Deathstalker
Throughout my life, I have always been interested in learning and discovering the unknown. Unexplained phenomenon and activity no dragon has ever witnessed before. I ask dragons alike about strange happenings, and it is normal if I get insults, laughs, awkward stares, but I don't really care if people insult me. I know what I saw, and I know that the things I witness are unnatural. The supernatural is - what most people would say - Animus Magic, but I assure you that is not the only strangest thing on this continent. I've never been to the Distant Kingdoms, or been around the entire world, but I do know for a fact that there are other species, breeds, and abnormal occurrences that go on under everyone's noses, and I am determined to discover these creatures, and try to prove their unmentionable existence.
My name is Greenland, and this is the story of how I encountered, the Deathstalker.
Some dragons may have heard of a spirit, demon, or creature that takes the souls or spirits of someone who has recently died, and brings them to the peaceful place. Glimpses of the spirit are seen by those who are close to their death. After doing some research, I realized that the Deathstalker acts very much like this, but a lot more . . . brutal, I'll say. Not very many people have reported sightings of the Ethos, but it is said that you will start to see it when it wants to take you. It is also said that it will give you a mark that indicates you are its next victim - the scar consists of an X with four eyes around the letter.
In legends, they say it lived about three thousand years before the birth of the Darkstalker. But even still, the dragon was not known very well to history, which is why you don't hear the name very much nowadays. The dragon was in no way an Animus, and it is not said why the Stalker kidnaps and kills its victims, but as mentioned before, it acts a little like a reaper - a creature that takes one's soul away when they die.
I don't fully understand why this is happening now, but I heard reports and stories about the mark, and the Ethos itself sighted near the RainWing Kingdom, and the school. Intrigued and full of questions, I decided to head over there. I just want to note that I passed by a strange cabin in the mountains while I was flying. It looked broken down, and not built very well - I almost missed it because it was hidden by many trees.
Back to the topic. Most of you may know that the school was originally supposed to be in Jade Mountain, but because of what happened six years ago, they had to move it to the rain forest. It's a small school, but in time it would be built for all dragonets alike, and that is where I am headed.
I spoke to the head counselor, Queen Glory herself, and her friend, a NightWing by the name of Deathbringer. I thanked them for taking the time to talk to me, and they told me everything that had been happening in the forest lately.
They told me the residents, and the students are frightened by something they believed to have seen deep in the forest, and that they keep finding dead animals around their houses. At first they thought it was someone trying to mess with them, but the situation worsened when the queen found one of her subjects dead - they didn't tell me the name of the dragon, but that I can understand. They also told me that one of the students was out hunting for food, but came back in a state of complete shock, and has been staying home with her parents ever since the incident. I didn't bother asking if I could meet with the dragonet - I knew they would decline either way - but I did get permission to stay a few nights, so I was allowed to live in a small rental hut where the NightWings lived.
Even though I knew I might not get enough information, or any for that matter, I decided to ask around about the Stalker anyway. Upon asking, I received a few stares, chuckles, awkward glances, and some were even scared when they misheard the name for Darkstalker. I corrected them, but even still, they looked undoubtedly terrified. Some dragons did not look trustworthy, so I made up an excuse that I had somewhere to go, and left at a quicker pace than I wanted to move. Some people laughed and made fun of the name, and myself, but I expected this.
I had no luck today, but hopefully tomorrow I'll get some more information.
I have been in the RainWing Kingdom for about three days now, and I have not received new knowledge of what I am searching for, but two days ago was . . . tragic. I had a dream where I was lying in bed asleep, but I knew there was someone standing over me. I felt something scratch my shoulder, as if the person was carving something onto my arm. I looked up, and saw a dragon. It was only a mere silhouette, but I also heard it whispering something. I don't exactly remember what it was, but I knew it was in a different language, except I never heard a language like that before. I also noticed that the sky was dark red like blood.
I woke up feeling dizzy, and I felt a pain in my right shoulder. I put my hand to it, and instantly my eyes went wide, and I ran to the mirror. To my horror, the dream had become real. The mark of the Stalker was on my shoulder, and it was bleeding, which then I noticed there were red stains on my bed, and on the floor.
Not only that, but the RainWing that was sent home because she was scared of something in the forest . . . was found missing that morning. There was a search, and the child was found . . . dead, in the woods. No one knew what happened, what had killed her, or who kidnapped her. The guards said they did not find any sign of struggle from where they found her, but they said there was a mark on her shoulder that consisted of an X, with four eyes around the letter.
I knew I wouldn't get permission to see the parents about what happened, so I asked one of the guards about what took place the previous night.
