The Return (Wings of Fire, Fourth Arc: The Continent War Prophecy)

So brief introduction, this is my book, The Return! It might possibly be left unfinished, as I am going to an area that does not allow me to access Fandom. Brief backstory, it's been a few years since Queen Wasp has been defeated. Life goes back to normal for most of the dragons, except- there is a new prophecy. This prophecy hints at more Dragonets of Destiny, and possible danger. Remember this is a fan-sequel, so do not expect it to be what is going to happen in the official series. That's the most of the backstory, if you want to know more, go check out my profile at BookscalestheEverwing. Anyways let's start! 
== The Continent War Prophecy ==
Beware the peace that have fallen, 
Beware the items made that are stolen.
The minds have never been soft, 
The boats are still unaloft. 
The consequences all have lived, 
The three moons bright and a comet were to give.
The dragonets of EverWings have a life,
Every living dragon have never strived. 
The powers rested on RainWing hands, 
The fallen pieces of the land. 
Beware the dragonets that will live,
Their power strong as a million dragons stemmed. 
Overused will be all death,
Never other will have the dread. 
The Sandwings will leave their land, 
Never as they ever planned. 
Their peaceful or harsh ways, 
Their light or dark days,
All of their light and stray, 
All of it makes 
What is about to take. 
== Prologue ==
Winter hissed quietly. He would never let this happen again. 
I knew it, Winter thought furiously, I knew this spell didn’t work well enough. He will never be Peacemaker; peacefully, that is. Never. Did he really know? Winter wasn’t sure. 
He perched up even more on the narrow window. Inside, Peacemaker was frowning as if he knew that Winter was watching. Winter ducked and cover his horns just in case that they made a reflection appear inside the room, and the supposedly-hypnotized dragonet saw it. 
“OH, COME OUT,” the dragonet boomed, Winter jumped and thought that he meant him. Instead, the dragonet said, “ Statue, I know perfectly well you are awake.”
	    Winter’s wings relaxed. At the same time he thought, Talking to a statue. Highly undignified. Then he giggled, but stopped himself just in case. Oh my god, why am I being careful! WHY AM I ACTING LIKE MOON OR QIBLI- Winter stopped and sighed. Moon-I miss you. Ah, no use, she can’t hear me anyways because of the skyfire. Stop, stop! Focus. 
The statue pranced out. WHAT IS HAPPENING?! Winter sighed. Should’ve focused! Peacemaker said in the deep voice, much like Darkstalker’s, “ I enchant you to-'' Highly nonsense, Peacemaker isn’t an animus, Winter thought, “-continue killing the eggs in the SeaWing Royal Hatchery, but only Queen Anemone’s eggs, of course. Hers and Tamarin’s.” WHAT?! Winter’s thought barked. Anemone and TAMARIN had eggs?! That is ILLEGAL INTER-TRIBAL ROMANCE. Winter flushed with anger, but reminded himself to keep at it. 
The statue bowed and headed out the room. 
No! Winter howled in his brain. 
Peacemaker laughed evilly. The sound echoed in Winter’s mind, rattling through his skull. The laugh died down slowly, piece by piece as it drowned into the silence around them. Peacemaker continued, pulling out a tattered scroll, as if it was a part of his routine, and wrote words down with extremely messy handwriting—that even looked kind of messy… 
Like Darkstalker’s handwriting? His mind went all over the place. This is so disturbing! Ahh! He squinted his eyes, barely reading the words on the scroll: Dankness plars coma wish prici, to keep low und unheeded. 
Winter scurried around, trying to figure out what he really wrote. I’m so sorry, Moon. I promised you this wouldn’t happen, but it now did. He couldn’t do anything about it. His mind was too complicated. He felt too complicated. 
Dankness plars coma wish prici.
== Chapter 1 ==
Bookscales had wished for a family other than Deathrain. Deathrain didn’t; she didn’t care that much about family. Five words to describe what she actually likes? Combat, combat, combat, combat, and combat. 
Bookscales’ most earliest memory was of warm, warm-temperatured scales, the smell of smoke, and the feeling of sun rays beating subtly against her scales. From the warmth, she knew instinctively that the sun was up to the highest point of the sky. Bookscales could feel shaking, and now she thought back to it, they were probably flying. 
