~Darkstalker
When Darkstalker slept, all he could dream about was the futures where he was king. They weren't the good ones though; his dragonets weren't there, Clearsight wasn't there, Fathom wasn't there, he was even surprised that he wished at least Indigo was there.
But no, the only things in his nightmares was war and bloodshed, a dragon who's heart once belonged to a beautiful dragon and friends with an always-worried SeaWing. Darkstalker could only see a dragon that looked like someone he never met, someone who never saw the dragon Darkstalker should be.
Waking up for the fifth time from the same nightmare made Darkstalker wonder if it was his foresight telling him that being king was a bad idea. He couldn't focus on the futures where everyone was happy, where he had the funniest dragonets ever to be born in Pyrrhia. Where Fathom was actually happy and not worried all the time.
The sun was just about to set. Darkstalker waited for Clearsight to arrive. He knew that Fathom would come later—he didn't need to see into the future to know that he was most likely not going to come until midnight.
Just as the sun went down, Darkstalker heard talons thump just outside the cave. He watched as Clearsight walked into the cave.
"You look as tired as I feel." Darkstalker observed. "Are you sure you don't want to go back home?"
"I only slept for an hour. I've been trying to make sense of this timeline, but I can't quite wrap my claws around it." Clearsight said. She looked up at Darkstalker. "And if I didn't come then you would be disappointed, and if I came and then went right back home then you would get annoyed."
"Not everything is about me, my love." Darkstalker replied.
"It is when you're the only dragon who can stop themselves from enslaving thousands of dragons." Clearsight retorted. She walked closer to Darkstalker, and sat down beside him. "I don't understand. I thought that the last set of predictions were dark, and and now I can only see futures where you end up evil and kill every dragon on the continent, plus send countless soldiers to do the same with any other continents."
"I can still see some with bright futures." Darkstalker said, not wanting to add to her stress by mentioning his nightmares. There will be another time, a better time, to tell her. "Where are dragonets are playing, and I can even see one where Fathom finally gives up on his oath and has his own."
"But they don't outweigh the bad ones." Clearsight pointed out. "It was never really possible for the best futures to come true. We both know that it's unlikely."
"But I've already proven that something that isn't meant to happen can happen." Darkstalker replied. "I had a vision that you couldn't see. The dragon who spent three years plotting the best way to get the best possible future!"
"Have you removed your immortality and invulnerability spells yet?" Clearsight asked quietly.
Darkstalker had honestly forgotten. And to be completely honest, he didn't really want to take either of them off. Thankfully, he didn't have to answer, because he heard talons coming closer to the cave. Fathom and Indigo, Darkstalker guessed. He was, in fact, right. Fathom's worried face and Indigo's annoyed face came into view.
"Don't get killed." Indigo said as soon as the two SeaWings got to the cave entrance. "I'm not going in there, but I'll guard just in case their queen sends guards or something."
The fact that she let Fathom do what he wished made Darkstalker feel a little bit more closer to the dragon, but then he remembered that his friend was the prince and the queen of the SeaWings' brother; no matter what Indigo said or did, Fathom could always do what he wanted. But Darkstalker knew that Indigo, can, in fact, talk Fathom into not doing something. Darkstalker was just glad that it Fathom was still going to visit him.
"Did no one sleep well?" Fathom asked as he wondered deeper into the cave.
"I barely slept at all." Clearsight said.
"I was having nightmares." Darkstalker admitted.
Fathom sat down in front of Clearsight and Darkstalker, and was the first one to talk. "Well, I thought of lots of things that Darkstalker can do to prevent himself from becoming evil," he said. "One of those being not using his magic at all."
"Ah, you're going to turn this into your original mission, aren't you?" Darkstalker said. "To convince me to stop using my magic. When your own oath to never use magic was broken." He bit on his tongue to stop him from continuing, to stop himself from accusing Fathom of treason and betrayal. He, too, had committed those crimes. But only Fathom had done so with right reasons. Darkstalker's only excuse was that he was trying to make things better. He only made things worse.
"Fathom, how about you just share what ideas you have?" Clearsight said. "Before someone does something that he'll regret." Darkstalker could only imagine what that meant. She probably saw a future where they fought; Darkstalker wished he had such powerful foresight. Then he could decide the best way to stop himself.