When The Flower Dies

== Prologue - 5034 A.S. ==
Dawnseer flew in the midnight sky, her purple-black scales barely visible to the naked eye. Two crescent and one gibbous moon, along with the dim stars, was the only source of light.
Well, until the light of the newly rebuilt Summer Palace glowed brightly in the distance. The light beams poked through a tangle of leaves. Perfect, just what I needed.
The vision she'd had for days rang in her head again: a SeaWing animus towering over Pyrrhia and snatching it in his talons. His sharp blue eyes had glown evil across it all.
Mimic delicately held his spoon under his talons, scooping up a hot fish stew with it and put in in his mouth. The flavor of it made his scales a bright yellow.
He was soo glad Prince Wrasse had helped repair the palace with his newly discovered animus magic. Because of him, he could have all this stew!
"Krait, thanks for the stew!" Mimic said, pushing the bowl toward the dark blue cook.
Krait nodded politely, saying You're welcome in Aquatic. He grabbed the bowl and settled it calmly with the other dishes.
The black-purple NightWing landed on the edge of the rock covering the Summer Palace. She breathed a small plume of fire, and a warm-colored RainWing of red, orange and yellow appeared from thin sky. Though it was part of the plan, it startled her a little.
"You know what to do, Ravishing. Find the dragon I described to you and I'll provide you that home," whispered Dawnseer. Ravish was born in a poor family and Dawnseer hired her in trade for a small hut. She'd accepted it in a heartbeat.
Their plan was simple: To kill the animus from her visions. Ravishing would unearth him for her, and Dawnseer would swiftly kill him. It's a little crazy, but I'm doing it for the sake of Pyrrhia.
Mimic slid off the stool like a snake and reset his colors to a banded navy. It was always awkward to start acting like a RainWing all of a sudden. Back then dragons would've bullied me for being half RainWing.
But Mimic couldn't get paranoid again; he wanted to thank Wrasse for the work (and party). He started to signal in Aquatic Wrasse! WRASSE! It was unlikely he would notice him in-
"Oh, Prince Mimic! I saw Wrasse with the queen," a young, beautiful light green SeaWing, a couple of years older than him, waved her webbed hand in the air. Thanks, Celadon, he said in Aquatic. What a sweetheart, always looking out for me, he thought to himself. A cool pink washed over him as he flew to the top of the palace.
Ravish turned her warm scales invisible and slipped into the covering like a silent bird. She glided above the Summer Palace; it was quite beautiful, with lapis all over. It was so pretty that-
No, I must find that light blue animus. All recent animi were royal, so I should look near the top throne. She couldn't stop thinking about Dawnseer's deal: a home! Ravish soared above the very top of the palace, a giant throne indented with seashells and the color of quartz.
She searched and eyed every SeaWing, but saw none with light blue scales and blue eyes. Yet somehow there was a weird SeaWing hybrid.
Ravish was about to fly off of an extensive spot when near Queen Coral, was a young SeaWing with the exact looks pointing at a pouch. She crept closer, barely touching anyone. I wonder if anyone would care anyway hence all these dragons.
She felt more freedom as she approached closer to the queen, and the dragonet was under earshot. "-so I wanna enchant it so Mimic can go to the Deep Palace."
Yep, this was the one. Why would someone say that without being an animus? Ravish carefully darted up in the air, and she got a prickle of worry when one stood in confusion, but then concluded, "Wonder how that got there."
Mimic landed on the top front talons first and squished through all the other SeaWings. He'd seen Wrasse from an aerial view. Mimic bumped into some dragon every so often, and one time Princess Cuttlefish slapped him.
Princess Cuttlefish was known to be very sassy and rude (sometimes physically). It always gave Mimic a chill down his spine every time someone just said her name. Does she even have a good side?
He was relieved when Wrasse was in eye view. The royal animus eyed him instantly and shouted in glee. Mimic embraced with a cool green on his scales.
"MIMIC, I was just talking about you! I'm really upset that you can't go into the Deep Palace so I-" He stopped when Queen Coral patted a limb at his shoulder.
"Wrasse, don't get excited at Mimic, he doesn't like that." Queen Coral was right; Wrasse's sudden yelling made him want to escape his skin.
"Uh, yeah, sorry bro," chuckled Wrasse.
Uhm, actually it's cousin, ya know, cause I'm Anemone's son, and your Auklet's?" Mimic shifted to an orange-purple, like a SeaWing over the sun.
