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[Well, I got carried away with this one. I can see about breaking this post up if it's too long, but I had quite a bit of fun writing this story up! And seeing how it asked for a trio of dragons to solve this problem, I figured Prince Aden and his companions Anubis and Arcturus here would work quite well here.] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21748560] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/217486/21748560_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17376602] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/173767/17376602_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25936202] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/259363/25936202_350.png[/img] [/url] “Hurry! Hurry!” Anubis clung tightly to Aden’s giant tail as the two dragons dashed across the wide open field surrounding the citadel. Behind them, Arcturus was struggling to keep up. In the chaos that had taken their lair by storm, he’d bashed a wing during their escape and was falling behind the other two dragons. And just behind him was the Visionary. None of the three had ever seen her move so quickly, but there she was, chasing after them and laughing maniacally. With a great leap, she tackled Arcturus to the ground. “Arcturus!” Anubis screamed! “No!” “Leave me, save yourselves!” Arcturus yelled back. “Argh!” The mighty Imperial, Aden, halted in his tracks. Despite the danger- despite knowing that the best thing to do right now was to leave the citadel as far behind him as he could- he couldn’t abandon his companions. “I’ve already lost the rest of this clan today,” he said. “I am not losing you, too!” All too late, Anubis realized what was happening, as Aden turned himself around. Before he could say anything, the Imperial pounced at Arcturus, just as the Visionary raised her claws to strike the Tundra down. Arcturus closed his eyes tightly, bracing himself for the blow… --------------------------------------------------------------- What seemed like an eternity passed before he dared to open his eyes again. When he did, he found himself floating in an endless sea of stars. Was he dead? No, he couldn’t be, Aden and Anubis were here too. As was the Visionary, who was now floating in the arms of a constellation. A constellation that began moving, setting the Nocturne down on the ground before slowly turning into a dragon. “You say your name is Shadowsong?” Aden asked, once Shadowsong had begun to explain what was going on. “Why does that name seem so familiar? I swear I’ve heard it before.” “This is not the first time your lair has fallen victim to these Mimics,” Shadowsong replied. “Nor is it the first time I’ve come to your clan’s aid. I am not surprised most of you don’t remember what happened back then, of course.” “I think Manasurge talked about you occasionally,” Arcturus said, as he worked to tidy up his fur. “Wasn’t she one of the first ones that fell victim to this?” “Mmmm… they may believe her to be a threat after what she’s done,” the Nocturne said. “Whatever the case, it would seem that the only ones who can save your clan now are you three.” “Us?” Anubis yelped. “But- but- but- but we’re not warriors or mages! We can’t do anything here! We were told to run away!” “Besides, we already have the culprit here,” Aden said, stepping forward. “Surely, now that you’ve dealt with the Visionary-” “No, it’s not her who is responsible for bringing the Mimic into your lair,” Shadowsong said, shaking her head. “One of the other Nocturnes in your clan did this.” It took only a second before Aden understood. “Nerzhul,” the Imperial said. “He was the one who started doing… something to the other clan members, and locking up those who weren’t affected. He’s the one we need to stop, isn’t he?” Shadowsong simply nodded. “But we’re not warriors!” Anubis yelled again, as the Nocturne began to turn back into a constellation. “What can we do? We… we’re going to die! Augh!” “We’re not going to die,” Aden said, as the world faded back into view. “Arcturus, do you remember that dream bubble potion I was working on before this all got started?” “Yes, but what does that have to do with stopping this Mimic?” Arcturus asked. “Because if it hasn’t boiled over, we might be able to use it against Nerzhul. Come. We’re heading back to the citadel.” “What?” Anubis yelped. “No! We can’t! We’re all going to end up like them!” “No, we won’t. You’re right, we’re no warriors. But we’re the only ones who can save our clan. Quickly, we don’t have much time before her song wears off. I think I have an idea of how to fix this...” -------------------------------------------------------- [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19353695] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/193537/19353695_350.png[/img] [/url] [item=Cragward Custodian] Night was beginning to fall as Nerzhul escorted Wildstar back to the citadel. It was far from the first time the Nocturne had caught her in the act- even though her old gang, the Black Nova Bandits, was long gone, the Tundra often couldn’t help but fall back into her old criminal ways. So it had been this time, as she’d been stealing some treasures from Treble’s latest dig side. Nerzhul wasn’t sure yet if he’d return the treasures to her or not, as he had yet to give them a close inspection. But already, one item in her bag had stood out to him. “What is this?” Nerzhul asked. “She said something about it being a genuine Second Age clock, in near perfect condition,” Wildstar replied, as the two entered the sheriff’s office. “Honestly, you should let me keep it. I’m sure I’d take better care of it than her. She’ll probably end up breaking it or something.” Nerzhul was unimpressed by Wildstar’s pleas. He gestured for his Cragward Custodian to lock the Tundra up for a while until the rest of the clan council could decide what to do with her. “They’re probably just going to let her off easy again,” he grumbled to himself, as he pulled the clock out of its sack again and stared at it. “If only I could stop her criminal ways for good.” [i]What if you could do just that?[/i] said a voice from somewhere, but Nerzhul couldn’t quite pick out where. [i]You could stop her for good. Stop all of them from causing any more trouble. Forever.[/i] “I… yes. Yes, I could do just that,” Nerzhul said, picking up the clock and gazing into it. “Why didn’t I think of this before?” It was unclear how much time passed with him staring silently at the clock before a tapping on the bars of the cell caught the Nocturne’s attention. “Hey, so uh, Nerzhul? When are you going to let me out of here?” Wildstar asked. In a flash, Nerzhul suddenly turned and unleashed a blast of ice magic at the Tundra. And just like that, she was frozen not just in ice, but in time. [i]Yes, yes. Freeze this whole lair, freeze this whole world,[/i] the voice in the clock said. [i]That way, nothing will ever cause trouble again.[/i] Lost to whatever spell the clock had placed him under, Nerzhul jumped onto the shoulder of his Custodian. “Come on!” the Nocturne said. “I should have done this long ago. It’s time to punish them all for causing so much trouble!” ------------------------------------------------------------- Aden, Anubis and Arcturus made their way back into the citadel. No one had bothered to close the gate behind them, so they were able to walk right in. It didn’t take long before they were greeted with a terrifying sight. The other dragons of their clan had been frozen in place- some individually, some in groups. “Nerzhul’s gone mad,” Arcturus said, shivering. This cold was getting to him, even with his thick fur. “What could possess him to freeze our entire clan?” The trio stopped short upon seeing a particularly frightening scene- Manasurge and Sanguine, both frozen in time. They looked as if they had been frozen in the middle of a battle, as Manasurge’s twelve eyes were glowing with power as she was beginning to unleash a blast of Arcane energy. Wait, since when did Manasurge have twelve eyes? “Ice can’t freeze magic like this, can it?” Anubis asked. “I don’t think so,” Aden replied. “There is something very odd going on here.” But what exactly that was didn’t become clear until the approached the building containing Nerzhul’s office and jail. In front of the entrance, a dozen dragons led by the living furnace, Etna, had apparently attempted to confront Nerzhul, only to have become frozen like all the rest. And yet, Etna’s flames hadn’t gone out. They, too, were frozen in place. “Now I see,” Aden said. “Normal ice would have extinguished Etna’s flames. They must all have been frozen in time as well.” “What?” Anubis asked. “How’s that possible?” “That mimic must have something to do with it,” Arcturus said. “If it can affect time, that might explain why nothing seems to have moved at all since we returned.” He looked up at the skies for a moment. “I don’t think the clouds are moving up there. Or the stars.” It was becoming clear to all three of them that if it weren’t for Shadowsong’s magic, they, too, might have become stuck in time by now. “So what do we do now?” Anubis asked Aden. “I’m going back to my chambers to fetch the dream bubble potion. If we can trap Nerzhul in a dream bubble, that might give us enough time to find the mimic and put an end to this. I need you two to distract him so I can get into position.” “But… but he hates my dancing! And his poems!” the Spiral protested, gesturing towards Arcturus. “That’s what I’m counting on,” the Imperial replied with a smile, before dashing off towards his chambers, leaving the other two dragons alone outside Nerzhul’s door. It was several minutes before either one of them spoke again. “So… you get him to come out!” Anubis said, as he cowered behind Arcturus. “Me? Why me?” “Ah… because… because it’s too cold for me to dance! Really!” Arcturus didn’t believe that for a minute, but with a grumble, he’d step closer to the door. He’d have to come up with something on the spot.“Nerzhul!” the Tundra called out. “Come out of there! Uh… the stars usually shimmer so beautifully, but tonight… they seem to be stuck. Do you… do you want to come and see?” He silently cursed himself for coming up with something so lame, but under the circumstances, he doubted he could have done much better. Regardless, his words had the desired effect. “What are you babbling on about?” came Nerzhul’s voice from within. Seconds later, the door flew open and the Custodian emerged from within, with the Nocturne riding on its shoulder as always. But this time he was carrying a clock in his claws. Where had he gotten that? “I thought I’d taken care of you already,” the Nocturne grumbled. “No matter. I’ll freeze the both of you right here! Hhhrah!” Nerzhul unleashed a blast of ice magic towards Anubis and Arcturus, and they both braced themselves for the impact. But to everyone’s surprise, it never came. “What?” Nerzhul yelled, as he sent forth a second blast. “Why isn’t this working? Why?” Snarling in frustration, the Nocturne and his Custodian chased after Anubis and Arcturus, hurling blast after blast their way. The two were managing to distract Nerzhul, as he didn’t notice Aden coming up behind him until the Imperial started to blow a great big dream bubble. “No!” the Nocturne growled, still clinging to the shoulder of his Custodian as it backed away. “I am not going in there! This is no time for dreams! I have important work to do!” Aden grumbled. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy to get Nerzhul in there, even as the Nocturne started throwing blasts of freezing magic at him, too. But finally, with a deafening roar, the Imperial pounced at the duo, sending them all flying into the bubble. The clock fell from Nerzhul’s clutches and landed on the ground. To Anubis and Arcturus’s horror, however, before Aden could come back out of the bubble, it and everything around it froze in place, trapping him, Nerzhul and the Custodian inside just like the rest of their clan. “Aden! No! How are we going to find the mimic now?” Anubis yelped. It was only a few seconds before that question answered itself, as the clock suddenly stood up and began to grow to an enormous size. More frightening still, a mouth with dozens of sharp teeth opened up beneath the clock face as the mimic revealed its true form. [item= Time Devourer] “So!” the Time Devourer yelled, a clattering of gears and cogs punctuating its every word. “You have taken that foolish Nocturne away from me. No matter, I don’t need him anymore. With the power I’ve gained from him, I’ll be able to stop time forever, starting with the two of you!” Arcturus backed away slowly, gazing up at the enormous monster. “I think we’ve found our mimic!” he said to Anubis, who was once again clinging to the Tundra and screaming in terror. “What do we do? What do we do?” the Spiral yelled. Arcturus had no idea. Normally, the two of them could always have relied on Aden for guidance, but now he was out of reach. In desperation, he tried throwing a few bolts of arcane energy at the Time Devourer, most of which simply bounced uselessly off of it. But then, by chance, one of Arcturus’s spells hit one of the hands of the clock, nudging it forward, and for a second everything around them moved just a little. “Ah! The hands! Go for the hands!” he yelled at Anubis. “What hands? Clocks don’t have hands!” the Spiral replied. “The pointy things! Hit those! I think that’s how it’s controlling time!” The Tundra charged towards the mimic, while Anubis held back and watched in terror. With every hit Arcturus landed on the hands, they seemed to grow looser and looser, until finally he was able to send one spinning off completely! But it would be all he would be able to do, as with a deafening roar, the mimic blasted Arcturus with the same magic Nerzhul had been using, freezing him in mid air. Anubis was on his own now, and this was not a place he wanted to be in. He flew around in a panic, tying himself in knots again and again. “Enough!” the mimic shouted, as it turned its attention towards the Spiral. “You’re the worst one of them all! Would you just… stop… moving!” In a panic, Anubis sprung right towards the Time Devourer and wrapped himself tightly around its remaining hand. “Augh! That hurts!” the Time Devourer yelled. “Stop that! Stop everything!” The Spiral continued to pull on the hand, hoping he was moving it in the right direction. With one last effort, he finally broke it off and went tumbling to the ground. That seemed to do the trick- the mimic began wobbling back and forth before finally collapsing on its back, shrinking back to its normal size as it did so. In that instant, all the time that it had gobbled up was released, and the imprisoned dragons were all released at once. For a moment, the courtyard echoed with the sounds of their various spells and attacks smashing uselessly into the walls, their original target having been long gone. Aden’s dream bubble fell to the ground as well, where it burst, releasing its occupants. As the rest of their clan pulled themselves back together, trying to make sense of what had just happened, the Imperial joined Anubis and Arcturus to examine the mimic. “So this was the culprit all along?” Aden asked. “Indeed it was,” said a voice behind him, and all three dragons turned to see Shadowsong emerging from her constellation, bringing the Visionary with her. “You’ve done well. I can take care of this from here.” “W-wait!” Anubis said, flying over towards the Visionary. “So if Nerzhul and this… fake clock were responsible for all this, why did you attack us?” “I’d known something like this was going to happen for some time now,” the Visionary replied. “You see, this mimic is what is known as a Time Devourer. It wanted to eat up all of time so that nothing would ever happen again. Once it got to work, though, it had the side effect of robbing me of my abilities to see the future. How could I see the future when there wouldn’t be one any more? It drove me mad. That’s why I attacked you three, and for that, I do apologize.” “Well, it seems that you two managed to put a stop to it,” Aden said to his companions. “But as for Nerzhul here…” He turned as the Nocturne finally stirred. It seemed that when he’d been separated from the mimic inside the dream bubble he’d been knocked out, and was only now stirring. “Ugh… what happened?” the Nocturne groaned, clutching at his head. “All I remember is that clock speaking to me and then… why was I in one of your dream bubbles, Prince Aden?” “It’s a long story. But I’m sure Shadowsong here could… Shadowsong?” Aden turned just as the Nocturne started turning back into a constellation, cradling the Time Devourer in her arms. “I must go now,” she said, as she faded from view in the growing sunlight. “There are other clans that still need my help. But perhaps we shall meet again.” “Wait! Wait!” Anubis said, as Shadowsong and the mimic vanished completely. “Come back! What are you going to do with that thing? It.. isn’t it dangerous?” “Hmm. Perhaps it’s better that we don’t know,” Arcturus said, smiling at the Spiral. “Come on. Everyone’s going to want to know what happened, and who better to tell that story than us?” Arcturus and Aden turned to rejoin the rest of their clan, but Anubis, for once, stayed still, staring off at where Shadowsong had vanished for a moment. But only for a moment, as with a flick of his wings, the dancer quickly went to chase after them. ---------------------------------------------------------------- On a dusty shelf in some forgotten corner of the Tangled Wood, the Time Devourer stood silently. As the shadows started to swallow it up once more, it thought to itself. Maybe being a genuine Second Age clock in near perfect condition wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Good luck finding anyone who knew how to repair it now, of course.
[Well, I got carried away with this one. I can see about breaking this post up if it's too long, but I had quite a bit of fun writing this story up! And seeing how it asked for a trio of dragons to solve this problem, I figured Prince Aden and his companions Anubis and Arcturus here would work quite well here.]


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“Hurry! Hurry!”

Anubis clung tightly to Aden’s giant tail as the two dragons dashed across the wide open field surrounding the citadel. Behind them, Arcturus was struggling to keep up. In the chaos that had taken their lair by storm, he’d bashed a wing during their escape and was falling behind the other two dragons. And just behind him was the Visionary. None of the three had ever seen her move so quickly, but there she was, chasing after them and laughing maniacally. With a great leap, she tackled Arcturus to the ground.

