"You're crazy," said Galassia. "It will never work. You know the Council won't allow it; this is a waste of time."

"It is not a waste of time, Galassia," said Hansen, "it is our final plan to save us all. They will not have any other choice, they'll practically beg me to make it work."

"Did you really have to request King Universe to attend? What would he think of your plan?"

"He will think it is the best one I have ever had, and that it will all be worth it. In the end, the Stalker will be defeated, and we will be at peace."

"You know the Forbidden is never to be mentioned in the Council, especially in front of the king's face. What if they say no?"

"We have no other choice, Galassia. If I don't get permission, and this idea is scrapped, we're all dead. We have nothing to fight back against the Stalker, and he has taken all of our men, turned them into zombies, and has taken over the entire galaxy. This is our only chance. You have to trust me, the same way the Council must trust me."

"When did I never trust you?"

"You didn't trust me when I was trying to make a new kind of sandwich. You thought using sugar and dust wouldn't be a good idea."

Galassia chuckled. "You know I am not supposed to laugh when I am on duty."

"Lighten up, Galassia. In these times, you have to find as much happiness as you can."

His sister smiled. "I know." She looked at the clock. "It's nearing nine, you better get in there. Remember to keep your head down."

"As you remind me to not snore."

"Good luck."

Hansen smiled. He turned, took a deep breath, and pushed open the doors. He was met with the red dim light once again; darkness engulfed the place when the doors closed. Silence was the noise which came first, along with the feeling of being looked down on as if he were a bug. The Council sat in silence, tapping their claws against the half circle table towering above Hansen, and even though he could not look up whatsoever, he could feel King Universe staring him down.

"Hansen the SpaceWing," said the Head Counselor, "this is your one hundred twenty eighth time you have come here to present your plans and ideas to us. In the midst of the Stalker invading our home, you have invited His Majesty, King Universe to this meeting. What is your reasoning to be here on short notice before evacuation can be confirmed? What is the meaning behind why the king must attend?"

"Your Allegiance, and Your Majesty," said Hansen, "I apologize for any inconvenience you ran into when I summoned you here. I have information on what we should do to finally save ourselves from the Stalker."

A silence and hesitation came from the Council, then whisperings of conversation came after a moment. Hansen listened closely, but could not make out what they were saying. Except, he could faintly hear the king's voice speaking to the Head Counselor.

Finally, the whispering stopped, and the Head Counselor said: "Very well then, Hansen. Mind you, this is a last resort. Only a small amount of your plans you have presented to us in the past have been accepted, yet they were only little requests. Almost all of your ideas and plans to change our ways and living have been scrapped and forgotten. So please, by the order of His Majesty, King Universe . . . tell us your plan to finally defeat the Stalker."

Hansen was hesitant at first, staring at the papers in his hands. He clenched them tightly, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then spoke in a voice all could hear: " . . . Your Allegiance, Your Majesty, I, Hansen the SpaceWing, who has served this court for five years straight, have come up with a plan to finally defeat the Stalker, and save ourselves, along with the entire universe after a month of research. The Stalker possesses a power that has not originated from him, but from the home he was hatched from: Earth. The items he wears, and the power he wields, it is all the same, only in different forms. In fact, the weapons he uses against us were originally made by the person who first wielded this power. It is not known what the name of this dragon is, yet he created almost everything the Stalker uses against us.

"First that dragon created the Eye, made to burn whoever wears it around their neck, but the Stalker's Cataclysm compels the Eye to submit to his might; then came the Plant, used to control every creature it is poisoned by its touch, and now it bows to the Stalker. This magic, the Dark Cataclysm, the dragons of the earth have used it for their own will, used it for war, used it to help, except none of them could ever comprehend what that power was truly capable of. . . . They didn't know the risks, they didn't know the consequences, and they never thought that power would lead up to this.

"Their mistakes brought about this war, this apocalypse we have lived in for ten years. They never knew this would happen, and they did not do anything to stop the Dark Cataclysm from becoming stronger. There is only one option to ending this war once and for all, only one way to keep us safe. That is the reason as to why I am here, to ask for your permission from you, the Council, and His Majesty, King Universe . . . we must use the Forbidden Way."

Only by hearing the word, every single dragon in the room gasped, and started to whisper.

