The Re-Emergence

AN: This takes place in an alternate universe where Jerboa III didn"t enchant animus magic out of existance.
== Chapter 1: The Vision ==
=== Torquata ===
Torquata paced in his Visionary Room, waiting for a vision. Yarn-linked pieces of paper he had a helper draw were all over the room. Each main timeline had its board. According to his assistant, seven boards connected with numerous strands of white yarn lined the room. The mountain on his head grew more extensive. It was so close! All he had to do was receive a shed of Fate's scale to analyse, and this prophecy headache would be over and done!
"Whoa, honey! It looks like a dragonet moved in! Are you alright?" his mate, Chaosclaws, barged in and commented. 
"Vision analysis is a very messy process," Torquata reminded him, then answered, "And no. I've had this prophecy headache for a while!"
"Well, knowing you, you can do this!" he encouraged, kissing him. 
Torquata couldn't help but laugh at his lover's antics, especially when he revealed his inner sweetheart only to him and Dumbo, Chaosclaws's former brother-in-law and best friend. 
"Why don't you take a break, hun? You've been going at this vision for almost three hours. Minds don't work best under constant stress," he suggested, laughing at his rhyme.
Well, I do have most of my visions outside of this room, he reasoned, then agreed, suggesting they watch a play. Well, Chaos would watch, and Torquata would listen.
Chaos grabbed Torquata's talon and placed it on his, sensing a smile. Torq smiled with Chaos as they walked out of the room to watch/listen to the play. On the way there, Torquata went into his lover's mind. Unsurprisingly, he got whisked into a deep, forest fantasy. Rainforest life went by him, going about their normal "lives". Something perched where he sat. He touched it, and bubbles burst out of it, becoming thoughts. This one was him eating a tomato by accident, almost killing him. That was when they found out about his new-found tomato allergy.
"Hey, Torq," something greeted him, spooking him.
He looked around to find out what spooked him, only for something to grab him and place his hand on something fluffy. Oh, a parrot. His lover was talking through a parrot. He greeted him back, smiling both out of embarrassment and relief. Chaos mentioned that they were in the concessions. Torquata nodded and exited his mind by blinking rapidly three times.
They were watching the play on Darkstalker's demise when Torquata winced. Great. That venom of a headache was back, except that the mountain on his head got shoved on him instead of being eased on. Both sucked, but the former was worse. It was like being slashed by IceWing talons. He rubbed his temples, desperate for this vision to come.
Chaos kissed him on his under-chin area, then snuggled up to Torquata until his snout tickled his neck. The play played in the background while Torquata's sweetheart was trying not to fall asleep, his eyelids drooping down then spiking back up. Eventually, he gave up, his eyelids drooping down and staying closed. Then, light snores came out with the occasional word or two. Still, that headache plagued Torquata.
Of course, it was. Torquata had to look into the room to retrieve this prophecy. He sighed, activated his magic, and opened his mind to a room. It was full of glowing strands, from some thinner than scavenger hairs to thicker than a tree trunk. Timelines. Now, he just needed to find a flickering one. That one was where his prophecy was stored. All he needed to do was touch it to retrieve the vision.  
After hours of searching, he came to a durian-sized strand flickering like a faulty light. Bingo! But something was off. Why was an average timeline worthy of a prophecy? Normally, prophetic timelines were about orca-sized, so why was this so important? He followed the timeline to where it stopped. Timelines never stopped unless there was no way out of it. He glanced at it, then did a double-take. This timeline's end was the size of the Claws of the Clouds Mountains!
He touched it, and visions of a black plant reappearing in Pyrrhia flashed through his mind. It was trying to take over his fellow dragons, but someone stepped in. Using his skills, he sent the black plant back where it came from, forever burning the bridge between Pyrrhia and the deep ocean. But, this hero faded into nothing, his heroism being passed on to somewhere. 
Torquata snapped back into the physical room, shot up, waking Chaos, and was Fate's voice, prophesying,
An enemy in a slumber
Ground shifts in his wake
Igniting fear in the queens
All dragons are at stake
There, he must decide
Bow down or fight back
Then, and only then,
Will the plant not attack
Torquata collapsed, knackered. Visions always made him feel like that. As his vision faded to black, he kept thinking about the relief he felt when his head returned to normal. 
== Chapter 2: The Awakening ==
=== Chaosclaws ===
He held his unconscious mate in his talons, a smile on their snouts. That headache was probably over now he got that prophecy out! Still, it unnerved him, especially the first part. Seriously?! An entire ground shifting when this enemy reawakened?! All dragons were at stake?! Three moons, what did Torquata just see?! Or, prophecise, to be more accurate. Still!
