WARNING SPOILERS AHEAD
Darkstalker was teaching Nightwings how to take over the world when...
*poke*
"... and then you take hold of an important dragon."
*poke*
"... So, that when the queen wants the dragon back..."
*Poke*
"..give you the tribe..."
*POKE*
"And then you- Three Moon's what do you want tiny dragon!" Darkstalker growls at the small dragonet.
"Who is the oldest dragon in the world?" She asks.
"Me." Darkstalker responds.
"Nope!" She squeals.
"Who then?" He mutters.
"Your mother!"
"She's dead."
"Nope! She's standing by Winter waiting for you to tell her where Arctic is!" The small dragon scurried off.
"WHAT!" Darkstalker screams.
Hi son!" Foeslayer smiles. The small dragon tells me you know what happened to Arctic! Where is my baby? My love?" Foeslayer asks sweetly.
"..."