"We never speak of the Forbidden, boy," said the Head Counselor. "The king shall have you punished for bringing up the concept once again."

"It must never be used," said the Second Counselor.

"It is kept secret from the domain," said the Sixth.

"It could kill us all," said the Third.

"It should have been destroyed," said the Fourth.

The Council erupted in screams of anger, but Hansen tried to talk over their commotion: "Please, you must listen to me. I know we have used it only once in the past, except I have a better idea on how to use it."

"Be gone, boy," roared the Head Counselor, "there is no more purpose for you to attend this place any longer."

"WAIT!" Boomed a voice.

The Council went silent. . . . It was the king. Hansen had not realized it, but he had lifted his head. The king looked around at the Council, then stared at Hansen, who quickly put his head down, hoping he would not receive a punishment.

" . . . Lift your head," said King Universe.

Hansen's eyes went wide, and the entire Council gasped. Slowly, Hansen lifted his head, meeting eyes with the king - he was probably the only dragon in the kingdom to be asked to raise his head in the Council.

"Your name is Hansen, correct?" King Universe said.

"Y-Yes, My Liege," said Hansen, taking a small bow.

"You say there is no other option, and there is no other way to save us from the wrath of the Stalker. If you believe this plan can truly save us all . . . then please. Tell us how we should save ourselves."

Hansen stared at the king for what felt like an hour, but recollected himself, took a deep breath, and presented his plan: "Thousands and thousands of years ago, when we first found out about the earth, it was around the time when we first discovered the true potential of our power. We wanted to learn more about the earth, and its history. We had the ability to fly there, but we wanted to live through its whole existence . . . thus, our old king set out, and used his power . . . flying backwards throughout time . . . and traveling to the earth.

"We didn't realize our own mistake, or what this power was capable of. The next day we woke up, our home was in devastation. Famine, fire, death, loss of our families. We had no knowledge of what could have caused this terrible thing to happen . . . but then we remembered our king. He had returned, saying that he was discovered, and the residents of the earth were scared. They captured him, tortured him, and because he was gone for so long, our timeline changed . . . turning our home into a wasteland of what we had created it to be.

"We were able to stop the war us SpaceWings had caused because we all wanted to take the throne, and fight for our own world rule. The king did not want to go back to the age where he had disappeared, so he decided to not use that power ever again. As soon as the war was finally over, every single SpaceWing on the planet was drained from their power. It was locked away, sealed and never to be used. If this power were to ever be used again, there is no telling what could happen to our timeline.

"Except this time, I shall not travel back thousands of years to kill the Stalker. If we are seen, war shall begin as it has happened to us thousands and thousands of years ago."

"Hold your speech for a moment," said King Universe with his hand raised. "You say time travel is your plan, and you point out that you yourself will not physically go back to the age when the earth was young. Then, how do you propose you travel back in time without you being present?"

"That is where my idea comes into play. I shall send them a warning. Besides traveling to that time myself, I shall send the dragons of the earth a message." Hansen held up a scroll. "Here in my hand is the warning I will send to the dragons of the past, telling them of all the actions taken in their time to lead up to this moment, and that a group of dragons shall stand up to the evil we continue to face, and stop it."

The king stared at him, contemplating. "Interesting. You are willing to save us, but also save the dragons of the past to prevent all of this from happening. Tell me: . . . Why would you do this for a species of dragons we know so very little about? Why save them? Why put your life on the line to help them?"

Hansen stared King Universe dead in the eyes, and said in the bravest voice he could make: " . . . Because the Dark Cataclysm the Stalker possesses was used by the dragons of the earth for many, many years. As I have said, they used it against one another. They used it to help, to save, and fight. They kept using that power, capturing dragons to force them to use it for their own conquest. It was gifted to them, now it is their end. They brought about their own death, and they never realized it until they were too late. . . . They deserve to know the truth about this power, or at least a warning, anything to save themselves from it. This isn't only about saving our own lives . . . it's about saving the lives of others, to show that we care for them, even though we don't even know who they are . . . ."

King Universe was silent for a moment, then gave a kind smile. "Hansen the SpaceWing . . . your speech is something our old king would say."

"Yes, Hansen," agreed the Head Counselor - Hansen could not believe what he had heard.

Throughout his time working for the Council, he had always been referred to as "boy." Never had he been treated with that kind of respect. Now, for the first time, he was being shown true kindness by them, the Council themselves.