“Grrble rwja.” She’d murmured sleepily. 
“Little dragonet, I’m taking you to grandmama’s house,” A warm voice had said, their wing-batting quieting down. 
“Gwndmrmkx hrsh.” She had imitated that warm voice, and snuggled deeper into the dragon’s front legs and talons. The dragon laughed, not a manipulating, making-fun-of laugh, but a warm, motherly one. 
That was all of it from the memory. 
Bookscales wished she had knew more about that dragon. She could possibly be my mom, She had thought thousands, maybe million times. Of course, that was before Deathrain told her it was hopeless, that it probably wasn’t their mom, just another random pieced together memory. The thought, It’s all hopeless, began to replace her initial thoughts. She wished… Everything was rewinded, so she could finally meet her mom and know what it’s like to be loved. Like love-loved, not sister-loved or friend-loved. 
She has a lot of wishful thinking like this. 
Her actual point out of all of this, really, is she wished grandfather Clay would tell her all these things. She never dared to ask grandfather, but there was no reason behind this decision. She just didn’t want to touch this subject with grandfather after their awkward meeting about that. 
Long story short, their meeting consisted of Bookscales trying to bring up the subject, but kept getting incomplete answers and subject-changes. 
She just wished for one day—even to meet her father, whom Clay described as ferocious, in that meeting—to meet her family other than her sister. 
***
“Oh, get up!” Bookscales poked a dragonet who is still sleeping. The dragonet’s antennae drooped onto her horns sleepily. “Even if we live at Sanctuary you’re not supposed to act like this is your sanctuary!”
“Oh um, yeah,” Deathrain sighed in her sleep, “I wanna pick strawberries.” 
Strawberries? Bookscales practically drew a question mark on her face. 
“Not strawberry, Sanctuary!” Bookscales corrected, annoyed.
“Yeah, strawberries, my very favourite.” Deathrain said loftily. Her antennae perked up subtly, away from the horns it were rested on a minute ago. 
Bookscales noticed and said, “Yeah, you are awake, aren’t you? Quit trying to trick me. It doesn’t work. ”
Deathrain flipped out of her bed. “Okay, I admit I’m awake. Yes, I was trying to play a prank on you. But c’mon, not falling for any pranks is bad. Anyways, what is it, Bookscales?”
Bookscales sighed. It was one week away from their metamorphosis, and Bookscales was scared. Deathrain will have hers one hour earlier than Bookscales, which made Bookscales a little more comfortable. We don’t need a metamorphosis, we can already fly. True, they can pretty much fly, but with their delicate little angel wings, they can barely make out any long-distance flying. She’ll have nothing to do for 2 weeks, day and night, except sitting in her tiny confined cocoon and stare at the walls of it. 
“Oh. Our metamorphosis is next week.” She tried to say it casually, and then quickly added, “And, we’re getting new dragons in our winglet and we aren’t going to be Clawmates anymore.”
“Yeah I know the new-dragons-in-winglet thing, but I don’t entirely support the not-clawmates-anymore thing.” 
Bookscales tried to smile. After all of her overthinking, she couldn’t. It would be even harder to hide her secrets when they have different clawmates. Great, She thought, and the consequences end up as being praised and watched and never be able to do a thing. Just like the current “fake” Continent Dragonets. 
“You signed up for battle training, right?” Deathrain said eagerly, waving up her talons to make a combat position. 
“Yeah, of course. Do you expect me not for one of my favourite classes?” Bookscales said. “Oh, and by the way, Sunny wants you to go to the Infirmary, aka Health Cave after lunch.” 
“What for?” 
Bookscales didn’t know. “A meeting, I think. Maybe it’s the current place where you guys could be private. ” She admitted what she thought. 
“Hmm.” Deathrain wasn’t convinced. 
“C’mon, let’s go to school.” Bookscales assured. Then they changed their appearance into their “school identities”. 
At the front of the school, they saw Fatespeaker standing beside Sunny, clown-smiling at them with a hint of surprise in her eyes. Bookscales looked down, only to see her skyfire rattling against her chest. 
Oh, She remembered. Can’t read minds here. 
She especially wanted to. But… I have to hide it. 
