Day after day, Qibli asked the guards the same question: "How is Winter?"
And always with the same response: "He's still working on it."
Here in the Kingdom of the Clouds, we had a queen and king, and there was a big castle made of clouds. Everyone had big, comfortable homes, too. Here, we had no desire to eat. The bad dragons were send down in the caves, deep, deep, deep in the ground, where they could not be evil here, and mess up our perfect life.
So automatically, everyone wondered why a raging dragon was here. One that wanted to me, the supposedly perfect dragon. Or, want to kill anyone in the first place. Trying to kill a dead spirit is impossible. Unlike alive dragons, we cannot fly through clouds, and we cannot kill one another. When one has a dangerous thought against another, they those their ability to touch that dragon. If the same thoughts continue to happen, you are banished to the Caves. And hardly anyone comes back from there.
There, dragons can kill you. And once you're killed, your spirit is gone.
Day after day, week after week, month after month...
Three months later.
"Qibli
here's an unfinished chapter i had saved to my drafts.
YOU ARE READING
Winterwatcher
Fanfiction*not active!* What if Moon didn't listen to Qibli during the IceWing NightWing battle? What if she decided to go and talk to Darkstalker, even if she risked her life trying to talk Darkstalker out of this? What if Moonbli never became a thing?