The Head Counselor continued: "For so many years, we as the Council have watched over the domain, and have protected the Forbidden Way from everyone for their own safety. We have fought against the Stalker for ten years now, used everything we can against him, and all weapons fail. Your plan will save the entire galaxy and every inhabitant, without us even touching the enemy. Now, Hansen the SpaceWing, by the order of the Council, and the request of King Universe . . . go and save us."

Hansen could not have felt happier in his life. The dimly lit room erupted in applause. The Council themselves, and the King of SpaceWings himself, were congratulating him for his idea. He will be the one to save the galaxy, save the inhabitants of every planet, and the dragons of the earth from the wrath of the Stalker. There was no time for celebration now . . . first he had to save everyone.

Then the room erupted in gasps and screams when the entire building started to shake. It happened for a few seconds, then dead silence. An earthquake? The tremor happened again, more screams, then died down.

The doors burst open, and Galassia rushed in, saying: "Your Majesty! Head Counselor! The Stalker . . . he's here!"

Everyone in the Council stood up and gasped, exchanging glances with terror in their eyes, every dragon talking to one another, trying to contemplate what to do.

"Silence!" Announced King Universe, and the room went silent, but not the tremor. "Hansen, the Forbidden is located in the building across from here. Tell the guards that I sent you to use the power to save us, that is an order from the king. This plan will work, and you will be the one to lead it. I and the Council will hold off the Stalker for as long as possible. Send, that, message. . . . The fate of the entire galaxy is in your claws."

Hansen took one last glance at the king and the Council. He turned, and grabbing his sister's arm, they started running.

"They agreed with your plan!?" Galassia said as the ceiling began to crack.

"They were all hesitant," Hansen said, "but I got permission from the king."

"Universe!?"

"Galassia, there are millions of dragons and millions of different species throughout the galaxy, and I want to stand and fight for them. This is the only way I know how."

They started to take flight, but just as they were about to, the ceiling fell to pieces, and blocked their path. The dragons started to panic, but then a magenta light surrounded the debris in front of them, then levitated itself, and was moved to the side. There stood Orion.

"Come on," he said, "we have to get out of here."

The three dragons flew as fast as they could through the hallways, avoiding falling rocks from above, dodging dragons who flew past them.

"Orion," Hansen said, "the king has given me permission to use the Forbidden. We have to get to the Stronghold, now."

"In these conditions?" Orion said as rocks fell near them.

"It's the only way."

"Are you even sure if it will work?"

"It has to. If it doesn't, the entire galaxy is dead."

"You got permission from King Universe himself!?"

"Yes, he did," said Galassia. "I don't believe it either!"

"I'm surprised the Council approved of the idea."

"It's not only our lives at stake here, Orion. It is the fate of everyone in the galaxy . . . including the dragons on earth."

The exit was right in front of them, and the dragons flew at lightning speed. The ceiling cracked, and as their bodies were halfway out of the building, rocks fell, causing them to fall. They landed hard; their friend let out a growl of pain.

"Orion!" Hansen said.

"My leg!" Orion screamed. "I-I think my leg is broken."

Hansen and Galassia helped him stand back up, putting their arms around his shoulders to support him. His leg was backwards. . . . That was when they heard the loudest roar ever screamed.

. . . The Stalker . . . he was here! He towered over the Counselor Center like a mountain. All three SpaceWings watched the Council, and King Universe himself battle the giant. The Stalker roared as loud as he could, lashing his massive claws, striking the ground and shaking the very planet itself. The skies were a fiery orange. All of the powers the Stalker possessed were used against the King of SpaceWings and the Council, knocking them out of the sky, showing no mercy in his strikes.

King Universe had years of fighting experience, he flew around the Stalker as if he were his prey. He blasted electricity from his hands, wings, and mouth, trying to hurt his enemy as much as possible. The king dived downwards, aiming for the Stalker's heart, blasting thunder, cutting the Plant, causing it to bleed. Universe diverted hard to the right, driving his claws against his enemy's scales, then dodging a giant claw. The king diverted his flight pattern, breathing lighting at the Eye.

The Stalker growled in annoyance. His multi-colored jewels floating around his immaculate white crown spun faster, building up a fiery halo with help from the Eye. With one powerful roar, the Stalker leaned his head forwards, and fire from his crown hurtled towards his enemies.