“Arcturus!” Anubis screamed! “No!”

“Leave me, save yourselves!” Arcturus yelled back. “Argh!”

The mighty Imperial, Aden, halted in his tracks. Despite the danger- despite knowing that the best thing to do right now was to leave the citadel as far behind him as he could- he couldn’t abandon his companions. “I’ve already lost the rest of this clan today,” he said. “I am not losing you, too!”

All too late, Anubis realized what was happening, as Aden turned himself around. Before he could say anything, the Imperial pounced at Arcturus, just as the Visionary raised her claws to strike the Tundra down. Arcturus closed his eyes tightly, bracing himself for the blow…


What seemed like an eternity passed before he dared to open his eyes again. When he did, he found himself floating in an endless sea of stars. Was he dead? No, he couldn’t be, Aden and Anubis were here too. As was the Visionary, who was now floating in the arms of a constellation. A constellation that began moving, setting the Nocturne down on the ground before slowly turning into a dragon.

“You say your name is Shadowsong?” Aden asked, once Shadowsong had begun to explain what was going on. “Why does that name seem so familiar? I swear I’ve heard it before.”

“This is not the first time your lair has fallen victim to these Mimics,” Shadowsong replied. “Nor is it the first time I’ve come to your clan’s aid. I am not surprised most of you don’t remember what happened back then, of course.”

“I think Manasurge talked about you occasionally,” Arcturus said, as he worked to tidy up his fur. “Wasn’t she one of the first ones that fell victim to this?”

“Mmmm… they may believe her to be a threat after what she’s done,” the Nocturne said. “Whatever the case, it would seem that the only ones who can save your clan now are you three.”

“Us?” Anubis yelped. “But- but- but- but we’re not warriors or mages! We can’t do anything here! We were told to run away!”

“Besides, we already have the culprit here,” Aden said, stepping forward. “Surely, now that you’ve dealt with the Visionary-”

“No, it’s not her who is responsible for bringing the Mimic into your lair,” Shadowsong said, shaking her head. “One of the other Nocturnes in your clan did this.”

It took only a second before Aden understood. “Nerzhul,” the Imperial said. “He was the one who started doing… something to the other clan members, and locking up those who weren’t affected. He’s the one we need to stop, isn’t he?”

Shadowsong simply nodded.

“But we’re not warriors!” Anubis yelled again, as the Nocturne began to turn back into a constellation. “What can we do? We… we’re going to die! Augh!”

“We’re not going to die,” Aden said, as the world faded back into view. “Arcturus, do you remember that dream bubble potion I was working on before this all got started?”

“Yes, but what does that have to do with stopping this Mimic?” Arcturus asked.

“Because if it hasn’t boiled over, we might be able to use it against Nerzhul. Come. We’re heading back to the citadel.”

“What?” Anubis yelped. “No! We can’t! We’re all going to end up like them!”

“No, we won’t. You’re right, we’re no warriors. But we’re the only ones who can save our clan. Quickly, we don’t have much time before her song wears off. I think I have an idea of how to fix this...”



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Night was beginning to fall as Nerzhul escorted Wildstar back to the citadel. It was far from the first time the Nocturne had caught her in the act- even though her old gang, the Black Nova Bandits, was long gone, the Tundra often couldn’t help but fall back into her old criminal ways. So it had been this time, as she’d been stealing some treasures from Treble’s latest dig side. Nerzhul wasn’t sure yet if he’d return the treasures to her or not, as he had yet to give them a close inspection. But already, one item in her bag had stood out to him.

“What is this?” Nerzhul asked.

“She said something about it being a genuine Second Age clock, in near perfect condition,” Wildstar replied, as the two entered the sheriff’s office. “Honestly, you should let me keep it. I’m sure I’d take better care of it than her. She’ll probably end up breaking it or something.”

Nerzhul was unimpressed by Wildstar’s pleas. He gestured for his Cragward Custodian to lock the Tundra up for a while until the rest of the clan council could decide what to do with her.

“They’re probably just going to let her off easy again,” he grumbled to himself, as he pulled the clock out of its sack again and stared at it. “If only I could stop her criminal ways for good.”

What if you could do just that? said a voice from somewhere, but Nerzhul couldn’t quite pick out where.

You could stop her for good. Stop all of them from causing any more trouble. Forever.

“I… yes. Yes, I could do just that,” Nerzhul said, picking up the clock and gazing into it. “Why didn’t I think of this before?”

It was unclear how much time passed with him staring silently at the clock before a tapping on the bars of the cell caught the Nocturne’s attention. “Hey, so uh, Nerzhul? When are you going to let me out of here?” Wildstar asked.

In a flash, Nerzhul suddenly turned and unleashed a blast of ice magic at the Tundra. And just like that, she was frozen not just in ice, but in time.

Yes, yes. Freeze this whole lair, freeze this whole world, the voice in the clock said. That way, nothing will ever cause trouble again.

Lost to whatever spell the clock had placed him under, Nerzhul jumped onto the shoulder of his Custodian. “Come on!” the Nocturne said. “I should have done this long ago. It’s time to punish them all for causing so much trouble!”


Aden, Anubis and Arcturus made their way back into the citadel. No one had bothered to close the gate behind them, so they were able to walk right in. It didn’t take long before they were greeted with a terrifying sight. The other dragons of their clan had been frozen in place- some individually, some in groups.

“Nerzhul’s gone mad,” Arcturus said, shivering. This cold was getting to him, even with his thick fur. “What could possess him to freeze our entire clan?”

The trio stopped short upon seeing a particularly frightening scene- Manasurge and Sanguine, both frozen in time. They looked as if they had been frozen in the middle of a battle, as Manasurge’s twelve eyes were glowing with power as she was beginning to unleash a blast of Arcane energy. Wait, since when did Manasurge have twelve eyes?

“Ice can’t freeze magic like this, can it?” Anubis asked.

“I don’t think so,” Aden replied. “There is something very odd going on here.”

But what exactly that was didn’t become clear until the approached the building containing Nerzhul’s office and jail. In front of the entrance, a dozen dragons led by the living furnace, Etna, had apparently attempted to confront Nerzhul, only to have become frozen like all the rest. And yet, Etna’s flames hadn’t gone out. They, too, were frozen in place.

“Now I see,” Aden said. “Normal ice would have extinguished Etna’s flames. They must all have been frozen in time as well.”

“What?” Anubis asked. “How’s that possible?”

“That mimic must have something to do with it,” Arcturus said. “If it can affect time, that might explain why nothing seems to have moved at all since we returned.” He looked up at the skies for a moment. “I don’t think the clouds are moving up there. Or the stars.”

It was becoming clear to all three of them that if it weren’t for Shadowsong’s magic, they, too, might have become stuck in time by now.

“So what do we do now?” Anubis asked Aden.

“I’m going back to my chambers to fetch the dream bubble potion. If we can trap Nerzhul in a dream bubble, that might give us enough time to find the mimic and put an end to this. I need you two to distract him so I can get into position.”

“But… but he hates my dancing! And his poems!” the Spiral protested, gesturing towards Arcturus.

“That’s what I’m counting on,” the Imperial replied with a smile, before dashing off towards his chambers, leaving the other two dragons alone outside Nerzhul’s door.

It was several minutes before either one of them spoke again. “So… you get him to come out!” Anubis said, as he cowered behind Arcturus.

“Me? Why me?”

“Ah… because… because it’s too cold for me to dance! Really!”

Arcturus didn’t believe that for a minute, but with a grumble, he’d step closer to the door. He’d have to come up with something on the spot.“Nerzhul!” the Tundra called out. “Come out of there! Uh… the stars usually shimmer so beautifully, but tonight… they seem to be stuck. Do you… do you want to come and see?” He silently cursed himself for coming up with something so lame, but under the circumstances, he doubted he could have done much better.

Regardless, his words had the desired effect. “What are you babbling on about?” came Nerzhul’s voice from within. Seconds later, the door flew open and the Custodian emerged from within, with the Nocturne riding on its shoulder as always. But this time he was carrying a clock in his claws. Where had he gotten that?

“I thought I’d taken care of you already,” the Nocturne grumbled. “No matter. I’ll freeze the both of you right here! Hhhrah!” Nerzhul unleashed a blast of ice magic towards Anubis and Arcturus, and they both braced themselves for the impact. But to everyone’s surprise, it never came.

“What?” Nerzhul yelled, as he sent forth a second blast. “Why isn’t this working? Why?”

Snarling in frustration, the Nocturne and his Custodian chased after Anubis and Arcturus, hurling blast after blast their way. The two were managing to distract Nerzhul, as he didn’t notice Aden coming up behind him until the Imperial started to blow a great big dream bubble.

“No!” the Nocturne growled, still clinging to the shoulder of his Custodian as it backed away. “I am not going in there! This is no time for dreams! I have important work to do!”

Aden grumbled. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy to get Nerzhul in there, even as the Nocturne started throwing blasts of freezing magic at him, too. But finally, with a deafening roar, the Imperial pounced at the duo, sending them all flying into the bubble. The clock fell from Nerzhul’s clutches and landed on the ground. To Anubis and Arcturus’s horror, however, before Aden could come back out of the bubble, it and everything around it froze in place, trapping him, Nerzhul and the Custodian inside just like the rest of their clan.

“Aden! No! How are we going to find the mimic now?” Anubis yelped.

It was only a few seconds before that question answered itself, as the clock suddenly stood up and began to grow to an enormous size. More frightening still, a mouth with dozens of sharp teeth opened up beneath the clock face as the mimic revealed its true form.



“So!” the Time Devourer yelled, a clattering of gears and cogs punctuating its every word. “You have taken that foolish Nocturne away from me. No matter, I don’t need him anymore. With the power I’ve gained from him, I’ll be able to stop time forever, starting with the two of you!”

Arcturus backed away slowly, gazing up at the enormous monster. “I think we’ve found our mimic!” he said to Anubis, who was once again clinging to the Tundra and screaming in terror.

“What do we do? What do we do?” the Spiral yelled.

Arcturus had no idea. Normally, the two of them could always have relied on Aden for guidance, but now he was out of reach. In desperation, he tried throwing a few bolts of arcane energy at the Time Devourer, most of which simply bounced uselessly off of it. But then, by chance, one of Arcturus’s spells hit one of the hands of the clock, nudging it forward, and for a second everything around them moved just a little.

“Ah! The hands! Go for the hands!” he yelled at Anubis.

“What hands? Clocks don’t have hands!” the Spiral replied.

“The pointy things! Hit those! I think that’s how it’s controlling time!”

The Tundra charged towards the mimic, while Anubis held back and watched in terror. With every hit Arcturus landed on the hands, they seemed to grow looser and looser, until finally he was able to send one spinning off completely! But it would be all he would be able to do, as with a deafening roar, the mimic blasted Arcturus with the same magic Nerzhul had been using, freezing him in mid air. Anubis was on his own now, and this was not a place he wanted to be in. He flew around in a panic, tying himself in knots again and again.

“Enough!” the mimic shouted, as it turned its attention towards the Spiral. “You’re the worst one of them all! Would you just… stop… moving!”

In a panic, Anubis sprung right towards the Time Devourer and wrapped himself tightly around its remaining hand. “Augh! That hurts!” the Time Devourer yelled. “Stop that! Stop everything!” The Spiral continued to pull on the hand, hoping he was moving it in the right direction. With one last effort, he finally broke it off and went tumbling to the ground.

That seemed to do the trick- the mimic began wobbling back and forth before finally collapsing on its back, shrinking back to its normal size as it did so. In that instant, all the time that it had gobbled up was released, and the imprisoned dragons were all released at once. For a moment, the courtyard echoed with the sounds of their various spells and attacks smashing uselessly into the walls, their original target having been long gone. Aden’s dream bubble fell to the ground as well, where it burst, releasing its occupants.

As the rest of their clan pulled themselves back together, trying to make sense of what had just happened, the Imperial joined Anubis and Arcturus to examine the mimic. “So this was the culprit all along?” Aden asked.

“Indeed it was,” said a voice behind him, and all three dragons turned to see Shadowsong emerging from her constellation, bringing the Visionary with her. “You’ve done well. I can take care of this from here.”

“W-wait!” Anubis said, flying over towards the Visionary. “So if Nerzhul and this… fake clock were responsible for all this, why did you attack us?”

“I’d known something like this was going to happen for some time now,” the Visionary replied. “You see, this mimic is what is known as a Time Devourer. It wanted to eat up all of time so that nothing would ever happen again. Once it got to work, though, it had the side effect of robbing me of my abilities to see the future. How could I see the future when there wouldn’t be one any more? It drove me mad. That’s why I attacked you three, and for that, I do apologize.”

“Well, it seems that you two managed to put a stop to it,” Aden said to his companions. “But as for Nerzhul here…” He turned as the Nocturne finally stirred. It seemed that when he’d been separated from the mimic inside the dream bubble he’d been knocked out, and was only now stirring.

“Ugh… what happened?” the Nocturne groaned, clutching at his head. “All I remember is that clock speaking to me and then… why was I in one of your dream bubbles, Prince Aden?”

“It’s a long story. But I’m sure Shadowsong here could… Shadowsong?” Aden turned just as the Nocturne started turning back into a constellation, cradling the Time Devourer in her arms.

“I must go now,” she said, as she faded from view in the growing sunlight. “There are other clans that still need my help. But perhaps we shall meet again.”

“Wait! Wait!” Anubis said, as Shadowsong and the mimic vanished completely. “Come back! What are you going to do with that thing? It.. isn’t it dangerous?”

“Hmm. Perhaps it’s better that we don’t know,” Arcturus said, smiling at the Spiral. “Come on. Everyone’s going to want to know what happened, and who better to tell that story than us?”

Arcturus and Aden turned to rejoin the rest of their clan, but Anubis, for once, stayed still, staring off at where Shadowsong had vanished for a moment. But only for a moment, as with a flick of his wings, the dancer quickly went to chase after them.