The play stopped and Chaos jumped, then bolted to Cosmos. Cosmos could decipher prophecies, so, by order of King Deathbringer, all visions had to be reported to Cosmos so preventative measures could be set in place. He knocked three times on Cosmos's door, then whistled three times: two long, one short. The whistle pattern was code for one word: prophecy. They rarely happened, but visions were vital to the Night/Rainwing way of life. 
"I'm sorry, Chaosclaws, but Cosmos is off on a meeting with Alpine, Queen Snowfall's advisor," a guard near Cosmos's room explained.
Chaos groaned, then headed to the Ice Kingdom. It better not be a joke! After a few days, he made a beeline to the meeting room, where Cosmos and Alpine were planning about the alliance and what to do if war started. Chaos cleared his throat, trying to get the Cosmos's attention. 
"Oh, Chaos. What is so essential that you need to interrupt the alliance meeting?" Cosmos questioned, turning to him. 
"He had a vision," Chaosclaws reported. "One where all dragons are at stake. From what I presume, Executioner's returning."
Cosmos's eyes widened. He bolted past Chaos. Chaos ushered Queen Snowfall's advisor to come along. Alpine nodded and followed Chaos, fear flashing in his eyes. Of course, there was one more dragon he had to consult first: Rambutan. Rambutan could be a powerful ally or a terrifying enemy. However, he had severe hemophobia--the fear of blood. Seriously, one drop of blood could make him drop.
He went to a door of three kinds of wood surrounded by four strands of dyed silk as the doorframe. There was birch with a dark blue strand for Dumbo, dark oak with magenta and copper-red strands for Rambutan and Combustion, and oak with a rainbow strand for Apple.
"Rambutan, this is imperative to the rainforest!" he shouted at the door, pounding on the door three times afterwards. "Rambutan! Your sons are at stake as well!" 
The door burst open, barely missing Chaos's face. Rambutan demanded why his sons were at stake. All the colour drained from his face when Chaos revealed that Executioner was coming back. Neither one could read minds, yet they knew one thing: Dumbo had to be protected. He would be the first dragon Executioner would be after. 
The ground shook under them, a menacing aura coming out of every crack. Rambutan slammed the door shut. When Rambutan and Chaos met each others' eyes, there was a fearful glow in Rambutan's eyes. He was terrified, and so was Chaos (it took a lot to scare him).
"Realm shifts in his wake," Chaos repeated. "He's awake."
They burst off, adrenaline gushing through their veins. They ran to three animus-magicked portals from Fulmar's animus-enchanted necklace, seeing Clipper get teleported from Pantala, Venus's sons--Dumbo, Combustion, and Apple-–get teleported from a library where Dumbo was ranting about something, and Cosmos and Alpine from the meeting room. Chaos looked around for Torquata, then remembered that prophecies knocked the futureseeing dragon out.
Oh, what I wouldn't do for Torquata"s foresight and mindreading right now! he groaned. 
"Why are we all here?" Clipper broke the ice, messing with a quartz necklace that Fulmar gave him.
"Torquata prophecised a specific...monster...coming back to, what I can only assume, kill Cosmos, turn you all into his slaves, and reignite his deal with me," Dumbo theorised, breathing deeply to prevent flashbacks of the abuse he endured with the evil dragon.
The ground shook again, harder. A weight dropped from Chaos's throat down to his intestines, tearing his digestive tract on the way down. He started shaking and hissing a bit. Thinking about it, it made sense. He looked at Alpine, and he was hissing as well. He'd laugh and joke about it if he wasn't also hissing as bad. 
"Oh, this is serious," Apple gasped, covering his mouth. "Even Chaosclaws is hissing."
"Of course, Apple," Cosmos commented, voice low with a growl. "E-He's a threat to everyone, especially Dumbo."
"Oh, how I wish Torquata was here!" Clipper worried, pacing. "He could tell us what to do to stop this!"
"Unfortunately, Torquata gets knocked the heck out whenever he prophecises something," Alpine hissed, rolling his eyes like Torquata's after-vision fatigue was his fault.
"Don't blame him! Visions drain his energy!" Chaos defended Torquata.
The ground rumbled like the whole world was being moved. Then, a giant crack appeared on the earth. Dark shadows burst out of the gap. Chaos shot his head upwards to avoid the shadows when all-black dragons with no eyes appeared in the canopy layer. All-black dragons with no eyes. The weight in his gut grew spikes, and it was doing barrel rolls then and there. The all-black dragons with no eyes were about to invade Pyrrhia and Pantala, allowing every soulless dragon access to the Nightwings and Executioner to the only animus. 
