A/N: I still do the song things, yeah. It wasn't like it was a legit contest, it was just something fun to prompt people to do. Those two songs were really cool, I liked both of them! I've always liked Deer in the Headlights, except I prefer it in its Nightcore version. If you haven't seen that, you should. It's a lot faster and a lot better to dance to when you're all alone at home… o-o (It's also the theme song to Warm Bodies, if anybody remembered my rant from a few chapters before about that….just saying…)

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The forest was pretty much quiet, at least as quiet as it gets on Berk. The small rumbling of the work in the village drifted through the air, reaching the dragons' ears where they sat in a small circle. But there were no noises to signal anybody else was there in the forest, most likely everybody making their work centered around the island and their homes. That just left the dragons to prowl through the undergrowth, ears perked for any indication that there were more people in the woods around them. They had stalked through the woods a long time, whispering to one another and keeping as low a profile as they could, even though they knew that they were alone. But they had stopped when they figured they had gone far enough as to not have been spotted, settling down in a small circle and waiting.

They talked a little bit, but mostly, the air was thick with tension and awkwardness. Everyone in the little clearing knew that it would eventually come to an end. They couldn't stay here, that much was for certain. At least not now. And yet the question went unaddressed for a long while, the three managing to make small talk without bringing it up. Small mummers of thanks, grateful looks, relief shining in their eyes. They had made it out of the battle alive, without too many wounds, thank the gods. But the hard part seemed to only just begin.

The part where they were eventually going to have to say goodbye.

Shadowclaw was first to finally bring out the truth of the matter. Shuffling his paws, the Night Fury looked up, suddenly very focused on the sky above, which was mostly shrouded out by clouds. The other two in the group followed his gaze, but there was nothing there to look at, it seemed. But Shadowclaw was staring off into space, as if he could see something they couldn't. Without even blinking, he started speaking, voice tinged with a small hint of sadness. "So are you going to go back to the others?" He asked, tone of voice suddenly much smaller than normal. "They're going to need you now more than ever if they're going to build themselves back up again. Both of you."

Leafdapple blinked, as if startled by the question. Shadowclaw's mother nodded slowly, as if she were just going to voice those same thoughts. But she seemed slightly upset at this as well, which was understandable. She stared at Shadowclaw desperately, as if silently willing him to look over at her, to meet her eyes. And whether Shadowclaw knew this fact or not, he kept his eyes trained fixedly on the stars overhead. Leafdapple piped up where she sat, voice more subdued than before. "They need you too." She pressed, the male turning and staring at her oddly. "Whether they know it or not. You freed them from Nightflight, after all. I'm sure they would welcome you with open wings."

The statement sounded too optimistic.

Shadowclaw opened his mouth to reply to her, when his mother stepped forward, eyes clashing with his own as she forced her eyes to meet his own. "Please come back with us." She pressed, voice strained. Shadowclaw blinked rapidly, caught off-guard by the sudden intensity in her voice. The female was suddenly desperate, as if she had bottled up what she was feeling and at this statement, it suddenly just burst out of her. She paused a moment before adding, "Please come back with ME. We can make sure that you'll be welcomed, you'll have…" Her eyes grew sad as she took in the dragon that used to be no bigger than her paw. He was so big now. She was amazed she even recognized him. "…a great future…" She murmured, trailing off.

His ears flicked down to his head, and he snuck a glance over at Leafdapple, as if pleading for help in this situation. But the Night Fury stared back at him, almost as desperate. In his hare-brained scheme of trying to find help for Berk by going back to Nightflight…he never imagined he would have made a friend. He wasn't even aware they were friends. But here she was now, looking at him with emerald-green eyes, silently willing him to come back. She didn't want him to leave. But did he want her to leave either? The thought made him stop a moment, silenced.

But then he shook himself roughly.

"I can't leave Berk!" He objected, a little too shrilly. Wincing away a moment, he steeled himself before going on, drawing himself up quickly. "Berk needs me just as much as the Pack does, maybe even more now that the Pack nearly destroyed it." Leafdapple's ears twitched at this, the dragon growing uncomfortable at the statement, however true it was. "I treasure everything in and about Berk, and everybody on it. They're my family now. I've made friends, I've created bonds, I've…." He trailed off, blinking slowly a moment before sighing softly. "I could never leave now. Not ever."

