I might be going a little overboard with Darkstalker and Clearsight's conversations, but I generally know what to make them like.
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~Darkstalker
Darkstalker glared at Arctic, his father, with a deadly gaze. He looked out at the crowd of NightWings gathered. He pondered what would be the best way to kill him…his dear old traitor father. He wasn't sure what triggered it—a vision flashed in his head when he blinked. He looked around, and then the image appeared again, clearer. Clearsight…flying across the continent. Meeting dragons Darkstalker didn't know existed. With wings like a butterfly's…and then something more. A new tribe, red and orange and yellow and black. He realized something; Clearsight was right. This wasn't the right path.
Of course, him being king was, but not this vision, not this version of Clearsight's future. What he saw…he couldn't believe it. It was her…but with dragonets. Not Eclipse, Shadowhunter, or Fierceclaws (or whatever that dragonet would be named). But with dragonets he's never seen, with dragons he never even knew existed. He looked back up at his father.
He would figure out what to do with him later.
He looked behind him, and only Whiteout was there. He walked over and whispered gently, "Where did Clearsight go?"
Whiteout looked up, the glimmer of tears in her eyes. "She said to tell you that she's at Agate Mountain." She said. Her gaze drifted to Arctic, who sat on the stage, almost innocently. "Please don't hurt Father. He may be black, but there is gold within him."
Darkstalker nodded, brushed his wings gently with hers, then took off.
He landed beside Clearsight, and she looked up at him.
"I thought you'd be mad." Clearsight murmured. "I took your scroll."
"I realized what would happen if I killed my father." Darkstalker said.
"Just this last time, tell me what." Clearsight whispered. "I…I don't want this to end this way."
Darkstalker looked at Clearsight, directly meeting her gaze. "Stop with the 'last time' talk, my love. I don't know what you saw, but I didn't kill Arctic. " Not yet, anyway… his mind whispered. "Call me crazy, but I saw a vision. You, dragonets, on the other side of the continent."
"Where were you in the vision?" Clearsight asked.
"I don't know." Darkstalker confessed. "But I do know that I would be devastated if I didn't at least try to give you the future you've seen."
"Darkstalker…" Clearsight began. "What will dragons say when you come back? Your 'big punishment' towards Arctic can't be left as a cliffhanger." She paused, then added, "And Allknowing's prophecy about you still stands true. Even if you change…there's still a chance that you go mad."
"Then tell me what to do." Darkstalker said. "Tell me how to get to the perfect future."
"I can try," Clearsight replied. "But I sent my parents, Listener, and her parents away. Maybe even the queen, if Listener could get to her. And Fathom might've left…"
"Use your powers to get to them." Darkstalker said. "Please, my love. I'll do whatever you tell me. I'll even put off my invincibility and immortality spells. Find a better way to protect myself, and our future." Clearsight looked out into the sunset. Darkstalker followed her gaze, through the desert, to the Sky Kingdom, and as far as the Kingdom of Sea.
"Darkstalker, I need you to promise me something." Clearsight said.
Darkstalker looked at her, but she didn't meet his gaze. "Yes, Clearsight?" He asked.
"I need you to tell me that if you ever go mad," Clearsight began, "that you will put on this bracelet." She took off her bracelet, and Darkstalker heard her worried thoughts and visions of what could've happened. She set it between them. "Make it so then a trusted dragon buries you somewhere where no one will find you. Then they should get as far away as possible so then they don't release you." She finally met his gaze. "And for now, I'm glad you're not evil. It would've been hard to forget what I would've done…"
Not from what I saw, Darkstalker thought bitterly before stopping herself. Why was he complaining? He had his love, and soon his friends and their friends will be here. Then he can apologize, and beg Clearsight to help him convince the queen that he won't evil. The first part would be easier—except for Fathom, who he'd half to explain why he put Indigo into the little octopus—the second would be harder. Maybe he could somehow get the queen to forgive him with some enchantments…
These are the thoughts that brought you here, Darkstalker scolded himself. He stood up, then nearly jumped as the mountain began to fall. He took off, Clearsight close behind him—with her bracelet in her talons, he noticed. They started flying back to the kingdom, and Darkstalker had a thought pop into his head. "Where did you put my scroll?"
"I gave it to Fathom." Clearsight admitted.
"Tell him to destroy it when you find him."
"Why? You'll get your powers back."
"Exactly. I can make a new one. Or make it so then I have my soul protected."
"Darkstalker…"
"Don't talk like that, my love. I enchanted my father to do my bidding. I think I can protect myself from becoming like him."