The Blood Moon Killer

Chapter 32: Ancestors

Whiteout turned to Maka. "Why am I the target for the ritual to bring back Scarletnight? I don't mean to be rude but... Would any dragon suffice? Why does it need to be me?" Maka was taller by a couple heads, she bent her neck and sighed "only the descendant of the one who locked away Scarletnight can be used for the ritual." Blizzard approached when he finished with the food. "Hang on... So let me get this straight, Whiteout is a direct descendant of whoever locked away Scarletnight? Would that be you?" He asked, eyeing Maka and Whiteout for any similarities.

"The only thing I noticed are your eyes. They're both green." Maka smiled and shook her head, her tail going from one side to the other. "Actually, yes and no. Soul is the one who did the enchantment, but we had dragonets together and Whiteout is one of my descendants. It's funny, it's like she can call me grandma. Please don't, though. Then I'll feel really old." She whined and closed her eyes. 

Whiteout strolled over to Blizzard and stood on her hind legs to be able to see over the counter. "Smells good. Bet it tasted better than it smells." She said, tilting up her snout to be able to sniff the smell of the soup better. "Thank you, Whiteout. I'm sure you're enjoy it. It's almost ready." Blizzard was kind and docile. Even though he looks really scary, he had a warm and welcoming demeanor that made Whiteout feel comfortable and safe, even if she barely knew him.

"Comfortable?" Maka asked, walking to Whiteout and sitting down. "At ease." The dragonette replied, going back on all fours. "I'd rather be at home with my family, safe... And..." She sighed and her head hung lower, giving Maka the idea that this situation wasn't what she expected nor wanted. "How was it when you were alive?" Whiteout asked quickly, snapping her head upwards to look into Maka's green eyes. "Different." She replied after a bit of silence. Maka ushered Whiteout out of the kitchen and to the small sitting area where Steve was lying down. The bear's head perked up and his small tail wagged when he saw Whiteout approach and let out a happy growl and rolled over.

"There were more tribes. The Beetlewings and Leafwings lived here when I was alive and everyone got along quite well. Soul and I had four dragonets and we were old when we passed. But what happened to the other tribes? How did they disappear? Where did they go?" "Can't you look into my mind?" Whiteout asked, petting Steve's fur. She took notice of the patterns and lines she created as her claw ran along the soft white fur. "I don't want to invade your mind." Whiteout looked at her claws, then at Maka who was waiting patiently for an answer.

"A lot has happened. A lot of bad things. I'd like to say that Scarletnight was the last but it's not. First, The Breath of Evil appeared after you passed, and after Astraea was sealed away. The dragons were able to fend it off, but the Beetlewings and Leafwings were driven out of Pyrrhia and to a continent across the sea called Pantala, I've heard it's a beautiful place now, trees are abundant and the Beeltewings split into two new tribes.

After, we had a Nightwing who could see the future, read minds and was an Animus. His name was Darkstalker and he attempted to take control of Pyrrhia. His friends managed to stop him and seal him away. His lover, Clearsight, went to Pantala after two thousand years of no contact and that's how the Beeltewings split into two new tribes, the Silkwings, like butterflies and the Hivewings, like bees.

Many years later, the Icewings had Snowslide. But that problem was dealt with apparently when my parents and their friends defeated him and now he's here. But a bit before that, before my parents had me and were still at the Academy, Darkstalker re-appeared and was about to take control of everything again but he was also stopped and turned into my cousin Peacemaker."

Whiteout finished explaining, her eyes never leaving Maka's. It was weird for her, looking into eyes that were so similar to her own. Like looking in a mirror. Whiteout took a deep breath and sighed. "How did you and Souleater meet?" Whiteout asked, curious. She was desperate to change the subject to something more plesent.

Soul, who had been silent this whole time, laughed loudly. "Boy. What a story to tell. I kid you not it's like one of those cheezy-romance type shit fan-dragonetts drool about when reading a scroll." "Soul watch your language around kids!" Maka snapped back. 

"Are you sure your relationship is healthy?" Blizzard asked from across the room. He had taken notice of their constant bickering and it caused him to worry. He knew that couples had fights every so often and that was normal. Some even considered it to be healthy in a relationship. But ever since they'd introduced themselves into their lives they've done nothing but be at each other's throats. Do they even care for each other? Blizzard wondered internally.

Maka chuckled "we do bicker, yes, but even though Soul has this rough-n-tough exterior, he's really just the sweetest cuddle-bug  who loves to be near others. Whenever I'd be reading a scroll, he'd be curled up next to me humming some song. He's also really supportive and understanding. He's also very loyal and enjoys playing the piano.""Maka!" Soul yelled "don't go and expose me like that!"  He whined and pouted. For the first time in while, Aardvark spoke.

"So how are we supposed to take care of Astraea? The ideal situation is to not use the rings to seal away Scarletnight." Aardvark said, changing subject. "I don't know." Whiteout replied, halting her movements which caused Steve to pat at her claw to resume her pets.

Snowslide approached them slowly and took a deep breath. "We might need to plan, but now we just need rest. It's been a long day and Whiteout needs food and a stable mind."

"You seem on edge." Maka replied with a slightly curious tone.

"I know a thing or two about killers and they all have one thing in common." Snowslide stared out the window with a growl. "They never give up."