The Bright Future (COMPLETED)

Allies

The palace was gorgeous so far.

Qibli and Darkstalker had decided to build it right next to the place where Darkstalker had been buried.

It stood nearly three hundred feet tall, with countless rooms dotting the hallways. It had a whole level dedicated to art and music and festivals. It had five twisting turrets sticking out of it--looking a lot like Darkstalker's crown. 

The idea was to make it the way they liked it. Which was huge, glittering with jewelry, and with graceful arches in the front entry. 

"Now this is a palace!" roared Darkstalker, rearing up and flapping his mighty wings. "One thing I like about you is you sense of architecture. You have good ideas of what good buildings should look like."

Qibli beamed with pride. Darkstalker understood him. Even Moon occasionally shot him confused glances. Moon...

"Hey, Darkstalker?" he asked. "Where is Moon?"

"I... do not know." his head suddenly snapped up. "The earrings! Everyone is still immune to my spells, thanks to your cleverness!"

For a moment, Qibli thought Darkstalker was mad at him. But the huge NightWing was just muttering something. 

"And I can't even use my magic to get them, because of the spell."

"I'll do the spell," said Qibli. "I enchant every earring that I multiplied in Pyrrhia to teleport in front of Darkstalker!"

A sudden thought struck Qibli. "Darkstalker!" he cried, "The IceWings! The plague! They will have the disease again, without the earrings!"

Darkstalker's eye widened. "Right! I enchant this stick," he began, snatching a stick from the ground, "so that when I break it, every IceWing in the world is immune to the plague I sent." He snapped the stick in half. 

"There," he said, sounding relaxed again. Now I enchant every IceWing in the world to like me, trust me, and believe me.--OH, THREE MOONS!"

An absolutely huge pile of earrings appeared in front of Darkstalker. "Qibli, this is all your work? this is impressive! Quite a clever idea, if you ask me. See, you have the makings of a good animus."

"Thanks! I need a new earring--and now I can make it look anyway I want!"

"Right." Darkstalker replied, smiling. "And I need a new crown, too. My old one was just plain silver; no embedded treasure. Clearsight loved moonstones... she also liked to look at old bones for some reason. I wish I could take her back in time to see old bones..." His look turned wistful. "I just can't get her right, though! The memories are so hard..."

Qibli's brain began to turn gears. Bones. Time travel. Clearsight. Hmmm... "Darkstalker?" He said. "I thiiink I have an idea of how to bring her back..." Qibli picked up a rock. "Turn into a basket large enough to hold a whole dragon skeleton." 

He set it down as it began to grow. "Now. Go fly to Clearsight's bones, scoop them up, and fly back." The basket leapt up and flew West.

Darkstalker lifted his head. "What is your idea?"

"Well... does time travel work with animus magic?"

"I honestly have no idea..." Darkstalker said. "Oh. You want to make time go back... in the space around her bones? Like 2,000 years? That--that could actually work." He fiddled with his bone-earring. "Seeing Clearsight and my family again... that... is my only true wish."

"Well... the words of the spell could be tricky. We could say 'enchant these bones to arrange themselves into a full dragon skeleton.' Then say 'enchant this dragon skeleton to form exactly the dragon it was 2,000 years ago.' Would that work?"

"I... I hope so... oh, here comes the basket." The basket swooped down in front of Darkstalker, dumping a large dragon skeleton in front of him. "Right. So we do what you said. Let's see... I enchant these bones to arrange themselves into a full dragon skeleton." 

The bones rose up in a shiny mass of whiteness. How did they get so clean? Qibli thought.Who buried her? It seems like they buried her with honor. Look at how clean and un-broken those bones are... 

"Now." Darkstalker took a deep breath. "Enchant this dragon skeleton to form exactly the dragon they were 2,000 years ago, flesh, brains, and all." Each word came out of him like a piece of fluff being torn out of brambles.

And

Suddenly,

Clearsight

Was

Standing

In

Front

Of

Them.

She was slender and beautiful, with dark eyes and a slightly furrowed brow. Darkstalker inhaled sharply. "Clearsight?" he whispered. "Is this you...?" He reached tentatively to her.

Clearsight blinked slowly. "Sunstreak, is that y-- AGH! GREAT SHINING MOONS! DARKSTALKER! HOW--" She stumbled back into the palace entrance. "How... How?"

"Clearsight, it's me. We can finally have the future we dreamed of so many times." Darkstalker's eyes were shining with tears of happiness. 

And that's when Qibli suddenly, randomly conked out. 

Note: bringing Clearsight back might not have worked with animus magic, but I need to use it to make my story interesting. Why do you think Qibli got knocked out? Vote, comment, and... uh... follow me or something? (you don't have to)