I KNOW I shouldn't be making another story, but I can't help it!!!! I reread Darkstalker's book and wanted to write about Clearpool because she is awesome. Also, I'M NOT GALUMPING, THIS IS GALUMPING! ksvjskdhxidmdxbixksksbaiskdnn
"Clearpool come in sweetie! Have you caught anything?" Indigo's voice sounded from the small palm hut.
Clearpool looked over at her basket, "Yeah, I caught a tiny bit."
She walked inside to see her brothers, Ripple and Cowrie, wrestling. Well, really Cowrie was wrestling and Ripple was just lying there like he normally did.
Cowrie was a handsome royal blue color, with lighter green under-wings and royal spirals. He was big-muscled for a 5-year-old dragonet.
Ripple, on the other talon, was not quite as impressive. He was light green, with dark blue talons and crest, his eyes being almost purple. He was quite pudgy, and enjoyed laying around.
Her father sat on one of their reed beds, his eyes tired and wistful at the same time.
Indigo sat beside him, her dark blue scales shining in the torchlight. She smiled at Clearpool, before adressing her brothers, "Cowrie, stop wrestling with your brother. If you want a real challenge, face me!"
Fathom spread his light-green wings, "Oh no you don't! You're gonna put him in a coma dear!"
Clearpool smiled wickedly and she jumped at Cowrie, "Roar!" she yelled, taking care to not use her claws.
"Grr!" He growled at her, trying to push her off.
"Clearpool! I just said stop!" Indigo said through giggles, restraining herself from joining.
She gently bit his neck, making a popping sound, "You dead!"
"Arggghh Bleh." Cowrie flopped over, closing his eyes.
Indigo walked over to him, "No, my beautiful son why? Looks like we will have extra fish!"
His eyes widened, "Are you serious?"
"He's alive! It's a miracle!" Fathom smiled at him, "Alright, let's eat, I'm starving."
They all settled around a low table, and Clearpool pulled out her basket of fish and dumped it on the table. Ten fish tumbled out from the basket.
"Wow! Have you been practicing?" Cowrie smiled at her, grabbing two fish.
"You are getting better!" Indigo looked at the fish, "I remember when you were little, you used to wait for the fish with the patience song, and you would miss it every time!" she giggled.
"Mooom! I was like, two when that happened!" Clearpool rolled her eyes with a smile.
After an interesting dinner, Cowrie went out to spar with Indigo, Fathom went swimming, and Ripple was practicing being a puddle.
Clearpool flew up to her tree platform. It was made of halved jungle logs, set in such a way that made it sturdy but comfortable to sit on.
She rubbed a spot on the wood, remembering when Fathom and her worked hard to make it smooth. She was three at the time, and roared whenever something didn't go right.
She chuckled to herself as she settled onto the soft wood. The star-speckled black velvet sky as a comforting sight. The wind whistled past her ears in a familiar way.
She stared at the stars, then at the faraway jungle. Clearpool sighed as she spread her blue wings. She wanted to fly over there to explore, but her parents would almost certainly say no. Well, there's no harm in trying. she thought as her talons left the wood.
Clearpool landed in the soft sand, looking around for her mother and brother. From an outside and unfamiliar eye, the island looked like all the other small, random dots of sand that were scattered around the ocean.
Clearpool approached the water, listening to the soothing sound of waves hitting the shore. She looked around for her mother, but no one was in sight.
Suddenly, something grabbed her talons and dragged her under the water.
Her instincts kicking in, she scratched her opponent in a fury of bubbles before a bright light in a familiar pattern stopped Clearpool dead in her tracks.
Fathom was in front of her, all of his glowing spirals shining. He giggled at her, and signed in Aquatic, Calm down dragonet! Your mother did the exact thing when she was small. Wanna go for a swim? I found a new reef!
Finding a new reef was not uncommon, and the size ranged from a dragonlength to almost the entire coastline. However, finding them was always exciting and was treated as important news.
Forgetting about her question, she agreed, and they were off. Clearpool loved the sea. It was always so welcoming.
The blue of the sea seem to blend with her scales, and she was thankful for the nightvision. She paddled along the ocean floor, scaring snails and fish to dart away.
She passed a large crab making his way along the white sparkling sand. It saw her and snapped it's claw indignantly.
Fathom stopped short. He looked back at her and he looked down, I needed to talk to you. There is a cave up here, follow me.
Clearpool looked at him, confused. Why did he want to talk to her? Did she do something wrong?
She followed him up into a small hollow and they both slithered onto the rock, leaving a trail of wet talonprints.
He looked down as he spoke to her, tracing a talon on the stone, "I thought we would tell you this when you were eight, but I guess now isn't a bad time. Your sixth hatching day is in a few days now, and you are the eldest, and you are named after a certain dragon. I think it's time to tell you who and why."
He chuckled and reached inside a small bag she didn't notice, and he pulled out a strand of pearls, the same ones she saw mother often wear, and he pulled out Blob.
"Why is Blob here?" Clearpool poked at the octopus, which earned her a dignified look.
"Well, have you ever wondered What kind of octopus he is? And why your mom loves to wear these pearls when she is working? Well, that's because they are Animus touched." he nodded to her.
"But who-" she cut herself off as her mind came to the conclusion, "You are an Animus!"
So? I wanted to do some backstory, but you all know that. Leave a comment before you leave!