Last chapter was a little exciting, wasn't it? Let's continue the story!

(Waterfall's POV)

It has been a week since Galactic was lost to Pyrrhia. It was a hard thing to happen to everyone who loved him, especially me. I didn't know how I would live life now.

I first found out on the news, which was two days after the crash. Celsius reported it in the early morning on Monday, and news vehicles made their way to the wreckage, making this a way bigger scene than necessary. The authorities think he was dragged off by whoever did this, but they didn't know how the car crashed.

Since Desert won the race, he has nonstop been flirting with me almost everyday. He said that he didn't know how Galactic crashed on the night they raced, but I didn't trust him, yet. It was almost too much of a coincidence when he came back from the race, and left immediately after he finished.

The death of Galactic was now making Pyrrhia a little more gloomy. Most dragons that met him said that he was a great dragon, and that what happened to him was very unfortunate. Celsius hardly talks anymore, now angry at his friend's so called "death". He still believed that he was out there somewhere, but many others didn't think the same way. Starflight was now quieter than normal, not really talking to anyone but Fatespeaker. I was told by some dragons who lived next to their dorm said that they could here the sound crying at night.

My own brother, Freakwave, is now more serious than ever. This hit him the hardest, because he was one of Galactic's closest friends. He was scarred for life, most likely never going to be the same again. He was with Celsius, searching for Galactic the next day, but it was all in vain. He promised himself that he would give Galactic a proper farewell when he found his remains, and also vengeance.

I will probably be like my brother now, not able to look at the world the same again. During the past few days that passed since the shocking news, I wepted in my bed for hours. I didn't show up for class, but they cancelled classes Monday, so those who wanted to could grieve for the NightWing they faintly or never met.

I was currently in my room, not making eye contact with my roommate, who left me alone. She recognized I was still depressed over Galactic's death, so she stayed out of my way since then. I was currently watching a comedy show to help me cheer up, but the sadness was too much. I turned off the TV and laid on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. If you're still out there, Galactic, I prayed in my head. Please come back to us... to me. I heard footsteps in the hallway; two different sets of claws were walking.

"GalaxyPlayer hasn't posted new content since last week," the first dragon said.

"That's weird," the second responded. "He usually posted new vids every other day."

"Hopefully he will update in the near future," the first one said. "Otherwise I don't know what I'll do in my free time."

I cancelled out the noise of the conversation, not interested in it. I just lay there, unsure what to do today. All I wanted is to have Galactic back in my life.

(Galactic's POV)

All I saw was a battle before my eyes. Dragons were fighting, talons locked with talons, tails hitting the utter shit out of dragons, teeth sinking into vulnerable scales. Blood, fire, and dead dragons ranged across the terrain: it was like seeing how dragons fought back then. Nowadays, we have guns, but some prefer to fight the old fashioned way.

I was watching in horror, as I saw a SandWing ripping the flesh out of a MudWing. The MudWing was screaming in agony as he bleed to his death. An IceWing's frostbreath was fired at a unlucky SkyWing, making the red dragon suddenly freeze in place. The IceWing then slashed at the ice sculpture, shattering it do shards.

What am I seeing, I thought to myself. Why am I seeing this.

I looked behind me, only to see another IceWing heading directly at me. His talons were stained red with blood, and so was his mouth. It was a blood thirsty dragon about to kill me. I immediately started running away from the killer dragon, but he was too fast to lose. It was a matter of seconds before he was on me, preparing the final blow that would end my life. He raised his left claws, and swung them at my head.

I woke up to the real world with a cry of fear. I looked at myself, to make sure my body was still in one. Fortunately, it was, but I was wrapped in bandages. Just a dream, I thought, just a dream. I was laying on a couch, looking up at the ceiling now. I decided to lean up to try to get something to eat. I didn't know I was starving, until my stomach starting growling. As I got up, my body shot with dull pain. I groaned and laid back down, which caused even more pain.

"You're still too hurt to even move," a voice said. I looked from the direction which the voice came, only to see the SeaWing called Fathom looking at me, with a faint smile on his face.

"How did I get to this?" I asked him as I looked at my bandaged covered body. I couldn't really remember what exactly happened, but it must of been awful.

"You don't remember?" he asked back, I nodded. "You were in some sort of major crash. You're car was upside down and you're claw was almost cut clean off. Lucky for you, I fixed it."

Now I remember, I suddenly realized. I remember that Desert purposely hit me, to possibly try to kill me later. I remember the amount of pain I went through as the car went airborne and crashed upside down. I remember feeling the glass digging into my scales; it was awful.