Fatespeaker reminded Deathrain, “Ya have to go to Health Cave this afternoon, remember?” If Bookscales saw right, Fatespeaker was winking the tiniest bit. 
“Uh huh.” Deathrain said innocently, shuffling dirt between her legs with her front talons. 
Sunny said excitedly, like she always does, “Come in!”
Fatespeaker added with a loud whisper, “On a side note, do you like the banner? I made it!”
“Sure.” Bookscales said awkwardly, looking at the badly painted banner. The banner has rough, wobbly writing that said: Welcome back, students! The other parts of the banner had talonprints with way too much paint on it. Well, maybe not. 
They raced to the Winglet Cave. On the door a banner was swinging that said the cave was reserved, right now, for the Amulet Winglet. Bookscales trotted in as though it was the best day of her life, quickly followed by Deathrain, who had an unreadable expression on her face. 
Tsunami was shouting to an IceWing dragonet at the very end of the cave, “STOP! Frostice, you are not fighting with a friend.” While marching after him, she bumped into the crystal stand and all the crystals fell over. 
“How do you know she’s a friend?” Frostice challenged, scraping the floor underneath him. He eyed the orange-blue SeaWing loathsomely. “Her tribe killed my grandmother and grandfather during the war.” He narrowed his eyes at her.
“THAT WAR IS OVER!” Tsunami howled, agitated. “WE’RE NOT HERE TO RESTART THE WAR! THE PHYYRHIAN TRIBES ARE UNITED, FIGHTING PANTALAN DRAGONS TOGETHER!” 
“Thanks.” The SeaWing stepped forward with her webbed, orange talons, right after Tsunami was done scolding Frostice (in a very not responsible way) . Her fin shone under sunlight a shiny blue. Her wings folded in, but for one second, Bookscales got a peek of her dull, light-blue inside of wings. “Please do not pick on me. It’s not my fault they killed your family.” She lifted her snout, as if she was royalty, to stare at the IceWing. Frostice glared back, his icy eyes pinning into the SeaWing. 
“You! Stop-” Tsunami was about to roar at Frostice again, until she noticed Bookscales’ and Deathrain’s presence. Her voice came a bit softer. “Welcome to your new winglet, Bookscales and Deathrain. You’re kinda late. ” 
“Of-of course,” Bookscales responded politely, eyeing Deathrain to do the same. Deathrain ignored her and scanned the cave. 
“Everyone!” Tsunami clapped her wings, shouting at the SeaWing, Frostice, and an unfamiliar dark-coloured SandWing (hybrid?). The dragonets, unwillingly, got up and went to their spaces in their circle. 
Once everyone was gathered around Tsunami in a circle, she said loudly, “Everybody, this is Bookscales and Deathrain. Bookscales is an e-” she stopped herself just in time, winking at Bookscales. “-a SilkWing-RainWing, and Deathrain is a RainWing-NightWing. Introduce yourselves. ” 
“Hello,” Bookscales said carefully, searching for facts that doesn’t reveal her personal identity, “My name is Bookscales and I’m a SilkWing-RainWing. Eh… My metamorphosis is coming up. And um… I love to read books, and my favourite classes are Combat and History.” 
After Bookscales finished, Tsunami gestured Frostice—who sat on the left of Bookscales, scratching a pole right behind him viciously—to introduce himself. He groaned hatefully and spit out a few words, “My name is Frostice and I hate SeaWings. You probably know why already. ” Tsunami managed to only roll her eyes at him. Yeah, great sum up, Bookscales thought sarcastically. 
“I’m Seahorse, but you could call me Sea or Rea, I’m fine with both,” Seahorse started immediately. “I am a SeaWing, obviously. The best part about me is I am an animus. My favourite snack is mini dried fish with salt, and my favourite main course is definitely leaf-covered trout. I love to party, any kind of party is fine, and I love lake parties especially. And-” 
“Okay,” Tsunami interrupted, “We need to give some time to Deathrain and Darksand before the winglet meet-up ends, don’t we?” Seahorse nodded. The SandWing’s name is Darksand? Bookscales wondered. 
“Name’s Sand. I’m a SandWing-NightWing.” Darksand shifted her legs. The colours on her body were much like a HiveWings’, having splashes of black placed onto a pale yellow-coloured body. 
