(Sunrise's P.O.V.)
I hummed, "They must not know of the surface up above or the extremities we face. Silver and Tara will be 3-D here, anything ahead of that, I do not know, for Tara is a black panther two-legged cub that Nightstorm and Silver adopted, and she would be human or something else. And for Silver, I don't know if you saw the movie, but he might be human here with very different tech of his cyborg side.".
(Clawheart's P.O.V.)
"I don't think I've seen that yet; I can think I'll ask of their home, instead. Can I tell them of my past?" I ask.
(Sunrise's P.O.V.)
"You may tell them of your past, but do not reveal anything of your dreams or your chosen world. It's better if they don't know everything.". I replied quietly.
(Clawheart's P.O.V.)
I only nod, watching the portal. The colors amaze me.
(Sunrise's P.O.V.)
I smile slightly as I look at Clawheart, then I hear noises behind me. I saw everybody gathered up with Basetail and the 'flying' warriors at front. I nod approvingly as I look back to the portal.
I brought up my necklace, turning on the radio, "Stormy, you can bring them through now. Did you warn Silver of the 'ifs'?".
I heard a reply, "Yes, Sunrise. Silver knows, and Tara is real bad. She's barely hanging on.".
"Come now.". I ordered quietly. Then the portal brightened up, a second, then I see shadows, then they came out. I stare quietly at Nightstorm, 3-D again, holding a very human Tara, looking very pale and Silver tense as his cyborg parts was changed slightly to be looking human with realistic skin. His gold eye remains the same.
"Laddie, where are we?". loudly whispered Silver.
"If I may, Mr. Silver, you are in a secret base where Nightstorm used to live with us. He asked us for help with your daughter. Stormy has already informed us of the tried cures. I was Stormy's leader. You can call me Sunrise.". I introduced/replied calmly.
(Clawheart's P.O.V.)
Tara doesn't look so good, and I feel myself grow still, almost detached on the inside, from this situation. A part of me whispers, "She's already gone,". When I saw little kids on the streets, mostly in winter, hungry, cold, or ill, I would try and help them.
But without medicine, I could never help all of them. Sometimes(most-times) all I could do was comfort them to the Final Rest. I grew to know, sometimes, when that would happen.
I shake myself. "It's different here. . . .we can still help. . ." I mumble under my breath, hoping to not be heard.
(Sunrise's P.O.V.)
I heard a low mumble on my side and I look over to see Clawheart shivering a bit, looking a bit pale as she stared at Tara.
I sighed, "Stormy, may I know what's the contents that is ailing Tara now?".
Nightstorm clenched a bit tighter as he held Tara, "Before, she had hacks, coughs, her coat was pale, and she could barely hold soup or water. We asked the others, and no one has ever heard of it. So I called over, hoping maybe here might have something different that might work to help Tara. She's my daughter, and I can't imagine my life without her, you know that, Sunrise.".
Silver then piped up softly, "I trust my laddie, and he trusts you. Please save our daughter.". I nodded slightly.
(Clawheart's P.O.V.)
I feel something in the back of my mind, something important maybe, but nudge it aside for the moment.
Then, I felt a small surge of dizziness, followed by drowsiness. "S-sunrise, I think all the training tired me out. . . .may I return to my room for now?" I ask quietly.
(Sunrise's P.O.V.)
I look over to Clawheart who's looking a bit tuckered out. 'Of course, she probably needs to wake up in the other world'.
"All right, Clawheart. You may return to your room. I will be in the meeting room with our guests, so when you feel better again, visit up, okay? Do pray for Tara before you go rest some.". I replied.
(Clawheart's P.O.V.)
I nod, keeping my stumbling down to a minimum until I'm out of sight. Once in my room, I simply collapse onto my bed, only to leave the darkness abruptly to light.
I bolt upright, seeing Dusk's Shade trying to get at Toothless again. I snarl, pulling the small cub closer. "You dare touch him, and I'll-"
"You'll what?" He sneered. "Everything about you -your survival, name, Lavender's 'new' name, that danged Markless Cub- it's going to get you one of these days, and when it does, you're gonna die. No hatchling ever lives for more than a few days before going to the Fields and Skies of Odin, so," he leaned in close, getting right up in my face, the beginnings of a snarl on his muzzle.
"You're either a demon, lying, or it was just a flat-out lucky streak. You might want to watch your wings, my dear," he shot a hardened, angry glare at Toothless, "and his, too." He stalked off, seeming annoyed, smug, and furious.
The sun was only just beginning to set, and all of the other Furies seemed asleep. I gently cradled Toothless until he was asleep once more, and wondered what Tara was sick with. They said they'd tried everything . . . I'm struck with a sudden thought.
