Darkstalker had described the dragon he saw the best he could, given he's only seen the SeaWing from a distance. He tried to look into the future to see if they encountered each other again, but it was blurrier than normal. Darkstalker decided it was an effect of the spell to turn him into a defenseless dragonet only half-working.
Moon came back around noonish, announcing that Kinkajou had went back to Jade Mountain. She stayed for a few minutes to write a letter and to collect the description letter Darkstalker wrote, then disappeared again.
Darkstalker found himself feeling a bit lonely. He was laying outside, the only dragonet not playing. He wanted to call out to Clearsight again. He wanted to talk to someone who'd listen. But RainWings and NightWings were everywhere, especially during the day. Everyone would think he's crazy—or worse, they'll think he's a threat.
The day continued slowly. Darkstalker passed the time by humming. Sometimes he tried to cloud watch. Moon came back again around dusk.
"I'm sorry it took so long," she said once he was beside Darkstalker. He sat up.
"Did the letters get sent?" Darkstalker asked.
Moon nodded. "I warned Kinkajou and told her to report anything suspicious."
Darkstalker stood up, nodding, and went back to the hut. How long did it take to make another one? It's been three days!
Tired, Darkstalker instantly laid down on his tiny hammock, ignoring the fact he hadn't eaten anything. He fell asleep quickly.
…
The room was cold. It looked like it was made out of ice—perhaps it was. In the horribly twisted and pointed throne sat the infamous Prince Arctic.
"Hello, Father." Darkstalker said, the hatred in his voice obvious. "Are you here to taunt me too?"
"I realized your friends were coming out and talking to you," Arctic said. "How about you explain why you couldn't have killed me less painfully?"
"You enchanted Whiteout!" Darkstalker proclaimed. "You used her! You let Mother leave! You deserved a worse fate."
"So do you." Arctic said. "Why do you think I came back? To kill you. It may not work—I am still dead, after all—but I figured it was worth a try." He got off of his throne and walked towards Darkstalker.
Darkstalker realized he couldn't move. For a second, terror seized him, until he remembered his invulnerability spell. But he had never tested to see if it worked.
Arctic grew closer. Once they were face-to-face, Arctic picked Darkstalker up.
"I won't miss you." Arctic said. With a brief motion, he slashed his serrated claws across Darkstalker's forearm.