The fire came into impact with the Council. They roared in pain as they fell out of the sky. King Universe shot as much electricity as he could, using all of his energy to fight. The Stalker glared, then blasted fire, hitting the king right in the chest. He roared in pain as Hansen and his friends cried out his name. They watched their king fall, hurtling to the ground, unconscious, lifeless. But he was caught by the Head Counselor, who shot black fire at the Eye, trying to make it crack with whatever strength he had. The Stalker snarled at him, as if the attack was useless. He raised his claw and threw it; missed. The king regained consciousness, then took flight again, helping the Head Counselor fight back.

They were the only two dragons left fighting the Stalker, and they gave the battle all they had left inside of them. Hansen stood and watched as the end of the world took place before him, his king on the verge of death fighting for the entirety of space, and the Head Counselor, fighting for the kingdom. The Stalker roared, raising his Wings of Fire high above his head, releasing fumes from the Plant, poisoning the fallen warriors, and turning them into the enemy. Now King Universe and the Head Counselor were barely able to continue the battle any longer as they clashed claws with their own allies. One dragon opened its mouth, and out came a series of vines. They latched on to the Head Counselor's face. He roared, trying to tear them off before he too became possessed.

"Hansen, come on, we have to keep moving," Galassia screamed.

Hansen was in shock, watching space as he knew it fall apart. He heard the screams of millions of dragons across the planets cry out in agony, begging for the war to end, begging for all of this to end.

"Hansen, the Forbidden is only a mile away," screamed Orion. "You said it yourself, the fate of every species is at stake. It is in your claws. Now come on, save them."

Hansen shook his head, as if freeing himself from a trance. He looked at the battle taking place in front of him, then at his sister and long time friend. He turned, and they all took flight.

War continued all around them. Roars of battle cries and pain; fire breathed; electricity countered; wings breaking; heroes falling from the sky - the apocalypse had truly begun. This was the end of the world, the end of the universe, the end of time as they knew it. The Stalker will kill everything and everyone, leave nothing left until darkness was all that remained.

The building that held the Forbidden lay only three yards ahead, but that was when roars of pain echoed throughout the area, along with the ground shaking violently. The three dragons stopped, turned back . . . and watched King Universe fall, defeated. Their king was dead, fallen . . . then the Stalker looked right at the three SpaceWings.

For a second their hearts stopped. The Stalker knelt down, then crawled on all fours, galloping towards the SpaceWings, who to him were bugs. He roared the sound of the end. Their fate had come . . . but then Orion jumped in between the Stalker and his friends, blasting electricity from his mouth, wings, and claws as much as he possibly could. Their enemy growled in pain, and it was a miracle the attack was strong enough to stop his charge.

"Orion!" Hansen screamed. "What are you doing?"

"Just go," Orion screamed back, "deliver the message."

"Not without you. We're not leaving you behind."

"There's no other way."

The Stalker roared, throwing his claw. Orion jumped over it, blasting electricity.

"You know what to do. Save the dragons, save the SpaceWings, save the galaxy."

Fire knocked Orion out of the sky. Hansen and Galassia screamed his name as their friend was thrown to the ground, a loud cracking sound following the impact. The Stalker turned to Hansen and Galassia. The jewels around his crown started to spin, fire building up. Purple electricity was then hurtled at the Stalker's face. He growled in pain, then Orion roared at the top of his lungs, charging. He landed on the Stalker's face, thrashing at his eyes as hard as he could, roaring like a maniac. Soon he was joined by the Head Counselor, who had freed himself from the Plant's poison. The two dragons blasted fire and electricity as much as they could, trying their best to even hurt the Stalker.

Hansen and Galassia held each other's hand, watching the battle take place. Their friend's words rang in their ears loud enough to be heard over the fight. They knew they had no other choice - they were wasting time standing there. As the two SpaceWings turned and ran, soon becoming flight, thought about their friend, and all the times they spent together.

