For the next week, Prism was a mess.

Not the overexcitable, hyperactive, take-me-outside-before-I-scream-your-ears-off, kind of mess.

No, Prism was depressed.

He laid sadly on his pile of furs in the storage cave. It's been three days since either Startide or Orchid came to visit. He was hungry, no, starving.

More than that, he wanted his Keeper. King Celest would be here in only a couple more moons. Before then, the Dark Ones would come. Prism could feel it. They wormed in the shadows, trying to free themselves from the prison deep underground, in the Stone Kingdom. Prism knew that in order to inherit his papa's throne, he'd have to beat them back into their chains.

Before that happened, Prism just wanted to spend these few more peaceful moons with his Keeper. He was the dragon who'd kept his egg safe, sang him to sleep. Prism was his Keeper's "special treasure", and his Keeper was almost as good as Prism's papa. The LifeWing wanted to spend his happy times before the war, with the one who'd kept him safe and happy for so long.

Prism sighed. He laid his head back on the furs, and tried to sleep. His eyes wouldn't stay closed. He couldn't sleep.

Climbing out of the mountain of pelts, Prism peeked his head out of the storage cave. For once in the moon he's been here, it as empty. Not a soul in sight.

Prism took his opportunity. Softly, his padded talons carried the LifeWing into the main cave. It was dark, so Prism cracked his neck until his feathers started to glow. Like a glow-stick. The warm light traveled down his neck, and crept up his wings, then along his tail, until Prism was bathed fully in the comforting light.

He let the silence around him lay still, but instead of it hating him, it was a sweet silence, golden as his glowing feathers.

Then, with a soft whooosh of his wings, Prism was floating gracefully through the air, twisting and diving and swooping through the vine obstacle rings in the ceiling. It was all his to play with.

He flew through the waterfall, sending golden drops of water sparkling into the air. Landing one the grass left golden splotches of the grass behind. He leaked the light, and brushed the whole cave in it. Ran his wings along the wall, brushed his tail past every surface. Prism smiled, painting every object in a cheerful flurry of feathers and golden light.

"Prism?" A voice said, Prism stopped in his tracks, the light winking out in a second, followed by all of the golden paint. He looked down.

The midnight-dragon below didn't seem scary, or out to get Prism. He wasn't a ShadeWing after all. In fact, he was smiling.

"Prism..." The NightWing said again. "My treasure, it is you..."

"K-keeper?" Prism asked, trying not to sound scared.

"Yes. Oh, little Prince, it's me. Your Keeper." Widowmaker said. He pumped his wings and flew up to Prism, wrapping them around the little light dragon. Prism started to glow again.

"I missed you." Widow said, squeezing Prism tighter. "I thought you'd ran away forever."

"I missed you too." Prism said, wrapping feathered wings around his Keeper.