What if Whiteout was an animus instead of Darkstalker?

I heavily dislike what I did to Whiteout in this and I'll hopefully rewrite this whole thing in the future. Sorry everyone ~ Luna
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This is an entry for WanderingRaven’s AU Fanfiction Contest.
The prompt is: “If Whiteout was an animus instead of Darkstalker."
What is changed:
- Fathom uses his magic only when it is most needed.
- Whiteout talks normally for easier writing purposes.
- Darkstalker is much less… murderous.
- The spell on Whiteout’s necklace doesn’t make her act any different around other dragons, but it’s enchanted to never be persuaded out of following her father to the Ice Kingdom.
- Darkstalker is not Vigilance’s favorite dragon or whatever his title in the book is-
- Indigo was never trapped in the sculpture.
- The "Beware your two queens; beware your own power. Your claws will betray you in your final hour." prophecy never existed.
- Arctic sent Quickdeath after Darkstalker.
- Fathom was sent to the Night Kingdom to calm down after the Seawing Massacre (Since the  Seawings are allied with the Nightwings in this), and Indigo went with him, much to Pearl’s displeasure. Fathom gave Whiteout advice about her magic, and she listened to him.
- There are four dreamvisitors; one for Whiteout, and the other’s for Fathom, Clearsight, and Darkstalker.
- Text.
Past Information:
Basically similar events of Legends: Darkstalker happened in the past of this fanfiction, but nobody knew that Whiteout was an animus besides her family and Darkstalker’s friends. And Listener, obviously, because she can read minds. And Thoughtful, Whiteout’s secret boyfriend. When Foeslayer is captured, Arctic enchants Whiteout, just like in the legends, but in this AU, the outcome is much different...
~~~~~
Whiteout
Whiteout and Arctic were on the edge of Sandwing territory, about to travel onto the tundra that bordered the Ice Kingdom when Whiteout heard wingbeats.
“Father...”
“What?” Arctic hissed.
“They are here.”
Arctic whipped his head to where she was looking, and snarled.
“Those wretched dragonets,” he muttered.
“Father! What are you doing?” Darkstalker - Whiteout’s brother - cried. “Why are you and Whiteout so close to the Ice Kingdom?”
Fathom and Clearsight - Darkstalker’s friends - landed behind him once he did.
“Father wanted me to come,” Whiteout said strangely. Even she knew it. “He gave me this gift and said that Grandmother Diamond wanted to meet me.” Whiteout fiddled with her necklace.
“Why just Whiteout and not me as well?” Darkstalker asked suspiciously, glaring at his father.
“Because you’re a worthless, bratty little Nightwing,” Arctic said.
“Darkstalker is not a bratty little Nightwing!” Whiteout said, facing her father. “He’s my brother!”
“You are the only dragonet I ever cared about.” Arctic stated.
“What happened to the Arctic I had seen in Foeslayer’s mind?” Darkstalker asked. “The Arctic who loved her and was scared to use his magic?”
Magic?
Magic!
Darkstalker, hearing her thought, looked over at her.
Take off my necklace! She told him with her mind.
Realization dawned on Darkstalker’s face, and he whispered something to Fathom. Fathom nodded, and almost immediately, Whiteout’s necklace fell off.
“You stupid animus Seawing!” Arctic roared. He lunged at Fathom, claws out.
“I enchant Arctic of the Icewings to obey every order I give him!” Whiteout shouted. “Now freeze!”
Arctic froze in a strange position right in front of Fathom; his claws were out, and his mouth was open in a furious roar. Only his eyes could move, and they swerved to look at Whiteout.
“Woah,” Clearsight breathed. She shied closer to Darkstalker and he put his wing around her.
“Now, back away from Fathom and sit down,” Whiteout said.
Arctic did exactly that. He sat down several steps away from the terrified Fathom, wrapping his tail around his talons.
“I give Arctic permission to talk.”
Arctic jaws snapped open. “How dare you use your magic on me?” He snarled.”You were the dragonet I chose to love. And you’re protecting a Seawing?”