“Anything else?” Tsunami inquired. “Favourite food, hobby, or person? Loyal to?” She smiled an encouraging smile, accidentally scratching the bullskin carpet underneath her. Darksand shook her head rapidly as if there was a bug on her snout, and looked back onto the floor. 
“That means-” Tsunami paused unnaturally. “Deathrain?” 
“ ’Kay,” Deathrain spoke while rolling her eyes at Bookscales. “Hello, everyone of this… Winglet, I guess. My name’s Deathrain, just Deathrain though, because I don’t like nicknames.” Bookscales was kind of uneasy about the tension she had in her introduction, unsure of what Deathrain will say. “I kinda like combat, and I don’t exactly like sitting around doing nothing,” Bookscales was sure Deathrain was shrugging mentally.  
Phew, Bookscales chuckled quietly. 
“Um…” Tsunami hesitated awkwardly. “You know what, best solution, let’s go to the underground lake.” 
“Since when did it change from hunting?” Deathrain giggled to Bookscales quietly. 
“Since now,” Tsunami hollered, which made Deathrain jump. “C’mon, let’s go! I’m deadly serious!” 
In front of them, Darksand and Seahorse shared a laugh while walking a bit behind Tsunami. So some of them already have friends, Bookscales drooped. She scurried behind Deathrain, who joined in with Sand and Sea to laugh. Sand and Sea? They sound like perfect clawmates. Like counterparts of each other, or soulmates. But me? Bookscales ran to catch up to them. I’m the left-out. I can barely catch up with the talk-of-the-day. Bookscales tried to switch herself into a more positive perspective. Moon popped into her head. But I’m like Moon. Eventually the whole winglet will become friends. That made her feel a lot better. She smiled weakly, watching Deathrain telling jokes and laughing along with Darksand and Seahorse. 
“Here we are!” Tsunami shouted, making sure all of them heard her. “The biggest and most versatile underground pool ever!” 
“Great.” Frostice grumbled sarcastically. “Tell me more.” Yes please, Bookscales squealed excitedly in her brain. 
“Of course!” Tsunami sounded like a dragonet. “Hop on in before I start!” 
Bookscales stretched her wings before carefully skipping into the pool. She relaxed under the surface while Tsunami briefly told them the pool’s changing temperature around the year. “Listen,” Tsunami stared at the winglet. “Don’t ask any questions. I hate answering them ‘cause I don’t know how to.” She spat, suddenly angry. “Go ask Starflight and his weirdly obsessed brain.” She finished up. 
Starflight doesn’t have a weirdly obsessed brain. Bookscales thought with hurt. But. She stamped on her other talon. What would Moon do? Bookscales let herself float back to the surface of the water. Option 1. Be the shy Moon and let it go. It doesn’t hurt. She kind of liked that idea, but she wasn’t sure she could justify it. Okay. Option 2. Be the now Moon and calmly stand up for Starflight. She definitely didn’t like the idea of this one. Worst thing, I have to provide proof! She pulled herself out of the lake and shook the water off her scales. But also, have to act like a dragonet of destiny here. She hated all of it. Destiny, role model, herself. 
“I'll announce your clawmates now,” Tsunami called cheerfully. No... Wait, did I miss her explanation? Bookscales’ mind was clogged with unpleasant thoughts. She followed after Tsunami as she walked back to the caves. “Deathrain, you’re with Frostice.” Frostice narrowed his eyes into little slits, while Deathrain had some serious issues breathing. “Darksand, Seahorse-” The two giggled delightfully. “-and Bookscales.” The pair stopped laughing and smiled warmly at Bookscales. Bookscales looked over to Deathrain, who already shrugged it all off. 
Well, Bookscales thought while stopping in front of the Winglet Cave. Never mind.
== Chapter 2 ==
Bookscales joined Seahorse and Darksand as they went to their sleeping cave. Seahorse was chatting along as Darksand just stayed quiet and giggled. Bookscales felt awkward beside the bonded friends, but she just walked along. 
“Hey Bookscales,” Sea said sweetly, “Do you wanna come along for our adventure?” 
“To where?” Bookscales was confused. She continued flapping her wings to the direction of the sleeping cave. Should I have been following along the conversation? 
