Darkstalker:

He sat on top of the golden throne, fuming. It had been three days, and yet he had seen no sign of either his sister nor his girlfriend. He felt a prickle of guilt, but quickly brushed it away. The deaths of his enemies, him taking the throne- they were for everyone's good. He didn't need to feel sorry!

It was time to see what the two were up to.

He concentrated, looking into the future. The ones he saw were hazy and unfocused, hard to see. But there was Clearsight, scribbling away. And she was… surrounded by… scrolls.

"Of course she's in the library…" muttered Darkstalker, tapping the armrest with one sharpened claw.

As king, Darkstalker couldn't go anywhere he wanted, making it look like he had no servants. No, he needed a strong front so nobody would dare come after him.

Grabbing a scroll, he scribbled a quick message and gave it to one of the many servants. "Go to the library and give it to Clearsight," Darkstalker commanded. The servant bowed low, spreading his wings, and flew away.

Darkstalker grabbed another scroll and dipped his claw in ink, wondering, what to tell Whiteout. He couldn't actually see where she was, but he had a sneaking suspicion that he knew where she had been hiding.

He waited another hour before leaving quietly in search for his sister. Everyone was sleeping, and it was the perfect time to go. He flew silently on the ground, blending into the shadows of the forest perfectly. He weaved through the many trees until the sun was high in the sky. Even so, the forest was too thick for anyone who wasn't looking carefully to notice him.

Darkstalker stopped in front of a huge grey boulder. It was smooth and round, perfect in every way- too perfect. He groped around the underside of the boulder, and pushed a button. With an eerie silence, the boulder split in two to reveal a passageway.

He and Whiteout had used animus magic to make the little place in order to escape from the horrors of home. It was cozy, with an infinite supply of food and drinks, and had weapons and extra blankets. As a child designing the bunker, Darkstalker already knew what the world was like and planned to protect himself and his sister.

There was a subtle chill in the air and the quiet crackle of fire. As Darkstalker stepped in, the boulder closed shut and torches of all different colors lit up.

He entered the main room, only to see Whiteout passed out, snoring away.

Darkstalker smiled and tapped her shoulder. Whiteout grumbled in her sleep and wearily swatted him away. Darkstalker dodged her hand and poked her again.

"Whiteout! Wake up!" The white figure of his sister sighed and slowly stood up. She rubbed her eyes in exhaustion, and stared at her brother for a while. After a few minutes, she let out a piercing scream.

"AHHHH!" she yelled. Whiteout reached for the scroll in front of her and rolled it up quickly. "Why- Darkstalker, what are you- I mean, uh-"

She placed the scroll inside a container and faced her brother. Darkstalker stared at her, half in amusement and half in concern.

There was a pounding in his head, signaling something bad was going to happen. He wasn't really sure, but his spells should have been enough to keep him safe…

"Whiteout, there are some things that we need to do," said Darkstalker, ignoring the fact that his sister was trying to sneak to the entrance. "First, we need to acknowledge to the kingdom that you are now a princess to the tribe, and that Clearsight will be the new queen."

"But what if I don't want to be a princess?" asked Whiteout. "I need to follow palace etiquette and eat goats without it getting smeared all over my face, and a bunch of other silly rules. Plus, I can't marry just anyone, I need to marry a noble of ze highest order."

Darkstalker made an impatient noise. His sister was being just ridiculous. "You can if I allow it. Just… no messy goats, please."

He turned to march out of the cave. "Now hurry up, please. We need to get back before anyone realizes we were gone." Whiteout reluctantly followed, holding the case with her precious scroll inside.

An entire future flashed before his eyes in a tangle of emotions. The scroll was dangerous; he knew that now. But played correctly… it could be extremely beneficial.

Clearsight:

A light golden crown was set on top of her head. There were diamonds and moonstones set into the top of of her wings, and golden hoops in her ears. These had more jewels embedded in them. Clearsight felt like she was a giant walking diamond, and didn't really like it. A necklace made with strands of gold twisted together was draped around her neck, and a tear-shaped diamond hung from it. Bracelets and anklets that were tight around her ankles surrounded her legs.

She looked into the mirror, frowning, as servants scurried around her, adding the finishing touches to her coronation outfit. It certainly was beautiful, but… it just wasn't her.

Clearsight was a gentle, sweet dragon from a poor family. This many jewels cost more than her entire house! Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another servant coming in with another armful of precious gems, and quickly shook her head.

"No more, thank you. This is beautiful enough already." The servant bowed, clearly disgruntled, and walked away to put the jewels in a safe place.

Darkstalker swooped in with Whiteout just at that moment. "If the Queen is ready, start preparing the new princess," he ordered. Clearsight moved around to get to him as servants grabbed Whiteout and dumped her into the bathtub for a scrub.

He smiled at her. "Are you ready for the best day of our lives so far?" Clearsight took a deep breath. Her entire head was pounding and her knees felt like they were going to collapse.

"Darkstalker, I…"

He looked at her.

"I guess I'm ready."

Clearsight reached for the copper moonstone bracelet that blocked her thoughts, and followed her truly beloved to the throne room.

Her thoughts swirled faster and faster, and for the first time, they weren't about visions of the future. They were about the note she had received, and how different Darkstalker had become.

Dear Clearsight,

I don't want to force you to do anything, but now that I'm king, I need an equally powerful queen by my side. I know you're mad at me because of Arctic and Vigilance, but please, come back. I would never hurt you. I don't need to read your mind to know that you worry about my future. It's honestly written all over your face. Will you help me ensure the future of the Nightwings?