Wrasse shrugged. "Alright th-" Wrasse had started, but then he tumbled over with a thud, dark red blood swelling beside his neck. He coughed pain, and Mimic quickly leaned to him, now a sky-blue.
He shook his dying body. "Wrasse, what happened!?"
Wrasse coughed again and barely muttered, "I- do-don't kno-know. Bl-black th-thing-" He'd used to much energy, and fell unconscious.
"SOMEONE GET A DOCTOR!" yelled several SeaWings. But it was to late, as Wrasse's breathing halted and never came back.
"He-he's already dead," Mimic mumbled loudly. Every SeaWing there gasped, and more dragons drifted toward them, looking like they would faint. Mimic himself had an array of feelings, turning acid green to blue-gray.
Ravish whisked out of the green coverage, resetting to her warm-colored body. "The animus is at the top of the Palace, near the queen."
Dawnseer nodded, a feeling of greatness flowing through her. This is it. This will save Pyrrhia. I mustn't fail. She dived down silent into the covering, quickly hiding in a shadow. She slowly crept from shadow to shadow, until she could jump behind the white throne. Now I just rush in front.
Dawnseer glimpsed behind, and the animus was now chatting to a weird-looking SeaWing, likely a RainWing hybrid. That's Mimic, Anemone's son.
He was talking within Dawnseer's earshot. "-cause I'm Anemone's son, and your Auklet's?" The hybrid had shifted to a strange set of colors. The animus started to reply with a shrug. Now!
She darted out of the throne's shadow and aimed her claws for the animus' throat. She felt blood reek her talon tips and bolted back for cover. Blood was dripping to the ground, but would anyone noticed and look behind here?
Dawnseer stared back again, and the animus was laying and coughing on the ground, Mimic supporting him and interchanging colors everywhere.
After a busy while, Mimic said, "He-he's already dead," and it seemed all the dragons went into a furnace. Some flew away in shock, and others just stood there, confused.
Taking this chance, Dawnseer went straight up into the foliage, and Ravish glided over. "I can hear it worked."
Dawnseer nodded. "Yes, the animus is dead; now let's get back to the rainforest before anyone finds us." In unison, the two female dragons whooshed off, Ravish turning invisible. Now, the only problem now is, to not get caught. If anyone finds out I killed him then I'll be thrown in prison. But that doesn't matter; Pyrrhia is now safe. She would never have to have another harsh responsibility on her talons again (until her next vision).
The LeafWIng-SeaWing stared in disbelief at what she'd seen; the pool of crimson blood, the panging sound of screams, and feeling of danger. It couldn't at all be possible that Prince Wrasse was dead. What happened?
Mimic was holding onto Wrasse, whimpering. He was only two years old and had never experienced death. She walked over, holding her claw over Mimic.
"Hey hey, it's okay-"
"NO, it is NOT OKAY! I should have helped him, I know it!" Mimic had yelled, a blue-gray. Me too kid.
She didn't want to admit it, but she was thinking of so many ways she could've saved him. She could've killed the attacker, she could've drawn him away. But all she wanted was one thing: she wanted him back. To her, Wrasse was like a son to her; a parent to him. SHe couldn't just accept him right there; no, he deserved to live, and she was going to get him back.
A few days later...
Flycatcher tipped the metal bowl of water a few drops at a time under half-grown cabbage plants. "Good little girls you are," she said, flicking a plant's leaf with her talons.
She moved on to the next row of cabbage when slower-than-SkyWing wingbeats rung in her ears. The golden-red SkyWing stared up and saw the SeaWing's most trusted messenger, Hawksbill. The dark cyan male flew near the cabbage field.
"Hawksbill! I can send a message to the palace!" Flycatcher was recently rewarded as the kingdom's greatest farmer and had permission now to enter the palace.
Hawksbill lowered his wings and landed on a few cabbages. "Oh, whoops." His tone was sad and depressed. Uh oh.
"It's alright, there's plenty to spare." He didn't need to move, as he was only ten feet away.
"So, what? Have the MudWings attacked you?" Hawksbill sorrowfully shook his head.
"No, it's that... Prince Wrasse is dead." Prince Wrasse! He was the SeaWing's youngest animus and was free to help use his power for their allies. Now that he's dead, a lot would be harder.
"I'll.. send the news right away. Can-can you watch over the cabbage? Don't want any sheep eating it. And go k-kill it if you want." Flycatcher jumped in the air, her wings shaking a few leaves off.
At least there's cabbage to spare, but an animus? No, they're a white dragon. And who would kill an animus? Was someone scared? Did someone kill him to rise to power?
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