"Surely you don't mean that?!" His mother pressed, eyes widening. "You've got something here that is held over family?"

Shadowclaw shook his head at her, seeming almost offended by this notion. His eyes flashed at her words, looking over at her with new eyes. She was tall, much taller than him, and slender. Her wings were tucked neatly to her sides, and her eyes were beautiful. Hypnotizing, if you will. But totally different from Nightflight's own eyes. It was a different kind of hypnotizing. You couldn't look away from them. Swirls of vibrant colors were mixed into her large orbs. Light greens, yellows, and even a small shade of purple. They looked panicked now, but they looked like they could have been filled with a soft smile before. They looked like they could be so kind. And yet Shadowclaw couldn't remember. He couldn't grasp it.

He couldn't remember much about the cave. His memories were muffled, he wasn't sure when dreams met with reality back then. His memories were sharp from the moment he had first seen Toothless come back into the cave beside Nightflight. But he supposed that was when his life first started to get actually interesting. He could vaguely remember the first time he had played with Nightflight, how the dragon had taught him to fly. He remembered practicing at the task, getting better and better with his skill of flight until he could beat any of his siblings at a race. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get a specific memory of his mother, a really good one. It was all just starry nights, sleeping beside her. That was mostly it. It was all he could come up with, really. He was so young before then, he couldn't grasp the thoughts.

He closed his eyes a moment, willing his brain to work in overdrive. Show me that I'm not making a huge mistake. He prayed silently, willing himself on desperately. Didn't I have good times at the cave? Didn't I have good memories of my mother? Of my life there? And did I even ever notice Leafdapple before now? Did I play with her? Nothing really happened. He gave a small mental sigh. Please. I must have had some good times with my mother!

Memories rushed by him, but they certainly weren't the ones he was searching for. Him playing with Nightflight, laughing shrilly as he tried to pin her tail to the ground. Dashing away from Toothless, the dragon's voice making him giggle loudly as it echoed off of the cave walls. The way he had flown all the way after Toothless, trying to keep up as best he could. Him running through the snow, Ludi bounding after him, able to match him stride for stride despite her puny size compared to his own. The nights by the fire when he sat his head down into Hiccup's lap, beaming up at Toothless childishly. The way that Hiccup could always find time to entertain him no matter what was happening. Mistyeyes giggling softly as she shoved a shower of snow over sharply, causing the white flakes to rush down in a torrent on the dragon. They were all so real, like he could reach out and touch each one. But he opened his eyes once more and they vanished, leaving him to stare over at Leafdapple and his mother, who both looked a little miffed at his lack of attention.

"No." He said, looking back in the direction of Berk. "Family is much more than what you think it is." He mumbled, eyes seeking through the trees and branches, the dragon envisioning the village as if it were right in front of him. "Family isn't something you were born into, it isn't something that you're supposed to stick to." He looked back at both of them, giving a small nod. "You find your own family. You create it. And I think I've found mine. I can't just leave it now."

The certainty in his voice must have reached them. Leafdapple looked a him a little admiringly, a little sad at his words. She opened her mouth to say something, but then snapped it shut, looking away. His mother jerked, as if slapped across the face by his words. But he forced himself not to look guilty at this. He had nothing to feel guilty about. He had made up his mind, there was no going back. He had chosen his path and he was determined to stick to it closely. He'd never stray again.

Leafdapple found her voice finally, looking at him with much more sadness than Shadowclaw had expected from her, given that he had only known her for a few days. And most of that time was spent fighting. "So…this is it then." She said, Shadowclaw not sure at all whether it was a question or not. The female blinked slowly before muttering almost to herself, "I wish that I had gotten to know you better. Maybe we could have been good friends."

Before the male could stop himself, he blurted out his thoughts, "Of course we're good friends." Leafdapple started, eyeing the Night Fury as he went on in a rush. "We've been through a lot together, even if it hasn't been for a long time. And I'm sure that one day you'll be able to come back and stay. When things calm down." He paused awkwardly, heat rushing through him as he looked away roughly. "That is, if you want to." He mumbled under his breath.

