I'm brooding in my room when it happens.

I was so frustrated earlier when I got back and learned that Rogue was still visiting that hybrid Sandwing still. How long does it take to paint a single room? For-fricken-ever apparently. I don't trust the slimy weasel.

And I could sense the magic on him too. She noticed too, but let it slide, even when she found it messing with her powers.

"Void! Please, I need your help!" Hearing the command, coming from somewhere deep in my head, I instantly let the earring she gave me fall off.

Before it even touched the floor, my bright white scales disappear into a black hole in front of me.

Rogue...

A black hole appears on the wall from nowhere, startling Thysan out of his monologue.

And in a rush of cold and darkness, Void emerges in all his icewing glory.

Claws outstretched, he lands beside me with a echoing boom, his eyes like fire as he whips around to face Thysan head on. 

Thysan tries to grab something, but a twitch of Void's talons stops him cold.

Before I know it the silver ring Thysan slipped on my falls to the floor and turns to dust.

"Give me the order" 

It takes a second for me to realize what Void's asking.

"No! Don't kill him! That's not necessary!"

Void is staring down Thysan as though he's prey, and he's a wild animal who's starving. It's not a look I've ever seen before, and I'm sure one day I'll see it again. But I can't let him lose control now.

"He tried to trap you. Use you. He took advantage of you!" He only gets worse, and I can see the absolute terror in Thysan's shifting eyes. 

"He's going to die anyways" I whisper. Void is momentarily taken aback.

"What?"

"You heard me. Soon an assassin is going to come here to kill him. He's made a very powerful dragon very angry" my voice is calm and collected now, fear leaving me and being replaced with an eerie emptiness.

I step closer to Thysan till I'm mere inches away. Unlike a moment ago where I felt safe beside him, now all I feel is pain. 

"You don't need this anymore" 

I rip the earring he's wearing out roughly, and blood drips from his new wound. The silver earrings diamond glints at me like an eye. 

As soon as I do that, my visions spill forward on a rush, as though there was a dam blocking them before. I keep myself from faltering though at the dizziness it comes with.

"Better. Now, listen closely Thysan. I'm going to leave you here alive. Not because I care, but I can't have anyone being suspicious of me and my friend. You understand. Oh, and, hold still" 

I place my talon on his head.

"Enchant this dragon to be unable to tell anyone what happened at all today, or any of the time he spent with me during these last few months. He will also destroy all Animus items he owns as soon as I leave" 

The despair on his face is infinite as I pull away. 

"Rogue?" Void asks, concern slipping through his tough guy act. 

I don't answer him. Instead I turn to the painting on the wall. The one I've spent so much love and care on.

All wasted. 

As I look at it, the paint starts peeling off slowly. At first, it was almost non noticable. But after a minute, the once red sky fades to a dull grey.

We watch in silence as the entire painting starts to rot from several spots, until all that's left is Thysan's. 

First his tail. Then his legs. Body. His wings, those cursed eyes folding in on themselves satisfyingly. Then his head finally, his eyes seemingly routing out of his skull.

When it's done, a literal skeleton of him is still suspended in the air, his wings folded down, and his jaw open in pain. Under him is a wasteland of grey's and blacks, and countless bones.

"Now we can go" I finally say.

Void opens another black inky hole, and I walk into it without question, not even glancing back at the heartbroken Thysan.

The hole leads into Void's room. 

When we enter, I watch him pick up his earring and put it back on, returning to his Sandwing form seamlessly.

"Get your things" I say quietly, suddenly so, so tired.

We can't stay here anymore.

Trudging to my own room, I begin packing the few drawings and trinkets I treasure into a wing pouch. I've never really needed it till now.

When me and him finish packing, I watch him leave a note in his room on the bed, presumably for Harpy.

Oh, Harpy. It feels like a knife is stabbed into me at the thought of leaving her again. She was the only real mother I ever had. Now I'm leaving her again. 

Looking ahead, I see for a moment into her future. Sometimes I forget that I can do that. See others futures. I've never really needed it before, but, I need it now.

I'm surprised to see the royal dragon from before, coming here soon from the war to retire with her.

Not long later they marry, and have 4 of their own little dragonets.

I see her look in wonder at them, the same way she looks at me and Jackal sometimes, as if she doesn't believe we're real. To good to be true.

Tears prick my eyes as we walk outside and start flying away. 

I won't come back here again for a long time. Never, if I want too. But I see something ahead a lot sooner that catches me off guard. 

In all my futures I'm...

Alone?

"Rogue, can we stop for a minute" 

We land on a small bute, barely enough room for both of us to stand a few feet apart.

He looks at me suddenly with rage, his wings flaring up angrily. I cringe at the sudden movement, confusing on my face.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, TRUSTING HIM WITH YOUR SECRET, YOU COULD HAVE DIED!!!" he all but roars it into my face, black eyes blazing. Scarily similar to the look he gave Thysan.

