(This chapter include a lot of thought-conversations.)

Darkstalker heard Moon before he saw her. She walked over to him, grabbed some breakfast, and ate in silently.

She looked at Darkstalker, then noticed the cloth around his forearm. "How did you get cut?" She asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Darkstalker replied.

"Tell me anyway." Moon insisted. "How did you get cut?" She repeated.

Darkstalker sighed. My theory is that, somehow, my moonforsaken father cut me in my dream, and it reflected into the waking world. I woke up and my arm was bleeding.

Does it hurt? Moon asked.

Not really. Darkstalker said. Or at least, not a lot. He paused. Can we go back to the NightWing peninsula today?

Why do you ask? We were there a few days ago. Moon pointed out.

I want to see if I can find our suspect. Darkstalker explained.

Moon nodded. All right. But let me warn Mother first this time.

That's fine. Darkstalker thought. Moon nodded again, stood up, and walked back to her home.

Darkstalker waited. Why did it seem like everything was harder as a small dragonet? He almost wanted to call for Clearsight, so then he could have company—but there were other dragons around, and who knows what they'd think? Especially the RainWings.

He continued to wait.

Isn't waiting hard? A voice hissed. Darkstalker looked around, but no one was there. He had blocked out everyone's—but Moon's—thoughts, something that's more of a reflex by now. Thousands of years, you've been waiting. You're just the excitement I was wishing for.

Who's there? Darkstalker thought, figuring that it was a NightWing.

You'll know soon enough. The voice said. Then it disappeared.

Moon walked back out of her hut, and gestured for Darkstalker to come over. He did so, and prepared to fly.

"Mother said to be back before tomorrow night." Moon told him. "It shouldn't take too long, would it?"

"I just want to look around." Darkstalker replied. "See what's there. My trip with the other NightWings barely involved any bittersweet reminders of my old life."

"Okay," Moon said, nodding. She took off, and Darkstalker followed.

He found himself flying faster. He realized he should tell Moon about the spirit-ghost-things, and the voice, but they were flying quickly and he didn't want to loose his breath, energy, or focus.