WHAT THE HELL?! He thought. He looked around the room. He saw a piece of paper next to the blood. He stepped carefully over to it, and picked it up. It was half soaked in blood.

To whoever finds this,

You have been very stubborn about what we are doing. If you keep this up, we will have to silence you. We really hope you do choose to do this. If you want to join us, call (873) 159 - 1754!

-REVENGE THE FALLEN

He read the note a few times. What is the Revenge the Fallen?

The what?

The REVENGE THE FALLEN movement is a cult. They try to bring justice to the one who were killed out of injustice. Sorta like me.

You weren't killed though.

But they think I am. Only you, Arctic, and the RainWing royal family know that I am not.

I think what we need to do is figure out why they would do this.

He turned his head to Cricket. She looked like she was going into shock. A complete shook face.

"Hey, are you OK?" he asked.

"Yeah. he was my friend. Who would do this?" tears started to form around her eyes.

"Whoa, whoa, don't cry. They might still be around here. We will catch whoever was cold blooded enough to murder." he looked around the room and then saw the shadows with smiles appear again. He quickly brought her into a tight hug shielding her eyes from the shadows. A few minute passed and they heard thumping from outside the room. He let go, as the door opened.

It was Clay, Tsunami, Sunny, And Starflight, still wearing the glasses given to him by Nightfall.

They looked at them with wide eyes.

"You should call an assembly, you need to announce that no one is to be alone." Nightfall said.

"OK." They weren't mad, or anything they were fine with it.

An hour later, they had gathered everyone. They had told him everything to say.

"Everyone quit down. We need to announce something." Sunny signaled him to come up to the microphone.

"I need to say something. Earlier today, a great friend to us all was murdered. He was Dust of the SandWings." a few of the SandWings gasped, primarily one of the females. Probably was his girlfriend. He thought with a twinge of guilt.

"We don't know why but he was. The Heads of Schools and I have decided, tht in order to keep everyone safe, we need to to stay with your separate Winglet groups. And if you wander around, make sure there are at least one other dragon with you. Also, sleeping arrangements. We have decided for you all to sleep in the prey center so one will never be alone. Someone will keep watch. Now, for a personal warning. Don't look at the shadows with smiles. They will do things to you. If your wondering what I am talking about, just listen. They want to control you, but do not let them inside. Do not let them in you mind. Block it out. Don't let them inside. Shut your eyes as quicks you can. They cannot get to you. As for anyone who knows what the 'REVENGE THE FALLEN' movement is, please come forward now."

A few of the students shifted in their seats.

They know something.

Wild accusations.

No. look at a few of them. A few have a scared look on their face. Some of them are tensing, probably wanting to get out of their as fast as possible. They don't want to be exposed, at least not right now.

OK then?

As he stepped of the stage where he gave his speech, a wave of relief washed over him, like to oceans. A few of the students started asking questions.

"How do you know about this?" she asked. It was a SandWing that Nightfall thought was Dust's girlfriend.

"I saw his corpse." he answered, unable to look her in the eye.

"Where did you see his corpse?" as she spoke Nightfall could tell that she was extremely depressed.

"I cannot tell you that. It is, I'm afraid for only me and the Heads to know about." Before the assembly him, Cricket and the Heads had buried Dust's body, in secret.

WHY is this happening?

I do not know.

Nor do I.

After Nightfall finished answering all her questions, he departed with Cricket back to his room, to retrieve the revolver he left there. As they walked around to find the revolver, he saw the scroll to tell him the location of Darkstalker's scroll. He looked at it and saw the scroll was at the Summer Mansion. He had promised something.

"Enchant Darkstalker's animus scroll to fly over to me, no matter the obstacle." Nightfall said. Then he heard a whoosh, then a scroll wrapped in a black leather casing was in his claws.

Nightfall, what are you doing?

I promised you something three years ago.

You can't. Not right now. What if you need me? Arctic was pleading.

I don't want to go! Please, don't make me go!

Isn't this what you want? Don't you want to see Foeslayer and Whiteout? Don't you want to be… free?

I want it, but- I don't want to leave you. You have been so kind and nice to me even after all the things I've done.

Arctic, I don't judge dragons on their worst mistakes. Every spell you've cast has been for a reason. Not because you were doomed for failure. Protection spells for you and Foeslayer. Casting spells that helped you escape. Those you led to us meeting. Everything happens for a reason, Arctic. You in that dream. Every action that someone has done. All for a reason.

He opened the scroll to the beginning. He saw what he thought to be a thousand spells.

What. I did not think he did this many spells.

One of the spells was: Enchant this inkwell to fly up, touch the ceiling once, and fly back down into my talons without spilling a drop, then return to normal.

Hold it over a candle.

What?

Hold it over a light.

OK.

He stood up and took the lamp from his nightstand, and then brought it back to the scroll, and to his surprise, a ton of spells appeared.

Enchant this goblet so that the first time Fathom drinks from it, he will stop loving Indigo, forget about his oath, and decide to freely use his animus magic again.

Enchant this dagger to fly into the Kingdom of Sand and kill one IceWing every full moon, in secret, under cover of darkness-and keep doing so for one year, or until I summon it back. Enchant it to leave messages carved near the body warning that the Darkstalker is coming for all of them and soon they will all be dead.

Enchant this pebble so that when it rolls into the same room as Indigo the SeaWing, she shall be instantly trapped inside of the small wooden carving of a dragon made for me by Fathom.

Enchant this piece of paper to look like a note written in Indigo's handwriting, with a short, believable message saying she's leaving Fathom and not coming back.

He moved the lamp back over to the nightstand. He took a pen from the drawer, he stepped back to the scroll and wrote: Enchant the spirit of Prince Arctic of the IceWings to be at peace, and to be with Foeslayer and Whiteout, in the heavens above, when I snap my talons.

Are you sure about this?

Fully.

Good-bye, Nightfall, I'll dearly miss you.

So will I. So long, Prince Arctic, my Great-Grandfather. Go be with Great-Grandmother, and Great-Aunt Whiteout. I'll see you on the other side. I love you.

I love you too, Nightfall. Remember, if you need me, just enchant an object. I'll see you on the other side.

He snapped his talons. Nightfall instantly missed Arctic, even after Cricket tried to comfort him. if you need me, just enchant an object. The words kept repeating in his head as he felt Arctic's spirit leave him. Good-bye.

You still have me.

You are not Arctic.

Darkstalker was silent, probably feeling guilty about what he has done.

Later that night, as all of the Jade Mountain students were asleep on the prey center floor, Nightfall lay awake. Thinking about what Arctic said. As after what felt like hours, he finally drifted into sleep.

He looked around. He saw an awake IceWing and a sleeping NightWing. He carefully stepped around the house and found two sleeping NightWings. Thoughtful and Whiteout, he thought with a tinge of sadness. Then he was ripped from his dream.

Mossy Stone, with a sunrise in the distance.

Copper wires.

One Moon.

Him wrestling dragonets.

A futuristic world.

A old past.

The feeling of betrayal.

A black river, with the dark tide coming in.

The Moonwatcher.

He opened his eyes quickly as another loud bang echoed around the prey center. Just then, the ceiling fell.

I just want to say that I will have to end this book soon and move on to the next one. But, I still have few chapters left. The second book will come in a week after the last chapter of the Dark Tide is updated. And as always, favourite and follow.

The second book will be called The Wrong Fall. It will be interesting (hopefully) I am uploading this chapter with chapter 8, because I finished this before Wednesday!

BTW, that was not a real number, I just made it up, so don't try to call it.

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