I am very mad at fanfiction right now. I uploaded chapter 6 yesterday, but it glitched. Usually my story would show up at the top, saying "1 min ago" or something after about 20 minutes. This time, however, it didn't even recognize the fact that I uploaded! It said "chapter 6, updated 23 h ago" when I uploaded it 10 minutes ago. Due to that, some people probably didn't see that I updated. That pissed me off the most.

Warning: I do not own Wings of fire. Starflight is british in this.

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Starflight was still up, having trouble sleeping. Setting aside the watch he was fumbling with, he reached into his pocket. Pulling at a book, he read the title: WINGS OF FIRE: Book 6, Moon Rising. He smiled and looked at it. Opening to the page he was on, he noticed someone, no, something, looming over Sunny's sleeping form. Starflight looked at the figure, shrouded in pitch blackness, except for one thing: The piercing red eyes. Starflight looked more at the defining features.

So, Red eyes, horns, a misshapen body- oh no."

"Get out of that form, you're not scaring me." The figure rolled his eyes.

"Alright fine..." Stepping into the light from the lamp Starflight had. He was in his human form now. Starflight faked surprise and clasped his hands against his face.

"Holy shit, it's Tom Ellis!"

Starflight wasn't wrong. He looked almost exactly like him, minus the red eyes and tooth slightly sticking out. sounded like him, too.

"Har har."

"What do you want. Cord?"

"I hate that nickname..."

"Well you have it, so deal with it, what do you want."

"Can't I see a friend?"

"Don't you have friends back in your universe?"

"Name one."

"The yellow one."

"... good point..." Cord mumbled.

Both him and Star chuckled. Then it got serious.

"Now on the fact that you told primitive mortals that time travel exists and that humans were once intelligent"

"So?"

"So? They could tell, people could get their hands on it, do you really want another war after what you did?"

"Is that supposed to threaten me?"

"No, in fact you scare me, it's not everyday that you see The Scientist himself commit mass genocide."

Starflight looked at him with the same fiery eyes he gave Sunny four years ago.

"Don't you ever speak of that again."

"Ooo… scary, yet you intend to scare me, let me remind you. I'm the one that is an interdimensional being, the one who literally tortures souls, and I'm the one who was sent to hell." "I go by many names. Beelzebub, Satan, Discord, The Chaos Incarnate, but your dragon religion doesn't have one? That's sad." He continued.

"No, this is about them finding out about the multiverse."

Starflight squinted his eyes at Discord.

"Leave. They won't find out. I'll make sure of it. Now go back to your universe and pretend. Pretend that you're good, pretend that you didn't kill innocent people, and pretend," Starflight got in his face and pointed his finger at Sunny.

"That you never saw me or her." Discord looked at him, not smiling. He looked at her with a serious voice.

"Her, you mean the cover-up?"

"Her name is Sunny."

"Yes, but that's what you used her for, right, to cover up your real love?"

"It wasn't love."

"Trust me pal, what you felt for that girl was love."

Starflight refused to look him in the eyes. Discord just gave him a soft look, one a father would give his child after scolding them.

"You should've taken the chance you had." was all he said, before snapping his fingers, disappearing.

What chance?

Star climbed into bed, still unable to sleep.

Clay woke in his bed to find voices all around him. Getting up slowly, he thought. Now I know what Sunny means. Walking into the hallway he noticed something. All the torches were lit.

What?

He walked down the hallway, before seeing a human with black eyeliner and black hair walk out.

"Shhh..." the man said, before walking back into the hallway.

"AH!" Clay said, clutching his heart, still laying on his stone bed.

"A dream..."

Getting up, he walked up and grabbed a scroll full of questions for Starflight. He patiently began waiting for Sunny to knock on his door, eager to show her them.

Knock knock knock.

Clay jumped up and opened the door.

"What are humans?"

"Former scavengers, and the former dominant species on the planet."

"How does time travel feel?"

"Like… nothing."

"How do you time travel?"

Starflight looked at Sunny, who said the exact words out of his mouth alongside him.

"Do you want the science answer or the quick and easy answer?"

Clay and Sunny exchanged glances before Clay answered.

"We want the science answer."

Starflight had that gleam in his eyes.

"Well, there are different types of time travel. There is method one and method two."

"Method one" Said Sunny.

"Well, traveling forward is pretty simple. Imagine if you were in space, with a friend back on earth, and you were both holding up a clock. Time changes the faster you're traveling in space, so the clock would go by slower. If you came back onto earth and stood next to your friend you would be generally the same age but your friend would be almost ten years older, depending on how longer you spent there. Time traveler's just refined that method to make traveling to the future."

"And backwards?"

"That's more complex, you see we actually using a combination of teleportation and a little thing called a Tipler Cylinder. It's literally a cylinder of dense mass. But the problem is, Tipler Cylinder is very dangerous business. It depends on which angle you enter it." He asked if he could grab a blank scroll, to which Clay handed it to him. He grabbed the wall and used tape to tape it. He drew a spiral with a cylinder in the center.

"Now if you enter straight through, you're basically fucked because you're heading the center of gravity, which means you are unable to leave. BUT, if you enter at an angle," Starflight drew two arrows, one going straight in the middle with a big X at the end. He drew another at an angle with a check mark next to it.

"You would be able to experience what quantum physicists call a closed time curve, or in simple terms, you're following time at angle. It's nasty though. Sometimes you hit the wall of space-time and get a massive headache."

Clay and Sunny stared at him, mind's still trying to wrap their heads around it. After a few minutes they let out a collective "ohh."

"Okay now what other questions do you have?"

Starflight sat down. Sunny looked at the last question.

"Why is the watch always at 12?"

"Oh, that's because the watch's features depend on what time it's set to."

"12 is regular time travel, 1 is a quick and easy version, 2 is a disguise, 3 is a language filter, 4 is a blast of energy to defence, 5 turns the watch into a sword, 6 is a flashlight, 7 unlocks any door, 7:30 is a biography of the watch's owner (me) just in case I lose it, uh… 8 explodes stuff, 9 scans the area around it, and 10 is options"

"What's 11?" Clay asked.

"11… is a thing I hope I never have to use, especially willingly."

They stayed in silence for a moment.

"Hey, I've got a question, why can't we just go to the future and have the meeting right now."

"We can, I just assumed you wanted to wait." Sunny looked at him.

"And miss being able to time travel? let's go now! We already have everything!"

"...fine… write a note saying you need to go somewhere for a few days."

Doing just that Clay left on the bed. They hid the blow-up bed and other things in the closet room.

Walking back into the main room, Starflight grabbed the watch.

"Okay Sunny, grab my hand, and Clay grab hers." After they did Starflight flicked the switch up, showing the hud. Typing the date in, He looked to the others.

"Ready?"

"yeah.. ." they answered.

Flicking the switch down, lighting began to encapsulate them, traveling upwards. Hitting a point where they all meet, a big flash appeared before disappearing, along with Starflight, Sunny, and Clay.

They reappeared outside in big *CRACKLE*. Starflight grabbed them and held them back before they could run off.

"Hold on..." He changed the little hand to 1 and flicked the switch upwards. Time began to move faster and faster, before Starflight flicked it back to even.

"That's method two. The meeting should be an hour away now, when we arrived it was morning."

Starflight let go of them.

"Now we can go."

I didn't get the science on my own. here is the credit these people deserve: watch?v=6_ksiM7LTPU

-Galaxyishigh