Chapter Twelve

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Prismarine padded into the room of his vision. He looked out the window, and he saw a dark shape winging away from the base.

That's Darkmist. He's going to go rescue us.

Hopefully.

"Venus will be here soon." Chia promised, and she headed back to the cell.

Prismarine looked around. He heard muffled talking outside of one of the walls.

There's our rescuers!

Prismarine heard knocking on the wall.

"Hello?" Someone said, muffled.

"Yes?" Prismarine asked, his heart racing. "It's me, Prismarine! Who's there? Are you here to rescue us?"

"It's me, Hare! Yes, we're here to rescue—wait, US?"

That was all he needed. Prismarine raced down the hallways, slashing the bars of everyone's cell doors, letting everyone free. Prismarine raced back to the wall.

"Okay, we're ready!"

The obsidian hybrid heard crashing, and a white-yellow-pink RainWing crashed through the wall. She had webbed talons, and she wore a pouch that was curved, and it seemed to be carrying something.

"Come on. Is there anyone else?" She asked coldly, her dark green eyes boring into Prismarine's. Prismarine bolted away, running to Saturn's cell.

The SandWing raced to the bars, his talons touching Prismarine's. Prismarine slashed him out, and Saturn raced down to the hallway. There was an IceWing, SeaWing, SilkWing, and NightWing standing in the hole.

The IceWing was Hare, that was easy to tell. The SeaWing was Monsoon, the SilkWing was Majestic, and the NightWing was Darkmist.

They were helping everyone out of the base, and Prismarine was still standing on the floor. He was reaching for Saturn's talon when Venus entered the room.

"Sorry, I'm la—WHAT IS HAPPENING?"

"Run!"

Prismarine bolted out of the room, and took to the skies.

He landed near an oasis, along with everyone else. Dust was flying alongside him.

"Are you okay?" Prismarine asked his friend.

"This—this is my oasis."

Dust's dark eyes scanned it over, and they dove to land near it, heading away from Prismarine. "Nice knowing you!" Prismarine yelled.

All the other prisoners had gone in separate directions.

"Okay, everyone." Darkmist announced. "Thanks to my plan—"

"YOUR plan?" Blossom hissed. "It was my plan, fish-brain. Without me, all the prisoners would never have been here! You all would've been starving, alone, slowly wasting away. This fool here is an egomaniac. Don't listen to him." She snarled.

Darkmist looked fed-up, and he scratched Blossom's face, angry.

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