I finished this the day that I published the first Soulsight chapter as an anniversary gift for its first birthday. It was such an unnoticeable book, and it was so bad. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. Every waking moment I thought about how much I loved it, and how much I could have done to make it better. To make it enjoyable.I've grown a lot in one and a half years. I've been drifting away from writing, and started doing 3d animating. These two chapters took 4 months, when before it would have only took 4 weeks, or even 4 days. I only decided to publish these chapters for fear of forgetting, and to force me to continue writing. Please don't be disappointed, I already am. Just enjoy it. I wrote it to tell a story, and to entertain. I hope it does just that. I won't ask any more of you, except to enjoy it.

If you haven't realised, this is a rewrite of my original Soulsight story. I'm sure you can see the improvements.

~Theresalwaysthatone (Skylight)

Soulsight

As rewrote by Skylight

Happy late birthday Soulsight. You changed my life forever.

Chapter One

A singular egg was laying on a padded nest of moss and leaves. It was a dark green, with black speckles. It was in a clearing, surrounded by luscious vegetation. Ancient trees surrounded it, with a worn path in between two trees that lead to places unknown. Beside the egg laid two dragons huddled up together. One was an emerald color, slim and tall. Even with it's thin build, it still showed hints of excess muscle, remnants of it's past. The other was night black. It's wings speckled with hints of white. This one was more squarely built, not exactly tough, but was definitely more robust than the other dragon. The two were wrapped around each other, their tail's intertwined. Nightwing and Rainwing, not so unlikely of a couple in the times. They were both asleep, the dawn light only just breaking free of the horizon. In the distance two birds were chirping, lost in some unknown conversation having meaning only to them. Then a new sound entered the fray. It was a light tapping. Tip tap tap. A pause. Tap tip tap. The Nightwing stirred. Scritch scratch. Opening her eyes, the Nightwing yawned. She stood up and stretched, then looked around. Her ear twitched. Tip tap scratch. She pinpointed where it was coming from. The egg. A small crack formed on the side, and it was spreading. She tapped the Rainwing with her tail. "Bluebird. Wake up." She whispered.

Bluebird groaned. "What is it babe?" He stood up and yawned as well. His scales shimmered from emerald to a sapphire blue. He looked over to his mate and then followed her eyes. "Is… is it?..."

She smiled. "I think you're about to be a father."

Bluebird licked her muzzle, not finding words to portray his emotions. A soft breeze blew through the wood, the quiet rustle of leaves like a fleeting whisper. The couple settled down together, for they knew the process of hatching could take up to a few hours.

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Emotions. Memories. Sounds. Feelings. The roundness of his shell. The darkness surrounding him. And the countless emotions flowing through his mind. Hope. Joy. Curiosity. Love. It engulfed him. And he wanted to see where it was coming from. Surely there was more than just the small world he knew. Scratching away, pushing at the walls that contained him. He felt the membrane bulge. He felt the shell crack. He knew he was right. There was more to the world than he thought of. He pushed off the floor of the egg and rammed into the wall.

Suddenly light. Blinding light. And smells. And sounds. So many senses he didn't even know he had. He opened his eyes slowly, the white blanket over his vision slowly fading away. The hazy outline of two dragons appeared in front of him. Some unknown chatter seemed to be coming from them, but he couldn't understand it. As his eyes adjusted, the blurred images disappeared, leaving just the clear picture he now saw. The dragonet could also properly hear now, though he could seldom understand anything.

"Blue-Bluebird… What's wrong with it?"

"I don't know… Maybe it has my scales. Maybe it just wants to be white. I bet he'll change any moment now…"

Uncertainty. Confusion. Fear. The dragonet felt that, and let out a small whine. He looked up at the tall beings.

"What if he doesn't? It's bone-white. I've never seen anything like that before."

"Then we'll still raise him. That's just his appearance. Nothing says he's changed on the inside. He's still a dragon."

The Nightwing nodded. "You're right." There was silence for a bit. The dragonet yawned, closing his eyes. The world grew darker. But it wasn't completely dark. A golden-yellow outline of the two dragons faded in. In the middle of each silhouette was a glowing orb. He opened his eyes with surprise.

Bluebird looked at the dragonet and tilted his head slightly. "We need to give this fellow a name soon… Sightviewer, got any ideas?"

"I want something special. Something unique. A name that can be remembered. A name that can have meaning."

"What do you mean? Is it going to be in Nightwing fashion? What are we working with?"

"No, No. It doesn't work with him, I can feel it. Oh! I got one. Xerious. Not many 'x's in names nowadays. And it's unique." Sightviewer said, smiling. Xerious looked up at the mention of his name, but they didn't notice.

