On with the story.

(Galactic's POV)

Snuggled in next to Waterfall, I watched the movie she chose for us. It wasn't one of those gushy romance movies, but move of a violent, destructive type of movie. I rested my head on top of hers, and she didn't mind, for the time being. Soon, she started to move, and I retracted my neck, giving her the freedom to do so.

"I wish everyday could be like this," Waterfall murmured. I looked down to see the smile on her snout. `

"Me, too," I responded, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She snuggled in closer to me, her body rubbing into mine. I covered her with my wing, and we continued to watch the gory movie. "I didn't know you had this movie in mind."

"I'm not surprised," she responded sarcastically. "No male would."

"No! Not like the genre, but more of how violent it is." She laughed at would probably be my panicked facial expression.

"I'm kidding, it's just I'm not surprised you agreed to watch."

"If it means spending more time with you, I will watch any movie." I began to plant multiple, soft kisses on her cheek and neck. She giggled, trying to stop me playfully as I continued my little attack.

"Okay! Okay! I get it," she responded, laughing. She turned around, and we connected snouts. It was long and passionate, but was interrupted by a phone call. We separated, disappointed that it couldn't have gone longer.

"Aw, man," I groaned, giving Waterfall one final kiss on the cheek before picking it up. "This better be good, Freakwave."

"It depends on what you think of it," Freakwave replied. "The car Clay was driving was blown up by a bomb device."

"What!? Is he okay?" I glanced over to Waterfall, who perked up at the panic in my voice.

"Oh, Clay is fine, but-um," the SeaWing Prince paused, "the car he was driving was Silt's." I raised an eyebrow, which Waterfall caught; she seems to catch everything I do.

"Him? Are you sure?" I growled through the phone, and my girlfriend seemed to become more concerned.

"Yes, and Clay has a note for you. It's from Silt, but I think you should be the first one to read it."

"Fine," I sighed, thinking of leaving the moment of euphoria I was in with Waterfall. "I'll be there in a few minutes." I hung up and set the phone back down.

"What was that all about?" The SeaWing Princess demanded.

"Apparently Silt's car exploded intentionally, but Clay was driving it, alone," I explained truthfully. Her eyes widened briefly. "He's okay, but Silt left a note for me, and only me. I told them I was going there now."

"I'm coming with," Waterfall stated, making it finalized. I nodded in relief; I could use backup if I needed it. I grabbed my car keys and made my way out of the building, Waterfall next to me the entire way. I wrapped a wing over her, and she leaned in to place her head on my shoulder.

"Were in this together," I spoke to her in a low voice.

"I know we are."

(* * *)

"So this is it?" I asked at the table of the college food court. Clay, Freakwave, and Celsius sat across from me while Qibli and Waterfall sat on either side. I looked at the note Clay handed me, and unfolded it.

Galactic

I know what I did to you was wrong, and I know what I did at the party (or tried to do) was wrong. I know there is no excuse for my actions, but I need to talk to you.

You know the dead IceWing at the warehouse? That was not me, no matter how much you believe it. You may think the framing to make you look like you did it was because of me. They made you want to think it, but from now on, we are on the same side.

I also know your big secret, ever since I ever started to pick on you. I told no one because I respected what you did for what you did. Through this, you can make the continent acknowledge this new rising evil.

This evil is a cult out for blood. Their leader has been around for thousands of years, and your ancestors are what stopped them. He wants to kill you for what your ancestors did, and to also silence his weakness and how to abuse it. He also wants to kill your little brother, and your parents. Your parents are safe, until this cult gains too much power.

It may seem I'm making this up, but I am a messanger for the Talons of Peace: an organization that have been monitoring this cult for years, and they are starting to make themselves known.

I ask you to meet me at the coordinates below. Do no type this on the internet, or they will find out and kill us all. I have already spoken with your little brother about this; he is on board.

Also, keep the ones you love out of this. If they get too involved, then you could lose them forever. I've already lost my brother to this cult, I don't want it to happen to someone else.

I don't want revenge, I just want to make things right.

N95, W130

I placed the note upside down on the table. Taking a deep breathe, I shakily looked at the SeaWing across from me. "Did you read it?"

"No," Freakwave said bluntly, eating another fry from his meal. "I have a feeling whatever business he wants is personal to you, and only you."

"We're in this together," Waterfall countered. "We go anywhere no matter what, right Galactic?"

"Yeah," I murmured, and I was lucky she didn't push it. I looked up at Freakwave. "Thanks for telling as soon as possible."