On a dusty shelf in some forgotten corner of the Tangled Wood, the Time Devourer stood silently. As the shadows started to swallow it up once more, it thought to itself. Maybe being a genuine Second Age clock in near perfect condition wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Good luck finding anyone who knew how to repair it now, of course.
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[columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=36407598] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/364076/36407598_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol] [center][font=Vivaldi][size=7]Atlantis[/size][/font][/center] ------ [size=2]Although on a personal matter she had always thought of some Nocturnes to be scary and dangerous, but this year proved her fear of them to be slightly greater when she witnesses one of her clanmates and good friend be viciously attacked by a berserk Nocturne, but soon learns that it was under the control of a Mimic. Despite her lack of knowledge about mimics however, she doesn't approve of their existence, but all she knows of them is that they are more dangerous and aggressive than the normal, slightly less but-not-so-much belligerent familiars and their counterparts. Overall however, she will do whatever it takes to save her clan from the dangers of this one or-- possibly but hopefully not-- more mimics.[/size] [/columns] [columns] [center][font=Vivaldi][size=7]Andrine[/size][/font][/center] ------ [size=2]Despite her psychic abilities, Andrine was not able to see the oncomings of the Nocturne attacks that recklessly emerged this year. One of her clanmates has already taken a near-brutal beating just a moment before she would even see it coming, but even more so she did not even expect a constellation vision of the legendary Shadowsong who managed to stop the Nocturne attacker before things would get out of hand. Perhaps it is the mimic trickery and the Nocturne magic that are interfering with her abilities at a slightly slow rate, but one thing's for certain Andrine will whatever it takes to stop this madness and stop whoever-- or whatever-- is causing these Nocturnes to go berserk and perhaps prevent another invasion against Sornieth, itself.[/size] [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38918712] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/389188/38918712_350.png[/img] [/url] [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41112418] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/411125/41112418_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol] [center][font=Vivaldi][size=7]Mystique[/size][/font][/center] ------ [size=2]One of the first dragons in the clan to be attacked by a berserk Nocturne under the influence of a mimic, and it was certainly no picnic for that matter. Although he was able to recover, he may not trust another Nocturne after that, but after a visitation by the constellation of Shadowsong he now knows that there is a more dangerous foe out there to deal with on this longest night of the year. Even though he may have been attacked by one of his fellow clanmates but he is also one of the clan's best and skilled archers in the land and he will do anything he can to save his fellow Nocturnes and save Sornieth from destruction.[/size] [/columns] ------ News nearly spread like wildfire as reports of a mimic had been causing the recent chaos inside the Whispering Mire Clan. The Progenitor of the clan has instructed her subjects to evacuate the premises as soon as possible, but over time only a handful of the clan members had been captured, injured, and/or imprisoned and very few had already escaped and taken shelter into the underground tunnels of the Foxfire Bramble territory. While the evacuation continued, few of the Nocturne clanmates manages to withdraw the Mimic’s trickery and help their fellow comrades to escape the lair as soon as possible, but several others had already succumbed to the influence and had already taken hold of nearly the entire lair. Only three dragons however, the beautiful [i]Atlantis[/i], the all-seeing [i]Andrine[/i], and the quick-witted [i]Mystique[/i] who each confronted a berserk Nocturne while they were about to escape until Mystique was attacked and nearly killed but was saved by an emitting constellation in the form of the legendary Nocturne, [i]Shadowsong[/i], who came presently towards the three dragons and told them of the current situations. “You know, this could explain why my psychic abilities were being blocked for some time,” Andrine explained. “A mimic’s power can not only influence the minds of Nocturnes, but any dragon with mystic powers within the creature’s range of presence can be interfered for a long amount of time.” “Um, how long [i]exactly[/i] does a mimic block these powers?” Atlantis asked with a timid tone in her voice. “I’m afraid… since the mimics and their counterparts only come out at this time of year along with the Nocturnes, they’ll only be around until the first daybreak of next year.” “So we don’t have the time then!” Mystique yelped in worry. “Few of our dragon friends and family have already escaped the lair, several of our Nocturne allies have gone berserk by this mimic, and many of our brethren are being captured and imprisoned at this moment by the manipulated Nocturnes!” “Which is why we must retrace our steps back into the lair in hopes of finding and if necessary, destroy the mimic while it’s still here.” Andrine finished with a confident tone this time. Immediately, Andrine, Mystique, and Atlantis each returned to the Whispering Mire campgrounds to uncover the whereabouts of the mimic threat. They searched high and low, all over the lair; Andrine checked the royal chambers of the progenitor and even checked her own quarters just to make sure she hasn’t come across any peculiar creatures she might’ve picked up by accident during her last trip to the trading grounds. Mystique checked thoroughly over the storage facilities where multiple collections of food, treasure, and other supplies were stored, but found no trace of the mimic. And Atlantis searched through the nesting areas to see if the mimic may have been hiding amongst the hatchlings during the last incubation days before the seasonal Nocturne migrations would commence, and lucky for her but at the same time not she found nothing in sight. Time was running shorter than usual, and some of the Nocturnes that were left within the lair had gone wilder than when it began; among one of the dragons was a gargoyle-looking Nocturne named [i]Davarr[/i], whose eyes grew mad like a rabid wolf and his grin looked something like the insanity of a criminal, cackling and giggling in an uncontrolled state of hysterics. What was even more peculiar is that his ‘apparel’ looked like hands shrouding all over his body, the fingertips of his wings were ice cold and chained, and he even wore frozen shackles like they were bracelets. [columns] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=35991293&skin=21589&apparel=27204,8955,28800,25620,28799,28798,2481,28803,28804,25929,28802&xt=dressing.png[/img] [nextcol] [i]“Heheheheheh.”[/i] He laughed maniacally. “Hahahahahahaa… Soon… it’ll be over soon. This land will be all [i]mine[/i]-- eh, I mean, [i]ours[/i]… yes, it’ll belong to us. We just need to take care of a few more things before we proceed with the others. We have all night [i]long[/i] after all.” [/columns] Within the darkest shadows behind Davarr, an unusual being looms over the deranged Nocturne, smiling deviously while it waves its talon claws around as dark mists emitted through, looking like it were casting a spell. Its eyes glowed yellow, teeth barred and glistened like a diamond, and its serpentine body looked to be made of black paper and shimmering red mane. It was not only enjoying the chaos upon the now possessed Davarr, but it seems to be communing through the Nocturne's body as well. This creature, this [i]Scroll Stealer[/i], is not only tampering with the body of Davarr, but this is the very culprit itself-- the mimic that's been causing this pandemonium the whole time. [columns] [i]'... And by [b]ours[/b] of course,'[/i] It thought to itself. [i]'... I do mean [b][u]mine[/u][/b]; and no pathetic dragons or others like me shall have it on this glorious night! Hehehehehehahahahahahaaa...!!!'[/i] [nextcol] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/art/28860.png[/img] [/columns] [b]__________[/b] With no luck at hand, Andrine, Mystique, and Atlantis regrouped at the thickets near the gates of the lair after searching nearly every section available of the Foxfire Bramble territory, but therebwas so far no sign of the mimic, and whatever its doing or planning with the retained Nocturnes most certainly cannot be too far within the Shadow region. Atlantis, momentarily, was the first to speak. "Perhaps the mimic has grown tired of its games and finally managed to leave?" "Impossible!" Mystique commented. "I overheard one of the influenced Nocturnes whispering something about a ritual with scrolls and sacrifice, and something about the shadow being shady... or was it something about chimichangas... Wait, what's a chimichanga got to do with the mimic?" "What's a chimichanga?" "Enough of this!" Andrine snarled with an agitated tone. "We don't have time for games, and the song which Shadowsong casted upon us for protection is nearly wearing off, I can feel it slipping away at each passing second. If we do not locate that mimic our clan will be lost for eternity!" "Then what is it [i]can[/i] we do? Not all of us have psychic abilities, brew potions, or even have other forms of power such as you do Andrine." Mystique replied. "I'm just as stumped as you are; that mimic could be hiding anywhere! For all we know, it could already be concocting a way to summon the Shade--" "Mystique, please, refrain from saying such horrible things!" Atlantis chirped with a frightful tone. "I just can't imagine this world to be invaded by that-- [i]thing[/i] again." Andrine took a small moment for herself and tries to comfort Atlantis from her fears. "Calm yourself my Fae friend; the Shade has long gone and will [i]never[/i] return, but I'm afraid Mystique has a slight point-- that is, [i]whatever[/i] the mimic is planning we will not give it the opportunity to succeed from it." Shortly, Andrine walks over to a small and spacial area of the thicket and begins to draw a runic pattern around her in the soft dirt; then she sits in the center as the floating candles around her start to swivel slowly around her. "My abilities may be temporarily blocked by the presence of the mimic in this realm, but I still hold out what's available for only a short time." Andrine explained as she closes her eyes and sets herself into a trance. "If I can just take this moment to foresee what the mimic is planning then it's possible to see where its located." As soon as Andrine is completely relaxed and her mind at ease she spoke once more. "Mystique, explain again-- thoroughly this time, of what the rumors you heard of from the Influenced." Mystique clears his throat and once more he begins to explain the rumors. "*Ahem!* While I was searching through the barracks of the militant campgrounds of the Grove, I stumbled across one of the Nocturnes approaching the memorial stands, holding piles of scribes in its claws..." [i]Scribes?[/i] Andrine thought while in her trance as she hears her comrade continue. "... The Nocturne stops at the area as another one approached him. I could barely make out what they were discussing in the distance but all I managed to hear were the words [i]ritual[/i], [i]crescent[/i], [i]scrolls[/i], [i]sacrifice[/i], [i]ethereal[/i], and chimi-- no, [i][b]cleansing[/b][/i]." With all the clues seared into Andrine's mind, Andrine herself now steadies her thoughts and keeps focus of what they mean. The candles that surround Andrine then swirled at a slight speedy pace, creating unusual runic patterns in the air. Then, the circle in the ground glowed a bright orange aura, illuminating around the enchantress, and the amber stone on her headdress shined and beamed to indicate that Andrine's power is in full effect. Suddenly, all of Andrine's thoughts take a major effect as a whole new vision appeared before her! She could barely make it out, but it looks like a Nocturne dressed in a shady apparel, hovering over an open abyss with a small yellow-eyed figure cackling beneath the shadows of an ancient ruin. The dressed Nocturne plunges into the abyss, causing it to burst into flames of shadow as the abyss itself suddenly spouts a large beacon of light, and as it shines through all of the Shadow realm the mysterious creature in the ruins is revealed to be the mimic itself, a [i][b]Scroll Stealer[/b][/i]!!! With one gasp of breath, Andrine finally snaps out of the vision and relieves herself from her power, but felt shocked of what she had seen. "What is it? What did you see?" Atlantis asked with a worried look. For a long moment there was silence... Then Andrine replied. "I know where the mimic is... And Davarr is in grave danger!" [b]__________[/b]

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Atlantis

Although on a personal matter she had always thought of some Nocturnes to be scary and dangerous, but this year proved her fear of them to be slightly greater when she witnesses one of her clanmates and good friend be viciously attacked by a berserk Nocturne, but soon learns that it was under the control of a Mimic. Despite her lack of knowledge about mimics however, she doesn't approve of their existence, but all she knows of them is that they are more dangerous and aggressive than the normal, slightly less but-not-so-much belligerent familiars and their counterparts. Overall however, she will do whatever it takes to save her clan from the dangers of this one or-- possibly but hopefully not-- more mimics.


Andrine

Despite her psychic abilities, Andrine was not able to see the oncomings of the Nocturne attacks that recklessly emerged this year. One of her clanmates has already taken a near-brutal beating just a moment before she would even see it coming, but even more so she did not even expect a constellation vision of the legendary Shadowsong who managed to stop the Nocturne attacker before things would get out of hand. Perhaps it is the mimic trickery and the Nocturne magic that are interfering with her abilities at a slightly slow rate, but one thing's for certain Andrine will whatever it takes to stop this madness and stop whoever-- or whatever-- is causing these Nocturnes to go berserk and perhaps prevent another invasion against Sornieth, itself.

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Mystique

One of the first dragons in the clan to be attacked by a berserk Nocturne under the influence of a mimic, and it was certainly no picnic for that matter. Although he was able to recover, he may not trust another Nocturne after that, but after a visitation by the constellation of Shadowsong he now knows that there is a more dangerous foe out there to deal with on this longest night of the year. Even though he may have been attacked by one of his fellow clanmates but he is also one of the clan's best and skilled archers in the land and he will do anything he can to save his fellow Nocturnes and save Sornieth from destruction.



News nearly spread like wildfire as reports of a mimic had been causing the recent chaos inside the Whispering Mire Clan. The Progenitor of the clan has instructed her subjects to evacuate the premises as soon as possible, but over time only a handful of the clan members had been captured, injured, and/or imprisoned and very few had already escaped and taken shelter into the underground tunnels of the Foxfire Bramble territory. While the evacuation continued, few of the Nocturne clanmates manages to withdraw the Mimic’s trickery and help their fellow comrades to escape the lair as soon as possible, but several others had already succumbed to the influence and had already taken hold of nearly the entire lair.

Only three dragons however, the beautiful Atlantis, the all-seeing Andrine, and the quick-witted Mystique who each confronted a berserk Nocturne while they were about to escape until Mystique was attacked and nearly killed but was saved by an emitting constellation in the form of the legendary Nocturne, Shadowsong, who came presently towards the three dragons and told them of the current situations.

“You know, this could explain why my psychic abilities were being blocked for some time,” Andrine explained. “A mimic’s power can not only influence the minds of Nocturnes, but any dragon with mystic powers within the creature’s range of presence can be interfered for a long amount of time.”

“Um, how long exactly does a mimic block these powers?” Atlantis asked with a timid tone in her voice.

“I’m afraid… since the mimics and their counterparts only come out at this time of year along with the Nocturnes, they’ll only be around until the first daybreak of next year.”

“So we don’t have the time then!” Mystique yelped in worry. “Few of our dragon friends and family have already escaped the lair, several of our Nocturne allies have gone berserk by this mimic, and many of our brethren are being captured and imprisoned at this moment by the manipulated Nocturnes!”

“Which is why we must retrace our steps back into the lair in hopes of finding and if necessary, destroy the mimic while it’s still here.” Andrine finished with a confident tone this time.

Immediately, Andrine, Mystique, and Atlantis each returned to the Whispering Mire campgrounds to uncover the whereabouts of the mimic threat.

They searched high and low, all over the lair; Andrine checked the royal chambers of the progenitor and even checked her own quarters just to make sure she hasn’t come across any peculiar creatures she might’ve picked up by accident during her last trip to the trading grounds. Mystique checked thoroughly over the storage facilities where multiple collections of food, treasure, and other supplies were stored, but found no trace of the mimic. And Atlantis searched through the nesting areas to see if the mimic may have been hiding amongst the hatchlings during the last incubation days before the seasonal Nocturne migrations would commence, and lucky for her but at the same time not she found nothing in sight.


Time was running shorter than usual, and some of the Nocturnes that were left within the lair had gone wilder than when it began; among one of the dragons was a gargoyle-looking Nocturne named Davarr, whose eyes grew mad like a rabid wolf and his grin looked something like the insanity of a criminal, cackling and giggling in an uncontrolled state of hysterics. What was even more peculiar is that his ‘apparel’ looked like hands shrouding all over his body, the fingertips of his wings were ice cold and chained, and he even wore frozen shackles like they were bracelets.

dragon?did=35991293&skin=21589&apparel=27204,8955,28800,25620,28799,28798,2481,28803,28804,25929,28802&xt=dressing.png “Heheheheheh.” He laughed maniacally. “Hahahahahahaa… Soon… it’ll be over soon. This land will be all mine-- eh, I mean, ours… yes, it’ll belong to us. We just need to take care of a few more things before we proceed with the others. We have all night long after all.”

Within the darkest shadows behind Davarr, an unusual being looms over the deranged Nocturne, smiling deviously while it waves its talon claws around as dark mists emitted through, looking like it were casting a spell. Its eyes glowed yellow, teeth barred and glistened like a diamond, and its serpentine body looked to be made of black paper and shimmering red mane. It was not only enjoying the chaos upon the now possessed Davarr, but it seems to be communing through the Nocturne's body as well.

This creature, this Scroll Stealer, is not only tampering with the body of Davarr, but this is the very culprit itself-- the mimic that's been causing this pandemonium the whole time.
'... And by ours of course,' It thought to itself. '... I do mean mine; and no pathetic dragons or others like me shall have it on this glorious night! Hehehehehehahahahahahaaa...!!!' 28860.png
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With no luck at hand, Andrine, Mystique, and Atlantis regrouped at the thickets near the gates of the lair after searching nearly every section available of the Foxfire Bramble territory, but therebwas so far no sign of the mimic, and whatever its doing or planning with the retained Nocturnes most certainly cannot be too far within the Shadow region.

Atlantis, momentarily, was the first to speak. "Perhaps the mimic has grown tired of its games and finally managed to leave?"

"Impossible!" Mystique commented. "I overheard one of the influenced Nocturnes whispering something about a ritual with scrolls and sacrifice, and something about the shadow being shady... or was it something about chimichangas... Wait, what's a chimichanga got to do with the mimic?"

"What's a chimichanga?"

"Enough of this!" Andrine snarled with an agitated tone. "We don't have time for games, and the song which Shadowsong casted upon us for protection is nearly wearing off, I can feel it slipping away at each passing second. If we do not locate that mimic our clan will be lost for eternity!"

