~Clearsight
A week passed with nothing eventful happening. While Clearsight felt and—according to Darkstalker and Fathom—looked worse by the day, she tried to hide it for everyone's sake. On the day she was set to die, Darkstalker, Fathom, and Indigo where there.
Clearsight was laying down on the most comfortable place in the cave, near the edge where there was more rocks than sand. Her head felt fuzzy, her body felt like rocks, and she felt a little guilty. She was worrying everyone else by simply being there. Not like being dead would be any better.
Darkstalker and Fathom were trying to figure out if they could somehow prevent Clearsight's death, which had been the famous topic of conversation for days. Indigo did her normal job and waited by the door, ready to fling in that occasional comment that meant nothing whatsoever.
"Magic won't work, and I doubt that normal medicine would either." Fathom said to Darkstalker. They weren't that far away from Clearsight; both of them had their eyes on her. "You made it so then nothing would heal it."
"Yes, but… There should be some way to stop this." Darkstalker replied. "There has to be. Maybe the RainWings have some sort of potion that would work."
"By the time one of us flies there—moons, even if me or Indigo swims there—it might be too late." Fathom argued. "And that's assuming that the RainWings wouldn't want us to go on some wild goose chase first. There's no time to save her. All we can do…is watch."
"Watch as Clearsight dies and do nothing to stop it?" Darkstalker said. "You're suggesting that I just stand here and WATCH as SHE DIES for something I DID. Which is exactly what moon-forsaking Vigilance wants!"
"Darkstalker…calm down." Clearsight said. Her voice sounded weak and quiet, but that was what made Darkstalker walk closer and sit by her.
"I'm so sorry, my love." Darkstalker replied softly. "For everything. You're going to die for my crimes, which you lived to prevent. I've wasted everyone's time. You could've lived to be hundreds of years old. We could've grown up and raised our own dragonets. But we never will."
Fathom walked closer. "It may be a silly and stupid thing to admit, but Darkstalker, if you had never 'wasted' anyone's time, I would never have left the Kingdom of Sea." He admitted. "I would've never got to know you or Clearsight, or be able to talk to Indigo. I would still be living in a castle that gave me nightmares, or underwater where everyone swam away when I came. Or, moons, I could be dead." He sat on Clearsight's other side, and she managed to sit up.
Clearsight saw something. A future where Fathom and Darkstalker were talking, and her body had been buried. It wasn't very far away. After that, she saw nothing. She knew by now that it didn't mean she was dead—it meant that there wasn't a future. It would be concerning, if she didn't feel that it was the best future. Something about it…it just seemed like the best thing that could happen. It wasn't very likely, though—the futures where Darkstalker had the crown on his head still stood true. But Clearsight hoped—although hope was a silly thing at this point—that the future she saw would be the one that would happen. Something deep inside of her believed it was.
Clearsight looked at Darkstalker and Fathom. "I guess since we're sharing final words, I can say some thing." She said. "Thank you both. For everything. I used to be woken up by a nightmare about Darkstalker, but now I can easily see that the most likely paths are the brighter ones. Fathom, you're my closest friend and always will be. In most futures, you're the duke, and live in the castles with Darkstalker. Darkstalker…my love…you're the dragon who's given me nightmares, daydreams, and a future. In most futures you're king, but you'll always regret what you did to get there."
"I wish this wasn't out final goodbye." Darkstalker said. "The world would mean nothing if Vigilance were to get her talons on Fathom, too."
"Luckily for you, she's smart enough to not mess with SeaWing royalty." Clearsight replied. "When I wrote in the scrolls for her, I mentioned how there could be a possible war against SeaWings and IceWings. I said that if she had a good relationship with the SeaWings, the war is less likely to happen. And even though Fathom isn't the most loved royal family member—no offense—he is a royalty member nonetheless."
Fathom shrugged at her last comment. "I'm used to it." He said.
Clearsight coughed, and felt a little bit more dizzy. She slowly laid herself back down again.
"Clearsight?" Darkstalker asked. "Are you all right?"
Clearsight shook her head. This was it. She could feel her heart beating slower, her breaths getting more shallow. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Indigo walking over.
"Is she dying?" Indigo said. No one answered her.
The world got darker, blurrier, like she was being submerged in water, dulling her senses. She took one last shuddering breath, and closed her eyes.