Unfortunate Royal (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Eleven

"OW," Snowstorm growled, looking up to see Moondrift accidentally hitting him in the face. He glared at her, expecting to tell him it was an accident.

"I never 'accidentally' hit someone," she said, folding her arms. Snowstorm could see the smallest of grins spread across that totally innocent face of hers.

"So you hit me on purpose?" Snowstorm yelped, rubbing the side of his face with his palm. "Do you even realise how strong your PUNCHES are?"

"I was trying to get HIM, but you blocked me!" She yelled, pointing to a shadow dragon that stood in the center of the moonlight, where his see-through body was clearer than any time of day. "Now, excuse me as I try to stop this son of a—"

"It's not worth it, Moondrift!" Spectral yelled next to Snowstorm. "You can't even touch him, your fist will literally go right through him!"

"I know that," Moondrift snapped. "But what I can do is distract him into trying to fight with me, long enough for the sun to rise again and do whatever the sun does to him."

"So when will it be morning?" Snowstorm asked, fiddling with his talons. "Moondrift, he's not even bothering us, why would you try to attack him like that? Let's just go, it's late and we all need to rest after what has happened in the morning."

Moondrift eyed Wither closely, giving him a sharp look. He didn't seem to have spotted Moondrift at all, but Snowstorm could tell that he knew she was there, that he just didn't want to bother with her at the moment.

The IceWing held onto Moondrift's wrist and escorted her to the platform again. "We really should be going, and I'm extremely tired right now after having to deal with complaining RainWings for the whole day. Come on,"

"I think," Moondrift said, "I feel like sleeping on a hammock tonight." Snowstorm didn't know whether to be hurt, that she didn't want to sleep with him, or glad that he has an entire platform all by himself for once. Either way, he didn't care right now, because of how tired he realised he was feeling. He felt the heavy eye bags underneath his eyes, which told him he needed to rest.

'Alright, alright, I'm going to sleep...' he dragged himself forward, not knowing where he was going, '....if I don't collapse on the floor and doze off here that is.' He looked at Moondrift, who didn't seem tired at all. He wondered how she had that much strength to pull herself together and not get tired.

Spectral looked the most tired out of the three of them. Her eyes were closed, but she still stood up straight, vigorous dark circles beneath her eyes and a tail that had sunken into the ground. Her scales were dark, boring shades of blue mixed in with grey. She sounded like she was already snoring, though she kept her head up after a few seconds of nearly falling completely asleep.

Her eyes jolted open. "Ah! Yes, okay, you can sleep in the hammock right beside my hut, which I've..." her eyes slowly closed again and her head hung. Snowstorm poked her in the arm with one claw and she was awake again. "CLEANED!" She yelled. She smacked her forehead. "I've just organised and cleaned.... ...my...hut..." she yawned through her words and Snowstorm poked her again. "GOODNIGHT!" She yelped.

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"Well, she's fast asleep," Snowstorm said to Moondrift after Spectral flew back to her hut (after seven attempts to actually get there without falling asleep on the way.) She was already slumbering on her bed with what Snowstorm thought of as happy nightmares. "And I feel like I'm about to be too."

"Well, whatever you do," Moondrift said, "don't doze off here and fall on me."

"Nah," he said. "That's too late; I've already fallen for you."