~Darkstalker
Darkstalker laid by Clearsight's cold, unmoving, dead body. He didn't want to move, but he knew he should. He already missed the way she worried, her voice, the look on her face whenever she was looking into the future. It was all gone now. Nothing would be the same.
Darkstalker was glad that Fathom nor Indigo suggested a break in his mourning. He guessed it made sense—they had witnessed a massacre, for moons sake.
Finally, Darkstalker rose. "I'm sorry you two had to witness another death of someone you cared for." He said to Fathom and Indigo. "And I promise I'll actually hold a small funeral for her later, but for now, can you help me bury her somewhere? Or at least move her body. If you don't want to, then you can tell Listener and her parents the news."
"I'll help you." Indio said. She looked at Fathom. "Fathom, you go break the news to her old friends and family."
"I think I'd be able to handle moving a dead body better than telling dragons that their friend-slash-daughter died." Fathom replied.
Indigo sighed. "Eventually, you'll have to repay me for flying so much." She muttered. She walked out of the cave and started flying.
"Thank you for helping." Darkstalker said.
"It's fine." Fathom said, nodding. "It just seems right, to help you bury her, rather than making Indigo do it and tell other dragons she's dead. I think by now, I can handle dead dragons. Just…not bloody massacres and the look on other dragon's faces when they hear someone they loved is dead."
"Okay." Darkstalker said. He started trying to move Clearsight's limp body, with Fathom helping.
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By the time Indigo came back, they had managed to move Clearsight's body to a more hidden place. Indigo brought them candles, Darkstalker lit them, and then all sat there for a little while. The candles seemed to illuminate everything Darkstalker had loved about Clearsight—which was everything, really. They started walking back as the light began to grow, Darkstalker leading them. When they entered the cave, Indigo did her normal "I'll stand guard" thing, leaving Fathom and Darkstalker alone.
"I wish there was a way to go back." Darkstalker said. "If I could've had at least one more moment with Clearsight…"
"There was nothing you could do." Fathom replied. "If there was something, you would've done it." He paused. "During the massacre, I used my magic twice. I killed my grandfather, and…I healed Indigo. If I hadn't done either of those, then probably everyone in Pyrrhia would be dead by now. I know that you aren't a monster, Darkstalker. You're a hero—in your own way."
"But I'm also the villain." Darkstalker said. "A hero doesn't let their soulmate die by something they enchanted. A hero doesn't leave his sister to wait another day before hatching, making it so then he was the only thrice-moon born dragonet. A hero doesn't almost kill his father, the queen, and everyone related to them."
"Darkstalker, you need to stop thinking like that. You're not the villain, at least not yet."
"Now you're starting to sound like Clearsight."
"It's because I'm not going to lose you, Darkstalker. I will be Clearsight if I have to. I just don't think I can handle one more lost person, one more dead friend."
"Then leave, Fathom. There's no reason for you to stay. I will be king and I will be evil. Go back to the Kingdom of Sea and live a normal life. Away from me."
"Even if it meant seeing my sister, even if it meant going home, I'm never going back to the Kingdom of Sea. I'll still only be seen as a monster. I won't have Indigo to talk to. I'd have to readjust to being a prince. I can't do that. I'd rather stay here and possibly die."
Darkstalker flicked his tail. "I think you're insane, then." He said. He walked over to where Clearsight had slept. He thought of some way that he could make this better. He looked over at a rock, and thought of something. "Hey, what are the rules of animus magic?" He asked.
"Uh… You can't bring dragons back from the dead. If you use it too much, you'll go evil." Fathom replied. "Other than that, it's practically limitless. Why do you ask?"
"I just had an idea." Darkstalker said. He picked up a rock. "It might not work. Don't mock me if it doesn't." He walked back to Fathom, with the rock in his talons. "I enchant this rock so then when I say 'send me back,' it reverses time to a little bit before I had the vision that started this whole mess, and so then the vision never came." He waited a few seconds, then said, "Send me back."
For a little while, it didn't work. But then Darkstalker saw everything that had happened over the past few weeks, then forgot them. He was sent back in front of his father.
Arctic sat on the stage.
"Cut out your tongue!" Darkstalker commanded. He watched in twisted pleasure as Arctic cut off his tongue with fear in his eyes, blue IceWing blood spilling on the stage. This is what was meant to happen. This was the right path. He heard the crowd gasp and heard their worried thoughts. He would be king. There was no denying it now.
Find out how it unfolds cannon-wise in Wings Of Fire: Legends: Darkstalker