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It’s over. The moment Clearsight slipped the enchanted bracelet on him was the moment he knew he would never see any of his friends again. Did they even consider him their friend anymore? No, probably not. After all, why would they choose to be friends with someone who killed their father is cold blood? The enchantment on the bracelet was getting to him, slowly dragging him into an eternal slumber.
He couldn’t help but wish that he was never born on the brightest night, that his mom never met Arctic, that he was never cursed with the animus magic both tribes so desperately coveted. As his eyelids started to droop, he saw a vision of…Fathom? The SeaWing resembled Fathom greatly, down to the constant expression of worry, albeit with darker scales and a rounder figure. He couldn’t contemplate on this new dragon, as his eyes closed and fell into dark.
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It’s over. Darkstalker, menace to all of Pyrrhia, has been stopped. But why did he feel so empty? Fathom tried to chalk it up to breaking his oath with Pearl, but there was more. Even if Darkstalker did evil things, he was still Fathom’s best friend, and it was hard to face the fact that he wouldn’t see the NightWing again. Clearsight had disappeared, not even bothering to check up on Fathom after betraying her lover.
Fathom trudged out of the cave he was residing in. Tomorrow, he’ll return to the Kingdom of the Sea, where he’ll no doubt be formally exiled. That was fine, he knew he was a danger to them. He only wishes he could find Indigo, but she had told him not to use animus magic to find her, so he would respect her wishes. As he stared out at the open sea, he continued to ponder about his future ahead of him.