The guard told me the day before the daughter was found dead, the parents said she was scared of something that night, and kept looking out the window and crying. They heard her scream when a loud bang came from the window. The mother brought her to her room while the father went outside to look for whoever was messing with them. He didn't find anything, but stayed up late to make sure whoever was out there did not come back.
When it was midnight, the father was about to join the rest of his family in slumber until he suddenly heard a knock at the door. He cautiously went to check, but found no one outside, and at this point it began to rain hard. The father decided to stay up a little longer, and a few minutes after the knock, lightning struck, and he could have sworn he saw the shadow of someone at the window. Again, he went outside and around the house to search, but found that he was the only person awake at this time. Except, he did find footprints by the window that led to the kitchen, and that had to have ment there was someone lurking around the home, but for the rest of the night, no one came.
The father was dead certain someone had been watching them, and with the know- ledge that the girl had a mark on her shoulder, I knew that whatever had killed her, must be in the forest.
I went there yesterday, searching for any sign of . . . whatever I may find. When it was nearing evening, I came across a circle of dead trees. I thought that was very odd, so I entered. Each, and every one of them had the mark of an X, with eyes around the letter, and that same symbol was drawn in the dirt.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I was actually doubting what I was seeing, and I rubbed my eyes, only to reveal that this was not a figment of my imagination . . . this was real. I started to think that whoever killed that girl, was wanting to make people think the Deathstalker did this.
I immediately ran back to the village, and told the queen what I saw. She sent some guards to go investigate, but came back to give me angry faces. They had been searching for two hours, and what I described to them was not found in the forest. I know what I saw was real, but the queen told me that if I were to cause trouble again, she would ban me from the kingdom. I apologized and went back to my hut.
In the mirror I thought I was seeing myself go crazy. But I know what I saw, except I could not explain what it exactly was . . . .
. . . Okay. . . . I'm not even sure if I should be writing this, or if I can. I feel weak, as if I'm sick. My limbs feel numb, and my head hurts. It's slowly getting better, but I guess this is how you feel when you . . . die. I always try to stay out of trouble, just go my way and mind my own business. I never liked social interactions, which is why I live alone, and don't go out much. But when I go out to search for any cryptid phenomenon, or strange happenings, at the same time, I love doing that, but . . . I know that if I search for these creatures . . . I might be living my final hours. Last night . . . I almost met my fate at the hands of the reaper.
I had another dream. Again, I was in my hut, but I was not in bed, except at a table. I kept hearing a knock at the door every few seconds, but would ignore it the best I could. After about the tenth knock, I slowly got up, and since it was a dream, I seemed to float to the door. All the while I kept getting scared, like I knew something horrible was there. I suddenly stopped a few paces away, and stared. The door opened, and in the split second before I woke up, I saw a dragon, roaring as loud as it could.
When I awoke I felt cold. I reached to cover myself with the blanket, but found that it was not there. I lifted my head, and realized . . . I wasn't in my hut . . . I was outside, right next to the circle of dead trees.
In shock and surprise I stood up. I didn't want to believe I was actually there, and thought it was a dream, but it wasn't. I felt freezing cold air fly past my body, and to keep myself warm, and to feel a little safe, I sat back down, and hugged my tail - please don't laugh. Thoughts raced through my mind: How did I get here? What was going on? I thought someone brought me out here, and I called out, but no one answered. I called a second time, and only silence came. The third time was not a charm, but still I felt there was someone watching me.
After a while, I finally worked up the courage to stand up and walk back to my hut. My limbs felt like they would give out at any moment, like I would fall and not get back up, and have to crawl and call for help the whole way back, but I never did. I constantly heard noises behind me, and kept looking over my shoulder, expecting to see someone there . . . but it was only the shadows that followed behind.
The only thing that helped me see through the pitch black darkness of the RainWing Kingdom, were the lanterns that illuminated only a little of an area. I followed them back to my small hut, and there too was a lantern hung up on the porch. I took it, and placed my hand on the doorknob, but something caught my attention: I heard breathing on the other side of the door. It was so faint, so quiet, that I barely stopped myself in time to confirm that someone was in my hut. My first instinct was to rush in, and face the intruder head on. But then again, I'm not a fighter, and I don't know who this is. I thought it would be best to turn, run to the queen, or the guards, and let them know what is going on, and that is what I did.
As I ran down the stoop and into the night, holding my lantern tightly in my hand, I heard the door to my hut open, the breathing grow louder, and loud footsteps stomping after me. The steps my pursuer made sounded like skips, as if it was limping. As I ran I tried to look back at the dragon, but in the dark I could barely see it, but I did see the outline of its shape in the darkness, confirming that it was still after me. I ran faster - my feet began to hurt after a while - then I decided to risk getting rid of my lantern. In the darkness it won't be able to see me, except I won't be able to see it either, but I took that chance and threw the lamp to the side.
