The Sinking

Authors Note: this will be a WoF crossover with our world, and yes I am writing this off the very top of my head so enjoy the chaos.
Prologue
"This will change everything," Albatross muttered.
"What was that?" Fathom inquired, tilting his head at his grandfather. The two royal seawings stood silently on the beach, staring out at the sea. Usually Fathom's animus training sessions with his grandfather involved a whole lot more...training. He wasn't entirely sure what Albatross intended to do with the small convex mirror he had cradled in his talons but after the first lecture on holding his tongue Fathom decided to stay silent. Another moment of silence passed and then Albatross let out a sudden laugh. Fathom jumped.
"Look!" Albatross blurted. He shoved the mirror in front of Fathom's snout and began jumping up and down like a dragonet.
"Scavengers?" Fathom queried, seeing a large framed view of a scavenger face on the other side of the mirror. It was a bit startling actually, seeing one this close up. 
"Not just scavengers, Fathom," he chided. "I've opened a window..." he paused for a dramatic effect. "To a whole other world!"
"But this is just a scavenger's face," Fathom stated, not understanding how the two could be correlated.
"Look again," his grandfather sighing and placing the mirror before Fathom again. Fathom peered in and for a moment the scavenger face remained on the mirror, staring at nothing apparently. Then the picture tilted and Fathom caught a glimpse of... Albatross was right...a whole other world. Then the mirror went dark. Finally Fathom understood. The scavenger on the other side had been looking into the mirror and, unable to see the dragons they had examined their face and set the mirror down.
"How does it work?" Fathom asked, looking back up at his grandfather.
"Magic?" Albatross said holding out his talons in exasperation.
"No, I mean how does it choose which mirror to see through? We were obviously staring through that scavenger's mirror. Wait. Does that mean..? Scavengers...in another world...are smart enough to make mirrors? What if it's a world ruled by scavengers?"
"Woah, slow down," the older seawing said holding up his talons again. "To answer your first question the mirror would work ordinarily if you asked to see someone and then it would show you that dragon whether they were looking in a mirror or not. But since we don't know anyone from that world the mirror synced up to some random mirror and we saw what was on the other side. As for worlds ruled by scavengers, Fathom don't be absurd. You know that could never happen."
"Oh," was all Fathom said. His grandfather said nothing more before diving into the crystal waves at their feet. Fathom followed shortly afterwards.
Days Later
Fathom stared at the world around him. The broken world. Everyone. Everyone was dead. Indigo nudged his side quietly, sensing the emotions boiling up inside of him. He glared at the body of Albatross, half-wishing he could kill his grandfather over again. But that wouldn't fix anything. Shakily standing up, he stalked over to the dead seawing. He searched the sightless, glassy eyes for any sign of emotion. Or rather, any sign of life. There was none. Fathom opened his mouth. Words to condemn the murderer welled up in his throat. He swallowed them. He knew it wouldn't do anything. It was too late. Everyone was gone. Including the one who started this mess. He kicked a piece of rubble in the direction of Albatross's head, wincing when he felt pain. Glancing down at his talon he saw a slow stream of blood flowing down his palm. He picked the piece of rubble up once more, turning it over.
"Huh," he murmured quietly. 
"What?" Indigo whispered, a hint of fear tainting her voice.
"It's the mirror," Fathom replied, although he was mostly thinking aloud. Indigo stepped slowly towards Fathom and peered over his shoulder.
"The mirror?" she echoed, seeing nothing more than a shard of glass cradled in his talon.
"It's nothing," he said finally and cleared his throat. "At least not anymore."
He picked up five more slivers and fit them together into a mostly round shape. Some of it remained missing but it didn't matter. It shouldn't have existed in the first place. Indigo watched him curiously as he took the surviving pieces and chucked them as hard as he could into the ocean. 
"There. Now no one can mess around with this stupid mirror. Now Albatross can't hurt anyone ever again."
