Whirlpool x Moray

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NOTE: This is a shipfic and it is merely for entertainment purposes. It is only a theory of what might have happened. (I apologize if my grammar is off, I write a lot when I'm tired.) PLEASE DON'T EDIT.
PROLOGUE
Whirlpool stared at his talons, his mind spinning. He could still feel the electricity streaking through his scales. He really hadn’t thought Anemone had it in her. He hadn’t thought she had the violence to well…throw another dragon into a hoard of electric eels. Slightly relieved by the fact he wasn’t dead, he thought back to his earliest training sessions with Anemone. She was barely old enough to know what she was saying let alone understand the impact behind the words she said. Which was why he had told her to enchant a scroll to have the same effects as animus magic through the words that were written on it. This wasn’t his own idea of course, but rather something he had read in a very ancient scroll he had found dated back to the Seawing Fathom. He was happy however, that the Queen had never found the old dusty scroll sitting buried in the sands of the Island Palace ruins. How and why it was there, he would never know. All he knew is that if the Queen had gotten her claws on the scroll, it wouldn’t be just Anemone with animus powers. The scroll was dated back to the time of Fathom, and his murderous grandfather, Albatross. The scroll appeared to be a common diary at first glance. Each entry seemed to be about Fathom, although none of them were titled. Most of the scroll was useless and told stories about Fathom’s day to day life with his children and another Seawing named Indigo who appeared to be his mate. However, some were recollections to his past and one in particular spoke of an enchanted scroll which could recreate the powers of animus magic. He pushed the idea to the back of his mind for a while, since after all, it wasn’t like he was capable of creating one on his own. Then one day Anemone was born and turned out to be an animus. That’s when the idea finally resurfaced. He had an animus. So why couldn’t he create his own animus scroll?  After she had enchanted the scroll he wrote his first spell. Nothing harmful. He wasn’t a mean dragon. At least, he didn’t use to be. 
Enchant Anemone the Seawing to forget about enchanting this scroll, he wrote. Just in case. After that he had been nervous about living so near an Animus dragon so he finally enchanted himself so that he could have no spell cast on him without his own consent. He also enchanted his scales to be impervious to harm. He couldn’t be sure that Anemone wouldn’t enchant something to impale him someday. Then, right before he had been nearly murdered by Anemone, he had been thinking of how to write a spell for his beloved.
Moray, he thought, and felt his scales grow warm again.
CHAPTER 1
Whirlpool had spent another uneventful day sitting in the back of the library. The day hadn't been dull. Maybe it was a bit slow, but Whirlpool was fine with that. Either way, it wasn’t like he was anyone important or anything like that. He was just your average read all day and then go home to a family who wished that you had never been born, kind of a dragon. He often wished his family loved him. But they didn’t and Whirlpool just accepted that as his fate. After all, life was not a storybook. There were often days, however, when he was sitting alone in the library and he would hear Queen Coral reading aloud to Gill and it was all he could do not to wish for anyone to love him at all. By then he had always buried his snout in another scroll of animus legends or brave heroes to crowd out the hateful echoes in his head. If only things were different. If only he had been someone else. Shadows were finally forming on the sheer cliffside walls of the summer palace when Whirlpool slid his scroll onto a shelf and readied himself to go home. He fastened his leather bag around his neck and launched himself off the pavilion and into the air. He felt the wind ripple gently beneath his wings and breathed in the rejuvenating scent of salt and sea which constantly glided around the island as if propelled by wings of its own. In spite of the calming sea air that surrounded him, Whirlpool let out a sigh of desperation. He wondered if things would ever change. He doubted that they could. A gasping sob rang through the air and for a moment, Whirlpool wondered if he had started crying. Then he realized that the sound had not come from him. Looking around he spotted a lone dragon sitting on an outcropping above one of the waterfalls. Her pale gray and green scales glimmered in the sunlight and shimmering tears rolled softly down her snout as she stared into the canopy. Whirlpool’s heart twisted in sympathy. He understood exactly how she felt. Quietly, so as not to startle the crying seawing, he landed on the ledge next to her. She immediately spun to face him, a look of hurt and fear painted on her features. 	
“What do you want?” she said, as if she was trying to sound defensive but couldn’t muster the strength.
“Are-are you alright?” he stuttered, his shy and reclusive nature kicking in at the worst possible moment. The dragon looked down at her talons and swallowed hard, blinking a few times before turning to face Whirlpool again.
“N-no,” she finally admitted. “It’s my father. Commander Shark,” she said, meeting his eyes for the first time.
“Commander Shark is your father?” Whirlpool nearly gasped. She nodded, turning away again.
“That’s crazy!” he said in awe. “That means you’re Her Majesty’s niece! You’re practically in line for the throne!”
“But that’s exactly the problem!” she flared, whipping around suddenly. “That’s all Shark wants me for! ‘Moray, don’t forget you’re first in line for the throne.’ ‘Moray, remember you’ll have to rule the kingdom someday.’ That’s all he ever says to me! He even wants me to try to get rid of-”she cut herself off suddenly and wrapped her talons around her snout, her eyes widening.
“What?” Whirlpool asked, fear rising in his stomach.
“I wasn’t supposed to tell you,” she whispered. “You weren’t supposed to know.”
