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Onto the story
"AAAH!" Sunny screeched, pointing at the NightWing whom had just appeared.
"Who are you?" Glory demanded.
"I'm classified, sorry." He said.
"Classified is a cool name!" Clay declared, eating a tree or so.
"No, me name is Death-oops, call me Friendmaker." He shuffled his claws.
"That's a wonderful name!" Sunny threw her wings around him. "You've just made another friend."
'Friendmaker' nudged the small hybrid away. "Heh. Anyway, any y'all takin' with Blaze?"
"Yup." Clay yipped. Starflight growled at the bad grammar that seemed to prevalent.
"We need to. . ." Tsunami thought. "Wait, what are we doing here?"
"Flashback." Clay yipped.
"What iz yo fave Queen, Sue?" Starflight asked.
"No idea, bro." Tsunami replied. "What about ya?"
"Sunny, for sure. But do ya prefer Blister er Blaze er Burn?" Starflight asked.
"Well, let's meet 'em."
"THAT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENED!" Glory turned a deep shade of violet.
"Why do you care?" Tsunami sniffed.
"Ok, let's just go meet Blaze!" Death-friendmaker said. They went to the most friendly of the Three Queen's palaces.
"How do we get in?" Clay asked.
"Like this." Deathbringer replied, kicking the door open. A nosy SandWing who was inside was launched away.
"You're so strong and heroic!" Sunny said.
"Oh yuck, let's just go." Tsunami stomped over to Blaze and grabbed her by the throat. "Yo, Blaze."
"Welcome!" Blaze spread her wings wide and smiled broadly. "I'm so glad to have visitors! Want some tea?"
"I'm holdin' ya by de throat." Tsunami growled.
"Yes, but I so love visitors!" Blaze said.
"And assassins?" Friendmaker asked, grinning.
"No, why?"
"Because I'M ONE!" The 'charming' NightWing hurled a disc of deadly metal at Blaze.
"Ah!" She shrieked, collapsing into a bewildered Clay's arms.
"My card." Deathbringer handed a slip of paper labeled 'Deathbringer, NightWing Assassin. Will kill for payment. Yeah!' to Starflight.
"I'll be sure to call you." Starflight muttered dryly.
Glory appeared, semi-translucent, next to him. "You so sure you're going to go?" She hissed ominously, fangs ready.
"Nah, I'll be takin' my nap." Deathbringer yawned, and he curled up to sleep.
He remembered that ol' lullaby his mother Quickstrike had told him as a dragonet. It went something like this:
Little Death,
Go to sleep,
In the morning you can slay more dragons,
you creepy creep.
Little Death,
Go to bed,
You've thrown enough discs at dragon's heads,
go to sleep little Death-o,
YOU EVIL POTATO!
That poem always woke him up.
"Ha-HA!" Deathbringer shouted, leaping into the air and shooting out the room.
"The thing got away." Tsunami growled.
"Clay is so heroic and strong!" Blaze said. Glory whacked her with her tail.
That's all for now, folks. And leave a review, or Deathbringer will sing weird poetry to you! o.o