When I thought I was far enough away, I dove into a bush and covered my mouth, watching as the chaser stopped only a few feet away from where I was. I was right about it having a limp, it looked like its right leg was broken, and there was also something off about its jaw as well, which I guess made its breathing sound abnormal. A little bit of the moonlight peeked through the leaves from above, and the dragon stepped into the light. When I saw its face, I had never felt so dumbfounded, so intrigued, and so frightened by anything before. I will sound insane that you, the reader, may give away this book at the realization of how much of a hoax this sounds, but I am dead serious when I say this conclusion.
My pursuer was a corpse returned to life once again. Its scales were as dark as the shadows around us; its wings were full of holes; its body was covered in wounds; its hands, claws, and talons were blueish gray; its chest was ripped open; its jaw was broken; it had four red, sinister eyes, and on its right shoulder . . . was the mark with the X and eyes. Upon that realization, I had no doubt that this creature was truly . . . the Deathstalker.
It turned left and right, looking for me, sniffing the air to learn of my whereabouts. I prayed that it would not find me, and tried to calm myself to keep my breathing down. It turned its head towards my direction, and I only stared. As it took one step after another towards me, I heard it say something that sounded like chanting, but couldn't exactly make any words because of its broken jaw. The Ethos stared down at the bush I'm in for a long while, then it turned and walked away. I breathe a long, quiet sigh of relief, then slowly walk out of the bush.
I tried to think of what to do next. How could I tell the queen, or the guards about my situation? How could they believe that I'm being chased by an entity? How could they help me? Was it even worth asking for help? Come to think of it, I didn't see any of the guards while I was running, or anyone else, as if the entire kingdom was abandoned. What about the symbol I found in the dirt in the forest? If I find my way back there . . . could I erase it? If I erase that, would I erase the Stalker? It was worth a shot, and I wasn't sure that it would even work, but I had to try. I examined my surroundings, and started to run.
I squinted my eyes to see where I was going, but after a while I heard the stomps behind me. I looked back, and there was the Stalker, gaining. I increased my pace and tried desperately to back track where I found the set of trees. I entered an open field of dirt and grass, and there were more trees on the opposite side, and through the greenery I saw the dead trees in the distance.
As I ran towards it, I was suddenly thrown to the ground. I tried to get back up, but I felt a set of claws slide across my face, then a hand on my throat, blocking my windpipe. I stared wide eyed at the Deathstalker as it tightened its grip around my neck. I kicked, I thrashed, but it did not flinch no matter what I did. As I felt its claws dig into my neck and blood trickle down my shoulders, I lashed my claw at its open ribcage. It growled and dropped me, giving me the chance to catch my breath and run to the other side of the forest.
I found the trees, and the symbol in the center. I wasted no time sliding my hands and feet through the dirt, and made sure that the entire mark was gone. After a few seconds, there was nothing left. Then I looked at the other trees around me, and remembered the mark on all of them. I ran up to them and lashed the sign out of the bark, and I felt a wave of silence come over me, and safety invaded my mind. I was the only one in that forest, no one else was around. I smiled, and sighed in relief.
But just then I felt an invisible force dig something sharp into my back, and throw me against a tree. Then it grabbed my tail and threw me to the other side. I was then dragged along the dirt, and slammed against another tree two times. My body ached from pain, and I risked trying to crawl away, but then I was lifted into the air, and slammed down on the ground, then lifted back up, and felt a pair of claws dig into my chest where my heart was, and screamed in pain as the Stalker stared me dead in the eye.
I then remembered the mark - I was its next victim. I thought if I cut that off, maybe it would disappear? With my last bit of strength, I ran a claw across my shoulder, cutting a few scales off, but the mark as well. The Deathstalker's head suddenly jerked to the side, and dropped me. I hit the ground as if I fell on a rock, and let out cries of pain. After a moment I lifted my head, looked around . . . and the Ethos was on.
I had to get back home. I turned myself onto my stomach, adding pain in my back, but used a small amount of strength to reach a hand, and crawl. I placed a hand on the ground, then the other, then slowly picked myself up. I weakly took one step, then another, but fell on the third. I let out another yelp of pain, and laid there for a moment before taking a few deep breaths, and lifting myself up to take another step, but fell while trying. I did my best to fight back the pain throughout my body, then placed a hand down, and slowly, carefully, stood back up, my legs shaking, threatening to fail, but I stood. I trudged my way through the forest, praying that I would not fall, and found my way back to the hut.
I opened the door, closed it, and fell on the bed. I laid there breathing heavily, blood beginning to soak the sheets, then because of the tiredness and pain, I fell into a long, deep sleep.