“Hehe,” Darksand whispered, still a bit shy, “To the underground statue place.” 
“She meant the place where the animus-smashed statue is kept.” Sea budged in, hoping she answered some questions. This time, she steered her wings a bit till it pointed to a tunnel. 
“Uh,” Bookscales considered. She wasn’t sure. Wasn’t that place off bounds? Would it be fun? “I… guess.” 
“Eek!” Seahorse screamed excitedly, “BDFF! Best dragon-friends forever!” Oh brother, Bookscales groaned. Why did I accept a chance only to defy rules? 
“Let’s go then,” Sand said in the tiniest voice. 
“NOW?!” Bookscales screamed rudely. Oops, be Moon, and calm down. She released her breath and slowly inhaled. “I mean, right now?” 
“Sand, stop being so excited,” Seahorse told Darksand. “No. Later today, when the teachers go on dinner break.” 
“Having cows, probably,” Bookscales tried to joke. “That was what the senior dragonets of destiny ate everyday in their ‘prison’.” 
Seahorse giggled while Darksand just stared at her like she was joking. Bookscales quickly asked, “What’s wrong with cows?” 
“They deserve justice,” Darksand said darkly before turning around abruptly and leaving. 
Was it just me, or did I see her eating cows just before meet-up started? Bookscales wondered with a creepy feeling in her scales. 
Bookscales brushed it off. She probably just ate the cow and then felt bad for doing so. But speaking of dragons, where is Deathrain? 
Bookscales attempted to sneak out of the door of the sleeping cave without Seahorse noticing. Well, it didn’t look like it worked. 
“Hey,” Sea bounced up from her sitting position. “Where are you going?” 
Thaaat definitely didn’t work. Bookscales sighed and stepped back. 
“To find Deathrain,” Bookscales explained. Would Moon also explain? Yeah, she probably would. 
“I think she got dragged to the health cave by Frostice.” Sea laughed. 
Frostice? Bookscales was visibly confused, but Sea wasn’t good at spotting emotions, it looked. Why would Frostice drag Deathrain to the health cave? 
“Thanks,” Bookscales nodded rapidly as she ran out of the sleeping cave. 
Let’s see… Where is the health cave? Bookscales stopped before a two-way path. Her antennae perched up as she felt Deathrain’s presence on the left path. 
Bookscales shrugged and followed the path. The path was dirty, and Bookscales can feel dust kicked up every step she takes. She was too focused to notice that her scales turned to SeaWing scales. Her SilkWing underscales shifted to a much lighter, and more turquoise color. The upperscales turned into fins, and her biolumiscent scales activated. Hmm… Where is the health cave? 
When she noticed, it was too late. Wait a minute… 
“Whoa,” A familiar voice gaped behind Bookscales. “That’s coool. How? Why?” 
“Um,” Bookscales scratched her head, trying to act confused. “I don’t know.” Why Seahorse? 
“Got you!” The voice screamed victory.
Bookscales turned around. Now she was actually confused, until… 
“Deathrain!” Bookscales shook her head. I was so scared, I thought someone actually discovered me. I thought Seahorse caught up-
“Ye-ep, it’s m-me,” Deathrain hollered with laughter, rolling on the ground. 
I wish I know what she’s thinking. Then we’ll get to laugh together, just like when we were young dragonets. Bookscales stood there, looking at Deathrain, who is comically rolling on the dirt-covered path. Nope, don’t think that. Bookscales chuckled awkwardly, while Deathrain’s laugh slowly drifted. You have to be like Moon. Like Moonwatcher. You have to. Bookscales mind suddenly switched against itself. But it’s easy to know what she’s thinking! I just need to take off my Skyfire! 
“I met Sunny.” Deathrain said, shattering the silence. 
“Oh,” Bookscales responded automatically. “What happened?” 
“She told me that she’ll offer us a place beside the school for our metamorphosis,” Deathrain said, focusing her eyes on Bookscales’ face. 
“Really?!” Bookscales’ eyes brightened, and her snout curved up into a smile. This is gonna be as safe as it’ll ever get. 
“Yeah,” Deathrain smiled, giving a I-know-you were-gonna-do-that-I-win-the-bet face. 