'Everything but Healing Flames . . . that's it!' I think. 'Lavender explained to me that Healing Flames work not only on wounds, but on sickness! But how can I . . . will it even carry over that distance? I . . . oh. . .' I stop, blinking with a small level of shock at the sight before me.
A shimmering Night Fury female, a "Dame" I believe it's called, is standing before me. She's sitting, tail curled around her paws, eyes closed and weeping sparkling, silvery tears, which splash lightly on the floor of the cave. Her tail fins, face, and front paws are covered with the same sparkles, that twinkle like tiny stars, making her more visible.
I can see a faint bit of colors on her wings and face, and upon seeing how she's partially see-through(excluding where the tears stain her scales) I take a quick guess.
"L-Lavender?" I ask quietly, voice beginning to tremble. She jerks her head up sharply, eyes wide with a small amount of disbelief. "Lavender, I-I need your help." I stand and walk up to her slowly, jerkingly, my front right leg still injured. "I need to know how the Healing Flames work; th-there's a sick chi-dragon cub, and I need to help her." I half-lie.
Lavender shakes herself, reaching out as if to nuzzle me, then stops. "I know you come of a different place," she murmurs softly, sounding like a whispering breeze, barely heard, words slightly echoey. "And I know that you shall come to this one, eventually, and that now you're stuck between; between two worlds."
I tilt my head. "The link your soul holds is strongly rooted here, even though you were born into another place. If we work together, since you're still mostly in the other world, having been born there, we can work together so I can cross over. Healing Flames require gentle thoughts, kind thoughts, loving thoughts; a feeling in your heart," she lightly taps over my heart with a paw, leaving a tiny bit of sparkling tears on me.
(Sunrise's P.O.V.)
I sighed slightly as I watched Clawheart walk off, disappearing from sight as she went on.
"I presume that's the newbie I so much heard about on the link.". commented Nightstorm curiously. I look over to see him handing over Tara gently to Silver, who hugged the little girl softly to his chest.
"Yeah, Stormy. Clawheart's a fast learner, and a amazing warrior, already. Now, we better get you guys to the meeting room. We have a cot ready for Tara. Clan, any findings on cures yet?".
Shakes and sighs answered me. "Then keep searching. We are not giving up at all.". I sharply growled. They all nodded and scattered quickly and quietly, leaving Basetail. He nodded as he came up to us. I introduced him and his aiding skills. My guests nodded and complied as we went on to the meeting room. Silver laid Tara gently on the cot, with Tara shivering a bit. Nightstorm softly put a blanket on her, kneading Tara's hair gently, calming her slightly. I smiled grimly as I sat down to quietly talk with them as Tara then slept on.
(Clawheart's P.O.V.)
I lightly curl back into the nest; it's fading quickly into night. I have a feeling that the others will be asleep back at HQ. As I awake and stretch my limbs on my bed, I slowly peek out the doorway. The lights are mostly off. I scurry over to where there are still some lights on. I peek in, seeing Silver, Stormy, Sunrise, Basil and Tara. I creep into the room, the familiar feeling rearing its head again as I saw Tara; she looked worse than before.
(Lavender's P.O.V.)
Though Clawheart had yet to see me, I had managed to come through the portal, surprised, however, that my appearance had shifted. I was now a tall, dark-skinned human female, my dark, short hair framing my face, some of it twisted together in a way that reminded me of my feelers. My short, stubby nails were painted black, I was bare-foot, and wore a long, dark, black dress with highlights of lavender shades trimmed with green.
A short glimpse in a reflective surface revealed my eyes to be the same, a slight, slitted appearance to them, as well as the Spirit-Rain to be in the same places as before; along my forearms, on my face, on the long "tail" of the dress that trailed behind me. I was walking an inch above the ground, and most of me was at least a little transparent; except for the twinkling shine of my spiritual tears, you could see right through me.
The human with the artificial parts spotted me first, eyes darting to Clawheart before locking back onto me.
(Silver's P.O.V.)
I stared at the new woman who just came in. Strangely, I feel a strong aura radiating from her and I feel safe, somehow knowing that she is here to help. I heard stories of spirit people having healing powers back in my home, and I hope this woman is one of them. She seems to recognize Clawheart, who seems worried for my daughter.
(Sunrise's P.O.V.)
I look at Nightstorm who's spooning Tara so gently and sleeping, then I turned my view to Silver who's looking piqued, then I saw her. 'Lavender?!' I slowly recognized her by her eyes. No one has eyes quite like Lavender. 'Wait a second. She is here to heal Tara. Healing Flames if I remember right from what Clawheart said.' I nodded to Lavender with asking eyes and respect.