Chapter the First
Qibli stared down at his talons, slowly turning over each new thought as it sprung into his mind. He was here. He was finally back at Jade Mountain. With Moon. He quickly stole a glance at the shy Nightwing as she buried her snout in a scroll. She caught him looking at her out of the corner of her eye and her head tilted up, a smile darting over her features when she caught him staring at her. A rush of cold air blasted into Qibli's face as a pale blue form stepped around the shelves of scrolls and into his frame of vision. That was right. Winter was back too. A surge of pity flared in his chest when he noticed the hopeless longing in Winter's eyes as the Icewing stole a glance at Moon.
Don't worry buddy. You'll find someone for you someday, he thought, a brief flicker of Lynx popping into his head. Sure, it was unlikely that anything would ever come of it, but Qibli preferred the image of Winter and Lynx together much more than that of Winter and Moon. 
"So what's going on?" Winter asked, breaking the silence. "You said it was something important."
"It is," Qibli replied, finally clearing his daydreamy thoughts. Moon's head jolted upwards again as if she had just now realized Winter had arrived.
"You're gonna love this," she said, an excited smile blooming as she spoke. She set down the scroll she had been fidgeting with beneath Winter's snout. The pale Icewing's forehead scrunched up as he examined the scroll.
"Did you draw this?" he asked after a moment had passed.
"No. Qibli did," she admitted slowly, seeming slightly embarrassed. Winter drew the scroll closer to his face again as he observed the sharp lining which was etched into fragmented shapes all along the paper. 
"So," he murmured after another long silence, "Broken pieces of glass...with scavenger faces in them...is important?"
"Well," Moon said, fidgeting with her claws, "When you put it that way-"
"Moon had a vision," Qibli interrupted, pressing a claw to his head. He hadn't meant to interrupt Moon, but he could tell Winter was breaking her confidence and it needed to stop. 
"No. It was just a dream. We don't really know if it's actually a vision yet," Moon clarified, turning back to Qibli.
"So. What exactly was this dream then?" Winter asked, his brows arching higher than Qibli realized was possible.
"Well," Moon began, her face adopting a far away look as she began narrating. "I was standing on the beach, staring at the sea. A moment later a wave crashed onto the beach and pieces of glass washed up with it. When I looked into the glass I saw the faces of scavengers and then, well, I woke up."
"That just sounds like-" Winter began, and then frowned, noticing the look on Moon's face. "It sounds like-" he broke off again, his face screwing up into a look of confusion. "Quite honestly, I don't know what it sounds like."
Moon looked at Qibli for support. Qibli opened his mouth and then closed it again. Technically, Winter had a good point.
"I mean, it's not like there were instructions on what to do or warnings of certain death or anything like that," Winter added, saving Qibli from the claws of humiliation. "Wait. Was there words?" 
Moon shook her head. Another point for Winter. Qibli wished he didn't agree so much. 
Quiet footsteps echoed in the library behind them and Qibli whirled around, his tail poised. Turtle flinched backwards, a soft glow of shock emanating from his green scales.
"Oh. Hi Turtle," Qibli breathed, grateful for the interruption. Turtle nodded in the same shy way he always did and raised a talon in greeting. Then he caught a glimpse of the scroll in Moon's talons and flinched. 
"W-where did you get that?" he demanded, his voice unusually shaky. There was fear in his eyes.
Chapter the Second
Images poured through Turtle's mind. Talons. Blood. Darkstalker. A mirror. A green Seawing. A knife. And so much blood. He placed his talons on his head and felt Qibli turn to peer at him. 
"Are you alright?" Qibli asked.
"Y- NO!" he yelped as another surge of bloody images pounded through his skull. Turning, he slammed into a towering scroll case and the contents of the bag tied around his neck spilled out. The last of his enchanted objects. The pounding in his skull vanished suddenly, taking the images with it. Moon ran over and supported Turtle with her wing.
"What happened?" she asked gently, as Qibli began picking up Turtle's objects.
"I- I don't know. It's gone now though," he mumbled, standing up with Moon's help.
"You still kept this?" Qibli asked, holding up an ordinary looking stick.
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