Leafdapple blinked, interest sparking lift into her eyes. She made a move almost to go forward, but stiffened, bringing her foot back to herself almost at once. "Maybe." She said, voice sounding almost wistful. She tilted her head to the side, lost in thought for a moment. But then she grinned, doing the best she could to reflect Shadowclaw's own smile she had seen a few times. "So much fuss about a small little island. I think I'd like to come and see what everybody has been ranting about. Might be fun." She gave a small nod, but didn't go forward again. "But that's for later." She said firmly. "I belong with dragons. Not humans. Even though they both live together here. I'm staying where I am for right now."

Shadowclaw looked over at his mother. The dragoness looked hurt beyond measure, a small slice of pain going through Shadowclaw at her wounded expression. She did not reply to his own words, only looking at him as if she had never seen him before in her life. And that was partly true. He was so much bigger now, so much more mature. He came up to Toothless's shoulder now, he could fly on his own without so much as a second thought. He could fly with anybody just as easily as if he had flown his whole life, twisting and turning in the air like he was floating through water. Every one of those things he had learned from his new family. The little immature youngling that was before wasn't even close to being apart of him now, he knew that. He had grown up in a cloud of other dragons, not standing out at all. He had been nursed on tales of terror from the humans, tales of woe and strife.

But he had left for a reason. He had torn himself away from that life. Maybe these two could do the same one day. Come to Berk and see the truth behind everything they were taught. But that wasn't today, obviously. He dipped his head to the two, opening his mouth to say something. But there was rustling in the bushes, Shadowclaw stiffening at once. He whipped his head up, eyes widening at the sound of human voices coming closer. There were people coming.

Whirling around rapidly, Shadowclaw urged them urgently with his paw, nudging them forward roughly. "You gotta get out of here!" He whispered urgently, not daring to raise his voice above a whisper. "The others are coming, you gotta leave now, otherwise we have no idea what'll happen!" It was obvious that the two did not want to leave at all. They wanted to stay. And yet they didn't at the same time. Shadowclaw drew back rapidly, waiting almost impatiently for them to leave. The humans were getting closer, he could hear their footsteps slowly getting louder and closer to where they were. If they saw Night Furies still here…

His mother paced forward until they were almost nose-to-nose. The female's eyes were suddenly soft, and she rushed forward, pushing her forehead tightly against Shadowclaw's own. The action was surprising, but Shadowclaw felt a trill of warmth from the movement. She drew back quickly, blinking once as she patted his foot with her own. "I'm so proud." She said, voice soft as her expression. Shadowclaw smiled at her words, tail curling. "Just remember that." And without another word, she turned, letting her tail linger on Shadowclaw's own a moment before she whisked herself into the sky, coming to a hover in the air as she turned, waiting for Leafdapple.

The Night Fury hesitated a moment, casting a look back over at Shadowclaw. Almost like regret. Shadowclaw smiled and nodded to her, half-encouraging, half in understanding. She grinned, and the male hoped that she wouldn't forget how to smile. She was already good at it. But before he could voice his thoughts, the dragon turned, shooting into the sky after his mother. The two turned-tail, not looking back again as they shot up into the clouds, disappearing from Shadowclaw's view.

They were gone.

The male sat on the edge of the island, sadness forming a bubbling pit in his stomach as he stared at the spot that they had vanished.

He'd never had his heart broken before.

It hurt.

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Toothless waited.

And waited.

And then waited some more.

His green eyes were filled with tension, anxiousness as he scanned the sky with a frantic sense of panic. His wings flitted at his sides, he even managed to get himself a few feet off the ground before stumbling and landing back on the ground. He glared daggers at his tail, cursing his handicap with as much venom as he could manage to fit into his thoughts. Which was a lot. The thought of him being unable to go after Hiccup was enough to make him explode in fury. He knew a hundred percent that it was Hiccup out there, Toothless would recognize his voice anywhere. He could pick the voice out of a million other's, he could find Hiccup in a crowd as big as the entire universe. And yet he couldn't go and save him from this. He was grounded.

He flattened his ears to his head, rolling his eyes crossly to himself as he looked away, dejected. There was a small patter of footsteps, Toothless straightening as he turned to look at whoever was approaching him. It was Astrid and Stormfly. The Nadder was limping as she walked, more or less stumbling. Astrid's face was pinched with strain, the girl probably holding up most of her dragon. Toothless dashed forward, propping himself up against Stormfly's other side and steadying her. The Nadder glanced over at him, smiling. "I want to lay down here." She stated firmly. Toothless blinked with confusion, -what was different over here than other there?- but he nodded. The dragon eased her down, laying down beside her to keep her from toppling over. Astrid blinked, wringing her hands together a moment before sitting down beside her dragon, looking at her worriedly. She stroked the dragon's scaled anxiously, biting her lower lip as she watched over her.

