Epilogue

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Brightseer had never really been 'bright' the only part of his name that was true was 'seer'. He'd been having an awful amount of visions ever since the four new dragons entered the Rainforest. His mother and father both worked at jade mountain academy. Fatespeaker was the one to name him, (of course) and Starflight was the one to point out that his dragonet might not be a seer. But mother had insisted she'd had a vision that he was.

Brightseer liked to hide and stay out of trouble and have visions in private. But that stopped after he met Firefly. She was the Queen's daughter, who was too murderous for her own good. Firefly didn't hang out with Brightseer too much, probably because she found him too boring. Brightseer did wonder why Rainwatcher didn't talk to him much. They were kind of the same, right? Both quiet, and weak and useless. Although, Brightseer didn't dare think that around Rainwatcher, since he'd probably tell Firelfy, then Brightseer wouldn't wake up the next morning. He'd been having one vision that particularly kept him up at night though,

BEWARE THE DARKNESS OF DRAGONS, BEWARE THE STALKER OF DREAMS,

BEWARE THE TALONS OF POWER AND FIRE, BEWARE ONE WHO IS NOT WHAT SHE SEEMS.

SOMETHING IS COMING TO SHAKE THE EARTH,

SOMETHING IS COMING TO SCORCH THE GROUND.

JADE MOUNTAIN WILL FALL BENEATH THUNDER AND ICE

UNLESS THE LOST CITY OF NIGHT CAN BE FOUND.

Jade mountain, that's where his father worked. And mother, he had to warn Queen Glory about his vision, but how? It's not even useful. Brightseer had been to the 'lost city of night' but nothing happened, he'd still had that dream where all the students died and the mountain crashed. But in the background, there was a giant scary dragon that always made Brightseer wake up. But lately, he'd been having different visions.

'Acai. Firefly roaring something. A battle. Ten corpses lying in a sand-themed room. Treasure. Acai and Fireflt hugging. Darkness.' 

That was the one vision, Brightseer had no control of.

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