off. Lying on the ground beside her.
It was in this moment he made a horrific conclusion.
She'd fallen all the way from the top of the mountain.
It was amazing that she was even alive. A fall like that should've shattered her body completely. Left her as nothing but a lifeless pile of orange shards.
But it didn't. He had to save her.
He gently picked her up, and cradled her in his arms. She stirred with a weak groan.
"Dad...?" She whispered weakly.
"Don't worry. I'm here now. You're safe now," He said, forcing himself to stay calm, "Let's get you home."
She closed her eyes and weakly nuzzled into his arms.
As slowly and gracefully as he could, he raised into the air, and began to make the long journey home.
Once they got back, he could help her. He knew it.
They just needed to be strong. Both of them.