"That doesn't match any myth or legend I know of." Starflight said.
Swordfish and Vulture had been trying to describe the thing that killed Rainfall to Starflight, to see if he knew anything about it. After describing its odd features, Starflight looked even more confused. "There's no tales or stories or anything about something that looks like that." Starflight said. Vulture sighed. "Why is it that when we actually need boring history scrolls, they don't have what we want?" He muttered. "Starflight's scrolls aren't boring!" Fatespeaker butted in. "Thanks Fatespeaker." Starflight said semi-sarcastically.
"Hey, uh, Starflight." Swordfish said awkwardly. He really didn't know the Dragonets of Destiny that well. "Why haven't you used that scroll Turtle has to fix your eyes? I mean if you have the magic right there and there's no consequences, why don't you just do it?" Starflight leaned forward slightly. "We don't truly know what Darkstalker put on that scroll when he made it." Starflight said quietly. "The only time we have used it was to try and find the killer, and even then it didn't work. We don't want to put any spells on dragons." Starflight looked a bit disappointed about this, but he maintained a straight face.
"Vulture," said a smooth voice. Swordfish turned around to see Scorch, the other Skywing. She was pretty, but to Swordfish it was pretty obvious that it was fake. She was trying too hard to look nice. "I've been meaning to talk to you. Why were you talking to a Seawing and a Nightwing? Us Skywings have to stick together." Her voice oozed with a sickly-sweet tone. "What's wrong with talking to other tribes? That's what this whole school is about." Starflight argued. Scorch laughed. Swordfish immediately hated it. He remembered the snarky remark she made about Rainfall the first day they got to school. "Go back to floundering in front of Fatespeaker." Scorch laughed at Starflight.
"Wha-I don't. Hey!" Starflight said as Scorch took Vulture behind another bookshelf. Starflight then turned to Swordfish and sighed. "I'm pretty sure Fatespeaker has had a crush on me since I met her." Starflight muttered. Ha! I was right! She sticks up for him an unnatural amount. Swordfish thought.
Swordfish looked back at Rattlesnake. Do I do that with Rattlesnake? What does it look like to dragons on the outside? Savanna was still standing with her. Probably not as smooth as him. Swordfish looked back at Starflight. Swordfish was pretty sure Starflight liked Fatespeaker back. Well, their relationship seems to be on the right track.
As Swordfish was walking back to Cedar, he caught sight of Fatespeaker behind another bookshelf. Swordfish swallowed his anxiety and went to go talk to her. "Hey Fatespeaker." He whispered. "Hi… uhh… Swordfish." Fatespeaker said, struggling to remember his name. "What do you need?" "Ok, uh, let's say you had a crush on someone-" Swordfish began, when Fatespeaker cut him off. "I do not. I don't like Starflight. He…" Fatespeaker trailed off her denying the obvious after she realized what Swordfish had really said. "Ok yes continue." She said. "If you hypothetically had a crush on someone what do you do to make them like you back?" If Swordfish could find out what Fatespeaker had done to make Starflight like him back, he could find a way to make Rattlesnake like him back.
"Well, I would care for him- I mean whoever- I would care for whoever I would like after they got hurt. Be there for them when things are tough." Oh, well, that answers that. It's not exactly like I want Rattlesnake to get hurt. Swordfish's thoughts were interrupted when Cedar tapped his shoulder.
"You might want to come here." Cedar said. He had a dark look on his face. Swordfish followed Cedar to the bookshelf where Vulture and Scorch had gone. Behind it, Typhoon had Scorch pinned down to the ground. "Come on, say you support that Skywing terrorist ONE MORE TIME." Typhoon growled at Scorch. "Scarlet wasn't a bad queen. She was strong and good for the Skywings. Unlike your Coral. Hm, what happened at the Summer Palace again?" Scorch taunted in her smooth voice. Typhoon shook Scorch with anger. "If it weren't for the rules of this place I would kill you right here, right now. Nobody disrespects my queen." "In my opinion it seems like you need this. Someone to break the order around you. You need to have some real fun sometime." Scorch stared into Typhoon's eyes. "I know you want to." Typhoon blushed slightly and pushed Scorch away. "I could report you to the teachers." Typhoon said. "As could I." Scorch countered.
So Scorch is a Scarlet supporter. Well, not a big surprise considering her mother was Scarlet's top entertainer. Still, if anyone found out, she could get kicked out of Jade Mountain. Swordfish looked at Scorch. Maybe that would be for the better, but maybe not. Suddenly, Swordfish heard Rattlesnake call him over. He went to where she called. Next to her, Vulture and Savanna were talking. "She wanted to know if I supported her too." Vulture was saying to Savanna. "Okay, hold on Vulture." Savanna said to Vulture, and then he turned to Swordfish. "Rattlesnake and I are tryin' to find out who the killer is. Will you answer some questions?" Savanna asked Swordfish. Swordfish agreed to answer the questions.
Throughout the entire interrogation, Swordfish answered all the questions truthfully. Everything about Rainfall's death. What he knew about Ostrich, his past. Swordfish hated bringing up the past. His careless dad, his gone mother, his jerk brother. How he had been overlooked and treated like a regurgitated clam his whole life. Plagued by mysterious nightmares, how everyone expected him to be just like his brother and father before him, how he never had any money or treasure. So much to the point that he didn't care for treasure any more.
The whole time, as he explained his story, Savanna looked more and more worried, and more suspicious. After Savanna got what he wanted, Swordfish attempted to get sleep, until Starflight announced, "Okay, you can go to your classes. But please, please be careful." But Swordfish was already thinking of something else, most likely dangerous, but he had to do it.
He had to get to Rainfall's chest. The answers to everything lay inside. He clenched his fist. Something was coming.
Something big.
Starting on September 10th, I will attempt to update this story every Sunday. Please keep updated, because sometimes life happens and I'm not able to update this for a long time.