The building was ahead of them, and they flew straight to the entrance, breaking down the doors. Everyone had already evacuated. The SpaceWings found themselves in a large room. To their right was a long hallway, spiraling downwards, and they flew towards it. When they finally reached the end, a tremor happened from above, causing debris and dust to fall. Galassia screamed as Hansen thought fast, throwing electric orbs from his hands, destroying the falling rocks. When the tremor had ended, they recollected themselves. Behind them was a door, which they did not hesitate to break open . . . there was light ahead. Hansen and Galassia stared wide eyed at the thing in front of them. The battle was utterly forgotten as they walked towards the light. It was a little room, and in the middle a white orb of light, floating inches above a podium.

" . . . Hansen," Galassia said in awe, " . . . th-this is . . . ."

" . . . The Forbidden," Hansen answered for her.

All of the SpaceWings' power, stripped from them for their own safety, kept for thousands and thousands of years in this room, piled up into one orb of energy. Whisperings echoed off the walls, the voices of millions upon millions of dragons and other creatures in the universe, across time and space, they were all here. The only thing they needed to do was to find out how to make this work. Hansen had the scroll, all he needed was to send the message. In order to do that, he had to find the right timeline by using this orb.

Slowly, cautiously, Hansen lifted his arms, holding his hands out to the orb, feeling its power flow through his body. So many timelines, so many voices, so many creatures speaking at once. This power was beyond anyone's control, and if tampered with, there was a possibility that it could cause destruction throughout all time.

Hansen felt all of that power inside of him as it flashed by. He yelped in pain, throwing himself off his talons.

"Hansen!" Screamed Galassia. "Are you alright? What was that?"

" . . . The timelines!" Hansen sputtered. "Years, days, months, weeks - they're all piled together. . . . No wonder why they kept this contained, kept it hidden, it's too much power for one dragon to handle. . . . One could die just by touching it."

"Die?"

"I have to try."

Hansen stood up, but his sister stopped him. "No, wait, there has to be another way to use this somehow."

"That's what I'm wanting to figure out."

"But you said it could kill someone."

"The fate of the entire galaxy is at stake here, Galassia. We can't take any more risks."

"You're already taking that risk."

"Everything we know will die if we don't do this now."

"I don't want to lose you."

Hansen hesitated, and looked his sister right in the eyes. He saw her sorrow, he saw the hurt in her face. He remembered when they were dragonets, who had lost their parents when the Stalker first arrived on their planet. Hansen was only three months old, his sister two years old. After the attack, she had to carry her brother through the remains of their home. They were soon found by their grandparents, as that was where they were headed to during the Stalker's arrival.

The siblings took care of one another for so long, grew up together, were never separated. The apocalypse had come . . . and they may never see each other again . . . or live to see another day.

" . . . Galassia," Hansen said, tears building in his eyes.

"What?" Galassia asked, tears already streaming down her face.

" . . . I love you. I never left your side, I never wanted to leave your side, and you never wanted to leave my side. I remember when we were young, you told me you promised to protect me all your life, and never let anyone hurt me. I promised myself the same thing. I told myself, whatever happens to us, we do it together. Whatever harm comes our way, we face it together. Whatever we deal with, we deal with it together, because we are siblings. We have nothing but each other, and we have always had each other. But this is something I have to do, for the world . . . and for you, my family."

" . . . Hansen . . . I love you too."

The siblings embraced, hugging each other as tightly as they could, not letting go. After a while Hansen had to pull himself away. He stared into his sister's tear covered face for a moment before slowly turning, and facing the orb. He lifted his hands, touching the light, and immediately heard all the voices throughout time.

He ripped his hands away.

"Hansen!" Galassia shouted.
"I'm alright . . . I'm alright."

He faced the orb again, and touched it, this time with more care. The voices came back, but Hansen gathered himself together, having a little more control over the orb. He moved his hands, searching, calling out for the timeline when the Stalker was supposedly hatched. It took a while, but he finally found it. Next he had to find the time of his Second Coming, the year the Stalker rose once more, basically around that time.

On the outside, Galassia felt the ground beneath her shake. She looked up to watch dust fall, and a faint roar echoed through the corridors and to her ears. Her eyes went wide . . . the Stalker had followed them!

The voices quieted down when Hansen began to travel throughout the timelines, searching for the age of the Stalker, the age of the power. He had to find that specific time because he wanted to warn the dragons of the Stalker's second coming, so they could do something to prevent it, or let them know what is coming for all of them. The voices quieted down a little more, and Hansen's lightning-shaped eyes started to glow light blue . . . then everything went quiet.

