Darkstalker's Goodbye: A WOF Au

~Chapter 4~

Darkstalker hissed, pushing back the SeaWing as his claws pressed into Darkstalker's neck. "I'm sorry! Fathom! Please!" Darkstalker cried, surprised to find his voice cracking like a terrified RainWing dragonet. Albatross disappeared into a thin wisp of smoke. Darkstalker let his shoulders relax in relief.

Fathom looked guilty, yet still held a serious expression on his face. "Darkstalker..." Fathom said, his voice sounded like a thousands of years old ghost. "That was what you were going to turn into."

Darkstalker snorted. "Of course not! I would be a noble king!" He argued, then remembered how he had probably done the same to Qibli. "Okay... Maybe..." I'm not evil though! I'm not....

Fathom shook his head. "You still haven't learned from your mistakes, and not admitting to them. This is why Clearsight made me enchant the bracelet." He muttered.

Darkstalker looked down at his wrist. He imagined the copper wires and moonstones wrapped around his scales, slipped on by Clearsight as tears streamed down her beautiful eyes. She wouldn't, Darkstalker thought with a frown. "She wouldn't do that to me!" Darkstalker objected, "It was you! Don't lie to my face! Even the scroll bout me said that it was you who-"

Fathom interrupted him. "The author of the scroll wasn't there," He pointed out. A wave of sadness gleamed in Fathom's eyes. "I- I didn't want to do it. But she insisted we couldn't let you roam Pyrrhia. Obviously we couldn't kill you, not that we would..." His claws shifted in discomfort, his eyes looking at the cloudy sky. "I wish things would have been different, don't you think so too?" He sat down with his wings folded on his side, watching the waves hit the shore with a spray of small droplets. Darkstalker watched too.

"Yes," he confessed, "As much as I'd wish I had become King of Pyrrhia with Clearsight by my side and you there to give us company, I wished equally to return back to those old days when we would talk and mess around. Remember when I gave you two the Dreamvisitors?" Darkstalker sat down by Fathom, missing the nervous aurora that the SeaWing gave off. It was comforting, more than having unknown NightWings praise him and a talon full of dragonets scolding him for trying to conquer his rightful destiny that had been taken away from him thousands of years ago.

After a few heartbeats, Fathom answered. "Of course I remember, Darkstalker. I looked up to that confident and encouraging friend you were, not that ambitious vengeful killer," Fathom whispered with a small laugh, "You always made fun of me for being to cautious."

"Well I wasn't wrong," Darkstalker said with a smile that quickly dropped, "But it appears I should have been the cautious one."

Fathom let a sigh. "Oh Darkstalker... When will you learn?"

Darkstalker blinked. "Learn what?" He demanded, "Also, do you know how I ended up in the ocean?"

Fathom stretched his wing outwards, where nothing but gray sky and dark blue ocean could be seen. "You will have to travel far to achieve what you want."

Darkstalker's heart sank. "W- Why?" He didn't think this would take longer than he thought. Is it that hard to say goodbye? But even after what she did to me... I- I can't go on without her.

Fathom stepped back. "Goodbye Darkstalker, she's waiting for you," Fathom said with a small smile.

Darkstalker thought the sand was going to swallow him up again. "Will I see Clearsight next? Can't you come with me this time? I don't want to go under sand again!"

Fathom didn't answer, instead he was waving. Waving goodbye.

Darkstalker frowned. Well this sand is talking forever... He thought bitterly before looking out towards the ocean. He gasped.

A huge wave was charging towards him at a quick pace. Darkstalker was too stunned to fly away. He watched as the tsunami crashed against the sore.

And then, it swallowed the NightWing whole.