Power of Destiny: Fly Trap

Chapter Nine

"Who's there?" Prismarine called. "Come out! I'm not stupid!"

He had instantly known that something was up when he noticed that the fire was lit. Prismarine remembered going to sleep cold, but waking up warm. Someone had obviously been there, someone with fire. SeaWings can't breathe fire, but MudWings can....perhaps one had been passing by, taken pity on Prismarine, and lit the fire?

No, that's not likely.

Prismarine knew that all dragons would've never done that. Maybe it had been Saturn!

"Saturn? Saturn! Come out!" Prismarine waited for a few moments, and he had yelled until his throat was sore. ".....Saturn...."

Prismarine laid down, his head on his talons, looking wearily at the shadows. He could've swore he saw a green blob in the shadows, but there was no one there. It had been his imagination. Prismarine closed his eyes, ignoring the talonsteps nearing his little camp. Prismarine felt muffled vibrations in the ground below him, and he felt something stab into his neck. Prismarine opened his eyes for a split second, seeing a green blob in front of him. The world went dark.

The obsidian-black hybrid woke up in a lightly colored cell. It was big, and there was a dragon sleeping in the corner. There were three mats lying in the middle of the cell, and a dragon was sleeping on it. They looked like a SandWing.

Their scales were rusty-gold, with swirls of light yellow. Prismarine smiled.

"Saturn!" He cried.

He leaped on his friend, his heart beating a little faster. Saturn turned to look at Prismarine, pulling him into a gigantic bear hug.

"I missed you!" Both of them yelped.

Saturn looked at Prismarine with a big grin. Prismarine looked at the top of the room, and he was surprised to see light coming from the top of the wall. Prismarine saw a small stone tablet with a scroll on it, an inklet next to it. There were cushions lined up in the corners of the room, and on one wall were normal iron bars. Prismarine looked through the bars, and he saw that none of the other cells were as comfy as this one.

Perhaps that's because I was a friend to Venus?

He heard chattering heading towards Prismarine's cell, and he heard a voice that was like Venus'. A small LeafWing was standing in front of the cell. She had dark green eyes, and was holding keys in her talons.

"Hi, I'm Maple," She announced. "I'm here to get Saturn? I trust that's the SandWing."

Saturn looked at Maple, tilting his head confusedly. "Why do you want me? I've done nothing."

Maple laughed. "No, I'm here to bring you to Venus."

"VENUS? You mean she's not dead?" Saturn exclaimed.

"No....she's been here. Anyway...." Maple grabbed Saturn's wingtips, basically dragging him away from Prismarine. Prismarine looked after his friend, watching him disappear, heading away from Prismarine, possibly forever.

Prismarine tapped his claws on the floor, waiting for Saturn to appear. He heard talking, and the sounds of a dragon being dragged. He heard struggling, and a dark, NightWing-looking dragon was dragged and thrown in Prismarine's cell. Prismarine blinked, looking at the NightWing.

Upon closer look, this NightWing had SeaWing webbing along his back and belly, and he could see faintly shifting colors in his scales. His claws were razor-sharp, and webbing wass in between his talons. His eyes were golden, and Prismarine blinked, feeling like he had seen golden eyes somewhere.

When the NightWing looked at Prismarine, the hybrid could tell that he frowned a lot. Clanking was heard, and Saturn was thrown back into the cell. The SandWing still looked the same, except his scales were smoking slightly. He looked like he had been struck with lightning. He hobbled over to Prismarine, squishing the poor dragon.

"Wait...." Saturn said, noticing the NightWing. "Who are you? I've never seen you before."

The NightWing blinked.

"I'm Darkmist."