"Then what is it can we do? Not all of us have psychic abilities, brew potions, or even have other forms of power such as you do Andrine." Mystique replied. "I'm just as stumped as you are; that mimic could be hiding anywhere! For all we know, it could already be concocting a way to summon the Shade--"

"Mystique, please, refrain from saying such horrible things!" Atlantis chirped with a frightful tone. "I just can't imagine this world to be invaded by that-- thing again."

Andrine took a small moment for herself and tries to comfort Atlantis from her fears. "Calm yourself my Fae friend; the Shade has long gone and will never return, but I'm afraid Mystique has a slight point-- that is, whatever the mimic is planning we will not give it the opportunity to succeed from it."

Shortly, Andrine walks over to a small and spacial area of the thicket and begins to draw a runic pattern around her in the soft dirt; then she sits in the center as the floating candles around her start to swivel slowly around her.

"My abilities may be temporarily blocked by the presence of the mimic in this realm, but I still hold out what's available for only a short time." Andrine explained as she closes her eyes and sets herself into a trance. "If I can just take this moment to foresee what the mimic is planning then it's possible to see where its located."

As soon as Andrine is completely relaxed and her mind at ease she spoke once more. "Mystique, explain again-- thoroughly this time, of what the rumors you heard of from the Influenced."

Mystique clears his throat and once more he begins to explain the rumors. "*Ahem!* While I was searching through the barracks of the militant campgrounds of the Grove, I stumbled across one of the Nocturnes approaching the memorial stands, holding piles of scribes in its claws..."

Scribes? Andrine thought while in her trance as she hears her comrade continue.

"... The Nocturne stops at the area as another one approached him. I could barely make out what they were discussing in the distance but all I managed to hear were the words ritual, crescent, scrolls, sacrifice, ethereal, and chimi-- no, cleansing."

With all the clues seared into Andrine's mind, Andrine herself now steadies her thoughts and keeps focus of what they mean. The candles that surround Andrine then swirled at a slight speedy pace, creating unusual runic patterns in the air. Then, the circle in the ground glowed a bright orange aura, illuminating around the enchantress, and the amber stone on her headdress shined and beamed to indicate that Andrine's power is in full effect.

Suddenly, all of Andrine's thoughts take a major effect as a whole new vision appeared before her! She could barely make it out, but it looks like a Nocturne dressed in a shady apparel, hovering over an open abyss with a small yellow-eyed figure cackling beneath the shadows of an ancient ruin. The dressed Nocturne plunges into the abyss, causing it to burst into flames of shadow as the abyss itself suddenly spouts a large beacon of light, and as it shines through all of the Shadow realm the mysterious creature in the ruins is revealed to be the mimic itself, a Scroll Stealer!!!

With one gasp of breath, Andrine finally snaps out of the vision and relieves herself from her power, but felt shocked of what she had seen.

"What is it? What did you see?" Atlantis asked with a worried look.

For a long moment there was silence... Then Andrine replied.

"I know where the mimic is... And Davarr is in grave danger!"
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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=418006] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/4181/418006_350.png[/img] [/url] There was no denying that Shadowsong was telling the truth. All around her, Reithya found her clanmates snoozing or otherwise entranced by fanciful lights that adorned the domain taken by the clan. What one might mistaken as an evening spent frolicking and in rejoice for dominance, something far more sinister sneaked within the shadows of the mountain. The wasteland veteran made no sound, no acknowledgement aside from a non-verbal nod to the nocturne as she quickly began to trot around the Ancient Lair. Hidden from view of the nocturne, only her trusty companion, the black cat that was always at her side, followed. For cats can sense the beings of sensitive natures~ Despite her haste, the hour drew ever longer as even the lava of Blacksand Annex itself seemed to cool and darken, to give off little light in this darkened night. Yet the skilled wildclaw did not give up, and soon came across a young, handsome pearlcatcher. One of the second generation offspring from the progenitor and matron of the clan. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43654167] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/436542/43654167_350.png[/img] [/url] Regalia's gaze never once flinched from the orbiting balloon dancing in the sky. The trail of tassels whipping to and fro in a mesmerizing display, keeping the young male enthralled as the spell continued to come over the clan. [item=glowing globe] [i]That must be the mimic![/i] Reithya thought to herself in a panic. But how could she get to it while it danced so carelessly over the Great Furnace itself?! As a plague dragon, her very hide shivered at the thought of falling into the magnificence of her home, the raw, liquid, untapped power of Sornieth herself! Her cat companion mewed in sensing her discomfort, but the globe never tore it's menacing gaze away from it's prize, the dragon it had bonded to; the poor lad just wanting to gain the attention of his parents and be all that shined in the lair... But then, a blue hue began to emanate from within the depths of the rocky terrain. A soft pawprint after another echoing up the pathway, before glowing blue candles and flames began to clear away and eat at the very spell the mimic cast. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47843663] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/478437/47843663_350.png[/img] [/url] Scoria stepped forth, and soon, even the young dragon had to turn his gaze to view the blue hue that radiated from the strange source. "Leave him," came the command of the newcomer. The globe hissed as it's tassels whipped around to try and entrance this new dragon, but even then as it finally gaze into the stark lapis crystal above his forehead horn, the balloon slowly fell into it's new trance. "Come with me, little one. The darkness is easier to fend away when you've light to guide the way," the blue eyed pearlcatcher mused, and as he turned, the globe followed obediently, stuck in a trance all his own. Reithya stared from the shadows, equally grateful and uneasy about this newcomer, until her companion raced over and purred as it met Scoria's leg. In turn, Scoria gave an affectionate nibble to the cat's tail, and dipped his head to the protector who waited, hiding in the shadows, before disappearing into the mountain once more, taking the mimic and the spell it had cast, with him.

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There was no denying that Shadowsong was telling the truth. All around her, Reithya found her clanmates snoozing or otherwise entranced by fanciful lights that adorned the domain taken by the clan. What one might mistaken as an evening spent frolicking and in rejoice for dominance, something far more sinister sneaked within the shadows of the mountain.

The wasteland veteran made no sound, no acknowledgement aside from a non-verbal nod to the nocturne as she quickly began to trot around the Ancient Lair. Hidden from view of the nocturne, only her trusty companion, the black cat that was always at her side, followed. For cats can sense the beings of sensitive natures~

Despite her haste, the hour drew ever longer as even the lava of Blacksand Annex itself seemed to cool and darken, to give off little light in this darkened night. Yet the skilled wildclaw did not give up, and soon came across a young, handsome pearlcatcher. One of the second generation offspring from the progenitor and matron of the clan.


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Regalia's gaze never once flinched from the orbiting balloon dancing in the sky. The trail of tassels whipping to and fro in a mesmerizing display, keeping the young male enthralled as the spell continued to come over the clan.



That must be the mimic! Reithya thought to herself in a panic. But how could she get to it while it danced so carelessly over the Great Furnace itself?! As a plague dragon, her very hide shivered at the thought of falling into the magnificence of her home, the raw, liquid, untapped power of Sornieth herself! Her cat companion mewed in sensing her discomfort, but the globe never tore it's menacing gaze away from it's prize, the dragon it had bonded to; the poor lad just wanting to gain the attention of his parents and be all that shined in the lair...

But then, a blue hue began to emanate from within the depths of the rocky terrain. A soft pawprint after another echoing up the pathway, before glowing blue candles and flames began to clear away and eat at the very spell the mimic cast.


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Scoria stepped forth, and soon, even the young dragon had to turn his gaze to view the blue hue that radiated from the strange source. "Leave him," came the command of the newcomer. The globe hissed as it's tassels whipped around to try and entrance this new dragon, but even then as it finally gaze into the stark lapis crystal above his forehead horn, the balloon slowly fell into it's new trance.

"Come with me, little one. The darkness is easier to fend away when you've light to guide the way," the blue eyed pearlcatcher mused, and as he turned, the globe followed obediently, stuck in a trance all his own.

Reithya stared from the shadows, equally grateful and uneasy about this newcomer, until her companion raced over and purred as it met Scoria's leg. In turn, Scoria gave an affectionate nibble to the cat's tail, and dipped his head to the protector who waited, hiding in the shadows, before disappearing into the mountain once more, taking the mimic and the spell it had cast, with him.
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=14994561] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/149946/14994561_350.png[/img] [/url] Saranya,the Cloudbringer. She is a renown perfumist and skilled in hypnosis. Her concoctions hold a strange power that can influence their wearer. Those who meet her eyes find they cannot look away, and once they hear her voice, find their will melts to nothing in the face of her whims. She can get almost anyone to do almost anything if the fancy strikes her. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41752480] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/417525/41752480_350.png[/img] [/url] Fensalir is a powerful marsh witch. She can call forth a thick mist to hide herself or confuse her enemies, or can bring water bubbling to the surface of the earth, creating sinkholes that swallow them whole. Her delving skills are unmatched, and enable her to find hidden and lost things. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15428967] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/154290/15428967_350.png[/img] [/url] Ivalaine is a powerful shadow mage. Her clan is her charge and she serves as a close friend and adviser to the High Priestess. The shadows bend to her every whim, and she can travel through them, bend them around herself or others to become hidden, and even drag others into the shadow realm that lies just adjacent to this one, guiding them safely through, or leaving them to wander for eternity in silence and darkness, to succumb to inevitable insanity. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=29362256] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/293623/29362256_350.png[/img] [/url] Shiva is the clan's general. She is a fierce fighter, and her blade brings with it an icy death. She is a wise leader and skilled strategist, unmatched in battle, and known for her calm and decisive leadership. She is a close friend of and adviser to the High Priestess. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38106466] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/381065/38106466_350.png[/img] [/url] Laverna is mysterious individual who arrived on the Night of the Nocturne several years ago with a message for the High Priestess. After speaking privately with the priestess for a time she settled in for the night and never left. She wears a strange new necklace made of gleaming gold with a mesmerizing stone at its center. Where could it have come from? __________________________________________________________________ Ivalaine gently cradled the limp corpse of her High Priestess in her claws. She still could not come to grips with the harsh reality before her. Saranya steadily held the Nocturne's gaze, urging her to be still and calm. "She is barely responsive to my power. I will not be able to hold her for long. We must immobilize her. If we do not we will likely die." Fensalir stared at the scene before her, horrified. The bodies of her clanmates lay strewn before her, torn apart by the general sworn to protect them. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I can slow her down." She closed her eyes and calmed her breathing, letting her consciousness sink slowly down into the depths of the earth. There. She felt the water flowing deep beneath her, and urged it upward. "Saranya, step away from her." The Skydancer slowly did as she was bid, never breaking her gaze with the Nocturne before her. The ground around the maddened general darkened, the earth became loose, and Shiva began to slowly sink. Ivalaine clutched the limp mirror tighter. "Will you kill her?" she asked the Pearlcatcher. "No. the sinkhole is not that deep. She will likely soon be free, but we should have enough time to get away." "We must find Lagertha. The necromancer is our only hope to revive our priestess and save our clan." said Ivalaine. "Lets be quickly away". She took one final look at her dearest friend, her friend no longer, who had slain her priestess. Saranya nodded, and as the Nocturne sank up to her neck in earth, broke her gaze, turning to lead the group away. "We must find somewhere safe to hide, to give Fensalir time to search, to find Lagertha. Come, Quickly!" The three ran quickly through the dark forest, dodging brambles. Ivailaine called upon the shadows to surround the group, hiding their presence. ____ The group ran on, exhausted. They came to a stop by some brambles, and crouched to remain hidden. They could hear laughter in the distance. Their general followed close on their heels, humming a haunting tune. "She grows closer." panted Saranya. "The shadows will protect us for now, but we must draw her away." whispered Ivalaine. "I will confuse her path. I'll summon a protective mist. It will hide us and cover our trail." Fensalir took a steadying breath, calling the water to her, willing it to saturate the air for miles around. "That should keep her away for a while." Fensalir stood. "There is a cave, near the river. I go there when I need a quiet place to focus. It should be safe. I've never brought anyone there before." "Lead the way." said Saranya. They followed the river upstream, and the water grew louder. They came upon a waterfall. "This way." Fensalir led the way, parting the flowing water to reveal a narrow passage through the rock. Saranya looked at the Guradian beside her. "You won't fit." Ivalaine glanced at the passage, then turned to Fensalir. "How far is the chamber we seek?" "Not far" Fensalir assured her. "Maybe a quarter mile." Ivalaine nodded and held her fallen priestess close, melting into the shadows. "I will meet you there" her voice echoed around them though they could no longer see her. She and their priestess walked the shadow realm now. ____ The chamber was large and damp. Water pooled in shallow craters in the stone and dripped from the cave walls and ceiling. In the center was a larger, deeper pool. "Wait here" said Fensalir, as she pulled a crystal pendant from around her neck. She approached the pool, holding the crystal before her. It swayed gently from side to side, and her eyes grew heavy as she watched. She entered a meditative state, becoming one with the water in the earth and the air. She saw all it saw and heard all it heard. She focused her mind on the Necromancer. 'Find her. Take me to her. Show me where she is.' she thought. Her mind traveled all throughout the Tangled Wood, searching. There! She could see her. The skydancer huddled close by her mate. They were in a little used store room of the lair, quietly hiding among the crates and cobweb covered shelves. Lagertha's mate tended a wound on her shoulder. It was bleeding profusely. The skydancer snarled as her wound was bandaged, her tail lashing angrily. Fensalir retreated back to herslef, opening her eyes. She stood stiffly, and wobbled as she took her first steps, looking around the cavern. She was exhausted. The powerful magic she had invoked this day, and the long trek to the cave had worn her out. Saranya was curled up in a corner, sleeping, but Ivalaine, ever watchful stood over the body of their priestess. "Did you find her?" "Yes. She is wounded but alive. You will find her in the old storeroom, at the back of the lair." Ivalaine nodded and scooped up the limp mirror. "I must go to them." She looked with pity upon the exhausted Pearlcatcher. "Your work is not yet done. You must find the cursed object, destroy it, and free the clan's Nocturnes from their madness." "I understand." Fensalir turned determinedly back toward the pool as Ivalaine once again became one with the shadows. _____ Lagertha flinched as her mate finished tying down the bandage. They could hear screams beyond the storeroom door and their clanmates fled from the maddened Nocturnes. She feared the worst. Dark magic was at work here. She stiffened as the shadows around her thickened, like velvet, and became solid. A guardian appeared before her, bearing the body of her High Priestess. "Can you save her?" asked Ivalaine, placing the mirror before the Necromancer. Lagertha approached, examining her priestess, as her mate moved to guard the door. "Yes. She is not long dead, her spirit still lingers near by, and her body is still relatively in tact. We must repair her vessel, so that her spirit can be anchored in this world. I will need some supplies though, and wandering now is dangerous." "I can fetch them. Tell me what you need, and where to find it." said the Guardian. Lagertha listed her needs. "I will return shortly" said Ivalaine. _____ Fensalir snapped back to herself, and swayed, collapsing on the ground, her vision blurry. As her eyes focused, she saw Saranya staring down at her. "Are you all right?" Fensalir nodded and stood weakly. "I found it. The mimic." Saranya's eyes narrowed in anticipation. "Where?" "It is with Laverna. In the form of a necklace. She wanders the woods." "How far?" asked the skydancer. "Not far. We must hurry, before any more of our clanmates are slain." "Will you be alright?" asked the skydancer. "I have to be." Saranya supported the Pearlcatcher as they made their way back through the cavern tunnels, past the waterfall and into the thick mist that lay over the Tangled Wood. _____ Saranya walked slowly through the mist, a hand on Fensalir's shoulder, trusting the Pearlcatcher to guide her, and be her eyes. They heard distant screams and laughter. And a quiet, haunting tune. The same one Shiva had been humming earlier. "That's her." whispered Fensalir. "That's Laverna." A faint and sickly green light fought its way through the mist, approaching ever closer. Fensalir breathed heavily and sunk to the ground. "I am sorry. I cannot fight. I am too weak." Saranya glanced quickly down at the Pearl, then back up to the approaching light. "You won't have to. I will hold her with my eyes. All you need do is take the necklace and summon Shadowsong." Fensalir stared in the direction of the approaching Nocturne. The song was growing louder, muffled by the mist, it seemed to be coming from all around them. If not for the light they might not have known from where the Nocturne approached. "Alright." "Can you clear the mist around us? She must clearly meet my eyes." Fensalir nodded and closed her own eyes, concentrating. The mist before them parted, revealing a shadowy Nocturne that glowed green. Saranya stepped forward. "Laverna." The Nocturne turned and met her eyes, halting her approach. "Now Fensalir!" cried Saranya. "Fensalir gathered the last of her strength and lunged toward Laverna, grasping at her throat. Her claws caught the golden necklace, which fell from the Nocturne's neck, changing to a toothy chest as it hit the forest floor. Fensalir grabbed the chest, narrowly avoiding it's teeth as it chomped down. Laverna snarled and made to grab her, but Saranya stepped between them, grasping the Nocturne's chin and holding her eyes to her own. "Quickly!" urged the Skydancer, as she held the snarling Nocturne's gaze. "SHADOWSONG!" Fensalir's voice cracked as she cried out in desperation. She stared frantically at the night sky, struggling to hold the snapping and snarling mimic in her now bleeding arms. A patch of stars descended, and came to rest at her feet. "You did well." Shadowsong gently placed a claw on the mimic, and it and Laverna both grew silent and still. The mimic crumbled into dust and Laverna crumpled to the ground in a heap. Saranya turned to her savior, panting. "Is it done? Is the madness cured?" Shadowsong nodded gravely. "The Nocturnes of your clan should have returned to themselves. Though not physically injured, the memories of what they have done this night will bring them great pain. I hope you and your surviving clanmates will be able to forgive and support them through this difficult time." Saranya and Fensalir looked sadly upon Lagertha, who lay still and unconscious on the forest floor. "Fear not, they will soon wake." Shadowsong spread her wings and took to the air in a single powerful swoop. "I must go. Yours is not the only clan affected this night. I must do what I can to save the others." Fensalir approached the sleeping Nocturne, collapsing at her side. "Rest now Fensalir. You have done well this night. Guide Lagertha back to the clan when she wakens. I will return and see what I can do to help. There is much work to be done to restore our fallen clan." Fensalir nodded tiredly, and was asleep in two breaths. The thick mist about the forest dissipated. Saranya turned to make her way toward her clan, her heart full of trepidation at the thought of what she may find. Was her mate alive? Her priestess? Would the Necromancer be able to save the slain? Saranya steadied herself, preparing to right the disasters that night had brought. ____ Kali slowly opened her eyes to find two pairs staring intently down at her. "Welcome back, my Priestess." Ivalaine felt tears of relief well in her eyes as she watched her leader rise to her feet. "Tell me, what happened?" Kali looked to her adviser, but it was the Necromancer who answered. "You died. You lay for some time with the Shadowbinder, but I called you back." Kali frowned. "I remember being attacked... by..... Shiva? But that is impossible. She would never raise her blade against me..." "She was not herself." replied Ivalaine. "Much has happened while you were gone, and there is much to be done to rebuild out clan. Come. I will tell you..."