I woke up the next morning, feeling surprisingly better. I sat up slowly, and rubbed my neck, and my eyes went wide. I did not feel any scratch marks. I stood up and went to the mirror, and found that I was not covered in scars. But the strangest of all, was that I cut off the scales from my shoulder, but there was no blood mark, except when I looked back at the bed, it was covered in red.
I have no conclusion as to why this happened, but I have a theory that the mark in the dirt and the trees in the forest acted as a gateway for the Stalker to enter, and exit our world. I think that I prevented it from taking me, I guess there was no need for the marks to be there, but even still, I felt scared from the experience.
I have come back to this three days later.
I had another dream. I was back in the RainWing Kingdom. I was standing a few yards away from where the dead trees surrounding the mark was, and in the symbol was a dragonet, lying dead, that same scar on her shoulder. I could do nothing but stare as that dragon was pulled into the shadows . . . by the Deathstalker.
Creepypasta Timeline:
I'm Tired of Hiding the Bodies
The Blackness
Running Blind
Book 6 ½: The Eyes of a Monster
The Possession
The Unwanted
The Beings
Deathstalker
Acknowledgements
This isn't exactly what the author of Wings of Fire would imagine might happen, but I thought that if there are creepypastas about almost anything, then I think there should be a creepypasta about Wings of Fire as well. I've read a few from the fandom, but I wanted to write my own stories about it, and these are it.
Acknowledgements on Book 6 ½, The Eyes of a Monster
I remember looking up Wings of Fire Creepypasta to see if there are any stories, and in the images I found a picture of Tsunami with red eyes and sharp fangs. That image belongs to the Wings of Horrors: Vampires story, and I got inspiration from that image, and made my own different story about it - mine is not about vampires.
Acknowledgements on The Blackness
I mainly wanted to write a story about Blister, I think she kind of deserves one, and I wrote this about her. Something that shows, maybe this is what happened when Blister died to the Eye of Onyx, this is where she went, this is the creature she had become, and these are the consequences of her actions she did in life. For every bad thing she had done, this was her punishment . . . .
Acknowledgements on The Unwanted
I would say this acts as the main creepypasta story of the genre. I always found cannibals to be one of the scariest things I've ever known, and I thought it would be a perfect story for this. I also wanted to show that the dragon himself is not mainly the real bad guy, even after he killed a lot of dragons, but to show how hurtful the world can be, and this is an example of what its cruelty brings: Cannibals.
Acknowledgements on I'm Tired of Hiding the Bodies
I just thought a poem starting with I'm Tired of Hiding the Bodies sounded cool. I couldn't decide whether to use the title and story for this genre, but I decided to put it in this category. Not like a horror story that we usually watch, listen, or read to today, but more like those old stories, like Edgar Allan Poe wrote, they're poems, like this. It also shows the consequences of what Animus Magic can do to a dragon, no matter what they do, no matter how easy it is to undo all they did, they still have blood on their hands.
Acknowledgements on The Possession
I think throughout the decades, demons have always been a part of the horror genre. They're terrifying, they make you feel uncomfortable, and disturbed. They also would fit perfectly for the creepypasta world, and I wanted to use it here. What if the dragonets encounter something like this? Would they fight it? Would they risk trying to reason with it? I imagine that would be a really cool fight, and good for the horror category.
Acknowledgements on The Beings
Aliens have also been part of horror stories for a long time. What makes them scary is that we don't know where they came from, and we don't know what they can do, how smart they are, or if there are more of them. This story shows just that. It makes us think that maybe there are living souls out there in space, or if there are some in Pyrrhia as well, and there is a Cryptozoologist looking for them.
Acknowledgements on Running Blind
I once read for Alfred Hitchcock's final motion picture, he wanted to make a movie where there is a blind man in an amusement park, but there are killers after him, and he has to navigate himself out of the park. But Hitchcock wanted to film in Disneyland, and Walter Disney hated Psycho, so he refused to let him film there, so instead Hitchcock made The Birds. I got the idea of this story from that canceled movie, where Starflight needs to navigate himself out of the forest before the Hobo finds and kills him. I got the idea of the Hobo himself from Dr Rick Trager from Outlast, as in the story he is described as having two blades, like scissors.
Acknowledgements on Deathstalker
When I read Wings of Fire Book 5, and the NightWings were talking about the cryptic message Sunny left, they mentioned Darkstalker, but I thought it said Deathstalker, I was wrong. I thought Deathstalker would be perfect for a Wings of Fire horror story, and I decided to put Greenland in it as well, because he is the Cryptozoologist looking for the strange creature in the woods.
Wings of Fire, and any recognizable characters from that series is made and rightfully owned by Tui T. Sutherland.