“Not just any Seawing. I’m protecting Darkstalker’s friend. And that’s enough for me,” Whiteout said. She felt Darkstalker looking at her gratefully.
“I think we should report him to Queen Vigilance,” Clearsight said.
“3 moons, yes,” Darkstalker said. “I knew something bad that he caused would happen, but I didn’t think that it would be this bad.” He glared at Arctic.
“Now, Arctic cannot speak and will follow us back to the Night Kingdom,” Whiteout said before Arctic could say anything.
Whiteout took flight, on her way back to the Night Kingdom. After a moment, the other four dragons followed her.
~~~~~
“Queen Vigilance!” Whiteout shouted as she flew through the castle’s entrance.
Vigilance glared at the crowd of dragons, but then softened slightly for Clearsight, her main seer.
“Ah, Clearsight, do you have an important vision for me - a vision you had to share with two hybrids, an Icewing, and a Seawing first?”
“Well, no-”
“What did you see?”
“Your majesty,” Fathom said, “Clearsight did have a vision, but it’s not something that would benefit you.”
“Arctic was trying to take Whiteout to the Ice Kingdom to ‘meet’ Queen Diamond through an enchanted necklace,” Darkstalker hissed.
“Is that so?” Vigilance asked, leaning forward in her throne.
“Yes,” Whiteout said. “Arctic, I give you permission to speak.”
“I did nothing that is important to you, Vigilance,” Arctic hissed. “I was just trying to get Foeslayer back.”
“Remember when you got that letter from Diamond a few years ago?” Asked Whiteout. “That said that if you killed me and Darkstalker, she would welcome you back to the Ice Kingdom?”
“What?” Vigilance hissed. “You were communicating with our enemies?”
“Stay out of this, Whiteout!” Arctic hissed.
“She’s the one you enchanted,” Fathom snapped. Whiteout had never seen him so angry.
“This dragon will be proven guilty, if you can find evidence to prove it,” Vigilance said.
“I can give you more evidence than you need, my queen,” Whiteout said. “I command Arctic of the Icewings to tell Queen Vigilance of the Nightwings all of his crimes against the Nightwing tribe without struggle.”
Arctic immediately started speaking, making direct eye contact with the Nightwing queen. “I have received several letters to Queen Diamond, and responded to several. Yes, I was told to kill my dragonets, but I never did. I sent Quickdeath the Nightwing assassin after Darkstalker. I enchanted the necklace that I gave Whiteout to have her follow me to the Ice Kingdom, as a trade for Foeslayer and to restore animus blood in the Icewing tribe. I was going to tell Queen Diamond all of the Nightwing’s best tactics, best places to attack, and how to fight them without losing too many more Icewings.” He shut his mouth.
Everyone, even Vigilance, looked flabbergasted.
“Guards!” Vigilance shouted once she had recovered from all the information she had received. “Lock up Arctic of the Icewings, but provide food and water. Perhaps we can use him for negotiation terms, and Diamond won’t want to see him unhealthy or harmed.”
“But... your majesty, what if he fights back and hurts somebody?” a male guard asked hesitantly.
“That won’t happen,” Whiteout interrupted. “I command Arctic of the Icewings to follow the Nightwing guards to his cell without trouble or struggle. Once he gets there, and the door is locked, he will be lifted from all the commands that he has been given, but not the spell itself. Also, once both of those orders have gone through, he will not be able to use his magic in any way unless I say he can.”
Arctic did a half nod, and walked toward the door to wait for the guards. The Nightwing who had spoken to Vigilance looked at Whiteout, surprised, then walked over to Arctic.
“Whiteout, is it?” Vigilance said. “I’d like a word with you.”
“Um.. Ok,” Whiteout said nervously. She followed the Nightwing queen out of the throne room, and they entered a hallway, where dying torches were the only light provided.
“Ugh, those guards never re-light the torches,” Vigilance mumbled. She grabbed one off one of the wall stands and re-lit it.