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Saranya,the Cloudbringer. She is a renown perfumist and skilled in hypnosis. Her concoctions hold a strange power that can influence their wearer. Those who meet her eyes find they cannot look away, and once they hear her voice, find their will melts to nothing in the face of her whims. She can get almost anyone to do almost anything if the fancy strikes her.


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Fensalir is a powerful marsh witch. She can call forth a thick mist to hide herself or confuse her enemies, or can bring water bubbling to the surface of the earth, creating sinkholes that swallow them whole. Her delving skills are unmatched, and enable her to find hidden and lost things.


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Ivalaine is a powerful shadow mage. Her clan is her charge and she serves as a close friend and adviser to the High Priestess. The shadows bend to her every whim, and she can travel through them, bend them around herself or others to become hidden, and even drag others into the shadow realm that lies just adjacent to this one, guiding them safely through, or leaving them to wander for eternity in silence and darkness, to succumb to inevitable insanity.


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Shiva is the clan's general. She is a fierce fighter, and her blade brings with it an icy death. She is a wise leader and skilled strategist, unmatched in battle, and known for her calm and decisive leadership. She is a close friend of and adviser to the High Priestess.


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Laverna is mysterious individual who arrived on the Night of the Nocturne several years ago with a message for the High Priestess. After speaking privately with the priestess for a time she settled in for the night and never left. She wears a strange new necklace made of gleaming gold with a mesmerizing stone at its center. Where could it have come from?
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Ivalaine gently cradled the limp corpse of her High Priestess in her claws. She still could not come to grips with the harsh reality before her.

Saranya steadily held the Nocturne's gaze, urging her to be still and calm. "She is barely responsive to my power. I will not be able to hold her for long. We must immobilize her. If we do not we will likely die."

Fensalir stared at the scene before her, horrified. The bodies of her clanmates lay strewn before her, torn apart by the general sworn to protect them. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I can slow her down." She closed her eyes and calmed her breathing, letting her consciousness sink slowly down into the depths of the earth. There. She felt the water flowing deep beneath her, and urged it upward. "Saranya, step away from her."

The Skydancer slowly did as she was bid, never breaking her gaze with the Nocturne before her. The ground around the maddened general darkened, the earth became loose, and Shiva began to slowly sink.

Ivalaine clutched the limp mirror tighter. "Will you kill her?" she asked the Pearlcatcher. "No. the sinkhole is not that deep. She will likely soon be free, but we should have enough time to get away."

"We must find Lagertha. The necromancer is our only hope to revive our priestess and save our clan." said Ivalaine. "Lets be quickly away". She took one final look at her dearest friend, her friend no longer, who had slain her priestess.

Saranya nodded, and as the Nocturne sank up to her neck in earth, broke her gaze, turning to lead the group away. "We must find somewhere safe to hide, to give Fensalir time to search, to find Lagertha. Come, Quickly!"

The three ran quickly through the dark forest, dodging brambles. Ivailaine called upon the shadows to surround the group, hiding their presence.
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The group ran on, exhausted. They came to a stop by some brambles, and crouched to remain hidden.

They could hear laughter in the distance. Their general followed close on their heels, humming a haunting tune. "She grows closer." panted Saranya.
"The shadows will protect us for now, but we must draw her away." whispered Ivalaine.

"I will confuse her path. I'll summon a protective mist. It will hide us and cover our trail." Fensalir took a steadying breath, calling the water to her, willing it to saturate the air for miles around. "That should keep her away for a while." Fensalir stood.

"There is a cave, near the river. I go there when I need a quiet place to focus. It should be safe. I've never brought anyone there before."

"Lead the way." said Saranya.

They followed the river upstream, and the water grew louder. They came upon a waterfall. "This way." Fensalir led the way, parting the flowing water to reveal a narrow passage through the rock. Saranya looked at the Guradian beside her. "You won't fit." Ivalaine glanced at the passage, then turned to Fensalir.

"How far is the chamber we seek?"
"Not far" Fensalir assured her. "Maybe a quarter mile."

Ivalaine nodded and held her fallen priestess close, melting into the shadows. "I will meet you there" her voice echoed around them though they could no longer see her. She and their priestess walked the shadow realm now.
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The chamber was large and damp. Water pooled in shallow craters in the stone and dripped from the cave walls and ceiling. In the center was a larger, deeper pool. "Wait here" said Fensalir, as she pulled a crystal pendant from around her neck. She approached the pool, holding the crystal before her. It swayed gently from side to side, and her eyes grew heavy as she watched. She entered a meditative state, becoming one with the water in the earth and the air. She saw all it saw and heard all it heard. She focused her mind on the Necromancer. 'Find her. Take me to her. Show me where she is.' she thought. Her mind traveled all throughout the Tangled Wood, searching.

There!

She could see her. The skydancer huddled close by her mate. They were in a little used store room of the lair, quietly hiding among the crates and cobweb covered shelves. Lagertha's mate tended a wound on her shoulder. It was bleeding profusely. The skydancer snarled as her wound was bandaged, her tail lashing angrily.

Fensalir retreated back to herslef, opening her eyes. She stood stiffly, and wobbled as she took her first steps, looking around the cavern. She was exhausted. The powerful magic she had invoked this day, and the long trek to the cave had worn her out. Saranya was curled up in a corner, sleeping, but Ivalaine, ever watchful stood over the body of their priestess.

"Did you find her?"

"Yes. She is wounded but alive. You will find her in the old storeroom, at the back of the lair."

Ivalaine nodded and scooped up the limp mirror. "I must go to them." She looked with pity upon the exhausted Pearlcatcher. "Your work is not yet done. You must find the cursed object, destroy it, and free the clan's Nocturnes from their madness."

"I understand." Fensalir turned determinedly back toward the pool as Ivalaine once again became one with the shadows.
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Lagertha flinched as her mate finished tying down the bandage. They could hear screams beyond the storeroom door and their clanmates fled from the maddened Nocturnes. She feared the worst. Dark magic was at work here. She stiffened as the shadows around her thickened, like velvet, and became solid. A guardian appeared before her, bearing the body of her High Priestess.

"Can you save her?" asked Ivalaine, placing the mirror before the Necromancer.
Lagertha approached, examining her priestess, as her mate moved to guard the door.

"Yes. She is not long dead, her spirit still lingers near by, and her body is still relatively in tact. We must repair her vessel, so that her spirit can be anchored in this world. I will need some supplies though, and wandering now is dangerous."

"I can fetch them. Tell me what you need, and where to find it." said the Guardian. Lagertha listed her needs. "I will return shortly" said Ivalaine.
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Fensalir snapped back to herself, and swayed, collapsing on the ground, her vision blurry. As her eyes focused, she saw Saranya staring down at her.

"Are you all right?"

Fensalir nodded and stood weakly. "I found it. The mimic." Saranya's eyes narrowed in anticipation.
"Where?"

"It is with Laverna. In the form of a necklace. She wanders the woods."

"How far?" asked the skydancer.

"Not far. We must hurry, before any more of our clanmates are slain."

"Will you be alright?" asked the skydancer.

"I have to be."

Saranya supported the Pearlcatcher as they made their way back through the cavern tunnels, past the waterfall and into the thick mist that lay over the Tangled Wood.
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Saranya walked slowly through the mist, a hand on Fensalir's shoulder, trusting the Pearlcatcher to guide her, and be her eyes.

They heard distant screams and laughter. And a quiet, haunting tune. The same one Shiva had been humming earlier.
"That's her." whispered Fensalir. "That's Laverna." A faint and sickly green light fought its way through the mist, approaching ever closer.

Fensalir breathed heavily and sunk to the ground. "I am sorry. I cannot fight. I am too weak."

Saranya glanced quickly down at the Pearl, then back up to the approaching light. "You won't have to. I will hold her with my eyes. All you need do is take the necklace and summon Shadowsong."

Fensalir stared in the direction of the approaching Nocturne. The song was growing louder, muffled by the mist, it seemed to be coming from all around them. If not for the light they might not have known from where the Nocturne approached. "Alright."

"Can you clear the mist around us? She must clearly meet my eyes."

Fensalir nodded and closed her own eyes, concentrating. The mist before them parted, revealing a shadowy Nocturne that glowed green.

Saranya stepped forward. "Laverna." The Nocturne turned and met her eyes, halting her approach.

"Now Fensalir!" cried Saranya.

"Fensalir gathered the last of her strength and lunged toward Laverna, grasping at her throat. Her claws caught the golden necklace, which fell from the Nocturne's neck, changing to a toothy chest as it hit the forest floor.

Fensalir grabbed the chest, narrowly avoiding it's teeth as it chomped down. Laverna snarled and made to grab her, but Saranya stepped between them, grasping the Nocturne's chin and holding her eyes to her own. "Quickly!" urged the Skydancer, as she held the snarling Nocturne's gaze.

"SHADOWSONG!" Fensalir's voice cracked as she cried out in desperation. She stared frantically at the night sky, struggling to hold the snapping and snarling mimic in her now bleeding arms. A patch of stars descended, and came to rest at her feet.

"You did well." Shadowsong gently placed a claw on the mimic, and it and Laverna both grew silent and still. The mimic crumbled into dust and Laverna crumpled to the ground in a heap.

Saranya turned to her savior, panting. "Is it done? Is the madness cured?"

Shadowsong nodded gravely. "The Nocturnes of your clan should have returned to themselves. Though not physically injured, the memories of what they have done this night will bring them great pain. I hope you and your surviving clanmates will be able to forgive and support them through this difficult time."

Saranya and Fensalir looked sadly upon Lagertha, who lay still and unconscious on the forest floor.

"Fear not, they will soon wake." Shadowsong spread her wings and took to the air in a single powerful swoop. "I must go. Yours is not the only clan affected this night. I must do what I can to save the others."

Fensalir approached the sleeping Nocturne, collapsing at her side.

"Rest now Fensalir. You have done well this night. Guide Lagertha back to the clan when she wakens. I will return and see what I can do to help. There is much work to be done to restore our fallen clan."

Fensalir nodded tiredly, and was asleep in two breaths. The thick mist about the forest dissipated.

Saranya turned to make her way toward her clan, her heart full of trepidation at the thought of what she may find. Was her mate alive? Her priestess? Would the Necromancer be able to save the slain?

Saranya steadied herself, preparing to right the disasters that night had brought.
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Kali slowly opened her eyes to find two pairs staring intently down at her.

"Welcome back, my Priestess." Ivalaine felt tears of relief well in her eyes as she watched her leader rise to her feet.

"Tell me, what happened?" Kali looked to her adviser, but it was the Necromancer who answered.

"You died. You lay for some time with the Shadowbinder, but I called you back."

Kali frowned. "I remember being attacked... by..... Shiva? But that is impossible. She would never raise her blade against me..."

"She was not herself." replied Ivalaine. "Much has happened while you were gone, and there is much to be done to rebuild out clan. Come. I will tell you..."

