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Almost four years after Scrolls.

"So who's that dragon you've been hanging out with?" Whiteout asked. "She has a name." Darkstalker replied. "Well are you going to tell me your girlfriend's name?" "She's not my girlfriend!" "Her name is Clearsight by the way." "Brother I can read your mind I know you have a connection to her, so tell me about her." "Ugh fine... I had been having  dreams about her ever since I was five she is an extremely powerful profit so she hasn't been attending school we met last week." "Happy!" Darkstalker growled. "Very" Whiteout replied. 

    "It's almost our seventh birthday!" Whiteout chirped. "I'm well aware of that." Darkstalker replied. "Did you hear about Prince Albatross going insane?" Whiteout asked. "Yes I did it's only what everyone has been talking about." Darkstalker said while rolling his eyes. 

(Later that evening Arctic found out Darkstalker was an animus.)

"So your an animus." Foeslayer said worryingly. "Yes I am." "How often have you been doing spells?" "Maybe every day, why?" Foeslayer had a panicked look on her face so did Arctic. "Have you heard what happened to Prince Albatross?" "Yes I've heard." Darkstalker said sounding annoyed. "Well he went insane using his animus magic to often I don't want that to happen to you." Foeslayer said. "I've been doing it in a scroll so I don't loose my soul." "Well what if that isn't working." " Well Whiteout is doing it too!" Darkstalker turned pale he had just revealed Whiteout's secret in front of Foeslayer and Arctic. "WHAT!?" Arctic said spitting out his food. Foeslayer look stunned she looked like her dragonets were just murdered in front of her. Whiteout was furious at Darkstalker and worried about how would her parents react. "How long have you two been using your magic?" Foeslayer asked. "For about four years..." Whiteout replied. "I always knew one of y'all would be an animus I never guessed both though." Arctic growled. Dinner ended in silence Foeslayer was still shocked, Arctic was shooting glares at Darkstalker every second he got, and Darkstalker was just looking at Whiteout remorsefully.

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