Seeking the Dark (Darkstalker)

Chapter 2: I Hope I'm Missed

(PS.  The pic is ShadowWings.  I just found this picture online, I am NOT an artist.)

Darkstalker's POV

     I walked into my house.  My parents were at it again.  ShadowWings'  body was somewhere up in the mountains, according to Clearsight.  Whiteout was huddled in a corner, wings over her head, waiting for our parents' argument to subside. 

"Where's ShadowWings?" she asked. "Oh.  She's a stick.  Well, that's too bad.  I liked the way she knitted."

     I wasn't sure what Whiteout meant.  As far as I knew, Shadow had never knitted a single stitch in her life.  I did know one thing, though.  I missed Shadow.  She had always been there when I needed her, when my parents were fighting or something else.  Shadow always listened, no matter what I was talking about.  I hadn't known until today that she had only cared about me being happy, that she hated Clearsight. 

"We're right here!" I called to my parents. "Both of us."

     My mother was guilty and my father furious.  I scowled as he followed my mother back into the main rooms of the house.  As we sat at the table eating our dinner, my mother questioned me about Shadow.

"Where's ShadowWings, Darkstalker?  Didn't you leave with her?  I expected her to come home with you," she asked.

"Oh, um... there were some, uh, complications..." I replied, digging my talons into my piece of hawk.

"What happened Darkstalker?" my mother asked sternly.

"She, um, went a bit insane," I smiled sheepishly.

"Insane?!  Whatever could have made sweet Shadow insane?!"

"Apparently, she was sick and tired of my talking about Clearsight 24/7.  Shadow said she had a crush on me, actually.  She claimed I never paid a bit of attention to how she was feeling."

"Skies above! And here I thought something was going on at home!  I did notice a few years ago that she stopped smiling."

"Oh no, Mother.  Shadow's house is full of plums," Whiteout interjected calmly.  Mother looked at her.  Father shrugged and went back to his hawk, thinking miserably about where he was.

One normal dragonet is all I asked for... Mother's mind sighed.

"How can you expect a normal dragonet with this dragon?" I frowned, gesturing to my father with my hawk.

Darkstalker, I'd have gone insane too, if I had had to repress my fury for that long.  You should have paid more attention to how Shadow was feeling.  She was your friend, after all.

"Mother!" I protested.

"I'm just saying, darling-" Mother started.

"Foeslayer, I think that's enough.  You can pick your reprimanding up later, but not at the dinner table," Father interrupted.  I mentally screamed in frustration.  I knew another argument was about to happen.  Mother didn't like Father bossing her around.