Power of Destiny: Fly Trap

Chapter Eight

Prismarine's eyes shot open.

"What?" He asked.

"Go!" Bay cried, holding her head with her talons. "Go!" She cried again. "Go before I have to do it! Please!"

Fat teardrops rolled down her cheeks. Prismarine looked at his sister with worry, but he dashed towards the opening.

"Prismarine." Venus' voice sounded behind him.

He turned to look at Bay. Her eyes still looked the same, except they were layered with a red film.

"I can't tell where you are; I'm assuming you're in the catacombs. You may run now, but I'll still be looking for you. I'll be back for you, little SeaWing."

Prismarine ran towards the opening, and light filled his vision. Sunlight was everywhere. Grass had never looked so green. The grass was waving in the slight breeze, and it was filled with chocolate-brown mud, which was suffocating the grass. Prismarine bounded away from the tunnel, headed in the direction Saturn had gone.

All I have to do for this day to be perfect is to find Saturn.

A few hours had passed, and Prismarine hadn't seen Saturn's rusty-gold scales in a while. His friend was nowhere to be seen. Prismarine found some dry sticks, and he piled them next to him. Prismarine laid in the mud, feeling it squelch in his scales. He saw the sun set, and the night sky grew dark. Galaxies and stars began to appear, and Prismarine sighed. He wished Saturn was there with him.

Prismarine closed his eyes, and he opened them in a whole new place.

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He appears in a dark hallway. He hears chattering in the distance, and he was heading towards there. He sees a plant, weaving around a dragon. A RainWing, it appears. He sees the RainWing twitch, and the vines start to wreath around them. Their eyes go blank, then fade to a light red. His vision is obscured, split in ninths, and he sees the same scene over, but with different dragons.

One for almost every tribe.

A drop of blood falls on the floor, spilling on a bone covered in sap. A small vine sprouts from the bone. He looks at it with confusion.

"A disease born of blood, sap, and bone. Shall take the sanity of all thrones."

Five dragon silhouettes appeared in front of him.

"Lest four dragonets from faraway lands kill the plant and save their thrones."

The silhouettes started to move, fighting off the plants.

"A dragon with breath of water,"

One of the silhouettes lights up, revealing itself as a SeaWing, but none familiar.

"A flower soft, yet deadly."

Another silhouette lights up, this time a RainWing.

"A shimmering dragon from faraway lands."

Another lights up, revealing a SilkWing.

"The darkest SeaWing with gifts of Night."

Another lights up, revealing to be another SeaWing, but a dark color, like Prismarine.

The terrain shifts, putting Prismarine in the middle of darkness.

"A dragon of ice shall free the light."

An IceWing with no face suddenly swooped in from the top, reaching for a glowing orb, and then it flew away with the orb.

Prismarine's vision was obscured, and he woke up next to the pile of sticks.

But there was something wrong with it.

It was lit.