~Three Full Moons~

I see you've found my awful fanfiction. I don't write much so I'm not the greatest out there; I am open to critique and ideas for the plot.
This is basically what I think would happen if Clearsight never stopped Darkstalker (TW: Lots and lots of violence/gore)
Also, if you'd like to be notified when I update this, go to my comment and follow it. (3 dots: follow comment)
Prologue (Clearsight)
Arctic’s body dropped to the ground with a loud thud; yet it seemed everything was quiet for Clearsight, as if time itself just abruptly stopped. She couldn’t make herself look away from the awful sight. Visions came flooding through her head and gave her the worst headache almost instantly, as there were so many. Thousands of eyes were piercing her scales with judgemental looks. Clearsight snapped back into her awful reality as she watched the crowd go insane with mixed reactions as Darkstalker stood tall and menacingly over what was left of his father. Deep blue blood flowed out of the IceWing and spilled all over the stage and stained Darkstalker’s talons. Clearsight made a small whimper and backed up closer to Whiteout and allowed her to lean into her wings. Whiteout let out an agonizing cry and hugged Clearsight closely. She allowed a few tears to roll down her snout as she hugged Whiteout back; no dragon ever deserved to witness something as awful as this. Darkstalker laughed like a maniac and reached his forearm into the gorey mess and held up Arctic’s heart for the crowd to see. “This, my friends, is what happens to traitors.” The grin was wiped off his face. “Traitors and dragons who are dangerous to society.” Clearsight edged closer to Whiteout and covered the poor dragonet’s eyes. Darkstalker hurled the blue IceWing heart into the crowd’s area. All the dragons inched back from it, clearly disgusted. Darkstalker began speaking again, as he paced about the messy stage. “As you all must obviously know, NightWings like myself and Clearsight-” He gestured a wing towards her and smiled. Clearsight felt like she was becoming sick. He clearly still cared for her but he.. “-are able to see what lies ahead of us in the future. There is another dragon that must be executed tonight.” Whiteout began silently crying into Clearsight’s shoulder again, when she suddenly grabbed Clearsight by the jaw and began whispering in her ear. “We’re next.. the world is collapsing into triangles.” Before Clearsight had a chance to say or do anything, Darkstalker spoke. “The two of us; Clearsight and I have seen the same future.” Her ears pricked up and she paid closer attention. “Our tribe will fall into darkness if we don’t get rid of Queen Vigilance. So I ask, as your loyal Tribemate, to help me rid us of the impending doom, and allow someone of value to lead us as a stronger tribe: The NightWings.” Thoughtful murmurs went all around the crowd as Darkstalker dismissed them. Clearsight momentarily let go of Whiteout and nervously approached Darkstalker. Her heart was pounding at the speed of sound; she thought it might fly out of her chest and land among the crowd like Arctic’s did. Clearsight dipped her head slightly to alert him that she was there. Darkstalker turned to her and smiled again- yet it wasn’t the maniacally-insane-animus one she saw before. It was genuine. She felt so guilty that she still cared about this horrible dragon. He put a wing around her as she fidgeted uncomfortably. “The kingdom can finally be ours.” Darkstalker whispered to her in a soft voice. “We can lead a better future for our tribe.” He touched noses with Clearsight, but she pulled away, looking uneasy. “Is something wrong?” He asked. Clearsight allowed her jaw to drop slightly. How could he have no idea what was wrong with this? “Y-you’re…” Clearsight struggled for words. She had no idea what he would do if she opposed him. “You killed Arctic.” “He used magic on my sister against her will.” He defended himself. “You also made her watch.” Clearsight gestured with her tail at Whiteout who was now curled up in a ball and whispering something to herself. “I thought she’d like to see me take revenge.” “You are also about to overthrow your tribe’s queen and steal the kingdom for yourself.” Darkstalker looked a bit hurt. “I’d make a better leader than she could be.” “Males can’t rule tribes.” She argued. “That changes today, Clearsight. We could rule over the tribe together, me and you.” Clearsight began to protest, but Darkstalker slid away too quickly. She sighed hopelessly and stepped over the massive pools of IceWing blood to get back to Whiteout, who was still curled up on the ground. Clearsight nudged her shoulder with her snout. Whiteout looked back up at her. “Has it ended? Are we too far lost?” Clearsight sighed briefly. “Not yet. Not if I can help it.” She was going to do whatever it took to stop Darkstalker’s madness- one way or another.
