A/N: I wanted to write something really weird, so yeah.

This is in future tense and 2.5th person (uses 'you' , but 'you' is more of an observing ghost) Obviously never written like this before, so excuse any errors where I slip out of the pattern( aside from flash backs.)

Also, this is not at all ment to be shipping of any sort. don't hate me.(nonship nonship nonship nonship nonship nonship nonship)

-X

It will be quiet at Jade Mountain. Completely silent. Nothing will move except the vine-woven tapestries that hang from stalactites above, pushed by the light breeze wich will be the only wind for you to speak of that night.

But silence and stillness will not mean lifelessness. You shall be able to see a lone SeaWing. She will stand in the moonlight so that it will fall down to drape her in beautiful garments of shadow and light.

You won't recognize her, though. It will have been twenty years since you last saw her, and she will grow into a magnificent dragoness. One that you know might weave gracefully through waves as tall as herself one moment, then pin down a SkyWing the next.

Her eyes will be focused on the stars, but the idle twirling of her talons will betray to you that she is deep in thought. She will smile, but in a sad way. You will notice that it seems similar to the way one might smile when thinking of an old friend. One that you are no longer in touch with.

And you will be right.

She will think of the MudWing. How he loved the mountain and the dragonets. The way he smiled in that sweet, silly, warm way. The way he would do anything to protect his friends, for they where like family to him. And then how he had left in search of a cure for the NightWing's blindness. It hurt him so much to see his brother stuck in the mountain. He couldn't leave, simply because he didn't know what was where anyplace else. He couldn't fly unguided. That will have been 10 years ago.

And she will think of the RainWing. The way her scales shifted through so many colors when they were under the mountain; none of them would know how beautiful the world was if not for her. You will know that they argued often, but also that her absence will leave the SeaWing with a hole in her heart. Sisters will be sisters. Then the SeaWing will think of how she took control of her tribe when they where in danger, then led a counter-attack. But also how she took the enemy tribe into the rainforest, so they had a place to stay. She will still be queen, but they had kept in touch. Then the other tribe asked her to help find them a home of their own. She will send scrolls, but after the first week they will be too far for her to keep the others up to speed. One day she will be near the Ice Kingdom, the next she will be at the bottom of the Kingdom of Sand. The RainWing will likely be ruling the other tribe when the find a home.. At least until they can find a good queen. She will have lost all communication with them 7 years ago.

Then, you know, the SeaWing will think of the SandWing. How gentle and loving she will have been with the younger dragonets. How many ideas she had. She was understanding, but could also be persuasive. She could throw logic like bombs. The SeaWing will know that the SandWing was sweet, but also resilient. She could take far more than they gave her credit for. The SeaWing will know how much the SandWing loved her parents, too. And the SeaWing will remember how her little sister will have gone off in search of a way to undo the animus curse that was turning her father to stone. She will have left 5 years ago.

The SeaWing will sit and wrap her tail around her talons and sigh. You know she will come out to watch the moons cross the sky often. The dragonets that usually occupy the mountain will be absent. The NightWing will still be here, though. Sometimes he will come out and sit with her. He will find her in the way that you know where someone who you care about is. Sometimes they will just sit and let the stars shine on their scales. But sometimes they will speak. They will speak of their family. They will speak of how they have grown. They will speak of things only brothers and sisters can speak of. They will speak of things only those with a past destiny can speak of. They will retell the past. Over and over. Telling stories about how silly they where when they where young. Or analyzing how they did what they did. How it could have been different. How one thing might change another in twenty years. But one thing will always take its place as the last thing that they will talk about.

In terms of what they will have left of their past, the brother and sister only have each other.