He saw dragons, he saw a civilization, he saw a great war between three sisters, along with the Eye. He saw dragons with pale white eyes, along with the Plant. . . . He saw the Second Coming of the Stalker. He witnessed destruction, the torment, the suffering conflicted on every breed. But he had found the right time. Now all he needed to do . . . was send the message.

The ground beneath him shook, and the world flew away from him.

"No!" He shouted.

"Hansen!" Galassia said, grabbing him by the shoulders. "The Stalker, he's here."

"What? No . . . what about Orion?"

"I don't know, I'm sorry."

Tears built up in their eyes. "Listen, Galassia, I found the timeline when the Stalker rose again. I need to make an opening, then send the message."

"To who?"

"The Stalker is a breed of dragon that could read minds and predict the future. I'm going to try and send the message to one of those dragons."

"Which dragon?"

"Anyone. There's no time, I have to send it to them now."

Quickly, Hansen held the scroll, read it over, then the ground shook again. There was a loud crashing sound happening from outside the hallway, followed by a loud roar. Galassia screamed in terror, then the room shook again, and a large foot stomped down from the ceiling. The SpaceWings could see the Stalker's shadow form in front of them.

They were out of time. This was their only chance. Hansen concentrated as hard as he could, finding the timeline, then finding a dragon to send the message to. He reached out into the orb, breaking through, enough so he could reach the other side. Galassia held on to him, and Hansen read the message . . . the Prophecy of the Damned.

"The War has Lasted Twenty Years, Beware the Dragonets, they come.

"The World is Scorched in Blood and Death, Beware the Dragonets, they come.

"All the Battles that have been Fought in the past, will soon End on the Day of their Arrival.

"The Battles Fought in Secrecy, will be Remembered on the Day they Arrive.

"Beware the Dragonets, they come."

The Stalker's shadow loomed, banging his head against the wall, causing rocks to fall, and the room to vibrate. Galassia could barely hold in a scream when there was a loud crash. The Stalker growled, and crawled into the next room.

"Risen from the Ground, the Dragons have come.

"They Burn the World, they Burn the Peace.

"They all must Learn, be Scolded for the Truth.

"Peace between Tribes, the Difference will Not Matter.

"Only the Dragonets know True Peace."

The stomping grew distant, and for a moment the two SpaceWings thought they were safe, but knew their enemy would be back to kill them. They had to act faster.

"Our Enemies Lie in Wait, They wait for the Time to Strike.

"They watch us Struggle, they Study our Motives.

"Do not be Fooled, do not be Lied to.

"Our enemies are Strong, they Plan to Kill us all.

"Save us Dragonets, save us from our Enemies.

"Of Three Queens Who the Seeds of an Old Sovereign.

"Two will die, One will Escape.

"To continue her Work, until New Dragonets come.

"Please Save us now Dragonets, you are our only Hope.

"The War will End, to bring new Light.

" . . . And New Dark."

Hansen made sure to remind himself of all that has happened to him, his friends and family throughout the war against the Stalker - the New Dark. They heard his screams in the next room over, smashing sacred objects passed down throughout their generation, and will soon find the siblings.

"Beware, Dragonets, Not all Allies are on your Side.

"Not all Friends are your Family, Not all Family are Truly your Blood.

"Beware the One Who Plays God, the One Who Returns after Many Years.

"Fight him, End him.

"The World Ends if he Lives.

"During this Monster's Terrible Reign of Lie and Deceit.

"Others will become Terrible as him.

"Remember to not stay Apart, Dragonets.

"Remember to Stay Family.

"You Share a Bond, you Share a Blood.

"Remember that Blood, Remember that Love.

"Help your Friends, they are your True Family."

Galassia heard every word her brother was saying, and the inspiration reminded her of their childhood. Now all of that was gone, all of that was dead. Now here they were, hoping their lives would be saved.

"Darkness will Fall, Secrets will be Hidden.

"Do not be Deceived by the Father of Lies, Dragonets.

"You must Continue on, to Save us All.

"Dragons will Die, Dragons will Lie.

"But do not Forget, what Happened many Years Ago.

"Your Greatest Weapon.

" . . . Shall Be your Greatest Threat you will Ever Face.

"In Times of Blood, In Times of War.