"Realm shifts in his wake," Dumbo uttered, his dark blue wings raising. "He's waking up."
== Chapter 3: The End ==
=== Torquata ===
Torquata shot up, dread running through his system. His muscles tensed up with anxiety. That mountain returned, transferring from his head to his gut. His eyes widened. The peak on his abdomen only appeared when his mate was in severe trouble. Accompanied by a pins-and-needles feeling, Chaosclaws wasn't the only one in danger. 
The vision! Torquata concluded. All dragons are at stake! I gotta stop Executioner!
He tore open a portal to the Rainforest/Kingdom of Sand border. His heart pounded and raced at the same time. He jumped through the doorway to the land cracked between Chaosclaws and another dragon (he presumed to be Rambutan) and the other dragons. They all had the same mental emotion: shock and disbelief. He was confused but quickly remembered that prophecies usually knocked him out. 
Then, a large divet appeared in the land, followed by thick, black smog. The smoke turned into a dragon. Considering this evil dragon had a heat signature, it had to be a living dragon. They all knew of the only living evil Hivewing they knew of: Executioner. With Dumbo's calm mind in mayhem now, his suspicions went from sure to air-tight. 
"Well, well, well. Long time no see, dear dragonet of mine," he sneered in that familiar sly tone. "Of course, that would be prevalent for you, considering your blindness."
"What are you doing here?!" Torquata demanded, closing the portal to the Rain/Night village. 
"Is that any way of talking to your family, Stinger?" Executioner tutted, using Torquata's Oracle Name.
"One, my name is Torquata. Two, you're no family of mine. Three, I'm not a dragonet! And four, answer my question!" Torquata screamed, shoving him. 
"You, my dear dragonet. Leave with me, head back to the Oracle, and I'll stay away from your friends, especially Dumbo, for the rest of our lives," he stated, then offered.
The third quarter of my prophecy! It's talking about me! I must choose between going to the Oracle or fighting for my family! Torquata realised. I'm the Chosen Dragon!
"Stinger, you're going to choose your family," Executioner demanded, assuming Torquata was choosing him. 
Please, Torquata. We need you. Chaos pleaded. I need you.
"You're right, Executioner. I'm going to choose my family," Torquata agreed, then declared, ", which is why I challenge you to a Pyresum."
The whole world fell silent when Torquata declared that, but only they knew what it meant to challenge a dragon to that. Pyresum was a life-or-death battle. No one had expected a former Oracle resident to challenge an Oracle leader to a Pyresum outside. 
Dumbo's fearful warning shot through the whispers of uncertainty like a mental lightning bolt, cracking the word: "Don't!"
I'm sorry, Dumbo, but I have to. I need to. For all of dragonkind, Torquata broadcasted to Dumbo while also trying to convince himself that. It's what my prophecy says. I have to fight back against Executioner.
Torquata stated, "May the best dragon win." 
"Of course," Executioner agreed, cocksure that he would win. 
Both dragons backed away from each other and bared their teeth. Torquata struck Executioner in the gut with his tail. His opponent fumbled onto the ground and smacked him with his tail. He stumbled and fell, tripping over a crack. While getting up, Executioner wrapped something with a snakish silhouette around Torquata. 
Fear pulsed through his veins, gushing once Executioner whispered to him, "Long live the saviour," before the "snake" started crushing him, breaking ribs and piercing organs. 
He coughed up something warm and metallic: blood. No. Executioner was winning. No! Executioner leaned in to whisper something. Relying on his instinct, he stung his opponent and emptied his glands of Sandwing venom. 
If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me! he declared once he let go. 
The "snake" let Torquata go, and both Executioner and him collapsed to the ground. It was over. Executioner couldn"t harm anyone ever again. Torquata couldn't be a bridge. Pyrrhia and Pantala was safe from the horrendous Oracle residents. 
No, Torquata! Please don't die on me! I need you! No! Chaos screamed as he sprinted to him. 
"Chaos," Torquata whispered, voice extremely creaky. ", I've been meaning to tell you something."
"What is it?" Chaos wondered, voice breaking. "Tell me."
With the last bit of strength, he brought his hand up to his lover"s face, placed it on his cheek, and said, "I love you."
"I love you, too," Chaos choked up before crying.
Torquata laughed, delirious from blood loss. He leaned his head back, his vision blurring. His tears fell, washing away the blood from his mouth. Taking his final breath, he felt at ease, knowing that the world–that his world–would be safe.
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