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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17895924] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/178960/17895924_350.png[/img] [/url] Alcyone would be the last to succumb to the mimic's magic, so of course she's the leader of the trio. Not a coliseum fighter, but she's a skillful mage and by far the most well-read in magic and magic theory. She was able to snag her favorite spellbook from the lair before it fell. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=30700587] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/307006/30700587_350.png[/img] [/url] Morrigan is neither a mage or a magician, but is highly attuned to dark magic, being a shadow dragon and having been born with magical runes. She sensed the mimic's presence about the same time Alcyone did and was able to keep herself safe until the three fled. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=30139303] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/301394/30139303_350.png[/img] [/url] Liberty Belle avoided the mimic's influence because she was away on "business". She returned as Alcyone and Morrigan were escaping and feels guilty having failed to protect her adopted family. She's determined to destroy the mimic once and for all. _______________________ It all started with Arkon. Everyone's favorite book borrower had finished carving out a room of his infamous underground library. It was small compared to other rooms, but he was particularly proud of this one. Beautifully sculpted shelves on three of the four walls underneath a precisely carved ceiling lit by large, pale blue crystals. He wanted to share it with his clanmates, but it needed something first - literature! Not just any literature either. [i]Fancy[/i] literature. Naturally he went to "borrow" more books and scrolls from his more well-read clanmates. He snagged some from Dublin and Bellatrix, but as always, was chased off by Alcyone by the time she got wind of his antics. With only a clawful of books for his new room, Arkon went to search for more. On his return trip, he passed by Pinkerton who gave him another for his collection. As he turned to leave, he noticed another book sitting some distance from the rest of the pile. Strange. Someone must have dropped it. Either way, he would return it once he was done... Alcyone noticed something was off when Arkon returned. Some of her resident mana thieves had begun acting strangely. Hoping to find the source of the problem, she released some from their jars but all flew away seemingly in a panic. When consulted, her favorite crystal ball was cloudy and ominous. The only thing she could make out was a hungry mouth. Not long after returning, Bellatrix found Arkon and demanded the return of her spellbooks. He relented and lead her down to his new room, proudly ushering her in. She hardly bothered to look at the room around her, disgruntled at having to get her books back for the 4th time that month. "And look, you even dropped this one on the floor!" ... In an alarmingly short period of time, the infected Bellatrix imprisoned Arkon and several other clanmates in another room and had "recruited" Dublin as well as Scatha and Fiammetta to help her take total control. Not even Liron or Amara could stop them. Morrigan managed to hide from the others and slipped unseen into Alcyone's study, hoping for an explanation. It was not long before the Nocturnes came knocking. The dragonesses escaped just in time with Alcyone's spellbook, flying as far and as fast as they could before landing in a clearing where they thought they were safe. It was clear something was very very wrong with their clanmates. What could they do? Not even the strongest dragons in their clan seemed able to take them down. As they caught their breath, Alcyone tried to think. Her line of thought was broken by the rushing of wings. Both panicked as a third dragon quickly and quietly landed next to them - Liberty Belle! It was quickly determined that the Skydancer was not under the dark spell and the other two were relieved. Liberty Belle was clearly shaken. The normally reserved dragoness relayed what had happened. She'd returned from a job to a lair only occupied by the four Nocturnes. Bellatrix and Dublin said they wanted her to join them. [i]Where were Liron and Nereus?[/i] She refused. Bellatrix only responded with an eerie, otherworldly laughter. She lunged at Liberty Belle. Liberty Belle escaped. She'd managed to find Alcyone and Morrigan when she heard familiar voices below her. Unfortunately, Bellatrix had also found them... ... On hearing Shadowsong's tale, the three began to think. How did a mimic get into the lair? Was patient zero infected by its influence before they brought the mimic in or after? What does the mimic look like? Liberty Belle noticed a peculiar bite wound on one of Bellatrix's forearms. It looked like she'd been bitten by something, and not a dragon. Morrigan noted that it "felt dark", and not in a shadow magic way. Alcyone determined the bite was probably from the mimic, but she wasn't sure if the infection was always transferred by bite. She wasn't a fighter. Why would Bellatrix try to touch the mimic? Unless... Alcyone remembered Arkon trying to borrow her books again and wondered if he had also borrowed Bellatrix's again. Maybe he'd picked up some new books too. Maybe one of those new books wasn't a book at all. "I've got it!" Alcyone exclaimed. She explained her theory to her two clanmates.

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Alcyone would be the last to succumb to the mimic's magic, so of course she's the leader of the trio. Not a coliseum fighter, but she's a skillful mage and by far the most well-read in magic and magic theory. She was able to snag her favorite spellbook from the lair before it fell.

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Morrigan is neither a mage or a magician, but is highly attuned to dark magic, being a shadow dragon and having been born with magical runes. She sensed the mimic's presence about the same time Alcyone did and was able to keep herself safe until the three fled.

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Liberty Belle avoided the mimic's influence because she was away on "business". She returned as Alcyone and Morrigan were escaping and feels guilty having failed to protect her adopted family. She's determined to destroy the mimic once and for all.
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It all started with Arkon.

Everyone's favorite book borrower had finished carving out a room of his infamous underground library. It was small compared to other rooms, but he was particularly proud of this one. Beautifully sculpted shelves on three of the four walls underneath a precisely carved ceiling lit by large, pale blue crystals. He wanted to share it with his clanmates, but it needed something first - literature! Not just any literature either. Fancy literature.

Naturally he went to "borrow" more books and scrolls from his more well-read clanmates. He snagged some from Dublin and Bellatrix, but as always, was chased off by Alcyone by the time she got wind of his antics. With only a clawful of books for his new room, Arkon went to search for more. On his return trip, he passed by Pinkerton who gave him another for his collection. As he turned to leave, he noticed another book sitting some distance from the rest of the pile. Strange. Someone must have dropped it. Either way, he would return it once he was done...

Alcyone noticed something was off when Arkon returned. Some of her resident mana thieves had begun acting strangely. Hoping to find the source of the problem, she released some from their jars but all flew away seemingly in a panic. When consulted, her favorite crystal ball was cloudy and ominous. The only thing she could make out was a hungry mouth.

Not long after returning, Bellatrix found Arkon and demanded the return of her spellbooks. He relented and lead her down to his new room, proudly ushering her in. She hardly bothered to look at the room around her, disgruntled at having to get her books back for the 4th time that month.
"And look, you even dropped this one on the floor!"
...

In an alarmingly short period of time, the infected Bellatrix imprisoned Arkon and several other clanmates in another room and had "recruited" Dublin as well as Scatha and Fiammetta to help her take total control. Not even Liron or Amara could stop them. Morrigan managed to hide from the others and slipped unseen into Alcyone's study, hoping for an explanation. It was not long before the Nocturnes came knocking.

The dragonesses escaped just in time with Alcyone's spellbook, flying as far and as fast as they could before landing in a clearing where they thought they were safe. It was clear something was very very wrong with their clanmates. What could they do? Not even the strongest dragons in their clan seemed able to take them down. As they caught their breath, Alcyone tried to think. Her line of thought was broken by the rushing of wings. Both panicked as a third dragon quickly and quietly landed next to them - Liberty Belle!

It was quickly determined that the Skydancer was not under the dark spell and the other two were relieved. Liberty Belle was clearly shaken. The normally reserved dragoness relayed what had happened. She'd returned from a job to a lair only occupied by the four Nocturnes. Bellatrix and Dublin said they wanted her to join them. Where were Liron and Nereus? She refused. Bellatrix only responded with an eerie, otherworldly laughter. She lunged at Liberty Belle. Liberty Belle escaped.

She'd managed to find Alcyone and Morrigan when she heard familiar voices below her. Unfortunately, Bellatrix had also found them...
...

On hearing Shadowsong's tale, the three began to think. How did a mimic get into the lair? Was patient zero infected by its influence before they brought the mimic in or after? What does the mimic look like?

Liberty Belle noticed a peculiar bite wound on one of Bellatrix's forearms. It looked like she'd been bitten by something, and not a dragon. Morrigan noted that it "felt dark", and not in a shadow magic way. Alcyone determined the bite was probably from the mimic, but she wasn't sure if the infection was always transferred by bite. She wasn't a fighter. Why would Bellatrix try to touch the mimic? Unless...

Alcyone remembered Arkon trying to borrow her books again and wondered if he had also borrowed Bellatrix's again. Maybe he'd picked up some new books too. Maybe one of those new books wasn't a book at all.

