~Darkstalker
When the letter arrived from Fathom, Darkstalker had expected the SeaWing delivering it to notice Indigo and question it. Maybe it was because with Clearsight gone, he felt like everything was going to get worse quickly. After the SeaWing mail-deliverer left, Darkstalker opened and read the letter.
"What does it say?" Indigo asked, walking to read it over Darkstalker's shoulder. "Is he okay?"
"It says he made it there safely, thank the moon." Darkstalker replied. "Should we tell him Clearsight was captured, or wait to tell him until he gets back?"
"I'd say to tell him now." Indigo suggested. She walked back closer to the entrance of the cave. "He'd insist on coming back, but he'd think of something. Or at least try to. Queen Pearl will probably have his letter's read, the same with Queen Vigilance, so we can't actually explain anything."
"I don't think Vigilance is smart enough to check letters." Darkstalker pointed out. "Especially if she's stupid enough to capture Clearsight even though every single seer in the continent would be able to tell her that it was a bad idea." He puffed out a small plume of smoke. "I swear, she's going to pay one day."
"And you question why everyone fears you." Indigo muttered. "If I know Clearsight, she's going to be fine. We may not be close friends, but I've personally researched all of the dragons Fathom met after I became his guard. Call it caution, or say that I don't have trust that he won't befriend a killer dragon. Although, technically, he has."
"I'm not evil!" Darkstalker protested. "The queen and everyone else is fed lies! I'm not evil, and Clearsight was supposed to help me make sure I never become evil. But now, she's captured, and I feel like I'm already like my moon-forsaken father."
Indigo just flicked her tail, and sighed. "I'll get that paper and ink for you. Pearl would recognize my handwriting if she reads it, so you have to write it. To her, you're the NightWing animus he was sent to subdue and convince to never use magic." She said. She walked out of the cave, surrounded by the growing light of morning. "And when I come back, I guess I'll stay with you. We can write the letter tomorrow."
"Okay…thanks, I guess." Darkstalker replied. When Indigo left, Darkstalker wondered if he could somehow sneak Clearsight a letter. He tried to see if his foresight would help any, but it wasn't as strong as Clearsight's. He could only see a few days ahead, and less timelines, but no way to send Clearsight a letter. In a few, though, he saw Fathom returned soon before the queen releases Clearsight, but something wasn't right about her… Darkstalker couldn't tell what, though.
He tried to find one of the futures with his dragonets, but although some futures did reach there, there were no small, smiling faces. Just death and a dark rule on the throne as king, a tapestry of Fathom, Darkstalker, and Clearsight behind the throne. By the way it looked, Darkstalker could guess that Whiteout made it. She normally painted, yes, but there was an undeniable sense of peace in the image that the dragon sitting on the throne couldn't match.
In most futures, Darkstalker saw Fathom, who ended up being a sort of duke or something. But he didn't see Clearsight. He even saw Indigo, a loyal guard who stuck out amongst the black NightWings. In some futures, everyone seemed happy. But Darkstalker could tell that the guards were scared of him, every dragon who entered the throne room didn't leave without a scar.
He pulled himself out of his pondering. He wasn't going to let it happen. He would move to a secluded island if that stopped him from becoming evil and displeasing Clearsight. He knew that she had nightmares, even before they had met, about his dark reign as king. He didn't want to upset her; she had already done so much for him.
There wasn't really a choice, though. She had been right—Darkstalker was the only one who could stop himself. He was completely sure on how he should do that, but he decided that it was getting too late. He curled up into a more comfortable position and closed his eyes. He knew that he wouldn't sleep well, but he also knew he couldn't help anyone if he wasn't well-rested.