"Never heard of him" Glory had responded.

Audio glanced at the whimpering prisoner through the bars, "Well. . .that actually might be a last resort- or second resort, as I can not make up any other ideas".

As he turned and knocked twice on the bar, Glory looked confused, "Wait, why this Prince Turtle? What can he do?"

"Well. . .um, well, he's an a-animus".

"Oh, ani- wait, animus?!" she basically yelled, which Mollusk had approached them, interested why they were looking at this particular prisoner.

". . .I'm guessing you heard of the murders commited by Ontario?" the guard had asked, "Also, what about animus'?"

Ontario, Audio had thought, Quite weird for a SeaWing name.

The MimicWing turned to the SeaWing behind him, "You know Prince Turtle, correct?"

More stutters came from Mollusk, "U-um, w-well, he's m-my friend-"

"Do you know where he is?"

"H-he usually is c-close the pavilion, b-but, he also could b-be near t-the statue w-we passed".

Audio had clapped his claws together, "Great! Can you take us there- and let us talk to him?"

The guard shifted, and looked towards the stairs they came from, "W-well, why do n-need to talk to him?"

The grey dragonet breathed in, and let out a sigh, "Well. . .uh, alright, I believe Prince Turtle is an animus".

A gasp escaped Mollusk, his eyes had widened, and his jaw twitched, ". . .h-how do you k-know?"

Glory glanced at him in both shock, but mostly interest- or pride. Audio had continued, "I-I. . .I just figured out a whole time-line thing with the NightWing, Starflight. . .science".

There was a silence between the three, before the SeaWing guard continued his anxiety filled words, "L-look, I guess I c-could, he m-might not want t-to talk though".

"Well then", Glory responded, "I guess we better hope he does".

The two were escorted towards a plaza-like area, with shops surrounding a center statue, which also turned out to be a fountain and a statue., which was of course a SeaWing. . .King Gill to be specific. Tsunami is going to have a rough time later, if she already didn't have it, Audio thought to himself.

"Um- so," Mollusk had started, "H-he's over there," he then pointed at a green SeaWing inwhich Audio recognized well, "I'll just w-watch you f-from-"

"No".

Mollusk had tilted his head, ". . .no?"

"No," Audio repeated, "You can come with us. Your able to come with us, and if you were to do your job, you would have to follow us".

Glory had nodded in agreement, and the guard looked extremely nervous and defeated. Once Audio had noticed, he felt kind of sorry. The three walked forward, and reached their dragon of interest, and the MimicWing could tell that Turtle had noticed them before they even walked to him.

". . .Your Prince Turtle. . .correct?"

The green SeaWing turned his head, "Your Tsunami's friends. . .oh, uh, hey Mollusk". The guard shyly waved at him as he hid his face with his wings.

"Well, I guess we kind of know eachother. . .I'm Audio, this is Glory", he pointed back to the RainWing. "I want to ask you of a favor- which may sound strange, but, I want to figure something out".

Turtle had looked towards the water of the fountain, his reflection clearly visible. He looked back, worry taking his eyes, "What do you mean?"

Audio had sighed, he leaned in and whispered, "Look. . .I know your an animus", Turtle's eyes widenened and he brought his palm to his jaw, "Calm down, your secret is with us. . .but, we need your help. There is a prisoner who is named Ontario, and he is disturbed, really disturbed. He talks to himself about 'killing so many'. . .may you figure out what he's talking about?".

Turtle glanced back into the light blue water, a sigh escaping him and a slightly saddened expression came over him. He sighed as he looked back, ". . .but I've already failed expectations of too many. . .even my father."

Audio opened his mouth, but hesitated, what could he say? The MimicWing sighed as he tapped his talon against the stone of the fountain, ". . .and it's alright if you don't succeed", he glanced at Gill's statue, "I don't know if you've heard it. . .but, there's a saying, 'One's failures lead to success'."

Turtle glanced up, before looking back to the fountain, ". . .it's certainly new". An insurgence of confidence came through him, in which Audio could tell through his posture straightening and his face lighting up, "Where is this prisoner?"

Mollusk had escorted the group back to the prison, in which the guards' supiscious looks being dropped instantly, being replaced with ones of respect and loyalty, at a extremely slow rate once Turtle was revealed.

They went down the stairs, a few remarks and insults coming from rowdy prisoners noticing the prince, in which barely any of them knew his name. Once they had made it to Ontario's cell, which the prisoner was in the same spot. The group had to be quiet while Turtle listened to the murmurs, which were still going on.

". . .he's a murderer. . .is that what you wanted to know?"

Audio laughed to himself, "No, sorry. The thing I wanted was what he's talking about, what did he see when he did it?"

Turtle looked down, a negative, unconfident thought likely filling his head, "Well. . I'll try to figure that out, which I might not be able to do". He looked around the floor, and found a small chunk from the bricks of the wall. He took hold of it, and thought to himself for a minute.

"I enchant this stone, to project a visual of the thoughts infront of the one who holds the stone, after the phrase, 'Reveal' is said," the SeaWing said, "and as the projection is made, make him still and calm, mostly relaxed. Once the praise, 'End it' is said, end the visual and make Ontario the way he was before the spell is activated", once he finished the enchanting, a small glow filling the stone and dissapearing quickly.

Audio had watched as Turtle knocked on the cell bar, inwhich Ontario had stirred on the inside of his "cage". He had turned, and slowly stalked towards the prince, ". . .w-who are you?" he had mumbled.

The grey dragonet was able to get a good visual of the dragon in the cell, he had a form scar under his eye, in which dried blood remained from what seemed to be a broken eye socket. Part of his right ear was missing and he had a large cut along his ribs, which had crusted over.

"Do you mind holding this stone for me?" the prince asked, scooting the stone into the cell, infront of the prisoner.

". . .w-what does it do?"

"Um. . .it'll make you feel nice and relaxed".

Ontario was hesisitant, but, he slowly grabbed the stone, in which he became in some sort of trance as an image appeared infront of the cell. Turtle had stepped back as shapes moved in the image. . .

. . .it was him, it was Audio-, or Cisco. He was with Blair, Jaiden, and Sebastian. There they were. . .at gunpoint.

This SeaWing wasn't a dragon killer. . .

. . .it was Anthony.