The Light We Share

Chapter 8

     It was many, many hours of sitting on that ledge and moving around it after Nightowl had started. She was trying her hardest to find out anything that might help the Council.

     But nothing really stood out to her. The only thing she could possibly say was of importance was the younger Dragons. Every time the wind shifted and blew a large cloud of sandy dust up, the young ones would snap their heads to it, picking up the movement.

     She sighed and shifted her kneeling position. She was starting to become disheartened. What was she really supposed to find now? After hours of observing the very thing that's threatening the Sky Kids', the Elders' and the Spirits' existence, practically nothing was being accomplished.

     What would happen if she failed? The safe havens throughout the Kingdoms would be ruined. The Isle would have many Dark Dragons circling the sandy dunes, preventing the innocent Moths to learn their way around the Six Kingdoms.

     The mantas of the Prairie would be no more because of the Dragon's tendencies to destroy all that is precious and full of light. The Forest, aside from being hazardous because of the rain, would be infected and there would hardly be anywhere safe. The Valley would be risky not only because of the Kids speeding and zooming through the race courses, but they'd need to time their races perfectly to avoid the Dragon's rounds.

     The Wasteland wouldn't particularly change except for that it would be the central grounds for more and more Dragons to come forth. And lastly...the Vault...what would happen to it? The Dragons, since the Vault is connected to the Wasteland, would most likely have the most Dragons.

     She shuddered. That was enough of thinking of that. She looked down at her once-empty journal to see her measly notes about what she had known about the Dragons and what she had observed.

     "Maybe you should take a break," the Scout suggested.

     Nightowl shook her head. "I can't stop," she answered. "This is my job and...I need more information,"

     The Scout was silent for a few moments, observing the terrain of the Graveyard. "We maybe need a new perspective," he mused. Nightowl looked up at him curiously. "Follow me,"

     Quickly gathering her belongings and stuffing them into the folds of her cape, she walked briskly behind the Lookout Scout as they journeyed down the side of a cliff.

     Carefully, they hopped down from ledge to ledge. Nightowl kept one eye on the Dragons circling and one on her footing. She was determined to stay hidden from their beam of light.

     In fact, she was so focused on them, her foot stepped on some loose rock and sand, tripping her up. Giving a small shriek, she threw her arms out to the side as she started to fall forward, ready to glide down.

     The Lookout Scout caught her by the back of her cape and pulled her back on the ledge, the air around him unjudging and calm. She breathed out a tense breath and continued to descend the cliff.

     Once they touched ground, they began their way around the graveyard, looking for anything that could be used to their advantage while also apprehensively watching the Dragons.

     "I've been reading an old journal a friend found for me," Nightowl said suddenly, quiet, but loud enough for the sound to grate in her ears from her being used to the silence. "It's written by a mysterious person named 'K'.

     "It's got entries from when the Dragons invaded. And...I was hoping you might know something about it,"

     The Scout was quiet for a while, so much so that she thought he either hadn't heard her or didn't want to answer. She sighed quietly in defeat.