I put my right claw on the top of the couch, but I didn't feel anything. That's weird, I frowned as I looked at it, only to see something pretty shocking. My claw was gone, but it was replaced by a robotic claw made of titanium. I stared at it, wide eyes as I moved it to see every detail.

"I know, sorry," Fathom said sheepishly. "There wasn't time to get you to a hospital, so I drove you here. I made the claw pretty quickly, using my animus magic and all."

I just gaped at him, "Animus?"

"Yeah, it's pretty shocking, there aren't too many animuses anymore."

"Well, I won't go overboard with it," I told him. "Thanks for patching me up." I looked at my bandages, which were done neatly.

"I didn't do that part," he said to me. "My best friend, Indigo, did."

"That's right!" a new voice appeared. I whirled my head to the right, only to see a purple SeaWing leaning over the couch, looking into my eyes. She had a small squid on her head, looking at me as well. "I did all the bandages to make sure you didn't bleed to death."

"O...kay," I said as I slowly turned back to Fathom. "Thanks for helping me and all, but how did you find me."

"I can tell you that it in a few minutes," he said.

"It all started a few years ago, when my aunt, Lagoon, found out that I was friends with Indigo. She was furious at me for being friends with a low born dragon."

"That's a stupid reason," I interrupted.

"I know," Fathom and Indigo said simultaneously. They looked at each other a second before looking away, cheeks flushed red.

"Anyways," Fathom continued. "One day, she told me to stop hanging around Indigo, and I refused. She ended up kicking me out the mansion our family lived in and said that she would let me back in once I told Indigo I didn't want to see her again."

I looked up at Indigo with an eyebrow raised, and she just shrugged in response.

"Since then, I've built this house, near the southern shorelines and hidden by animus magic camoflauge."

"You two live together?" I asked them, only to get looks as if I was a scavenger trying to train a dragon.

"Three moons," Indigo said, laughing a little. "We are too young for that." The squid on her head nodded in agreement.

"By the way," I told her. "What is that?" I pointed at the squid, who just stared blankly back at me.

"Oh! That's blob," she said with a smile. "Fathom gave him to me as a present. It's one of the best things I've gotten in my entire life."

"It was nothing... ," Fathom started, but was silenced by Indigo, who held a talon to his mouth.

"Don't start that," she said, half-jokingly. "It was one of the nicest things that happen to me, and I don't want you to shrug it off."

I looked at them, back and forth. It only took a little bit to see what was going on. Once I realized, I grinned at them. Fathom noticed and looked at me, frowning.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Oh! Oh, nothing," I stuttered. Fathom just nodded slowly, eyeing me carefully, as Indigo smiled at him. I sat up on the couch and felt a little pain. I just needed to ask them one more thing.

"How long have I been out?" I said, and all I received were confused looks. "Let me rephrase that. How long since you found me Fathom?"

"Uh... ," he managed as he tapped his claws together nervously. "It's been a week."

"WHAT!" I yelled as I shot out off the couch. My body suddenly felt the piercing of a thousand spikes. I growled in pain as I made my way to the kitchen. "Does anyone know where I am?"

"No," Fathom stated, with Indigo right beside him, holding his hand. "Since I couldn't get you to a hospital, I had to come here. We are also about two hundred miles away from the nearest hospital anyways, so it would've taken about two to three hours."

I nodded as I looked at my robotic claw again. It was performing as good as the one I was hatched with, but it mean't I could do things easier with this claw. Defending myself was at the top of the list.

"I need to get in touch with Celsius, my friend," I told them. "I need to tell him I'm alive." I thought for a full minute, then came up with an idea. "I need to borrow you're computer."

"Sure," Indigo said as she helped me from the kitchen to the office room. She helped me into the chair, and unlocked the computer for me. "I need to go meet up with some friends." She walked out of the house, and I heard a car engine start a half minute later.

"Yeah... about that Galactic," he said in a low voice. "Everyone thinks you're dead."

I sighed, leaning back into the chair. "Just perfect," I said with my claws on my face. "Now that Desert guy pretty much ruined my life, and possibly, all my friends' lives in the process, too."

The challenge, I thought, oh no! Waterfall! "I know what to do, without telling the who world who I really am."

I started typing the information to get into my YouTube account. I made a new videos, but didn't put any film in it. All I did was type some words: "I'M HERE CELSIUS, GO TO THE PLACE THAT CHANGED OUR LIVES."

"Done," I said, getting up the chair, only to meet another deal of pain. I got to remember I'm still hurt, I thought as Fathom helped me out of the chair. "Go to the mall, and I will lead you from there."