“So,” Whiteout started, making sure to avoid Vigilance’s torch. “What did you want to talk to me about?”
“Are you an animus?” asked Vigilance. “Or was it that Seawing - Fathom, right?”
“Yes, it was me. Want proof?”
“Yes, please.”
“Ok then. Torches, I enchant you to all light up with fire, and re-light yourselves whenever you get dim.” Instantly, the torches went aflame.
“Wow...” Vigilance muttered. “How many times have you used your magic?”
Whiteout counted in her head. “I’d say about… 5 times at least? Almost all my spells were very small though.”
“At least five times...” Vigilance murmured. “Have you used it to harm others?”
Whiteout wondered why she was being asked this. “No, except for controlling Arctic's mind today.”
“Why do you say that harmed him?” Vigilance asked.
“Because it affected his free will,” Whiteout answered. “We should all have the power to think freely, and do what we want. But sometimes there are bad things to that. Sometimes, some dragons think that they have too much power, and it changes them. Sometimes they have to let go of all of it and accept defeat. Other times, nobody will ever give up on them, and they will steer them onto the right path. It doesn’t even go for only animus dragons; it goes for everyone.”
Vigilance was watching her curiously.
“What?” Whiteout asked quizzically.
“I never thought of it like that,” Vigilance answered. “What would you categorize me as?”
Whiteout thought for a moment. “I think of you as almost the complete opposite of Diamond. You're smart and strong, as a queen should be, but you made a mistake encouraging the war instead of stopping it. But you are a dragon who can change. You can still make up for your past mistakes, and make the world better.”
Vigilance’s expression changed from curious to stunned. Whiteout thought that she was about to get all angry that she was compared to Queen Diamond in such a way, but Vigilance only asked her another question.
“Second to last question, I swear. What would you categorize yourself as? Be truthful.”
Whiteout took a deep breath. “I think of myself as a dragon who could be changed as well. I have Darkstalker, Clearsight, Fathom, Listener, Indigo, even Foeslayer and Arctic to keep me on the right path. They are what keep me from straying the wrong way - Arctic with his magic and his choices to help me understand the consequences of using my magic wrong, Darkstalker and Clearsight with their visions, and it was Darkstalker’s mind reading and Fathom’s loyalty and animus magic that saved me today. Foeslayer was a wonderful mother, and I won’t forget her. Listener is a caring and enthusiastic dragon with crazy ideas that often lead to… crazy endings, and Indigo is loyal to Fathom above all, which teaches me fun and loyalty. I don’t know what my future is - and I know that Darkstalker or even Clearsight could never give me a definite answer, but as long as I have them, I’ll be alright.” Whiteout snapped her jaw shut. “Too much?”
Vigilance smiled, which was something she did very rarely. “Nope. Not at all. Now, for my last question...”
“Yes?” Whiteout inquired.
“Would you like to be a part of my court? After hearing your explanation, I’ve decided that I need more dragons like you to help me with my decisions.”
Whiteout stared at Vigilance, shocked. “I’d be honored, on one condition.”
“Yes?”
“I don’t want my magic to be ab*sed for harm. I will choose what I do with my magic.”
Vigilance laughed. “Somehow, that wasn’t even in my head. Condition accepted.”
~~~~~
Whiteout flew back to the rest of the group, and to her delight she saw Indigo sitting next to Fathom, as always, and Listener was standing next to Clearsight and Thoughtful, trying to avoid eye contact with Thoughtful. Listener had a crush on him, but Thoughtful was actually Whiteout’s “secret” boyfriend.
That is a fact.
“So? What happened?” Indigo asked once she saw Whiteout. “Nobody would tell me what’s happening.”
“Oh, I totally didn’t get enchanted by my father and take control of his body once I knew what was going on.”
“Thankfully Albatross didn’t do that,” she muttered.
“What?” Fathom inquired.
“Oh, nothing.”
“That’s not all,” Whiteout said. “Vigilance asked me into her court!”
