3rd Moon, Day 17, 2831 A.S.

Many people have recommended this. To start a Journal. They say it will keep me from losing my sanity. Of course, I highly doubt it. But at this point, I'm out of options. If I want them to trust me, I need to start doing what they say. And so I shall.

3rd Moon, Day 20, 2831 A.S.

I'll confess, I lied up there. The guilt made me write this. Maybe I am regaining my humanity, for a killer shouldn't feel guilt. Many people may have recommended this, but the truth is that one person made me. Think of it as a prescription. I'm sick, and the book is my medication. I don't know how to feel of this, but then again I've been confused ever since the incident.

3rd Moon, Day 26, 2831 A.S.

It's been almost a week since I put an entry in here. I've been pretty cryptic, and I don't like that. So I'll be blunt. For anyone who possibility reads this later, preferably when I'm dead (Maybe they'll discover something in the future based on what I write). I… I killed someone. Got into a fight, and before I knew it, bam, dead dragon. Of course I was punished, and it wasn't good. A year of being locked up. But they noticed that I didn't seem quite right. I was different than all the other cases. I had a rather unstable mind, and they saw that. They also saw that I did actually feel bad. So they reassigned my punishment. Instead of eighty years in prison, I was taken out, and was forced to have meetings with a psychologist. He gave me the assignment to do a journal like this. And so here I am.

4th Moon, Day 2, 2831 A.S.

Three days since last entry. Nothing much has happened. Just the usual. Glares, comments, and another meeting. It went ok, Dr. Raven (Bad-ass name, I know) said I was doing well with the journal, but wanted me to start getting out some more. I'll try, no guarantees.

Xerious noticed not much more after that, just small entrees of progress updates. That was until he got to the 8th Moon.

8th Moon, Day 9, 2831 A.S

It's been four Moons since the journal started, and I think I'm worse now. At least if I was in prison I'd be fed. I barely have enough to buy food. And everyone wouldn't serve me anyways. But just today someone approached me with an offer. He was of no tribe I've ever seen before, with one yellow eye that felt like it was looking into my darkest secrets. He approached me and said he knew my current position, and then said he could help. I took it in a flash, before even knowing what I was offering. He smiled at me, and said he would be here the next day. And then he left me, wondering what I have done.

8th Moon, Day 10, 2831 A.S.

What have I done? I was stupid to think he'd help. He explained why he actually wanted to see me, and I honestly don't know how I feel. He's part of a gang in Possibility, the Black Tail. He said they needed more members like me, especially after a certain incident. I'll admit, it appealed to me. He told me I'd be fed, have a place to stay, and that in the group, everyone was equal. The only thing in return, was for me to pledge my allegiance to them. Didn't sound like much, and besides, it was the start of a new life. Possibility, where your possibilities can become realities. By the end of next week, I'll have packed my things and left, and no one will be the wiser. Besides, no one would miss me anyways. Still, was it the right thing to join a criminal organization? Anyone would say no, is it wrong that I think it was?

8th Moon, Day 15, 2831 A.S.

I arrived at Possibility. It was unbelievable hot. I got some glances, for why would a Rainwing be in Possibility when it could be comfortably accepted in the lush Rainforest? But Black Tail chose wisely, I'm one of the only Rainwings to have ever killed someone before. The figure introduced himself as -A\i%-. He was only part of the organization, but the leader of Black Tail. He took me into a building, just outside of town. A fortress is more like it. There was some mean looking guards patrolling the walls. Did I mention the building had walls around it? Not much use against dragons, probably just to intimidate them. It was empty inside the actual house though. He told me that everyone else was out, and told me to find an open room and make myself comfortable. And here I am, sitting on a makeshift bed, writing in this journal. I don't know why I keep this thing. I'm not in the Rainforest, I don't need to follow the doctor's orders. But something keeps me holding onto it. I don't know what, but something is. The last of my sanity?

Xerious stopped reading and went back up to the name. For some reason, the name Bluebird was trying to write was completely vandalized beyond recognition. All he could make out was an "A" at the beginning. He thought for a bit. Obviously the someone knew of this entry and hid his identity. And he knew who "it" was. The same person who murdered his father. The description fit perfectly. He tightened his grip on the scroll, trying not to be consumed in the rage and despair he felt. He breathed in, calming down enough, before continuing with the writing.

8th Moon, Day 17, 2831 A.S.

