Darkstalker's Goodbye: A WOF Au

~Chapter 6~

Whiteout lead Darkstalker into a cave. Scrolls filled up carved bookshelves into the walls, looking as ancient as ever. The NightWing was confused. He was sure he had been everywhere in the fortress.

"How could you live in a place like this?" Darkstalker growled as he stubbed a claw on the rocky ground, "It's hot and smoky, and it's stench is the worst!" Whiteout silent shushed him, reaching out towards one of the scrolls. So carefully, as if it would disintegrate. She handed the scroll to Darkstalker, as if it was a new born dragonet.

"Purple, yet very nostalgic," Whiteout commented as Darkstalker proceeded to grab the scroll.

He rolled it open, there were two drawings of dark blue NightWings. One with silver besides it's eyes, the other... Smiling at a scroll. "Wait- That's... Clearsight and I," Darkstalker whispered as the drawings began moving. The dragon with silver, Darkstalker, made a movement with a claw, and a drawn scroll began blasting music notes. Clearsight began laughing, looking at drawing Darkstalker with the look that he love. A look that enchanted Darkstalker more than any magic. He remembered that moment very well...

A white dragon appears out of nowhere, he had a scowl on his face, glaring at Clearsight. Darkstalker felt anger rising, before realizing it was only Arctic. Arctic had interrupted the bonding moment that day. Darkstalker had been upset about it, and he couldn't sleep that night either. Clearsight had taken his scroll.

Yet he remembered laughing like a silly small dragonet about that occasion with Clearsight. She had returned the scroll. Why wouldn't she? A small smile appeared on Darkstalker's face. He wiped away a single tear that ran down his face. He watched the drawing dragons laugh with one another, before both faded away.

Darkstalker blinked in confusion. "Wait... What happened?" He muttered as he glared down at an empty scroll. Whiteout looked at it with curiosity.

"Vanish! Void had taken it," Whiteout commented. A blank expression covered her face then a wave of sadness made Darkstalker worried. The hybrid wrapped her icy wings around her brother. "Apologies... Meet again at the pinnacle."

Darkstalker shook his head. Whiteout had now confused him more than ever. He wished he had his mind reading powers to see what had made Whiteout so sad. He glared down at the scroll.

Was something supposed to be on it?

He shoved the scroll back on the empty shelf. He realized there was a small carving besides the shelf. DARKSTALKER'S MEMORIES it read. Darkstalker's eyes widen, more in terror than shock. That scroll was empty...

Had a memory faded away?

"No! How can I stop them!" Darkstalker growled at Whiteout with angry eyes, "I'll forget everything! Clearsight... Fathom... YOU! You have to help me from loosing my memories!"

Whiteout only hugged her brother even more. Darkstalker's heart sank, way more than when Clearsight had betrayed him. It was almost like he was dying. He was conscious of it, and it was painful. He grabbed another scroll. A drawing of himself was present, a nasty look on its face gave Darkstalker doubts. Something from the drawings tiny claws fell. It was a marble. A Purple dragon faded in, waving frantically and becoming small... Into a wooden carving.

Purple dragon. Indigo? Darkstalker frowned as he glared at the brown drawing. She definitely deserved that. Did Fathom ever find her? After thinking for a few moments, Darkstalker was guilty. He couldn't imagine Clearsight being taken away from him like that. He would have been devasted and furious. He guessed that's how Fathom felt.

Slowly the drawing disappeared...

Darkstalker peered at the empty scroll. Didn't he- right. He lost another memory. He hissed at it. Was it a good memory? Was it a bad one? Why couldn't he remember what he JUST had done? He looked at Whiteout, eyes clouded and wet. "How do I stop it? Why can't I-"

"Still, brother. Petrified," Whiteout whispered into Darkstalker's ear, "You will start over from zero. Wouldn't you like that?"

For the first time, Darkstalker had heard Whiteout talk normally without the usage of magic. He would have been happy, but he was loosing himself. "Start over? START OVER! By the moons, Whiteout!" Darkstalker roared. It made the entire volcano shake. Darkstalker couldn't tell if it was the smoke or his anger that made him feel as if he was suffocating.

Whiteout stepped back. "We'll meet again one day. I'm sure you're memories will come again from the void. Someday," she whispered. A wave of lava blasted over Whiteout.

The dragon was gone.

Darkstalker blinked back tears. "Whiteout! Whiteout!" He yelled for her. He was alone. By himself. Like he always was...

Lava circled around him. It was just him and the scrolls, in a lava room. Darkstalker looked at all ways, to see only blazing glowing liquid. He knew the rocks above him would collapse over him.

Then a roar echoed through the room.

From the wall, bright red claws dripped through the lava. A burning crown emerged over a head.

Darkstalker was too shocked to scream. A monster came out of the hot liquid...