Toothless blinked, looking down at his own paws. "Sorry." He said, catching the Nadder's attention. "For not helping you in time, I mean." He turned, gaze sliding over to the dragon's wings, shredded and mangled. It looked like somebody had taken a million sharp rocks and aimed for her wings. The Nadder twisted around, trying to unfold her wings from her sides with a pained grimace. But she only managed to give them a small twitch, the holes and gashes in her wings waving painfully as she did so. The sight made her close her eyes and turn, looking weighted down all of a sudden.

But she shook her head. "It's fine." She said smoothly. "As long as Astrid doesn't get a new dragon." Her words took on a new kind of worry, the Nadder turning to look at Astrid with a slightly fearful look. Toothless twitched his ears, following her gaze. He hadn't even tried to think of Astrid. Would she get a new dragon? After all, what was the point of one that couldn't fly? But Toothless shook his head roughly. He was being stupid. He hadn't been able to fly in the first place! And Hiccup took great care of him. Astrid would surely do the same.

The girl wasn't able to hear them like Hiccup could, she mistook their odd looks. She straightened, leaning over and rapidly going over Stormfly's body, anxiously look for something that had gone wrong. The Nadder watched, a slightly guilty look on her face. Toothless shook his head easily. "She wouldn't do anything like that." He assured her. "You and Astrid were made for each other." He twisted around, swinging his tail forward and showing off his lack of half his tailfin. The Nadder studied it a moment, as if going over what must have happened. She looked over at the Night Fury, looking confused. He shrugged, grinning. "I don't care if I can't fly. I could go without feeling the wind in my scales for my whole life, if I could just have Hiccup back." His voice turned slightly sad, he turned and looking over to where Mistyeyes had vanished a long time ago. "Hiccup is the other half of my tail fin. It's just that simple."

The Nadder twitched a moment, fumbling. "I'm sure he's fine."

Toothless simply nodded. "I hope so."

"Toothless?" The dragon straightened at his name, turning and watching as Astrid pushed herself up to her feet, coming forward and stopping right in front of him. She clasped her hands behind her back as she studied the Night Fury, blue eyes sad and a little bit guilty, just like her dragon's. "I'm sorry." She finally said, turning and sitting down beside the Night Fury's head. Toothless blinked, casting a glance over at Stormfly, but the Nadder look just as confused. "I never really did completely forgive you about…about Hiccup." Her voice broke slightly at the name, and she looked away a moment, observing the rebuilding of the Black Smith's. It was nearly finished. "But I realized how wrong I was. You fought just as hard as any dragon against the others, maybe even a little harder." She smiled, reaching over and placing her hands softly against Toothless's nose. The dragon purred at this, giving his signature smile as he leaned into the touch.

At least one thing good seemed to be coming out of all this.

But suddenly there was a loud explosion, shaking the island and making Toothless stiffen at once. The Night Fury dashed forward at once, shoving Astrid a little too roughly behind him, standing in front of her and the Nadder protectively. Ripples of purple shattered over the cloudy island, a Night Fury no doubt. Toothless narrowed his eyes, crouching low to the ground as a feral snarl ripped through his throat. The other Vikings stopped their work altogether, dragons rushing forward to stand behind Toothless, forming ranks. They looked pretty fierce, and yet the dismayed looks on the Vikings' faces was enough to show the truth. If this was going to start all over, they wouldn't stand a chance.

Stoick rushed forward first, drawing his sword and standing bravely up beside Toothless. The beating of wings made itself apparent, the whole island was silent, listening to it get closer and closer. Children buried their faces in their mother's skirts, men slowly took on a look of fury and anger, fists clenching at their sides. Even if they couldn't win, the island would go down fighting, that much was for certain. After all, Vikings have always had a real stubbornness problem.

