Qibli felt cold and empty, his friend was dead, and he killed him. Qibli fell over and cried.
He can't be dead.
He's one of the strongest dragons I know.
No, this is a prank.
Better yet it's a dream and I'm about to wake up, that's the only explanation.
After what felt like hours, Qibli slowly got up. He became aware that he was covered in scratches and bruises. A steady trickle of blood was falling from his ear. He touched it and realized it was because his earring had been torn off during the fight. But he then just remembered that Darkstalker was still standing there.
"You," snarled Qibli, "You didn't stop me. You just watched us like we were scavengers fighting."
"Well," Darkstalker replied, "It did escalate rather quickly. I didn't know you would kill him."
"YOU CAN SEE THE FUTURE!" Qibli yelled.
"Hey, let's just get to what we came here for," sighed Darkstalker, "to make you an animus."
"Fine," Qibli agreed.
Darkstalker grabbed one of Qibli's talons and said, "I enchant this talon to make Qibli an animus."
A strange tingle came over Qibli, but after that, he just felt normal. "Did it work?" he asked.
"Well, test it out," Darkstalker insisted.
Was that it? Qibli picked up a rock and said, "I enchant this rock to hit Darkstalker on his snout."
And sure enough, the rock shot out of his hands and hit the big Nightwing right on his snout.
"Ow!" Darkstalker exclaimed in surprise.
"Wow, it worked," Qilbi chuckled. He suddenly felt powerful and invincible.
"How does it feel, Qibli?" Darkstalker asked.
"Like I could rule the world," he replied. He paused, then said, "Which brings up my little problem."
"What problem?"
"You."
Sorry that this was a short chapter, they get longer as time goes on.