"I've got it!" Alcyone exclaimed. She explained her theory to her two clanmates.
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Ok :D Hello! Think I got this :) This is my first time posting a story like this, and I think I got a bit carried away, but it was super fun to write! :) It is a bit long, but I am a writer and that was a lot of fun to write, hope you enjoy it! Please let me know if I broke any rules or did anything bad, I did take some creative license here & there, hope that's ok :) Loved reading all of your guys' stories, this was a lot of fun! :D [center]~Happy Night of the Nocturne!~[/center] [center][b] 3 Dragons + Nocturne:[/b][/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=351479&did=13309425] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/133095/13309425_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][b] Pietro,[/b] the middle, knowledgable one :) [/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=351479&did=40249171] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/402492/40249171_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][b]Zelkiron,[/b] the scared one [/center] [center] And, last but not least... [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=351479&tab=dragon&did=44206071] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/442061/44206071_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [center] [b]Meiriona,[/b] the Nocturne's own daughter[/center] [center]And of course... [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=351479&did=37069551] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/370696/37069551_350.png[/img][/url] [/center] [center] [b]CrimsonDeath,[/b] the one afflicted by the Mimic before Shadowsong [/center] On this, the longest night of the year, everyone had plans to go to bed early. Some of the sprier ones and younger kids, however, planned on staying up as late as possible and playing games and took their session into the play room... before eventually falling asleep themselves sprawled out among Mancala boards and Sorry! pieces. And even the Gaurdians who took it upon themselves to post themselves at the entrances of the lair to keep things safe since they'd heard about Mimics running about and on the loose, had a hard time keeping their eyes open. Valen himself strengthened his stance at the front door and tightened his muscles and said "Nothing's gonna happen on my watch, not tonight, nuh-uh." But sadly, as it is with older Dragons, he found himself beginning to nod off... and a Mimic that was holed up inside a Calculating Candelabra that had been circling the house found that he was the last one to nod off and worked its incredible magic to unlock the door once it determined that Valen was out... Once inside, the spirit inhabiting the candelabra began to search the house for the perfect host while also putting spells on other Dragons to make them sleep and stay asleep so it could get away and do its damage undisturbed. It sensed a Dragon with a darker personality and made for CrimsonDeath... However, somehow, it's spell failed to work on 3 Dragons and when Pietro heard something go scittering about in the hall outside his den and looked over to see Flax sleeping soundly away in his basket next to the fireplace, Pie put down his book on a table next to him and knew something was up. Unlike most of his clanmates, he knew that tonight would be a great night to get some reading in and that nobody would get mad at him for staying up too late, and that was just what he was doing right when he heard that odd sound... And when a creepy laugh sounded a few minutes later down the hallway that sent a chill down his spine, he instantly leapt to his feet and threw open the door... Zelkiron also had the same thought that no one would get mad at him for staying up late and decided to work on some of his medicinal brews in his shop, and felt safe that the Gaurdians were watching over him, his family and all of the other SkyWings Dragons tonight. Although all of that changed when he heard a creepy laugh echo from outside and slip in under his shop's door and a feeling of dread and fear washed over him. He set down his medicine book and eyedropper and looked at his door questioningly and gulped. [i]Wh-what was that??[/i] he thought as he cautiously stood up from his stool and opened his door, peering out into the dark night. As he stood in his doorway, what he saw next he was not prepared for as he saw an Imperial he recognized as Pietro running with a Nocturne behind, flapping frantically trying to keep up, and he saw they were coming right for him. [i]Pietro... running?[/i] he thought as a Nocturne he saw behind them loped awkwardly that he recognized as CrimsonDeath laughed and it echoed around them and saw he had a crazy look in his eye and continued to cackle... Meiriona also had plans for staying up, but they were of a different kind for she had an art project she was working on and was intent on finishing. But everybody else had gone to bed so she had to paint quietly in the living room and in dim light and will herself to not sneeze on the color's strong fumes. This was quite hard, so she decided her painting was going to be mostly red and orange-y since those two were the ones that smelled the least strongest and it was right when she grabbed the paint brush after dipping it in the red once more when she heard the door go lightly [i]creeeeeeaaakk[/i], and something chilled her scales. She looked around for her Fungi Sage and jokingly said "Tiger Shower, was that you?" but saw he was watching her paint. It looked at her questioningly and said "The clock sings at 67." She nodded her head and said "Ah," as if she understood it's saying (which she never did) and looked around once more... and cocked her head to the side when she spotted a Calculating Candelabra sitting atop her family's high-boy that she wasn't sure had been there before, and something about it was making her spidey-senses go off... And when she went over to investigate and move it once she laid a claw on it and touched it, she felt a shock that coursed through her and launched her across the room! And while she was disoriented, and trying to gather herself, she could've sworn she saw it skitter away and head for her parent's bedroom... [i]"Hahahahahahahaaa....Tee-heeheeheeheeheeheeeeeee!!!"[/i] And seconds later she heard a terrifying, creepy, Halloween-worthy laugh emanate from the room as claws gripped the door frame awkwardly and her father stepped out, wings slithering limply on the ground with his head swinging around to face her, but she could tell it was not her father who was in control. With that sight, her eyes widened and she freaked and made for the front door and slammed it behind her, hopefully in an attempt to delay whatever was in control of her beloved Dad, Tiger Shower just narrowly missing being shut off in the process. Me-rie didn't know where she was running, but her claws clicked on the hallway's floor as she did, while Tiger Shower spouted things behind her that probs meant 'slow down'... While she ran she came across Pietro who seemed to also be awake at this hour and explained what had happened. And since Pietro was knowledgable and well-read, and the book he was reading earlier was about mimics anyways since he got curious about all this talk of them, he figured this was the work of a Mimic. And he was right at the end of the book, too, the good part that was talking about how to dispell mimics and he told her what he had read and what to do... [i]"Hahahahaaaaaaa!!"[/i]And not a second too late for laughter sounded again and Crimson ran with an awkward gait and tripped on his wings and slid on the floor behind them, crashing into a wall. Pietro, in his watching, observant ways, saw this and figured that this Mimic was not accustomed to hosting Dragons and not used to their movements and moving a Dragon body and figured that this could buy him & Me-rie some time as he told her to run and they bolted in any direction they could out of the hallway... Which led them to Zelkiron's shop and seeing him standing in the doorway. "Zelk, move!" Pie shouted as he saw the sleeping Gaurdian at the door, and noticed another one the back door they'd just passed through. [i]And just when I thought we were safe,[/i] he thought to himself as Zelkiron stood frozen in the doorway. [i]He's probably not used to seeing me run,[/i] he thought, reading Zelk's expression. He smiled to himself, though, in spite of the situation, and thought next, [i]Well, he's got a point; neither am I.[/i] But Zelk was stunned at the scene and couldn't seem to get anything to move at all. But when the fear finally let go of him, he moved to open the door but somehow his long tail had gotten stuck on his stool and when he turned, it pulled it to him and landed right into the door and he pulled his tail out right in time right as the door was pushed shut... and he stared at it, and sighed. [i]That was locked, wasn't it?[/i] he thought as he reached a hand out to try and found that yes, it indeed was, and cursed his tail. "Zelk, open the door!" Me-rie shreiked as she and Pie reached him and she landed. She watched as his shoulders sagged, and her hopes seemed to sag with them as she realized what that probably meant and she felt her fear soar. "I can't, it's locked," he said, and she face-palmed, which was followed by a very loud "Ugggghhhh!" Which was cut short by a loud, terrifying laugh that made the trio turn their heads to face CrimsonDeath.... (copy & pasted from above, edited for story purposes :) ) (please don't get mad at me, I hope that's ok) "What do we do?" Me-rie whispered shakily as her Dad eyed them and stalked up to them awkwardly. “We do what I told you to do,” Pietro said, watching the Nocturne warily. “We escape the lair and we hide.” “But...with...with…?” Zelkiron stammered, twitching his head in the direction of the giggling Crismon. Through gritted teeth, Pietro choked down a rising swell of fear that he now realized was within him. “Yes. They’re our friend. We don’t leave friends behind.” He also gazed down to Meiriona and added "Or parents," since he knew that that was her dad. The three observing dragons reached out to each other, linking their claws in a chain slowly, as to not disturb their maddened companion. “Something in the lair did this. We have to get him away from here,” The ever-observant Pietro said. “Heeheeheeheeheehahahahahaha…” Crimson’s giggling increased in pitch and frequency, head rolling towards the three, registering their presence. His grin grew wider, body lurching forward, claws grasping towards the other three. “Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeeeeeee!” And suddenly he suddenly leapt! He soared through the sky and all were frozen as he fell upon the closest dragon, which happened to be Zelk, both bodies hitting the ground with a shriek. “Get ‘im off me! Help, help meeee!” he wailed as he tried to claw the Nocturne off in his frightened stage, as the crazed Dragon tore at his robes. The other two watched, frozen in horror as the Nocturne’s talons wrapped around the fallen dragon’s neck. “Heeheeheehahahaha!” Crimson cackled. Another shriek from Zelk cut through their shock and brought them back to reality and then Pie and Me-rie threw themselves forward to save him. [center]~And then everything went black.~[/center] They couldn’t see each other, they couldn’t even feel the ground beneath them. The world was silent, save for a whisper of a song, dancing just out of reach. When the darkness lifted, Zelkiron lay on the ground gasping, staring up at a swirling mass of tiny stars holding the mad Nocturne aloft, as he watched the feral dragon’s face relax, drifting off into a deep slumber. The stars gently laid the sleeping dragon on the ground. As the quiet song faded away, the stars rose into the air, and began shifting into a living constellation, the outline of a female Nocturne forming around it.“My name is Shadowsong. Your lair has fallen, and at the claws of your own clan’s Nocturnes,” she intoned. “Are they traitors?!” Zelk and Meirinoa said simultaneously, worried. “No, not traitors. They’re victims of a creature we call a mimic. I’ve broken its influence on this one, but in order to save your lair, you must act. Sornieth is in danger and it will take every free dragon to save it.” She waved a wing over the sleeping dragon below her. “This one will sleep here safely while you find and destroy the mimic.” “But how?” they asked again in unison, but Pietro need not ask since he knew from reading, although it was still nice to hear. “What a mimic lacks in physical strength they make up for in influence and magic. One of your clanmates must have come across a mimic when it emerged for this long night. To enter your lair, the mimic used their magic to bond itself to them. Instead of seeing the creature, your clanmate saw an item of great value to hoard. If you find that dragon, you’ll find the mimic.” Shadowsong moved to each of them one by one, laying a single talon on their forehead. A different song whispered past each of them as she did. “Your Nocturne clanmates under the Mimic’s influence will not see you. The one it bonded itself to...let’s hope we’re not too late.” She paused. Then Shadowsong continued, her dark eyes filled with sorrow. “The non-Nocturne dragons in your clan are likely injured or imprisoned. Possibly worse. You mustn’t allow yourselves to be distracted. Find the mimic.” She rose up, her swirl of constellations blending into the night sky. “Move carefully, move quickly. I, or one of my kind, will return. If you succeed, we will be able to save your clanmates.” “What if we don’t?” Zelkiron asked, as he gazed up at her from his position on the ground. “If you don’t, you’ll be dead,” Shadowsong replied as she disappeared into a cloud of night and stars. Pietro looked back at CrimsonDeath who now looked to be slumbering peacefully then into the eyes of his friends, and figured that he didn't want that to be his fate. He brought his hands together and took a deep breath before speaking. “Let’s get started.” As they moved to leave, and enter the den once more, the Gaurdians at the entrances began to stir. "Wha-what happened?" one asked near Zelk's shop door that the trio recognized as Marceline and she shook her head with a super confused look. Pietro moved to go over to her & explain to her the events of the night as the other one that Meiriona recognized as the wandering reclusive weatherdrag named IceStorm at the back door also came to. "Whoa, my head..." he mumbled, as he reached a fur-covered claw up to rub it. "Ah, Me-rie, dear, how nice to see you," he said in his rumbly voice, as she came over, then "What are you doing out here?" She was going to explain when Zelkiron rose and went to tell him. "Hello, Meteorologist IceStorm," he said as he sat on his shoulders, trying to shake off his jitters from the events moments before. "Ah, my oh-so-formal nephew," Ice said as they joked and began talking. Me-rie smiled to herself, too, for she knew the joke and knew that they probs weren't actually uncle-nephew related, it was probably more distant than that, but all the Faes and Gaurdians in the clan were related somehow thanks to GoldSong & Valen so they all referred to each other as that, even if it wasn't true (aunt, uncle, cousin, grandparent, etc). As they talked, she wandered over to Pietro again and heard that it sounded like they were rounding things up. "Wow, sounds like we better get the word out then," Marceline said as she made her way towards the back door, cautiously stepping around Crimson. "Indeed," Pietro agreed, as he noticed Me-rie meander over to his side. The Gaurdian made her way inside the den on her own, and Pietro figured she was a strong enough Dragon and could hold her own if she [i]did[/i] come across an influenced Dragon, but he also knew the only other Nocturne in the clan was standing next to him and nervously eyeing her father... Me-rie glanced down at her Dad as he rested and slept with a slight grin. [i]Wow,[/i] she thought, [i]my own father...[/i] as the images from just moments before inside her own home and then outside flashed in her mind once more. She willed herself to stop thinking those thoughts though, and looked up to Pietro, and gulped down her fear. "Look, I know we gotta go in the lair again on our own and search... but I was kinda wondering..." she trailed off and looked away cuz she didn't wanna seem like a wimp, but she didn't [i]want[/i] to go alone, and would rather have this strong Imperial by her side when and if she came across anything rather than not... "Could I stay with you?" she finished, turning back to face him and trying not to let her bottom lip quiver. Pietro listened to her and saw she was trying to hold her lip in place and saw that she didn't want to come across as a weakling and said yes. He knew that she probably couldn't hold her own in case something came, she just wasn't mentally strong enough or fit enough, and he knew his perceptiveness would come in handy in case anything were to try to take over... For all he knew, that mimic that had just had control of her dad was hiding in her mushroom collection, just waiting for her... Zelkiron finally finished explaining everything to his uncle and also why his robe was in tatters ("Good heavens, boy, what happened to your attire?!"), and as the Meteorologist trundled off back into the den, he flew back over to his friends. "Welp, shall we?" he asked, alighting Pietro's shoulder, and trying to still a shake he still felt coursing through his scales. He tried not to look down at Crimson and instead focused on Pietro's ever-observing red eyes. But that was difficult as the red reminded him of Crimson's scales and how those had been just above him minutes before so he looked away and focused on Me-rie's instead and calmed his nerves once more. Pietro looked back and forth between his friends and moved forward, somehow sensing the Fae wouldn't want to leave his side, either. "Let us begin," he said in his quiet, solemn voice as they all made for the back door to the den. As they left, Me-rie's Fungi Sage followed behind, but something was off with it. For unbeknownst to any of the Dragons, and even somehow managing to slip past Shadowsong's senses, the Mimic had been able to slip inside the Sage's mind and take the sentient mushroom over. However, the Mimic found the inside of it's mind was like the inside of a dusty attic that no one had visited for [i]years[/i], dusty and full of cobwebs with layers of dust covering towers of tomes, and when it passed by some of these tomes and wiped the dust off and read the covers, the titles made no sense. But all the Mimic needed to find was the controls to make it move, and to make it look like the Familiar was moving normally, and once it did, it segued over to them and easily seized control... for as wise as the Fungi Sage might have been, it sure didn't have any mental strength and for the Mimic to take it over was a piece of cake... As the trio went through the den, they met all the waking Dragons and shared their story and told them to all be on the look out, and sadly, almost all of the Dragons eyed Meiriona, since they also knew she was the only other Nocturne in the clan. But Pietro was studying her intently, and she didn't seem to be showing any signs of corruption, and his lovely wife who spent many hours painting and doing art things with her also concurred, since she knew Me-rie very well, and saw the Nocturne wasn't showing anything out of the normal. Meiriona could tell the others were eyeing her as well and she didn't like that feeling, and it didn't sit well with her. [i]Would you stop it?! It's not me, I'm fine![/i] She wanted to shout, but knew that that behavior was uncharacteristic of her and knew that now was not the time for uncharacteristic behavior, since everyone's guards were already up and they were already skeptical and suspicious of her. She was glad when Cornucopia stood up for her and also relieved when Pietro and Cornucopia agreed that there seemed to be nothing wrong with her. [i]Listen to them, I'm fine![/i] She wanted to shout again... The Mimic in Tiger Shower walked along with them, trying not to make its movements look too jerky, annoyed at all this meaningless Dragonspeak between the clan Dragons and waited for its chance to strike. It was also very observant and had picked up on Pietro's also heightened observational abilities and knew it couldn't try anything out here in the open for the Imperial would strike before it'd even made it's first move... No, it had to get [i]this[/i] Nocturne alone... While they were talking & explaining their story to yet another batch of sleepy, bleary-eyed Dragons, Zelkiron realized that he must look terrible, and his uncle's words floated back through his mind... [i]"Good heavens, boy, what happened to your attire?!"[/i] He looked down at his Brilliant Healer's outfit and saw that it was indeed in tatters and quite covered in dirt and leaves, and was that a bruise on his arm? Zelk began to get worried and started to fret. [i]Oh, no, I can't let Lolita or the kids see me like this![/i] he thought, as he told Pietro he was going to go back to his den and wash up and get an extra change of clothes, for when you were a healer, you always had extra spare changes of clothes. And as he flitted away, he hoped his lovely family was still asleep, as he did [i]not[/i] look forward to that explanation... Pietro and Mieriona finally reached her den and when she got there, she found the door thrown open wide, and what looked like their living room rug spilled out into the hallway. She stepped in over the sprawled rug and saw that the room was a lot worse than she'd left it and saw her easel toppled over with paints all over the floor and a dent in the wall where she'd probably hit it, and at that reminder, her side throbbed. As she looked around, he eyes rested on her two sisters sitting on their couch, and StarBlaze had her arms crossed over her Skydancer chest while IndigoDream had questions in her half-open hazy eyes. "What in the Second Age happened in here?!" StarBlaze asked as Pie stepped in behind Me-rie. "I just vacuumed this place yesterday, you know!" she added indignantly. "Yeah, what happened, sis?" Indigo asked next in her smooth, hipster voice. Meiriona sat down as she wasn't sure where to begin. She looked around again and saw claw marks that had dug into the wood of the door frame to her parent's room, and for a second she saw her Mimic-controlled father standing there once more. She winced and blinked away the image and when she opened them again, there was no one there, just like before. Then, a moment later, her mother appeared and she looked around and took stock of the room, then saw the Imperial standing with her daughter. "Pietro?" she asked, then got a defensive stance as she assumed the worst, and put herself between him and her girls. "What are [i]you[/i] doing here?" SunsetPoison asked in a deep, gnarly voice. Pietro rolled his eyes. "Good evening ma'am, and you can stop what you're thinking as it's not like that. If you'll just give me a moment to explain..." he started, and moved to sit in a recliner, fully aware that SunsetPoison was eyeing him, and watching his every move. He knew of his reputation in the clan and that some Dragons thought he was observant for other, bad reasons, such as watching girls and fantasizing, but it was never like that for he had the most beautiful Imperial in the world, and he always tried to reassure them... but he found it was to no avail and Dragons would believe and think what they wanted no matter what he told them, and he found especially the Dragons with daughters or all girls for children were especially protective of them whenever he came around. He found that quite annoying though, but with that, him & Meiriona pieced together the troublesome events of the night... The Mimic was tired of all this Dragonspeak. [i]Just let me do my thing![/i] It whispered to itself in its own tongue, watching and waiting through the Fungi Sage's eyes as it moved the mushroom over to Meiriona. Then, it felt a tapping on one of its ethereal shoulders, and turned to see the Sage spirit looking at it. [i]What?[/i] the Mimic asked, unsure if the soul could understand its tongue. "The hunger eats 9," the Sage spirit said in Dragonspeak but the mimic didn't know much Dragonspeak for Pietro was right, as this was a younger Mimic and hadn't been around very long, so it just rolled its mimic-y eyes and focused back on the room... Meiriona shivered again as they recounted the tale, and felt as though she just wanted to be by herself now. Besides, she'd already told her part about the mimic in their house ("So [i]that's[/i] where that Calculating Candelabra came from," her mom said as she looked back to their room and they all agreed ,that just in case, that should be destroyed), and seeing it take over Crimson, she figured she'd let Pietro tell the rest since he was there, too. Excusing herself, she made for the comfort of her room as her trusty sidekick Fungi followed.... [i]Any second now,[/i] the Mimic whispered as it moved and made Tiger Shower skitter across the floor after the Nocturne. it followed the Dragon and guessed that the she-Dragon was making for her bed place in this part of the den and sure enough as she rounded the corner and climbed onto what looked like a comfy mound of blankets, this pile of fluffy stuffs had her scent all over it. The Nocturne turned over on her side and the mimic made the Fungi Sage climb up on her bed as quietly as possible without being undetected until it was too late... [i]Hello, precious, you're mine,[/i] and the mimic cackled as it left the Sage and slid across her scales... Meiriona startled when she heard a thump as she was just trying to rest and live down the previous moments. Sure, those moments were probably now turning into hours ago, but to her, it still felt like seconds... and when she heard a light thump, she jumped and raised her head, and turned to see Tiger Shower lying in a heap on the side of her bed... right as she felt something evilly dark caress her scales and slide up her wings. She screamed but that was the last sound she made as the Mimic slipped into her mind... Pietro stood up instantly at the sound of that and all of her sisters and mom swung their heads in the direction of her room. "Me-rie?" he called, but felt SunsetPoison shoot daggers at him with her eyes. [i]Oh, right,[/i] he thought, sarcastically, still disgusted by her attitude and rolling his eyes, [i]how dare I show any sign of affection for your daughter?[/i] "Me-rie, are you alright, dove?" her mom called this time, as they all inched their way towards her room cautiously... Meiriona lay on her bed as she fought the being in her mind. [i]Ugh, what is this? So sweet, like candy,[/i] the Mimic whispered, but it just sounded like distorted voices to her as she struggled for control of her body. [i]And you call yourself a Nocturne,[/i] it thought, as it flitted about her mind, going through her memories and getting to know her personality. [i]You... will... not... have me![/i] she thought shouted as her spirit chased it down and wrestled it as it made for the controls. [i]Ugh, Dragonspeak again,[/i] it thought, once again rolling its eyes as they rolled around in her head, fighting for control. [i]And you, my precious, are not strong enough,[/i] the mimic whispered once more as an arm reached for the controls... [i]You shouldn't underestimate me[/i], Me-rie thought as her spirit flew over to them and she made herself stand. But the mimic was still fighting her, and had ghostly arms wrapped around her soul's neck. [i]I... am...strong![/i] she thought, bucking it off in her mind and leaving her room and making for the living room. "Ah, dove, there you are," SunsetPoison said, relieved at the sight of her daughter. Pietro sighed and smiled too, but sensed something wasn't right with her. But he'd bring it up with her later as he didn't want to embarrass her or drag her family into whatever matter it was. Meiriona smiled. "Yup, here I ammm," she said and realized she'd dragged out the m on that word but only because the Mimic had control of her mouth for a split second before she smacked its mystical hands out of the way with one of her spirit wings in her head. She smiled again and tried to make as if that hadn't happened and moved over to Pietro. "Well, shall we go tell more Dragons about tonight?" she asked as the Mimic in her head roared in frustration... Pietro eyed her, but nodded, and with that, they both said farewell to her family and made their way down the hall once more. Then, when they were alone in the hall, he finally looked over to her and asked "Are you sure you're okay?" The Mimic receded and charged again, and threw her off the controls once more, and had hold of all of her now, and got hold of the vocal chords and made the sound that all mimics were famed for as the start of a laugh gurgled out... but it was cut short as Me-rie jumped on the phantom and gained control once more and stopped the giggle that was bubbling out. "Y-yeah, I'mm fine, why do yoooou ask?" she said, realizing she was slurring and saw a ghostly hand still holding onto the controls for dear life. A chill of fear washed down Pietro's spine as he realized his friend was probably under control now, but he carried on and swept the feeling away. "No reason," he said, trying to keep his voice from quavering. "Come on, we should go let our Matriarch know, if she hasn't been told already," he said. Meiriona nodded, but realized that fighting with this mimic was draining her and she didn't know how much longer she could keep holding it off. They kept fighting and wrestling for control, but she made sure to keep walking, but she was wearing out... and in her last moment of control, when she felt all of her energy slipping away and now being spent she shouted "Pietro!" in an attempt to warn him as another horrible laugh spilled from her very own throat as the Mimic took over... "Pietro!" he heard the Nocturne down next to him shout, and then another laugh echoed down the hall. [i]"Tee-hee-he-he-he-hee-heeeeeee!"[/i] And suddenly, his friend was on top of him and shoved him and rammed him into the wall! This was unexpected as he didn't think that Me-rie was that strong, and her mimic-controlled body wrapped claws around his neck and he struggled to breathe... Zelkiron came around the corner, this time in new, untouched attire, ready to help his friends once more and came upon the scene. Thankfully his family was still asleep, and he could change undisturbed, but he was startled when he zipped around the corner once more. "Oh, Deities!" he exclaimed as Pie spotted the little Fae, and barely managed to choke out "Zelk! Get help!" as Meirona's claws squeezed tighter and her head lolled to the side and the Fae recognized that crazed glint in her eye. [i]Oh no, not her too![/i] he thought as he flitted away, knowing exactly the Dragon to get that would be perfect for matters like this. Pietro tried to pry away Meiriona's claws from his neck, but found his Imperial arms were much too short and cursed them, as he began to feel faint. Other Dragon's voices sounded down the hall and when they saw the scene, they rushed to try and also pry Me-rie from the peach-colored Imperial... But it was for naught cuz even though this Mimic was young, it was not weak, and any time another Dragon touched it, it shocked them the same way it had magically shocked this Nocturne earlier. But it somehow sensed that a stronger magical presence was nearby and gaining fast, along with the song she-Dragon that had released it's hold on this she-Dragon's father earlier. But it laughed again and squeezed tighter and blazed magic from every scale in Meiriona's body and let the whole SkyWings clan know that this Mimic was powerful and wouldn't go down without a fight... Zelkiron returned with the clan's mage, and not a moment too soon as he saw a crazy light display going on and magic emanating from Me-rie's body as the laughter was the loudest it'd ever been the whole night, and echoed down the halls and reverberated around the walls. [i]"HA-HA-HA-HA-HAA-HA-HAA-HAAAA!!"[/i] "Oh, my Deities," ValentineCherub breathed, as she saw the scene and set down her tools and set to work. [center]~And everything went black once more~[/center] The faint song returned, and then the shroud of darkness lifted, and the Dragons saw the misty cloud of stars that formed into a Nocturne shape once again. Zelkiron smiled, though, for he knew this Nocturne. "Shadowsong!" he said joyfully as she now lifted Me-rie and broke the hold of the Mimic over her. She smiled down at him but grabbed the Mimic's spirit before it disappeared into the night again, and looked over to ValentineCherub as Pietro gasped for breath. "You are the clan's mage?" She asked, addressing the Skydancer. Valentine nodded fervently as the Nocturne set Me-rie down with her other hand and she slept as peacefully as her father. "Then we must destroy this!" Shadowsong said as ValentineCherub also reached out and grabbed the Mimic's writhing ethereal spirit and began chanting words from her dusty mage books that was in the language of the Mimic... The Mimic writhed in their magical grasps and didn't like this. [i]Let me go![/i] it thought as it writhed in the grasps of both Dragons, but stopped to listen when it realized one of them was speaking Miminess, the tongue of Mimics. But this Dragon was not making conversation... this was a spell! And an obliteration spell at that! The mimic writhed again at that realization but felt itself being destroyed and torn apart shred by shred by the spell until... [center][i][b]BOOM![/b][/i][/center] Everybody in the corridor covered their heads at the explosion, and even Me-rie stirred some, but slept once more. Then, they all looked up and saw purple-y and blue-ish shimmery dust raining down around them that illuminated the hallway, and Valentine opened her hands to find she wasn't holding onto anything anymore as the black starred Nocturne landed. "It is finished," she said, laying a claw on Valentine's forehead, thanking her for her work as the Skydancer heard a song drift past her ears. She smiled, and Zelkiron zipped over to the Nocturne and gave her a big hug. Well, as well as he could anyways, what with being a Fae and all. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! A thousand times, thank you!" he said, and she smiled. Pietro stood and joined them as he wiped some of the dust off his snout. He cleared his throat (which still hurt) and looked at the Nocturne in admiration and said "What he said." Shadowsong placed a claw on him as well, and smiled at all the Dragons around her. "Thank you all for your gratitude. It's been a busy night, but I fear there's more lairs that need me. Farewell!" she said as the faint song returned, and she once again regained her misty form and all went black once more. Then, a moment later, when the darkness lifted, they all turned to look out the windows and saw that the sun was rising and spreading its warmth and joy over the land. "Boy, what a night," Zelkiron said as Valentine gathered her supplies. Pietro nodded as he yawned. "Well, we better sort this out, then," he said, mentioning the events and how GoldSong should probs still need/want to know, and also how their friend was sound asleep in the middle of the floor. "I think that can wait, pal," Zelk said, patting Pie on the snout as he yawned as well and made for his den. "I didn't sleep a wink, so I'm due for some shut-eye." And with that, the Fae flitted off. Pie smiled at that, and found he agreed. But first, he figured he'd be kind and take Meiriona back to her room, not to mention her father who was also still probably outside. So, hoisting her up and slinging the slumbering Nocturne over his shoulders, her carried her back to her family's den, then made for her father as well, and when both Nocturnes were resting peacefully back in their dens, he finally made for his as well... [center][i]~The End!~[/i][/center] [center]Bonus[/center] ValentineCherub, upon hearing of the Calculating Candelabra still in the Nocturne's and Skydancer's den, followed Pietro intent on destroying the object, just in case. But when she got there, and found it in their room, something about it made her change her mind, and she realized it'd probably be pretty handy as a night-light when she had late-night magical study sessions, and thus carried it back to her study (this time without getting shocked)... Every Dragon she met along the way she told she was going to destroy it, but that was a lie as she carried it and finally set it on the old, wood desk in her study. "I'm not going to destroy you. Why destroy you when you're so useful?" she asked it as she straightened the papers up on her desk. [i]Yes... [/i] a voice whispered inside it's mind that was not Dragonspeak, [i]Why destroy me when I'm so... very... useful?[/i] [center][i]~The End!~[/i][/center]
Ok :D Hello! Think I got this :) This is my first time posting a story like this, and I think I got a bit carried away, but it was super fun to write! :) It is a bit long, but I am a writer and that was a lot of fun to write, hope you enjoy it! Please let me know if I broke any rules or did anything bad, I did take some creative license here & there, hope that's ok :)
Loved reading all of your guys' stories, this was a lot of fun! :D
~Happy Night of the Nocturne!~
3 Dragons + Nocturne:
Pietro, the middle, knowledgable one :)

