Because I Love Lynxter

LYNXTER IS AMAZING, SO HERE MOON AND QIBLI DIE

MOON AND QIBLI WERE CURLED TOGETHER with their dragonets, under the moons. They were very distracted, and Moon probably wouldn't notice even if someone was sneaking in to kill them.

Winter watched Moon with an unreadable expression, a few trees away.

Lynx spotted him and strode over. "Winter, what's wrong?"

Winter turned his head over to hers. "Sorry," he said shortly.

Lynx smiled. "It's okay, I know. And I'll help,"

"I thought Moon was nice, but whenever I think back, she's exploiting, using, guilt tripping me, aka being a NightWing. I'm the dumbest IceWing ever," he lamented. Lynx laughed in return.

"Don't worry. Moonbli will die."

"I hope quickly enough," Winter replied sadly. "If I'm not there..."

Lynx looked at him hardly. "You're Winter. You deserve better. Even a scavenger called Lri from the Fourth Wall agrees and completely wants you to do this."

"I don't know, I mean, I hate her enough, but not Qibli."

"Don't worry. I'll make him feel bad and die too,"

Winter and Lynx both smiled.

Lynx unsheathed two swords. Winter inhaled a gust of frostbreath and took a spear.

Moon and Qibli were under a pretty tree watching the moons with their dragonets: Desertrunner, Starseer, Nebula, Iguana, and Notdeathstalker (Qibli named him, poor guy).

The dragonets were mostly asleep, except for Notdeathstalker and Iguana, and they were looking at their parents with an expression of love. It made Winter feel angry. No one, only Lynx, had ever looked at him like that. Perhaps killing Moonwatcher would be something everyone would love.

A scavenger looked at him. Yes, it's a good decision, the scavenger mouthed. I'm Lri, by the way. Love Lynxter!

Winter grinned at her and then crept slowly behind Moon. Lynx was directly behind Qibli.

Winter nodded.

Qibli cried out and so did Moon as they were pinned against two trees, and tied up. And all the thrashing couldn't even be heard: they were in Pyrrhia's foot.

Skyfire was draped over the NightWing.

Moonwatcher's eyes widened in alarm. "But I thought we were-"

"Friends?" Winter snarled. "Friends? You should know, NightWing. You of all dragons."

The NightWing gulped. Winter's expression was utterly horrifying.

A few branches above, a scavenger was cheering.

"I'm not even going to frostbreath you to pull out your limbs," Winter hissed.

Moon cried out in pain and astonishment. A wing had been ripped off.

"I'm not going to play your little games, Moonwatcher. You are a NightWing, and you are dishonorable."

Another wing, but this time slowly. Scale by scale.

"I hate you," he hissed.

And that was what stung most.

"I thought we were friends! I genuinely do! Winter, I know you're still in there! Remember when you told me-"

"That I'd never hurt you? That was before I realized you used me, guilt tripped me, and made me look like a fool. The NightWings will suffer once you die, but they will celebrate your death greatly. How does that sound?"