“Oh, and,” Bookscales remembered Sea’s invitation. “Sea slash Rea asked if you wanted to come check out the broken statue.”
“Isn’t that cave locked?” Deathrain changed into an unreadable expression. “But, yes, I will go.”
My business is done. Bookscales nodded back explicitly. 
== Chapter 3 ==
“Umm…” Seahorse stammered, looking uncomfortable, “We decided to… Not go. Maybe because it’s… a little too late in the terms of time for this lil’ soldier.” Seahorse gestured to Darksand. “What can I say? I have to stay with her.” She shrugged. 
Darksand nodded meekly, making an effort to pull Seahorse out of her place. “Good luck!” They chimed on their way out. Bookscales swore she heard them giggling quietly.
These traitors. Bookscales sighed while standing like a stone statue
“C’mon, let’s go.” Deathrain tugged on Bookscales’ wings with a smug expression on her face. 
“Wait, we are?” Bookscales panicked frantically.
What in the world? Deathrain, of all dragons, are trying to pull me along? Bookscales attempt to pry open her frantically thinking mind. 
“Yep, no protests, we’re going.” Deathrain smiled, leaving a hint of amusement hanging around her face. 
“No, we are not,” Bookscales said sternly, taking a subtle step away from Deathrain. “We’re decidedly not.” 
“Yep, we’re on it.” Deathrain grabbed Bookscales by the small left feathered wing and dragged her out of the room. 
***
“Tell me this is a bad idea.” Bookscales sighed, following after Deathrain. “We shouldn’t do this if you don’t want to get our heads blasted off by a booby trap and say, ‘Whoops-y daisies!’ Like what. Is. Wrong. With. You.” I don’t want to lose another member of this already limited family we have, and, much worse, lose myself. 
“No regrets,” Deathrain said sternly, skipping ahead like she was going on a field trip expedition. 
I definitely have regrets, Bookscales walked humbly after Deathrain, trying to catch up with the skipping Deathrain.
The cave was big. REALLY big. It was dimly lit with some lanterns hanging on the sides of the tunnel, but other than that, it was a purely natural cave. Bookscales regretted what she had pulled herself into. 
“So,” Bookscales rolled her eyes, “First question, how in the moons are we going to get there? Second, how are you sure that the scene I mentioned is not going to happen? Third…”
Deathrain turned briefly and then turned back and kept walking. “First answer,” She imitated with a squeaky voice. That did not sound like me at all, Bookscales thought, Rude. “We are going to get there through the tunnels. Second, the scene you mentioned is not going to happen, I made sure. Third…”
Bookscales clenched her snout with her left talon in frustration, practically screaming in her head, I HATE YOU MOONLESS LIZARD! YOU’RE SUCH A COPY-DRAGON WORM!
After her thoughts, it was all silence. All Bookscales could hear was their clear and sharp talonsteps echoing around the tunnels, and the peaceful yet unnerving sizzling sounds of the flamesilk in the lanterns. These tunnels possibly lead us back up to the Winglet Cave. She tried to distract herself with things she felt happy about. And when we come up, we would see ALL my favorite things! 
The attempted positive outlook didn’t help Bookscales, opposing Kinkajou, the art teacher’s ideas and tips. Her mind was still clogged with worried, anxious thoughts, while those fake positive thoughts were as small as the size of a baby scavenger. Well, baby scavengers sure are cute, She forced more of the fake thoughts into her brain, which lead to it disappearing in about a second or so. 
You’re not going to survive. She was not sure what she thought about it, but it felt terrible. But her mind kept going. You’ll die in about a snowflake of a second and then no one will be there to remember you. That was almost at the brink of existence. She felt her anxiousness as an ice shard like the one Icicle threw down. She felt it of hatred, yet she was not sure what she was hating. She was hating the unpleasant feeling that she might just die. Might just die today, or tomorrow, or even in the next hour. She felt the hatred her mother had, those late-night fights where it felt like their whole life objective was the shouting match, and the land was their arena. Those nights where they were supposed to be asleep, instead, she stood at the opening of their sleeping cave listening to their fight. She didn’t remember. As much as she wanted to, her mind engraved the memories in words instead of pictures. The words that killed their relationship, the words that killed the family as a whole. The words that led her to end up at her grandmother’s house who died the next day they were put there. 