The then-blue Rainwing nodded. "I have no objections. If that's what you wish, I'm fine with it. How did you come up with Xerious?"

"It just kinda popped into my head." She admitted.

Xerious stood up, wobbling a bit as he adjusted his balance. It was all about adjustment in the first few days. He wobbled over to his parents and then looked up. He let out a little chirp.

Bluebird smiled, pure happiness and joy on his face. "You chirping at me little guy? Welcome to the family." He softly scratched Xerious on the side of the neck, causing the dragonet to purr lightly. "I'm Bluebird, and this is your mama, Sightviewer. We promise to be the best parents you can have." Bluebird looked at Sightviewer. "I bet he's hungry." Xerious chirped again. Sightviewer ran into the forest, before quickly returning with some sort of small, bumpy fruit. She set it down and rolled it towards Xerious. He was curious of the round object, and pounced onto his meal with another chirp.

"I used to love Kipletecs when I was younger. Ate them all the time." Bluebird thought back with some fondness. Xerious smiled, and them bit into the fruit. He was surprised to find a sweet juice greet his tongue. The young dragonet took another bite.

"He hasn't changed color yet..." Sightviewer pointed out. "I… I don't think he's going to change…"

Bluebird sighed. "I'm not changing what I said. We'll raise him normally. If he asks about it, we'll tell him. Just relax. Everything will be fine." During the conversation, Xerious frowned and tilted his head, taking his eyes off the fruit and onto his parents. He saw the acceptance on his mother's face, and the many questions she had, but more than that, he felt the acceptance and questions. Her emotions soaked into his. He turned to look at bluebird, and then his mental torment flowed into him. Xerious pawed at his head. It hurt. It was confusing. He was confused. He wanted it to stop. Such unknown feelings. It was scary. Why could he feel such things? Something boiled up within him. Burning within his being. Instinctively he opened his maw, and then the fire inside him was no longer in him. A white-hot ball of fire rushed out, tumbling through the air before hitting a bush. The foliage instantly burst into flames. Xerious coughed, and then looked up. He tilted his head as the orange flames danced in his eyes.

Bluebird's eyes widened, and he ran to put the flames out. "Sightviewer! Err, a little help here?" His mate ran over, helping him extinguish the inferno. Luckily dragons developed ways to put out accidental fires, passed down from generation to generation. After dealing with the blaze, Bluebird turned back to look at Xerious. "You're going to be trouble, I can tell already." He smiled and put a wing around Sightviewer. "This is going to be one hell of an adventure, ain't it?"

Sightviewer smiled back at him, her eyes meeting his. "It is. At least we'll be together for it, I'm sure it'll take the both of us."

Xerious smiled. Then he opened his mouth. "Mama."

Sightviewer gasped. Bluebird smile grew. "Look at that, his first word. Little one works fast, doesn't he?"

Sightviewer laid down, in front of Xerious. A feeling of accomplishment ran through him. And another emotion filled him. One that wasn't his. The love of a mother, and the sheer happiness from her. Then the pride of a father, and the pure joy of seeing them together. Xerious purred, no words know to him that expressed his contentment. Then he yawned. Hatching wasn't easy, and the excitement of the morning drained the energy from the poor dragonet. He trotted up to his mother and then laid down beside her. Sightviewer looked up at Bluebird. "I hate to ask this from you, but do you think you could run the errands today? I want to stay and watch Xerious today. Is that fine?"

The Rainwing shifted his color spectrum. "No problem dear. What needs to be done?"

Xerious yawned again and closed his eyes. The golden outline of his parents appeared beside him. Xerious swivelled his head, looking up and down at the shimmering silhouettes. He could feel their emotions, almost like colors. Each one was unique, meaning something different, yet felt so familiar. Happiness. Relief. Worry. Sometimes at the same time. It was confusing. He already knew that. But it was also interesting. He couldn't help but wonder what other mental colors he could find. What else was out there? He snuggled up closer to his mother. A warm fuzziness fell over him, like a comforting blanket. His mother leaned over and licked him on the cheek, her golden outline pressing against him stood out in the void.

"Sleep well, little one…"

The lines faded away. The glowing sphere was the last to go. And then it was all gone, soon replaced with the comfort of sleep. The world so peaceful. So simple.

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Secrets left untouched.

Pasts left forgotten.

Sometimes the things we try to forget the most, are the hardest to forget.

A dragonet, with powers unknown.

A father, seemingly perfect.

A mother, who was too quiet.

Maybe they thought it was for the best.

But things could change.

Things change so fast.

Hold your loved ones close, because in the end, it's all that matters. I promised he wouldn't be forgotten. And I've never broke a promise.The proof is in your hand.