"Remember the Ones you Loved.

"They Live in your Hearts, They Live in your Souls.

"Fight With them, Fight For them.

"The Way you Fight for Peace.

"Remember the Days of Triumph.

"For they will Help you on your Path.

"Help your Friends, Help them See the Light.

"Help them Recognize their Purpose.

"Help them See the Light of their Soul.

"It will Save them . . . it will Save you."

Lightning struck from above, shaking the entire building. They heard the Stalker roar, take flight, his wing flaps blowing a strong amount of wind towards the SpaceWings, almost causing Hansen to lose the timeline he was speaking to. Thankfully he didn't, but his reach was growing weaker by the second. He couldn't control the orb. He spoke faster, remembering the pain everyone on this planet has gone through.

"Hear us Now, Hear our Pleads.

"Hear us Dragonets, Hear our Cries.

"You have Vowed to Save us, Save us Now.

"There is more Threat to Come.

"Please hear our Voices."

Soon SpaceWing warriors fell from above, hitting the ground, the impact echoing throughout the halls. Galassia screamed and turned to see dragons die. A roar screeched in her ears, and she knew what she had to do. In order for her brother to deliver the message, he needed time to warn the dragons of the past about the threat in the future. She turned to her brother, tears and memories filling her eyes.

"The Time to Stand has Come.

"Your Friends need your Help, They Need your Protection.

"Do Not Back Down now, the World Lies in your Claws.

"The One Who has Harmed you Must be Defeated.

"Remember your Friends, Dragonets, They are With you."

The Stalker's massive figure knelt down, causing more debris to fall. Galassia had never felt so terrified in her life as she watched his gigantic head peak into the room. The Stalker roared, but Hansen was unaffected by it - the orb had his full attention. Galassia stared into the true face of Fate and Death . . . and knew what she had to do.

She took one last look at her brother, saying: " . . . Goodbye."

She turned, and with a mighty roar, charged at her enemy, using all of the power she had inside of her.

"Even Though your Greatest Enemy May be Defeated.

"Do not Underestimate the Power of Evil, Dragonets.

"Seek the One who has Aided another Great Enemy.

"Search for the One who Aids the One who Controls all With its Will.

"Your Friends Call your Names, They Call for Help.

"Do Not Ignore them, Do Not Ignore their Pleads.

"Their Cries for Help, Their Begs to be Let Live.

"Save them, Help them.

"They would Do the Same for you."

One giant shake of the building was enough to grab Hansen's attention. He looked around and saw what was happening. The destruction of the world, the end of the planet - it had all come to him, it had all led to this very moment. His sister was nowhere in sight.

He called her name as loud as he could, yet no response came. The ceiling fell from above, and Hansen looked up to see Galassia fighting the Stalker with whatever she had. Hansen could not believe what he was seeing. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be real.

The orb was beginning to close. Hansen found his sister, who was struggling to fight the towering figure - all of his powers were pitched against her's. Hansen began to cry, but remembered the warning. All the pain he and every other SpaceWing has gone through, and the death they witnessed. He turned back to the orb, and finished his message.

"When the World had Realized its True Power.

"When you have Forgiven yourselves.

"When the Time has Come to Save yourselves and the World.

"When the Day of Rising and Hope have Arrived.

" . . . Only then Will you wield the True Power.

" . . . Of Wings of Fire."

It had finished. The Prophecy was spoken, the warning was told. Hansen watched the orb close, and the dragon on the other side disappear. There was nothing Hansen could do now, there was nothing no one could do now - they could only hope that they all would be saved.

A bloodcurdling scream of complete agony shrieked in Hansen's ears. He looked up and watched his sister, the last of his family, fall from the sky, and land only a few feet in front of him.

"Galassia!"

Before Hansen could do anything, fire and lightning struck from above, soaring around the room, hitting the two SpaceWings. Both dragons were on the ground, and the Stalker roared his loudest scream. He raised his arm, building up the most amount of power he could create. He held it high above his head, and roared one last time before lashing his claw.

In those final moments, Hansen and Galassia looked each other in the eye, remembering their past and all they had done together as dragonets. They crawled towards each other as pain glided throughout their veins, their last breaths breathed. The siblings were only inches away from each other. Tears filled their eyes. In their final moments, they lifted their claws . . . and reached out . . . .