"No biggie," Freakwave responded, before heading to the trash can, dodging dragonets chasing each other. I looked down at the note, before getting up and stuffing it into my satchel. If Silt's right, then I have to do this alone. I walked with Waterfall side by side, heading back her dorm to finish our date, our tails twined together.

Pushing the door out of the way, we walked down the sidewalk. I lifted a wing over her and grinned, before it faded to thoughts I was now having.

"You want to tell me what's on the paper?" she asked, but it was more of like a command. I shrugged, not sure what I wanted to say at all, but I forced it up my throat.

"Oh, Silt, he just wanted to say sorry for what he did to me," I lied," I guess you were right about him, being a good guy and all."

"I know, and I also realize that his car was blown up when he sent Clay to give you a letter," Waterfall responded, raising an eyebrow at me. "Do you think someone would want to kill Silt just because he wanted to give a letter that said 'sorry'?"

"The world is a crazy place," I confirmed her theory, and all she did was glare at me. "What?"

"I want to know exactly what was on that letter," the SeaWing Princess demanded. I paused: I knew in my heart that she would need to know it, but it wasn't the time to tell her."

"Waterfall," my voice faltered, wanting to tell her the letter, but I couldn't let that happen. "If I tell you what is on this, then you are a target for assasination. If that happens, then I break my oath to always keep you safe, no matter how far I have to go. I don't want to endanger you."

"By keeping me out of this?" She fumed. "That I can't protect myself. That I'll just get in the way. Do you really think I will be a liability!"

"No," I murmured, "but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I was the reason why you died or if you were taken away from me."

"And how am I suppose to live with myself if you are hurt or worse, dead, and I wasn't there to prevent that," she whimpered, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "I don't want to go through another event like when we thought you were dead." She placed her claw on top of my metal one and laced her talons through the metallic ones. She was clearly thinking of the worst event in my life.

I pressed my forehead against hers softly. "You are the strongest and bravest dragon I have ever met. You are always determined to do what you need to do." I looked into her orbs and she stared back. "If you love something, you have to let go. If it comes back to you, then it was meant to be yours forever."

We broke our current position and hugged. Resting our head on the other's shoulder, I sighed, thinking about the path I just walked down. The only thing to keep me walking down it was thinking of the people I loved, and most of all, the ones I hold close to with all my heart.

"I don't want to let go just yet," Waterfall whispered.

"Me either," I responded in a low voice, thinking about the most precious moments in my life. More importantly, I was thinking of the precious moments with the dragoness I was hugging.

(* * *)

Driving into a parking spot, I parked my supercar and shut off the ignition. It hummed until there was nothing audible from the motor, leaving the sound of nature take over its part. I sighed, looking around the green serenity of trees, grass, and various colored flowers. I reached for the glovebox and opened it. A map was revealed to me and I grabbed it, looking where I needed to go. Slumping into my chair, I looked over at the object in the seat next to me: the Glock 18 Deathbringer had given me. I grabbed it from the seat and looked at its shape as if I was going to remember it forever.

I probably am. My thoughts were at war with one another, one half trying to stop me from doing this, the other encouraging me to meet up with the MudWing. "Well, here goes nothing," I said to no one, before muttering how stupid I sounded. I opened the door and got out, pistol in hand in case of things go wrong. Walking off the parking lot, I went down a path that was partially clear. Branches occasionally hit my body lightly, and in response to their nonconsensual touch, I snapped them.

"This is still a bad idea," I grunted, before seeing the spot where the meeting was supposedly going to be. The destination was an old wooden shack that seemed edgy from a perspective. I snorted, thinking of how fast this meet up could possibly go wrong. To make myself more paranoid, I then began to rethink if Silt was trying to make it up to me, or just to kill me in general. I looked down at my pistol, and gripped it tightly.

Moving slowly towards the allegedly abandoned building, I raised my weapon and kept sights on the shack and around it. Soon, I was ten feet or closer to it. Moving around to the front, I saw a staircase leading up to the door. Slowly, I began to walk up the stairs, my pistol still set on the window next to the door.

I then felt something at my back claws, followed by the sound of a ringing bell. I snapped my vision to the ground and barely noticed a fishing wire low to the ground. "What the-"

"I don't blame you for bringing a weapon," a voice in front of me, genuinely scaring me the first time in a long time. I jumped, set my Glock 18 at the chest of the dragon before me, and kept it there. Looking up to meet the stranger's eyes, it was the one dragon that I couldn't believe would be here.

"It's been a while," Silt announced, his hands raised in the air. "I would appreciate it if you didn't shoot me." I lowered my pistol, but still kept my gaze on the MudWing. We stared at each other for a moment.