Whirlpool just stared, unable to find anything to say.
“Shark wants me to get rid of King Gill,” she said, staring straight at the stone beneath her claws, tears welling in her eyes again.
“Why?” Whirlpool cried, a sickly feeling pushing into his chest.
“He doesn’t want any more eggs. He knows none of the Queen's daughters have survived yet, but he still doesn’t want to risk it.”
Whirlpool nearly stumbled off the ledge and pressed a talon to his head to keep it from spinning.
“My own father wants to use me!” Moray sobbed, collapsing into her wings. Whirlpool felt a sudden surge of boldness and he gently extended his wing over Moray before speaking.
“We won’t let him,” Whirlpool said, quietly.
“What?” she whimpered, looking up at Whirlpool. Glistening tears left crystalline trails on her face and her eyes glimmered hopefully in the fading sun.
“I’ll help you,” he said, feeling his own eyes well up with tears of pity.
“But how?”
“I’ll find a way. Don’t worry,” he said, hoping he wasn’t just telling this beautiful silver dragon a comforting lie.
“I-I,” Moray started and then wrapped her wings around him shuddering in relief. Whirlpool felt as if the sun had filled his heart and he no longer cared what his family thought of him. His only obligation now was to help the sad and lonely dragon that his wings were wrapped around.
It didn’t take Shark long to find out, especially once his daughter began disappearing for long hours at a time. Whirlpool soon found himself confronted in a corridor by the huge Commander. Glancing over his shoulder Whirlpool faintly wondered if there was any way he could escape this conversation. Probably not.
“I know what you’re up to,” Shark hissed, blowing breath that smelled strongly of fish in Whirlpool's face.
“And what would that be?” he countered, standing his ground.
”You have no right to be messing around with my daughter you eel-eating scum!” Shark thundered.
”I-I don’t,” Whirlpool stammered, trying to come up with something logical. “What if I make you a deal?” he blurted.
”Like what?”
”What-um- what if I make sure she remains the only heir?” Whirlpool bit down hard on his tongue. Had he really just said that?
”That might work,” Shark murmured thoughtfully.
Wait, Whirlpool wanted to cry out. He hadn’t meant it! But still.. a small part of him knew he couldn’t take it back. Besides, by doing this… he would be keeping Moray out of any danger herself. In fact, she didn’t even need to know.
“Fine,” Shark hissed after a long moment of silence. “You dispose of the heirs, (I honestly don’t care how you chose to), and I won’t bother you about this again. Deal?”
Whirlpool tried to stop himself, tried to scream at his conscience, but he found himself nodding at Shark, his scales flashing in compliance. “But they’re innocent dragonets!” part of his brain cried. Then, Whirlpool jolted with realization. Shark had said he could do this HOWEVER HE WANTED. Which meant he didn’t exactly have to slaughter baby princesses. He could just make them… disappear. He jerked out of his thought train just in time to see Shark’s murky gray tail vanish around the corner. Well, whatever happened next, it was too late to back out now.
CHAPTER 2
”You want me to act, “unsuspicious”? Whirlpool, is that even a word?” Moray questioned arching her brows.
”Maybe, maybe not. But that point is, you probably have been acting suspicious towards Coral-ahem- Queen Coral, lately due to your uh- you know- situation,” he explained staring meaningfully at her. Moray shrugged.
”So? It’s too late now. If she doesn’t trust me now she won’t trust me ever. Anyways, it’s not like I want to be Queen. Surely she can see I’m not a real threat.”
Whirlpool coughed uncomfortably, trying to clear his throat of the guilty reside which always clung to his airway. 
“Still, could it really hurt to at least be in good relations with Her Majesty?”
”If I’m being a tail-kisser about it, then yes,” Moray snapped.
”Could you at least do it for me?” he pleaded. All the horrible scenarios, of what would happen if one of the eggs in the hatchery were to go mysteriously missing and Moray was the first suspect, were marauding through his head over and over. “Please?” he choked. Moray looked into his eyes and must’ve seen the urgency there since she sighed and shrugged her shoulders in defeat.
”Fine. I’ll try to seem UNSUSPICIOUS if that pleases you,” she said, a flash of humor sparkling in her eyes.
Whirlpool smiled, and Moray smiled back twining her tail with his.
"I was going to going swimming out by the reef today," Moray said after a moment, giving Whirlpool a significant look. It took Whirlpool a moment to realize this was an invitation to spend time together. Whirlpool coughed hesitantly.
"Well, actually I was going to... visit the garden in the Deep Palace. My brother is among the wounded there," Whirlpool hedged, hoping Moray couldn't hear how his voice was shaking. It wasn't like everything he said was a lie. He really was going to the Deep Palace and his stupid brother really was in the Garden of the Wounded. He just wasn't going to see his brother. The truth was that he was going to see the jeweler that resided in the Deep Palace and place an order for a bracelet for Moray. After all the whole point of a surprise is that the other dragon doesn't know what's really going on.
"Oh," Moray mumbled seeming a bit disappointed. "Alright."
"I'll go with you tomorrow though," he blurted.
"No, I said it's fine. I'm busy tomorrow anyways," she snapped, pulling away from Whirlpool and putting an end to the conversation.
She'll forgive me when she sees the bracelet, Whirlpool thought, only slightly consoled by the idea.
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