Love, Darkstalker

The note was cheesy and ridiculous in her opinion, but sweet at the same time. That was the only part Clearsight saw in him that reminded her of the old Darkstalker- the one she had fallen in love with.

There was only a mere smidgen of that dragon now, and her heart felt heavy.

Trumpets started to blare, flowers began to snow, and Clearsight began to walk down the aisle, Darkstalker at her side. She barely noticed Whiteout shining behind them, and her parents trailing even further behind. Everything was just a dream, or a nightmare. Darkstalker was about to be crowned king officially- what would stop him after that?

The two of them were married, and a roar from the tribe erupted, so loudly it felt as if all of Pyrrhia was shaking. Bursts of flame spiraled up as dragons cheered and celebrated.

Darkstalker lifted his wings, and flew high into the air along with Clearsight. They sat on the thrones that were set up on the platform, and waved for silence. There was a pause, and then-

"Let the festivities begin!" commanded Darkstalker. Dragons began dancing, eating, and having fun as they celebrated their new rulers. As the night went by, Clearsight felt less anxious and more relaxed. The immediate futures showed nothing but peace and happiness.

Clearsight looked at Darkstalker, and her headaches returned. He had a feverish, insanely happy look in his eyes. An echo of his voice spoke in her ear, and she shivered.

"Kill them."

A picture of a scroll swam to the front of her mind, and her eyes gazed down to the elegant white and black dragon draped in jewels.

Whiteout was dancing happily with her new love interest, Thoughtful. Clearsight cast a quick look at Darkstalker, and sighed internally in concern.

Whiteout:

Wings flapped, tails swished, and talons thumped against the cold marble floor as the surrounding dragons laughed and danced the night away. She herself was sitting in a regal pose, wondering what the Nightwing tribe would think if she killed their new king.

Her insides felt twisted as she thought about the possible murder of her brother. Thankfully, Thoughtful came soon enough, offering his arm to her.

"Would you like to dance?" Whiteout smiled and took his arm.

"Gladly." He led her to the dance floor and joined the cheerful dragons.

Perhaps he noticed her worried and downcast expression, and he asked her in in a quiet voice, "Are you alright?"

"Fine," she responded. "Just… you know." She looked at Darkstalker, who had a crooked smile on his face. His eyes gleamed, although whether it was because of happiness or insanity, she wasn't sure.

Thoughtful spun her around, and she landed gracefully. The two of them danced for awhile in silence. Then a scream pierced the night air and Whiteout jumped into the air. Thoughtful caught her arm and looked at her with concern.

"Whiteout, are you sure you're okay?"

Whiteout turned around, listening for more shrill screams, but none came. Everyone was still dancing and having fun.

She slowly turned toward Thoughtful. "I think so… but don't tell me you didn't hear that?"

Thoughtful blinked at Whiteout in confusion. "Hear what?"

"Um, never mind."

Then a wave of blackness washed over her and she fell to the floor. The last thing she heard was another scream, exactly the same as last time.

A face peered at her, half in exasperation and half in concern. Whispers barely reached her ears, and she couldn't make head nor tail of the words they were saying.

A soothing hand reached out to her, calming her racing heart. The whispers turned into words, and she could hear them more clearly.

"Shhh… calm down, Foeslayer. Everything is going to be all okay."

Whiteout opened her mouth to correct the speaker, but different words came out instead. "Is he alright?"

The dragons around her looked at each other nervously. "Perhaps you should go and look at him."

The body, her mother's body, moved out of bed and walked down the hall. There was a freezing chill in front of one of them, and icicles covered the door. She touched the diamond earring on her ear and walked in.

Immediately, the white dragon snarled and pounced, not recognizing her. He had a crazed look in his eyes, and dark clouds billowed around him.

Arctic…

"Hey, Arctic. Crazy day, huh?" Foeslayer, being either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid, boldly walked toward him and clasped his talons in her grasp.

Her father seemed to shrink back, but he had to blink and shake his head a few times. The confusion and anger cleared from his eyes, and he looked at Foeslayer with shining eyes.

"Thank you for saving me from my prison, fair lady," he said, folding into a graceful bow. He smiled and Foeslayer laughed. Foeslayer lightly touched the diamond earring that she always wore, and something… flashed.

Whiteout saw a future with the earring, and she could sense the power it had. She knew that it kept a dragon at the perfect temperature and out of danger, but there was another spell. Something very well hidden. The only problem was she didn't know what is was.

Nurses came bustling in, obviously noticing the change in Arctic's behavior, but his eyes turned cold and unwilling again. The same scream for the third time was heard as Whiteout's dreams faded. She now realized why the scream was familiar. It was her mother's.

A familiar but unwelcome smell reached her nose as Whiteout gained consciousness. Disinfectant, and… cookies?

The blurry setting almost made her groan. She was back in the hospital. Expecting to see Darkstalker, Whiteout set her face to an innocent expression and sat up.

Instead, she saw Clearsight, looking regal and fierce in diamonds and moonstones, her head held up high.

As Whiteout began to sit up, Clearsight lunged forward, seriousness in her eyes.

She grabbed Whiteout's arm and whispered in an urgent voice, "I need you to help me. We have to get rid of Darkstalker."

Sorry guys, this took so long to upload! I was busy AND had writer's block so THAT wasn't fun. Thanks to the people who said they liked my story and saved it!

I promise I'll try to upload faster next time. Goodbye, dragons (and scavengers) ;)!