"Well, come in." Silt gestured me to come inside. I obliged, after a brief moment of hesitation. "You can hold on to your pistol."

As I came in, I took in the enviroment this place radiated. It was a well lit room, but it had the same wooden color as the outside of the cabin. There was one room with a door hiding its features, but I figured that it was just the bathroom.

"This place is definitely not sketchy at all," I remarked, and Silt nodded.

"Trust me, I don't like it either, but it's the only safe place to talk." He sat down at the table in the center of the room, and I did the same. He then dropped a claw below the table and out of my vision. "I'm not going to hurt you." I still eyed him cautiously, and he resurfaced his claw, this time with a satchel.

"What is that?" He looked at me. Silt reached into the small bag, and brought out a file. He then tossed it, and it landed right in front of me. Eyeing him, I opened the file up; there were pictures of me, Waterfall, Celsius, Freakwave, and my brother. What frightened me more was that there were pictures of my dorm building, and my dorm door.

I gripped my pistol and raised it to where it was pointed at Silt's head. "Are you doing this!" I glared at him. "Are you stalking us now!"

His hands were raised high, and his expression became nervous for a moment, then it went to almost a dead beat calm. "Since when was I ever obsessed with someone so much that I stalked them?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm serious." I thought about his question, before realizing that he never actually did stalk anyone.

"Then why was there that 'incident' with the one IceWing found dead at the warehouse?" I asked him, my arm faltering a little as my gun waved around.

"That was a what we consider a 'move' that they made in order to try to make their operation successful," Silt informed me, and I lowered my gun a little more. "They must of heard about our little scuffle somehow, and used it to frame us both, if not one of us. To them, we are just peices of a game much larger than anyone knows."

"What do mean a 'game'?" I was freaking out a little bit. "Whose operation?"

"We're going to have to talk about this another time," Silt responded, clearly trying to change the subject. "Right now, we are concerned for your safety. It is best that you do not go to the Competition Day."

"There's no fricken' way I'm missing that! I'm competing in it, well, mainly because of Waterfall." I saw Silt's expressionn soften a little. "You still have feelings for her?" His expression then hardened again.

"Not anymore; she's is way better off with someone like you: someone precious. I'm expendable at this point."

"Wait, what?!"

"This 'game' they're playing right now? I am just a pawn for the other side. Once my mission is complete, I have a good chance of getting killed." He looked down. "Tell Waterfall I'm sorry for what happened that night. I would tell her myself, but getting her in danger is something I would never do to her, or anyone else."

"And me?"

He chuckled half-heartedly. "You are the most valuable piece, Galactic." He leaned in. "I'm going to be informing you weekly on what's going on. I am also going to train you."

At this point, I set my pistol on the table, shocked at what he said. "Train me?" I blurted. "Train me for what?"

"For war, Galactic."

We were now walking out of the shack and towards the parking lot. Night was beginning to set in, so we sped up our pace. I looked down at the Glock 18 in hand. I am going to war over something I know nothing about. I was feeling nervous, even scared about this, mainly because I felt helpless about doing anything.

"I saw that Darkcatcher is already informed about this?" I asked, still knowing that answer.

Silt nodded. "I didn't tell him everything, but I think he's a little too excited about this." I sighed, knowing exactly what he meant.

"It's because he thinks this is going to favor us. He relied too much on his damn video games for this."

We approached the Trino Nemesis supercar, and I unlocked the doors. The light blinked in response to the keys. As they blinked, I saw something on the windshield of my car. "What is that?" I jogged to it and slowly picked it up off the glass.

It was a picture, but not just a random picture. It was one of Silt greeting me at the old shack in the woods. I froze, horrified at what was happening. I handed it to Silt, who didn't seem horrified, but more of surprised. He flipped it over, and spoke four words.

"You talk. You die."

We scanned the tree line of the woods, then the parking lot for any other cars, but it was just us. I began to breath rapidly, terrified of the thought of being watched. "What do we do?" I asked Silt.

"You go home," he began, looking at me. "And you prepare for training tomorrow."

Hello people. I just want to say that this book is getting close to the end, but I won't tell you how many more chapters are left in this book.

I just want to say that I have a lot more time on my hands now that I'm done with finals and high school for the year.

I will get out a lot more chapters in a shorter time period, and I might start a new story.

P.S. This story I'm thinking about created is what if Pyrrhia had another SandWing Succession type war, this time with modern weapons? I would like to hear your opinion if you think it would be interesting.

I'll see you guys soon

-FuRy-Mike