After two days of waiting, I finally met the rest of the crew. There was eleven of them, not including -A/!-. Here's the list of them. There's Boen, a Sandwing. He's the planner. If you ask him what you're doing that night, he'll give you a briefing that even the captain of Queen Snowflake's army would be impressed. Then there's Steelwing. He's a nightwing. He's planning on being an assassin, so he's taking lessons from AlAn:. He'll probably never be as good, after seeing what the master can do, but he's really good. And then there's Snowstorm. She's the only female here. And I'm proud of her. She told me her story, and apparently she fought hard to enter. Don't be fooled by her beauty, she's frostbite waiting for the time when you're foolish enough to expose yourself. And believe me when I say she's sometimes a pain. She's the weapon's expert, for when we need more than her serrated claws of death. Then Ash, a Skywing who's simply a pickpocket. Nothing special. After that is Silt, which is an unusual name for a Mudwing. He's the dude who keeps us all from being captured. He keeps us safe. Everyone else isn't that important. Hurricane, Nightwalker, Striker, Spirit, Cloudseeker, and Scorpion. Together them, the special operators, -A\i%-, and me, make the group. Thirteen of us. The unlucky number. Only time will now tell what they'll make me do.

This entry was important for a very crucial clue. Xerious saw it as soon as he read it. The leader crossed his name, but left everyone else completely uncensored. The leader, whoever he was, obviously didn't care for the identity of the other members. It raised questions, but Xerious knew he didn't have enough information to answer any of them. He continued reading, noting the highly detailed entries. Some covered crimes so gruesome, it made him gag. Some so horrendous, he doubted that his own father did it. And some private parts of Bluebird's life that made him red with embarrassment. Apparently Sightviewer wasn't the first to get to Bluebird. Surprisingly enough, Snowstorm and Bluebird were together as well. And rather close as well. Xerious spent the next hour going through entry after entry. From what he gathered, Snowstorm was going to retire, and Bluebird would follow a little bit after. They were going to live together in a house that was out of the way of everyone else. Together they planned on living there and raising a family of soon-to-be dragonets. But then he came upon the worst entry so far.

13th moon, Day 11, 2831 A.D.

She's dead. DEAD! All because of HIM. HE killed HER. For what?! NOTHING. SHE announced her retirement, and HE laughed. Said that SHE could leave if she wanted to. But then HE played the worst trick of them all. It only took a dagger to the back in the right place, and the life of HER spilled onto the floor. Then she was gone. GONE! HE KILLED HER. FOR NOTHING. SHE JUST WANTED TO LEAVE IN PEACE! AND NOW HE WILL SUFFER. SUFFER! I CAN'T WAIT FOR HIM TO FEEL THE PAIN. TO SUFFER!

I need to get out of here… I NEED to get out of here.

Xerious didn't realise they were that close to each other. The following entries were increasingly chaotic. The showing of his lost of sanity. And he showed it. Jumbled words, imagining of voices, and frantic handwriting. The last entry before the change was the worst.

Moon 13, Dya 19, 2831 AD..

Gotta esCape. I nede to get uto of ere. Tonight im leeving. I cAnt deel with this anymoor. Gotto get aWya rom here. Im leavng, adn in doinh it NOW.

13th Moon, Day 25, 2831 A.D.

I did the impossible. I escaped. I escaped. I went to hell and back, and lived to tell the tale. I went to the nearest police and turned myself in. I couldn't live like that, my consciousness that I still have won't let me. They heard everything I said, my whole story. Then about them. Their weaknesses, their strengths. The important members, and the less so. They didn't exactly let me go, but they did take me back to the rainforest, and let them take care of me. It's only been four days since I arrived, and I can already feel myself put the past behind me. But some things can't be forgiven. Some things can't be forgot.

9th Moon, Day 12, 2832 A.D.

I believe that this will be my last entry. Advance guidance from kind people have set me on my way. I have a job, a wife, and a beautiful egg that we made. I'm on the right track, I don't need this anymore. But I wonder if someone else will. In all my sad life, I only now have one regret, and that is that I didn't get to get my revenge for Snowstorm.

-Bluebird-

Xerious rolled up the scroll, and then sat there thinking for a long time. Rage, anger, sadness, were all common feelings now. He didn't know how much time pass, nor did he care. He cared about one thing, and one thing only.

"Xerious?"

He looked up. There in the doorway was Snake, with Skylight behind him. "Snake?... Sky?... What are you doing here?"

Skylight smiled at him. "We thought you could use some company. And who else than the two people you trust the most? Frankly, I can't blame you for choosing us." She stuck out her tongue playfully.

"What she said." Snake said, then walked up to Xerious. "Look, I know it's hard. How do you think I felt when my father was murdered? I almost died. You were lucky you weren't hurt. But if you don't learn to cope with it, you could be. I don't want that to happen. Neither of us want it." Skylight nodded in agreement. "Just remember, we're always here for you, no matter what."

Xerious smiled slightly, then it faded. He picked up the scroll, and then put it away. "There's a difference, Snake. That thing… whoever killed Bluebird," The name felt weird, saying his father's actual name. "Whoever killed him, it wasn't just him. The person who killed Bluebird has done awful deeds, some unimaginable. Innocent people, killed. Countless crimes. He already ruined one hope of a family, and he wreaked another." Xerious explained, remembering his father's first love. "I have made my mind, I only ask one thing of you guys. Will you go to Possibility with me? To make him pay." He grinned, thinking of what he would do to the leader.

"For Snowstorm.

For Bluebird.

For me…

You selfish monster."