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If Darkstalker had never been born... (Part nine)
Pain. That was the first thing he felt, a sharp sting going through his head as if a SandWing had stabbed him with its venomous tail. "Uh..." He groaned, and a pain shot though his head again. "Shhh..." A voice murmured, and he forced open his eyes to see a NightWing tending to him, her claws wrapped around a soaked cloth that she was pressing against his head.
They were in a cave, with a fire that he knew the NightWing must've made. "What- where are we?" He gasped, and the NightWing looked up, and the memories came rushing in. Memories of falling in love with a NightWing, of finding out that she felt the same, of them running away, and finally, of him saving himself from madness.
Arctic looked down, noticing the ring on his talons. "You can't take it off." Foeslayer said softly, as she'd noticed his gaze slide to the ring. "Or you'll become... Like that beast again..." Her voice trailed off, and Arctic looked up into her eyes, his wings itching to wrap themselves around her, but he was in too much pain to do so.
"Where are we?" He croaked, looking around their cave. "In the Ice Kingdom." Foeslayer answered, her gaze never leaving his. "I couldn't carry you too far..." She broke off, and Arctic realized just how much his close-to-death experience had scared her. "Hey, I'm okay now." He said comfortingly, and touched his snout to hers, wrapping his wings around the slightly smaller dragon affectionately.
They stayed like that for a while, before Foeslayer spoke up. "I never want dragonets..." She whispered, and Arctic looked at her, curious, but not angry. "Why?" He asked, as dragonets had never occurred to him. Foeslayer locked her green gaze with his steel-blue one, serious. "They'd have to live like this, always running.." She started to shake her head. "It wouldn't work." Arctic murmured, realizing that his beloved was right. "I agree." He said, smiling gently. Foeslayer smiled also, and she nuzzled him gratefully.
"What should we do now?"
She asked, and she suddenly reminded Arctic of the first time they'd met, when she was crazily watching the sunset while freezing to death. He smiled affectionately, wrapping a wing around her. "Whatever we want!" He said excitedly, feeling his soreness start to disappear. "Heck, we go anywhere!"
He suddenly felt very excited, strength rushing through his wings. Foeslayer looked a little more subdued, and she had her worried face on. "What if someone catches us?" She asked quietly, twining her tail with his unconsciously. Arctic snarled at the thought, looking down at his ring. "I can use my magic freely now." He said softly. "As long as I wear this ring, my magic is unstoppable." He paused, noticing that Foeslayer had flinched when he'd said that.
"But... I solemnly swear that I will never use it, unless one of us is in danger."
He said softly, locking their gazes. Foeslayer's eyes widened, and she took a step back, meanwhile Arctic looked inside himself, had he really just said that? And when had his dream of unlimited magic dissappeared? He searched his memories, and realized that he'd forgotten all about his magic dreams... When he'd met Foeslayer, her green eyes so wide as she watched the sunset.
"You don't have to do that."
Said dragon's voice brought him back to the waking world, and he noticed that Foeslayer had stepped closer again. Arctic smiled, his eyes filled with affection. "But I'm going to anyways." He said softly, pressing his snout against hers. "Anything for you..."
MANY YEARS LATER:
"Is it hatching?"
Arctic asked frantically, staring at the egg obsessively. The NightWing beside him chuckled softly, never tearing her gaze from the egg. "Soon." She said calmly, but Arctic could feel her shaking and he knew that she was just as excited as he was, if not more.
The two had flew far away from the Ice Kingdom, avoiding all other tribes as well, and had finally found shelter on a small island halfway through the sea. Then, some years later, they'd finally decided that they were safe enough to have eggs... Or- egg. One egg.
Arctic's though process stopped as the egg cracked, and he leaned forward, noticing with a pang of amusement Foeslayer doing the same. Then, suddenly, the egg split open, and a small female dragonet looked up at them, her big eyes gleaming. Arctic's breath caught in his throat, and he couldn't move as Foeslayer rushed forward and grabbed the dragonet in her forearms, cradling her.
"Arctic-" her voice sounded as strangled as he felt. "She looks like both of us..." She trailed off, and Arctic walked towards them, leaning his long neck forward to study his daughter. She was a perfect combination of white and black scales, with the familiar star-like pattern on the underside of her wings.
But her eyes, they were what was most extraordinary.. She had two-toned eyes, one was the steel-blue that Arctic had himself, and the other was the strange greenish color Foeslayer had.
"What should we call her?" Arctic asked, the words sticking in his throat as he gazed the little black-and-white dragonet. Foeslayer looked at her gently, nuzzling the little dragon's head. "Whiteout." She murmured, her voice alight with happiness.
"Whiteout." Arctic repeated, staring down as his daughter.
"Here..." Foeslayer handed the dragonet to him, and Arctic gently held her. He couldn't understand why any of the other IceWings didn't feel this joy, this happiness, when they had eggs.
Looking up, he wrapped one wing around Foeslayer bringing her closer to them. 'I will protect them to my last breath...' His mind whispered, and he opened his steel-blue eyes, his claws curling protectively around Whiteout.
"Come and get me mother, I'm ready."
That's it! I really hope you liked it, and continue to like my stories. I can't believe that I managed to do this story, because I originally had planned for it to be a oneshot... Thank you all! :D