Chapter One (Darkstalker)
Darkstalker proudly strode the palace halls, nearing Queen Vigilance´s throne room. With his horrid father finally out of the picture, his family would be safe. And all that was left for him to do was claim his rightful throne and rule the Night Kingdom alongside Clearsight. Loud talonsteps echoed behind him; Darkstalker turned around to see Fathom panting behind him. ”Hello Fatho-” ”What did you do to Arctic?” The SeaWing demanded, cutting him off. ”You weren't there..?” He tipped his head slightly. ”No. And I´m glad I wasn't.” Fathom trembled a bit. ”Clearsight told me you did something to him.” Darkstalker snorted and began walking again, flicking his tail to signal Fathom to follow. ”Oh. Right, that. I gave him the proper execution for treason.” And taking my sister’s mind. “Clearsight made such a big deal out of it, frankly I think he deserved-” “H-he didn’t. And you know that.” Fathom stuttered. Darkstalker stopped walking and whipped around to face the SeaWing; raising an eyebrow. Fear shown in his friend’s eyes; and his mind too. All he heard from Fathom’s mind was Oh no, animus magic! He’s gonna be just like Albatross! Oh no! We’re all going to die! “Oh for moons sake Fathom, I’m not going insane. I’m just doing what’s right for my tribe” “Y-you’re going to kill Vigilance, aren’t you?” The NightWing’s eyes darkened and he continued on walking again; ignoring Fathom’s inquiry. “Darkstalker.” Fathom started again. “You aren’t- no. You can’t.” “Yes I can actually. Who’s here to stop me?” He replied flatly, not looking back over his shoulder or pausing even once. “I..I…” “Spit it out Fathom.” The two were now just outside Vigilance's throne room. “I am.” Fathom adjusted something he had anchored on his shoulder by a black leather strap- and it was none other Darkstalker’s scroll case. The NightWing hybrid began to let out a growl deep in his throat. Fathom fumbled through the case for his scroll and held it close to his chest. “Without this you’re powerless.” Darkstalker dropped into a slight crouch, ready to fight his own friend ruthlessly if it came to that. “Don’t you dare.” He tested; really he did want Fathom to destroy the scroll, which was actually the SeaWing’s only plan for stopping him. What an idiot. Darkstalker mentally grinned to himself. He destroys that thing and I get my power back. After all, what kind of king would I be if my power were easily compromised? Fathom started to look a bit more confident; still clearly terrified though. He held out the scroll slightly and began to speak. “I en- I enchant…” He’s breaking his oath only to help me. How funny. “...this scroll to burn itself and turn to ashes before me.” The pages of the animus scroll practically melted into the SeaWing’s talons. Darkstalker watched with a fake expression of horror plastered onto his face. He felt the powers of the animus scroll flowing back to him. His talons tingled with the excitement of his regained power. Fathom began looking less terrified and confidently looked Darkstalker in the eyes. Fathom began to speak, but Darkstalker just couldn’t take it anymore. He started laughing- it was funny really, watching the SeaWing break his oath to Pearl to unintentionally help some NightWing go on a power trip. It was more of a humorous type laugh- not maniacal enough to scare someone- just utterly confuse them. But of course, Fathom being your typical “world’s ending we’re all gonna die” type dragon, all he could do was sit there, frozen. Darkstalker was laughing so hard at this point he thought he may actually have a heart attack and die. He found Fathom’s attempts at cutting off his access to animus magic quite hilarious. Darkstalker finally stopped wheezing after a rough 4 minutes. I enchant Fathom of the SeaWings to obey my every command no matter what comes in the way of him doing so. “Fathom.” The SeaWing’s head unwillingly snapped up; ready to obey every command Darkstalker would give him. Poor Fathom, I was hoping I wouldn’t need magic to make you follow me. We still could’ve been friends but you made one fatal mistake. Fathom was trembling pretty badly- Darkstalker grinned but felt the slightest pinch of sympathy for his old friend. “Once I burst through this door, you will help me fight off all the guards and any potential threats while I take out Vigilance.” Fathom nodded, but he clearly disagreed with this decision; as he looked more terrified than ever. “No- No. I could never. I won’t. Animus magic only goes to an extent, Darkstal-” “And maybe try being a bit more agreeable? And while we’re at it, you may only use your magic when I tell you to.” Fathom’s mouth snapped shut, and the look of terror wiped off his face. “Yes sir.” “Good. You will follow me to the edge of this Earth, no matter the cost?” “Yes.” “You swear loyalty to me for the rest of time?” “Yes.” “Good then.” Darkstalker couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. “Then your first mission begins, Fathom.”
Chapter 2 (Fathom)
Category:Fanfictions
Category:Fanfictions (Incomplete)
Category:Fanfictions (Semi-Canon)