Clack, clack. Bookscales wasn’t sure if it was the piercing sound of their talonsteps, or the anxiousness that she was following someone who is completely reckless, that make her mind jumble the most. Both counts, Bookscales decided in an attempt to clear her mind of overthinking. Instead of doing that, it hurt her head even more. 
“Weirdo,” Deathrain muttered under her breath.
Bookscales was shocked to the point that she wanted to hit her head against a tree and not hear that again. “Whaddya shay?” Her words tripped over each other, resulting in a jumbled mess of incoherent words. 
“I can practically hear your furious, overboard thinking.” Deathrain shrugged, her talons still gripping against the hard rocky floor underneath her and pushing her forward. “It’s not that scary, is it? To visit a statue that has literally long been smashed?” She hesitated, then stopped walking. 
Yet this is teasing I have to deal with Every. Single. Day. Bookscales couldn’t stand it. It was driving her crazy, and at this moment of her life, crazier than ever. She was filled with an anxious soul that seemed to pump up with every thought that she makes. 
“Actually, it is a magic statue that might still be alive,” Bookscales countered, taking a step closer to threaten Deathrain. 
“Alrighty, dragon.” Deathrain’s voice maintained a cold, emotionless pitch. It was almost as all the other pitches suddenly disappeared from her vocal cord. Bookscales felt a chilly and rapid coldness pierce through her spine as the monotone voice came out of Deathrain’s mouth. She might fall from the best music student to the least if she keeps using that pitch. Well, she might have to consider taking the Actor’s Forum class instead. Bookscales tried more of the cheery method, though it failed as the soul pumped up a little more. “C’mon. Quit moping about it and let’s go.”
I am NOT moping! Bookscales’ head was even more furious than her appearance shows. She was about to protest again when Deathrain forcefully muffled her mouth and dragged her by her snout.
It was a while after Deathrain let go of Bookscales. “Don’t say anything from now on, or else, I’ll do that again.” Deathrain admonished, watching Bookscales almost fall to the ground. Bookscales stabbed her front paws into the ground, but it eventually slid off the hard rocks and she tripped. 
She was about to apologize, but then realized Deathrain’s words and slapped her snout with her front talon. Deathrain gave another warning-like look before exclaiming, “We’re here! Orrr… at least I think we are.” 
Bookscales was about to reach for the door when she heard talonsteps. She frantically pushed the door but it didn’t budge. It got faster and louder by the second. Sunny? Clay? Tsunami? We’re going to be in trouble! She clutched Deathrain and loudly whispered, “We have to hide!”
We have to hide. We have to hide. We have to hide. The footsteps approached them
The figure was a hooded dragon. They appeared to be quite small in size, though with big wings and a short snout. Its talons clawed into the dirt every step they took, but the talonprints disappeared right after it was made. We’re dealing with an animus situation, she clutched her front leg with the other. The hooded dragon pushed the door open with ease and disappeared into the cave. 
“Where’s Stonemover? Is he still inside the cave?” Deathrain asked with an alarmed tone in her voice. 
“I don’t know! Does it matter?” Bookscales shot back. Does Deathrain even care? Does she even care about this? Does she care, the unsympathetic self she is, about someone and something insignificant?
“Yes, it does! The safety of the statue depends on Stonemover!” Deathrain furled and unfurled her front leg. She stared at Bookscales with determined eyes. “And if Stonemover isn’t…”
Bookscales was sure something was different about Deathrain at this second. Something empathetic, something surely that was inside of this reckless, adventure-loving dragonet. 
“You think the hooded dragon has to do with the statue? How do you know so?” Bookscales questioned with doubt. 
“If they do, then it’s big trouble! Not for us, of course, but the statue… It’s harmful!” Deathrain pressed. “And in this situation, we don’t even know the hooded dragon!”
“So what do we do in this? We have no say!”
“Yes, we do! We come tomorrow at dinner break, and then, we watch for the night. It doesn’t matter that we skip the first class two days later, Bookscales.”
“But-”
“Mark my words, Bookscales. Studying isn’t important when we have the fate of a whole tribe on our hands.”
(I have not updated since last year xd but i just lost my motivation-)
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