“That’s great!” Thoughtful said happily. “Did you accept?”
“Of course I accepted!”
“What did you do to impress the queen, of all dragons?” Darkstalker asked, coming up to Whiteout. He was being serious, but Whiteout sensed the teasing gleam in his eyes.
“Let’s just say, I gave a very motivational speech.”
“Speeches? You?” Darkstalker laughed playfully.
The group of friends laughed.
“A Rainwing merchant recently arrived with fruit and fish, who wants to celebrate?” Darkstalker asked, breaking the laughter spell.
“I’m down! For the fish. Not the fruit,” Indigo said.
The group flew out of the palace, and Whiteout looked back and saw Vigilance. She was watching her too, from her throne.
Whiteout smiled, and followed her brother and friends.
~~~~~
Darkstalker, several years later
Darkstalker was peacefully sleeping when something tiny pelted into his side.
“Haha! Wake up you menace!”A tiny, playful voice shouted.
Darkstalker opened one of his eyes, and smiled. His youngest daughter was trying to wake him up.
“Oh, little Foeslayer,” he said. “Don’t you know what the meaning of ‘sleep’ is?”
“Yes!” She said, “But I. Don’t. Like. It!” She rammed into his side again.
“Ok, ok, I’m up,” he said.
“Oh, I also wanted to tell you to look up.”
Darkstalker started to look up, when his tail was pelted by sharp, small claws.
“Hey!” He turned around, lifted his tail, and saw Slickscales, his youngest nephew, clinging onto his tail for dear life. He couldn’t fly yet.
“PUT ME DOWWWWN!” Slickscales yelped.
“Not until you tell me why you are up at sunset instead of nighttime,” Darkstalker grinned. “You’re going to wake everybody up with all your yelling.”
“Come on, Uncle Darkie!”
“Alright, fine.” Darkstalker lowered his tail, and Slickscales climbed off.
Fathom walked into Darkstalker’s part of the palace, yawning. “Darkstalker, have you seen Clearpool?”
“Nope. Just these two.”
“Good that you have Slickscales. Whiteout was getting nervous.”
“You hear that, little scamp? Go back to your mother now.”
“Aww, fine,” Slickscales whined. He walked out of Darkstalker’s room, sulking.
“Well, are you going to help me find Clearpool?” Fathom asked, his eyelids drooping.
“Fathom, I found Clearpool,” Whiteout said as she walked in, Clearpool in one of her arms. “She’s asleep.”
“Thank the moons.” Fathom yawned again. “I’m gonna go back to sleep.”
A startled yell came from the next room. Clearsight ran in, and looked behind her. She sighed.
“Dragonets!” Clearsight yelled.
Shadowhunter, Eclipse, Fierceclaws, Loudroar, and Duskwing, Darkstalker’s other dragonets, came into the room, embarrassed.
“What did you do?” Darkstalker asked them.
“Well, I heard noises from behind me,” Clearsight started for them. “And when I turned around, they were there, and they ‘attacked’ me. They gave me quite a fright.”
Shadowhunter laughed. “Everybody was awake, so we decided to pull a little prank on our mother.”
Loadroar laughed loudly. “Yeah!”
Slickscales ran back into the room. “There you are, mother! I couldn’t find you!”
“Where have you been?” Whiteout said. “I was getting worried!”
“I can’t go far on these not-flappers, mom,” Slickscales giggled, opening his small wings.
Fathom took his sleeping daughter back to his room, and Clearsight herded hers along with her as well, tiny Foeslayer following them. Only Slickscales, Whiteout, and Darkstalker were remaining.
“I know what you’re thinking, Whiteout.”
“Oh really?”
Darkstalker laughed. “You’re going to say that no matter what we do, they will always be dragonets.”
“Until we get big and strong and ice or fire breathing skills and flying!” Slickscales yelped, trying to fly. It didn’t work, and he landed on Whiteout’s spiked tail.
“Yes,” Whiteout said, patting Slickscales. “That’s exactly what I was going to say.”
The End
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