Gill's nightmares was filled with bloody images. About Coral dying in horrible ways. He jolted awake from another nightmare. Shaking his head, chasing the memories of the dreams to the back of his head, he laid down and washed his scales in the nearby pool.

He stretched out his wings, being at the edge of the Mud Kingdom was not ideal, at least it wasn't dry like the Sand Kingdom or cold like the Ice Kingdom. The SeaWing king, yawned, dove into the clear water.

Gill breathed in through his gills, then out. Diving through the fresh water weeds, he spotted a peacock bass. Lowering himself to the floor and camouflaging amongst the green weed, he stalked close to the peacock bass. The green fish looked back just in time to see Gill lunge at it. His claws dug into the slippery fish, clinging on.

His green jaws clamped shut around the tail of the fish. Soon enough, the fish lay in a pool of red pool at his pools. Image flashed through his head, Orca. A picture of his daughter, covered in the same red blood flashed through his brain. Coral. A image of his love replaced the one of his daughter. Coral's face was agonized with grief, her jaws clenched and tears rolling down her cheeks. Our dead dragonets. A picture of the lifeless body of a small aquamarine dragonet flashed through his head. The dragonet's throat was ripped, her wings torn.

Gill looked down at the fish. What if this fish had it's own family? What if it just watched me kill their father or mother? The extreme grief of loosing someone he loved dug into his heart, like serrated IceWing class, threatening to rip his heart in one swift tear. He shook his head and clenched his webbed talons.

What am I doing? Feeling pitiful because I killed a fish? He shook his head and gobbled the peacock bass up. He looked at the red blood. A picture of the blue dragonet, Tsunami. The one who'd fought him in the arena. She looked so painfully like Coral.

Gill looked up, I have to get back to Coral. The faster the better. He stared at the sky, remembering the old times when Orca was still a dragonet. Before all those dangers had happened. Before all those deaths. He lowered his head, a single tear rolling down his snout.

The SeaWing king looked up with new determination, he stared at the horizon. Standing up, he flew towards the horizon.

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Gill flapped down silently besides the beach. His gaze landed on a patch of sand between him and the sea. A SkyWing was there. Trapped underneath a tree. And there was a group of footprints besides the SkyWing.

The SkyWing had a leaf covering his eyes, his wings flopped down besides him. His neck stuck beneath a root of the tree.

Gill flew up besides him, weary, but curious. He raised a corner of the leaf. The SkyWing had his eyes shut close. But just before Gill could remove the tree from the back of the SkyWing, a pair of talons thumped down on the ground beside him.

"Hey who are you? What have you done with him?" A big fiery orange SkyWing growled, her wings spread, her orange eyes glowering with fury. A long wicked spear was clenched in her talons, ready to impale him.

Besides her two more SkyWing thumped down. They also had spears. And both looked very very angry.

"No wait, I can explain!" But none of them listened. And the first SkyWing leaped for him.