"I- what?"

"THIS IS WHY I TOLD YOU NOT TO TRUST HIM. YOU SHOULD HAVE CAME TO ME FIRST"

For some reason, hearing those words brings out a very deep part of me, the most anger I've ever felt boiling to the surface.

"EXCUSE ME, BUT, LAST I CHECKED YOU DIDN'T WANT TO SEE ME" I remember when he came home just this morning, when he shoved me away when I was so happy to see him.

"WHAT?"

"TODAY, I WAS So excited to see you home. And you just pushed me away" I start to get quieter halfway through.

"..." He's speechless a moment, as if he had completely forgotten about his earlier behavior.

"I'm tired of being ordered around Rogue" he starts.

"When I went into the army, at first, it was great. The fighting, the other dragons, heck even the chores. But I had no free will. It became annoying, being told what to do constantly. I killed dragons. It wasn't new to me, but it felt different. I want to be my own boss for once"

The struggle for him to tell me this, and how frustrated he is shows in his words and actions. His claws are digging so deeply into the bute that cracks are forming beneath us.

Now I know why I was alone in my futures.

"Alright" 

I move closer to him, and before he can protest I unclip the earring I've been wearing for the last three or so years.

His surprised face starts to turn to marble again, but before it can completely, I clip the earring on his ear, reversing the process instantly.

"There. Now you can have whatever you want" tears prick my eyes again. But unlike with Thysan, they start falling uncontrollably.

"Rogue, but, I thought-" 

"Whoever wears it can tell you what to do. There's nothing stopping you from wearing it. I checked" 

While he was gone I used my magic to tell me the wording of the spell. It was simple and straightforward. Easy to find loopholes. I wanted to tell him sooner, but, well, yeah.

I turn and spread my wings to leave, knowing what to do now.

"ROGUE DON'T GO-"

He takes hold of my tail momentarily, but I keep my face pointed away from his.

"I...I love you"

A part of me cracks, deep inside. I only feel emptier and emptier as this day continues.

"I can't love you like that. I'm sorry. I'm not going to try that ever again" 

I take off into the sky, leaving another heartbroken dragon behind.

The night sky glitters above me as I fly aimlessly. It reminds me of my father. Not one, but both of them. The first when he left me on the desert. And the second who took me home.

I'm not quite sure how long I'm flying till I see the bright yellow sun begin to rise close by. It illuminates large mountains.

Jade mountain. 

In my visions, soon, this place will become a school for all different tribes, helping to ensure more wars don't happen. How amazing it's going to be.

My sore muscles and drooping eyes tell me I need to stop now. I oblige them, and circle the mountain twice before spotting a cave entrance. 

Landing inside, or rather crashing inside, I fall asleep on the cool stone almost instantly, letting the quiet dripping deeper in relax me.

"Hello?"

I wake at the sound. Someones talking to me? But I'm alone. I ignore it a moment longer but it happens again.

"Hello, are you alive?"

Ok. Definitely a real voice.

I try to get up, but my muscles are still pretty sore. I'm shocked when I realize they're my purple scales. I must have turned the dial in my sleep.

"Oh. You are alive" I turn groggily towards the voice, my eyes still red from crying so long. What I see confuses me though.

He looks like a Nightwing... Kinda. It looks like some of his scales are turning grey in some places. And he's laying down. I wonder why do didn't get up to check if I was alive.

"Um, yes. I guess" I answer, still unnerved by this strange dragon. 

He blinks at me slowly, then they widen as he looks closer at me.

"Your a Nightwing?! But-"

"No. I'm half Nightwing ok, sigh" all the frustration from yesterday is starting to catch up to me. 

He hmmms at me.

"So why's a hybrid like you all the way out here? Where's you family?" 

The words stab me where it hurts, and I flinch because of it. 

"I don't have one. Not anymore" I sit back on my haunches, thinking. There's a lot I could do. I could find the nightwings, but, that would mess with the wars outcome. So that's out. 

There's the seawings I guess. But that too, would mess things up.

Then an old idea becomes possible.

The old night kingdom.

As long as I left it in a year or two, it would be safe.

"So then stranger, why are you here?"

Leaving my thoughts be a second, I turn to him questionably.

"I just thought you were here for a spell or something is all. Lots of dragons have asked before..."

A spell?

"What do you mean? I landed here on accident. I had no idea you were even here. Who are you anyways?"

He tilts his head slowly.

"Stonemover, the only Animus of the nightwings. Although I don't use my magic anymore if I can help it"

A-

Another Animus!?

"Your an Animus too!" I shout, shocking the greyish dragon.

"Wha- your an Animus! But that can't be! Unless your related to one! Ah let's see, your seawing parent can't be unless your royalty so it's a nightwing. There's my parents who are still around. My two cousins and my sister-"

"Fateteller?"I add in.

We both freeze up. 

"Your my... Uncle!?"