A/N: Was pretty busy the past few, but here's an update

DARKSTALKER

Darkstalker frowned at Brightness. "Couldn't you have done anything to stop her from escaping? She's a dangerous threat in the future."

The NightWing dragonet shrugged, her mind as confusing as ever. 

He sighed, sitting down. "She could've been a valuable alley."

"She wouldn't. She's loyal to Jasmin."

"Well, you could've just cast a spell on her!"

"More trouble than she's worth." 

Darkstalker lashed his tail furiously. This dragonet was annoying. Brightness may be terrifying and hard to read, but she still had the mindset of a stupid four-year-old.

"I took care of the dangers." Brightness didn't seem to notice his frustration. Her pale violet eyes were gazing far away into the moons. "No Moonwatcher. No Jasmin. No Visioner."

"Visioner?" Darkstalker asked. "Your brother? He didn't seem very dangerous. A very sad, nervous little NightWing. Like Moon."

"His sight is far better than yours." Sight? Darkstalker felt a bit wounded; his eyes were alright, thank you very much.

"While I was trapped under the mountain, I saw through this...Jasmin's mind. Very fierce. Very slashy. And also very hard to read. I can't imagine a brain more interesting than hers! 

"Maybe perhaps Qibli had more things going on in his mind," He added after a moment. "But her mind was more...violent and unorganized than his. I spent most of my time in her thoughts; all the hiding secrets and wanting to kill dragons was amusing."

"Perfect ally," Brightness murmured. She shook her head slightly. "Loyal to Sunny."

"Sunny! Ah, my lovely niece. She always hung around that enthusiastic and worryingly violent SeaWing princess. Hey, shouldn't you take care of her first? And her little sister; Anemone, was it?" His eyes darkened. Anemone was a spoiled, stuck-up little sea slug who didn't deserve animus magic. She was not very intimidating, but she had a lot of creative ways to kill dragons.

"Already dead. I killed them a while back." Brightness flicked her wingtips dismissively.

"Both?" Darkstalker stared at her incredulously. 

"Very easy. Just a few simple spells."

"I'm guessing they didn't die easily."

"Tsunami took two attempts. Anemone was fairly easy."

For a second, Darkstalker saw a glimpse of two SeaWings in Brightness's mind. The scene was clouded with red fog and a bluish, swirling mist. Tsunami, already dead, was slumped on the ground, a dagger stuck in her heart. A lake of crimson was spilled everywhere. The smaller, light-blue and pink SeaWing turned around, her eyes dark with betrayal, as her neck suddenly snapped into a strange angle.

Darkstalker withdrew from her memory, a little rattled. The corpses were alright; the feeling he had, the things he saw...that was different. He could see the feelings. Taste the thrill and hear the screams of a dragon's scales as they were grated against each other.

And he felt nothing from this purple dragonet. No emotions, no sympathy.

So this was how Brightness lived the world. Each day a deep, unclosed scar in her heart. 

Whether she knew it or not, each time she hurt someone laid a fresh, bleeding scratch in her soul.

Perhaps there's more to her story than I previously thought.