Fathom nodded as he helped me walk out of the house he built, and into his jeep. The sun was bright today, and my eyes were immediately taken over by the light. I closed my eyes, then blinked a few times, making the sun not much as a threat. He started the car and we headed onto a dirt road, towards the meeting place.

(Celsius's POV; Two hours later)

I couldn't focus on class right now, I was too busy thinking about Galactic. Every time I thought about him, I thought of the wreckage, then the word "murder" comes to my mind. I silently growled as I thought of that over and over again. I looked at the clock, only to see if was two minutes before we left.

"There will be no homework for today," said the professor. "Just study hard on the formulas I taught you in algebra today."

The bell rang and the students dispersed, making there way towards the exit. I was one of the last students out, wanting to avoid being trampled over by the mob of dragons. Time to head to the dorm, I thought bitterly as I moved around the incoming dragons. I didn't have hockey practice: it was cancelled all week for Galactic's death.

I got to my dorm in no time. Opening the door, I threw my bag on the floor and headed to the couch. Let's find something to watch: like the news! I turned on the TV and went to the newstation. It was currently on a report of scavengers raiding the food supply to SandWing kingdom, which wasn't all too surprising. Those suckers could do anything for food.

"Thank you for the story, Cloud," the news reporter said. "Now on to some very recent news, in the gamer category." Oh boy. "The famous YouTuber, GalaxyPlayer, recently uploaded a new video after a week of inactivity. The title of the video is very confusing, only saying 'I'm here Celsius, go to the place that changed our lives'".

I dropped the remote and gaped at the screen. No fucking way, I thought to myself as I hurried out the door. He's still alive! I bolted out the door, and passed Waterfall, who only stared at me in confusion. I sprinted past some dragons, who only gave me the same reaction. I didn't care, I was in an amazing mood. I unlocked my car and got in at record speed.

Can't talk to her right now, I thought hurriedly as I fumbled the car keys into the ignition. The engine hummed to life, and I was out of the parking lot in about six seconds, on the way to the high school Galactic and I first met.

(Galactic's POV)

I was waiting with Fathom at the high school parking lot. Most of the dragons attending there were gone in the first few minutes, but few still remained. I decided to wait in the car, hiding from any dragon who might recognize who I am and tell the media. Fathom was in the driver seat, humming to himself.

"So... ," I said to break the silent moment. "How is it with you and Indigo?"

"We're just best friends," he said bluntly. I looked at his face to see anything else, but he was telling the truth he knew.

"So not boyfriend and girl-"

"Nope!" Fathom said louder. "Just friends. I know we look close, but we're just friends."

"It looks a lot more than just friends," I said, doing air quotes.

"You sound like my aunt," he said bluntly, he was currently looking at his claws.

"I'll take that as I compliment," I said, grinning at him. He just shook his head and muttered something I couldn't hear. I went back to looking out the window, there I saw Celsius SUV turn into the parking lot. He must've noticed the jeep, because he made a beeline for us, only to turn last second and park in front of us. I got out of the jeep at the same time he got out of his SUV. He came around the front of the vehicle, only to grab and lift me up in a hug.

"Woah! Ow! I'm not going anywhere," I yelped as my body flared with dull pain once more. "I'm still in painful shape from the crash."

He seemed to ignore me, because he just went straight to the point. "Where the hell have you been!" he practically yelled at me. "I looked all around the desert and over every dune!"

I shrugged. "Fathom kind of took me to his hidden house..." I trailed off, only to see Cel start to glower at the SeaWing. "He saved my life by the way."

Cel stopped his attack of dark looks and looked at me, frowning. "He did?"

"Yeah, I would probably be dead if it weren't for him."

Cel eyed Fathom, who appeared the behind the jeep. "Cool."

Fathom walked up to us, rubbing his hands together. "So what are you going to do now?" he asked me.

"I'm going to my dorm, but at night," I explained to him. "Don't want to show anyone I'm alive."

"Why's that?" Cel asked. He looked at me confused, but his face brightened up. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh," I mocked him, and he gave me a grin. I smiled back before turning to Fathom again. "Thanks for saving my life," I told him. "I guess this is goodbye for now."

"Keep in touch," he said he put a piece of paper in my hand. I looked at it while he walked back to his jeep. He started the engine and drove out of the high school parking lot, onto the road with the other vehicles.

"I'm glad you're alive," Cel said from behind. I looked at him as I got into the SUV. "Freakwave, Starflight, and Waterfall will be glad, too. Especially, Waterfall."

"I know," I responded. "Let's just go home for now. I have a way of surprising Desert for trying to kill me."

New chapter done! Thank you for all the support you guys have been showing me. Thank you Ghost for blowing my mind with all that character information. Find out what happens next on the next chapter! Cya.