Spectro flew several miles east, not caring where he was going. He had gotten over the feeling of euphoria, and it was replaced with guilt and dread. He had killed without caring. He had killed because those dragons were going to kill him, but he had killed them. Tears streaked down his face. What has he done? Now in every tribe he is able to be captured and killed. Now he was a killer. As soon a Dazzling finds the dead dragons she would flip. None of Pyrria was safe for him. So thats it, i'm a loner. he concluded, and saw the moon setting. He stopped, waving his wings slightly, and dove down. He noticed that the landscape was changing from the rain forest to a lighter, more tropical land. SeaWings, he thought and was slightly relieved to know that he was out of the territory of the Queen. Now he would have to answer to Coral. Just one day, then I will leave for north. He landed in a clump of shrubs and dug under them. The last silvery light of the night faded and the golden rays of the sun hit the bushes. Spectro was asleep long before the sun was up.
His sleep wasn't peaceful, however.
The forest was dark and cold. Spectro wandered through it, his wings flashing through different shades of scared green. He looked up, hearing rustling. Whatever was there disappeared, and the nightmare was quiet for a moment. He continued on. The screeches of the dragon he had killed echoed through his dreamscape, and Spectro looked around again. He listened for a moment... then heard it again.
Spectro turned over in his sleep.
He stepped carefully, his claws crunching on leaves. Extremely hard leaves. Spectro looked down, and to his horror saw that they were not leaves but scales. Spectro shook himself, trying to wake up. No such luck. The rusting started again, and Spectro searched for the source. It stopped, and Spectro stared at a bush where he thought it came from. A pair of eyes glowed in the dark, looking at him.
He hissed and clawed the ground and thrashed his tail against the bushes he buried himself under.
Spectro leaped at the dragon, and it fought back hard. He did not know why, but Spectro had a feeling that the dragon was an intruder. He clawed and hit it with his tail, but the dragon easily overpowered him. He laid on the ground with the dragon over him, staring at him hard with black eyes. But instead of beating him or anything, it just looked at him. Spectro felt like he was being scanned under it's gaze. To his amazement and astonishment, videos of things, his memories, flashed in his eyes. After a quick flurry of scenes, the dragon lifted his claws and turned. It spread it's wings. "Wait!" Spectro protested. The dragon was disappearing into the darkness, and he hurried after it.
Spectro hit his head on a rock and woke up, groaning.
He stumbled out of the shrub that he half-immersed himself into. A shuddering in the trees that did not look like the wind made it. A breeze can't have a purple tail hanging down, right? Spectro carefully approached the tree. The tail flicked, but did not disappear. He reached out a grey clay and touched it. The tail flicked again, but this time flicked at him since no dragons like their tails touched.
"Hey! Stop it!" A voice above him alerted him.
Spectro looked up.