Hey I'm here with my friend Delfina, it's 9am we should probably get up. oh well!
"hey," Blackmoon said, trying to be friendly.
"hi" Moon's voice was dripping with syrup, as if she just had to be fake. Why did you bring HER? she silently asked Darkstalker, you could have picked anyone, and you picked her?
"Moon, I am tired of hearing what you think of me," Blackmoon almost yelled, "are you always this fake, or is it just now?"
Moon just looked stunned, and turned to stare at Darkstalker. He just smiled at her and moved to stand next to Blackmoon.
"hey, Blackmoon is my daughter." Darkstalker said...
Sorry that this is short, I just want some suspence going. Yes, Blackmoon is Darkstalker's daughter, and also I'm going to write the story of that below. (it's an extra because of the length)
He wandered through the forest, waiting for a certain dragon to fly past. He knew, from experience, that the Rainwing would come. She always came.
Ivory saw the black shape ahead of her and saw a black shape. Of course he had come. Darkstalker always came. She changed her scales from green and brown to her customary colour: white. It was unusual, but she could only do perfect camouflage, or be silver-white. She just couldn't imagine why the others liked to be obnoxious rainbow, when they could be like her.
He saw her coming, because she had swapped to white. He had had an idea, and he couldn't wait to do it with the animus Rainwing.
She could tell what his idea was, and, she had to say, she liked it. She had always liked it.
1,996 years later
Ivory couldn't wait for her egg to finally hatch. She and Darkstalker had cast their spells, and so the dragonet could finally be born. She knew what to call the little girl, and the random Nightwing she stayed with had agreed. He seemed to think the egg was his, but he could never be the father of Blackmoon.
There was only one person who could...