But it wasn't a fleet of dragons. It was only one. A gray shape barreled out of the clouds, swooping down quickly to the island, trying to land. Toothless's eyes widened, he pushed roughly past the chief (which was a little rude) and dashed up to the very edge of the island. His eyes gleamed hungrily as he tried to read her expression. Was she happy? Triumphant? Sad? Ashamed? Did she find Hiccup? But her face was a mask, unreadable and blank. She shot down towards Berk, landing in a skid right beside Toothless. She looked tired and worn, overstressed as she gasped for air. But she met Toothless eyes and managed to give him a smile, a small nod. She turned, and Toothless's heart rocketed straight up, clogging itself deep into his throat. It was Hiccup. He was strung across Mistyeyes's back, Ludi clinging tightly to him, looking scared but alive. Toothless frowned as he took in Hiccup's state, happiness quickly evaporating into worry. "What happened?" He asked, looking over at Mistyeyes with disbelief.

Blue eyes were weighted, sad. She looked mournful, like she had lost something very close to her. And when she met Toothless's eyes, her sadness only grew. Toothless blinked with surprise. Did she think she lost him? Why? "It's too long a story." She mumbled, ducking her head and looking away. "You'd better wait for Hiccup to tell you, I don't even know what's going on myself." Toothless blinked, worried look only deepening. …What?

He opened his mouth to ask something else, but Stoick rushed forward, shouldering Toothless as he looked down at his son. Toothless stumbled backwards, about to get angry at the movement. But then he sighed, figuring that it was probably coming to him. He'd done the same thing to him. But his heart broke as the distance between him and Hiccup got bigger and bigger. Astrid pushed forward, only distancing them further. But he had so many questions! Was he okay? Was he alive? Was he going to be alright? What were his injuries? How many injuries were there in total? His paws kneaded the ground anxiously as he tried to peer over the small crowd forming in front of him. He'd been the one to hear Hiccup in the first place! Frustration welled up inside of him, and he finally turned in a huff, glaring at the ground as if it were it's fault.

"Son?" Stoick asked, reaching over and putting a hand on Hiccup's shoulder, shaking it a little rougher than needed.

At once, Hiccup let out a shrill scream as his father touched his bad shoulder, jerking away as hard as he could to try and escape the fire that the touch had ignited. He fell off of Mistyeyes, letting out another scream as he twisted down, slamming into the ground painfully. The Night Fury blinked, dancing on her paws as she tried to stop from stepping on him. Stoick stiffened, turning and going over to kneel down beside his son, a panicked look on his face as he tried to find a way to hold him without hurting him. Wounds were all over him, there was really no way to do that.

"What's your probl-" He turned over, looking over and locking eyes with his dad. He blinked, eyes widening considerably. But they were sleepy, glazed over. Stoick wondered if he was even awake consciously yet. Hiccup blinked, looking like he had just been hit over the head with a surprise attack. "…Dad?" He asked. His father nodded, still looking unsure what to do. He tried to find a way where he could pick Hiccup up, but wounds seemed to be everywhere. There wasn't anywhere he could touch him without hurting him, it looked like. But Hiccup was rambling by now. "Dad, is that really you?" He asked, voice choking as tears beaded in his eyes. Stoick stiffened at this, eyes widening.

Hiccup reached over shakily, touching his dad's arm as if to make sure that he was real. "You're not dead." He said, voice raising somewhat, and cracking. He looked over, catching sight of everybody else around them. He managed to miraculously sit upright, so quick that it made Stoick jump with surprise. The boy looked to each and every one, clouded eyes widening as he smiled. "Everybody's here!" He said, words bunching together sloppily. "Nobody is…" He trailed off, blinking as his smile faded. He locked eyes with Astrid, the blonde stiffening at once. She bit her lower lip, hands wringing together. "Astrid…" Hiccup's half-awake state was getting slower, he was falling asleep again. The Elder pushed her way into the crowd, already holding the healing herbs that she had managed to scavenge. It didn't look enough.

Hiccup reached over, as if he wanted to get closer to her. "Astrid, I'm so sorry…." His eyes drooped, he started to slacken back. "I'm…" He trailed off, eyes closing in on themselves as he fell backwards. Stoick reached out, catching him as gently as he could. But Hiccup fell unconscious again, he wasn't awake to complain about it. The Elder immediately took Hiccup, laying him down on the ground and starting to examine him closely. She was mumbling to herself, eyes narrowed as she traced her hand across the boy, feeling for internal injuries.

She started to list all of them to herself, eyeing her small heap of herbs almost angrily. "Arm is infected…leg nearly broken…maybe some rib injuries…wounds that could be infected…" Mistyeyes shut her eyes, turning abruptly and making her way out of the crowd. Stoick blinked, reaching over and putting his hand on her shoulder. The Night Fury turned, blinking rapidly with surprise. The Chief nodded to her. "Thank you." He said fervently, Mistyeyes stiffening with shock. "For everything."

She nodded awkwardly, turning and hunching her shoulders before bounding away. Toothless blinked, casting a glance back at Hiccup once before turning and following her. "Hey." He panted when they had gotten far enough away. Mistyeyes hesitated a moment before turning, a small frown on her face, ears flicked down to her head. "Hey, what's the matter?" He asked, tilting his head. She didn't reply, blue eyes weighted down with the same sense of weird loss. "…Will you tell me?" He asked.

But Mistyeyes didn't reply. She just stepped forward, pushing herself closer to Toothless and pushing her head underneath Toothless's own. She closed her eyes tightly, as if savoring every single moment she could, as if she were running out of time. Toothless thought of pulling away, but shoving the thought away at once. He pressed against her comfortingly, not saying anything, and waiting for her to. She finally mumbled out something. "Everything is going to change now, isn't it?" She murmured softly. "It will never be the same. Not ever."

Toothless wasn't sure what to say, so he kept his mouth shut. He only gave Mistyeyes the comfort she needed for whatever was bothering her. She looked like she was put through a lot. She looked like she was holding something back. And whatever it was, it had to be something terrible. "No it wont, why would it?" Toothless asked, craning his neck awkwardly to be able to look down at her. The Gray Night Fury didn't say anything, only staring down at the ground silently.

But then she shook herself, tearing herself away from Toothless and drawing herself up. Her face became expressionless once more, and she turned stiffly, back facing the male. "The Elder is going to need more herbs." She said thinly. Toothless blinked, ears flattening to his head at the crisp tone. It was the tone of voice that he never liked hearing her use. But he guessed that he had deserved it, really. He felt a surge of guilt as he thought of the way he had treated Mistyeyes during the battle. She could have been another enemy for all Toothless gave her.

"Hey, Mistyeyes." He said, cutting the dragon off as she started to walk away. The dragon perked her ears, turning around with a small blink of her eyes. He shuffled his paws, looking embarrassed "I'm sorry. For everything." How many times had he apologized to this dragon? It felt like a million. "I wasn't acting like myself back there, I wasn't much help. And...yes. I prefer you over Nightflight." He blinked, swallowing uncomfortable a moment. "I...kinda always have."

Mistyeyes stiffened at this confession, eyes widening. But she didn't seem all that thrilled to hear him say that. Anxiously, she mumbled a reply. "Are you sure about that? You won't...change your mind soon?" Her blue eyes flashed with sorrow as she said this, but Toothless was lost. If there was meaning behind her words, it was lost on him. He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side as if to emphasize his confusion. Mistyeyes jerked, shaking her head roughly back and forth as she turned back around, shoulders hunching. "Forget I said anything." She said. "Talk to me again in a couple of days."

"...What?" Weren't people supposed to be happy when something like this happened? "Mistyeyes, what're you-"

"Do you want to help Hiccup or not?" She said, turning and shooting a look back at him that could have melted him to the bone. If he had not been fire-proof of course. He blinked rapidly, why too startled to even try and reply to her. She shook her head once more, sighing softly. She suddenly looked tired once more, worn-out from the battle and everything else that had happened before now. "Let's just...let's just go." She huffed, turning and starting back into the woods.

Toothless's ears flicked. He opened his mouth to call out to her, to try and get her back here so he could try and get some actual sense out of her. But he thought better of it. It would probably only make things worse. He sighed, hoisting himself to his feet and charging after her, having to run to catch up. Mistyeyes refused to even look at him the whole way into the forest, only speaking to him as instructions for which plants to pick and what they would do. But Toothless wasn't thinking about the herbs at all.

His heart (and pride) stung with his supposed-rejection, he wasn't sure at all how he should feel about what Mistyeyes had just told him.

What did she mean, talk to me in a few days?

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A/N: Fixed bad ending~! WOOT~!

Gotta go!

(PS: MISTYEYES IS SAD ABOUT NIGHTFLIGHT) case yall didn't get meh drift. ;)

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