Zelkiron, the scared one
And, last but not least...
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Meiriona, the Nocturne's own daughter
And of course...
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CrimsonDeath, the one afflicted by the Mimic before Shadowsong

On this, the longest night of the year, everyone had plans to go to bed early. Some of the sprier ones and younger kids, however, planned on staying up as late as possible and playing games and took their session into the play room... before eventually falling asleep themselves sprawled out among Mancala boards and Sorry! pieces. And even the Gaurdians who took it upon themselves to post themselves at the entrances of the lair to keep things safe since they'd heard about Mimics running about and on the loose, had a hard time keeping their eyes open. Valen himself strengthened his stance at the front door and tightened his muscles and said "Nothing's gonna happen on my watch, not tonight, nuh-uh." But sadly, as it is with older Dragons, he found himself beginning to nod off... and a Mimic that was holed up inside a Calculating Candelabra that had been circling the house found that he was the last one to nod off and worked its incredible magic to unlock the door once it determined that Valen was out... Once inside, the spirit inhabiting the candelabra began to search the house for the perfect host while also putting spells on other Dragons to make them sleep and stay asleep so it could get away and do its damage undisturbed. It sensed a Dragon with a darker personality and made for CrimsonDeath...

However, somehow, it's spell failed to work on 3 Dragons and when Pietro heard something go scittering about in the hall outside his den and looked over to see Flax sleeping soundly away in his basket next to the fireplace, Pie put down his book on a table next to him and knew something was up. Unlike most of his clanmates, he knew that tonight would be a great night to get some reading in and that nobody would get mad at him for staying up too late, and that was just what he was doing right when he heard that odd sound... And when a creepy laugh sounded a few minutes later down the hallway that sent a chill down his spine, he instantly leapt to his feet and threw open the door...

Zelkiron also had the same thought that no one would get mad at him for staying up late and decided to work on some of his medicinal brews in his shop, and felt safe that the Gaurdians were watching over him, his family and all of the other SkyWings Dragons tonight. Although all of that changed when he heard a creepy laugh echo from outside and slip in under his shop's door and a feeling of dread and fear washed over him. He set down his medicine book and eyedropper and looked at his door questioningly and gulped. Wh-what was that?? he thought as he cautiously stood up from his stool and opened his door, peering out into the dark night. As he stood in his doorway, what he saw next he was not prepared for as he saw an Imperial he recognized as Pietro running with a Nocturne behind, flapping frantically trying to keep up, and he saw they were coming right for him. Pietro... running? he thought as a Nocturne he saw behind them loped awkwardly that he recognized as CrimsonDeath laughed and it echoed around them and saw he had a crazy look in his eye and continued to cackle...

Meiriona also had plans for staying up, but they were of a different kind for she had an art project she was working on and was intent on finishing. But everybody else had gone to bed so she had to paint quietly in the living room and in dim light and will herself to not sneeze on the color's strong fumes. This was quite hard, so she decided her painting was going to be mostly red and orange-y since those two were the ones that smelled the least strongest and it was right when she grabbed the paint brush after dipping it in the red once more when she heard the door go lightly creeeeeeaaakk, and something chilled her scales. She looked around for her Fungi Sage and jokingly said "Tiger Shower, was that you?" but saw he was watching her paint. It looked at her questioningly and said "The clock sings at 67." She nodded her head and said "Ah," as if she understood it's saying (which she never did) and looked around once more... and cocked her head to the side when she spotted a Calculating Candelabra sitting atop her family's high-boy that she wasn't sure had been there before, and something about it was making her spidey-senses go off... And when she went over to investigate and move it once she laid a claw on it and touched it, she felt a shock that coursed through her and launched her across the room! And while she was disoriented, and trying to gather herself, she could've sworn she saw it skitter away and head for her parent's bedroom...
"Hahahahahahahaaa....Tee-heeheeheeheeheeheeeeeee!!!" And seconds later she heard a terrifying, creepy, Halloween-worthy laugh emanate from the room as claws gripped the door frame awkwardly and her father stepped out, wings slithering limply on the ground with his head swinging around to face her, but she could tell it was not her father who was in control. With that sight, her eyes widened and she freaked and made for the front door and slammed it behind her, hopefully in an attempt to delay whatever was in control of her beloved Dad, Tiger Shower just narrowly missing being shut off in the process. Me-rie didn't know where she was running, but her claws clicked on the hallway's floor as she did, while Tiger Shower spouted things behind her that probs meant 'slow down'...

While she ran she came across Pietro who seemed to also be awake at this hour and explained what had happened. And since Pietro was knowledgable and well-read, and the book he was reading earlier was about mimics anyways since he got curious about all this talk of them, he figured this was the work of a Mimic. And he was right at the end of the book, too, the good part that was talking about how to dispell mimics and he told her what he had read and what to do...

"Hahahahaaaaaaa!!"And not a second too late for laughter sounded again and Crimson ran with an awkward gait and tripped on his wings and slid on the floor behind them, crashing into a wall. Pietro, in his watching, observant ways, saw this and figured that this Mimic was not accustomed to hosting Dragons and not used to their movements and moving a Dragon body and figured that this could buy him & Me-rie some time as he told her to run and they bolted in any direction they could out of the hallway...

Which led them to Zelkiron's shop and seeing him standing in the doorway. "Zelk, move!" Pie shouted as he saw the sleeping Gaurdian at the door, and noticed another one the back door they'd just passed through. And just when I thought we were safe, he thought to himself as Zelkiron stood frozen in the doorway. He's probably not used to seeing me run, he thought, reading Zelk's expression. He smiled to himself, though, in spite of the situation, and thought next, Well, he's got a point; neither am I.

But Zelk was stunned at the scene and couldn't seem to get anything to move at all. But when the fear finally let go of him, he moved to open the door but somehow his long tail had gotten stuck on his stool and when he turned, it pulled it to him and landed right into the door and he pulled his tail out right in time right as the door was pushed shut... and he stared at it, and sighed. That was locked, wasn't it? he thought as he reached a hand out to try and found that yes, it indeed was, and cursed his tail.

"Zelk, open the door!" Me-rie shreiked as she and Pie reached him and she landed. She watched as his shoulders sagged, and her hopes seemed to sag with them as she realized what that probably meant and she felt her fear soar. "I can't, it's locked," he said, and she face-palmed, which was followed by a very loud "Ugggghhhh!"

Which was cut short by a loud, terrifying laugh that made the trio turn their heads to face CrimsonDeath....

(copy & pasted from above, edited for story purposes :) ) (please don't get mad at me, I hope that's ok)

"What do we do?" Me-rie whispered shakily as her Dad eyed them and stalked up to them awkwardly.

“We do what I told you to do,” Pietro said, watching the Nocturne warily. “We escape the lair and we hide.”

“But...with...with…?” Zelkiron stammered, twitching his head in the direction of the giggling Crismon.

Through gritted teeth, Pietro choked down a rising swell of fear that he now realized was within him. “Yes. They’re our friend. We don’t leave friends behind.” He also gazed down to Meiriona and added "Or parents," since he knew that that was her dad.

The three observing dragons reached out to each other, linking their claws in a chain slowly, as to not disturb their maddened companion.

“Something in the lair did this. We have to get him away from here,” The ever-observant Pietro said.

“Heeheeheeheeheehahahahahaha…” Crimson’s giggling increased in pitch and frequency, head rolling towards the three, registering their presence. His grin grew wider, body lurching forward, claws grasping towards the other three. “Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeeeeeee!”

And suddenly he suddenly leapt! He soared through the sky and all were frozen as he fell upon the closest dragon, which happened to be Zelk, both bodies hitting the ground with a shriek. “Get ‘im off me! Help, help meeee!” he wailed as he tried to claw the Nocturne off in his frightened stage, as the crazed Dragon tore at his robes.

The other two watched, frozen in horror as the Nocturne’s talons wrapped around the fallen dragon’s neck. “Heeheeheehahahaha!” Crimson cackled.

Another shriek from Zelk cut through their shock and brought them back to reality and then Pie and Me-rie threw themselves forward to save him.
~And then everything went black.~

They couldn’t see each other, they couldn’t even feel the ground beneath them. The world was silent, save for a whisper of a song, dancing just out of reach. When the darkness lifted, Zelkiron lay on the ground gasping, staring up at a swirling mass of tiny stars holding the mad Nocturne aloft, as he watched the feral dragon’s face relax, drifting off into a deep slumber.

The stars gently laid the sleeping dragon on the ground. As the quiet song faded away, the stars rose into the air, and began shifting into a living constellation, the outline of a female Nocturne forming around it.“My name is Shadowsong. Your lair has fallen, and at the claws of your own clan’s Nocturnes,” she intoned.

“Are they traitors?!” Zelk and Meirinoa said simultaneously, worried.

“No, not traitors. They’re victims of a creature we call a mimic. I’ve broken its influence on this one, but in order to save your lair, you must act. Sornieth is in danger and it will take every free dragon to save it.” She waved a wing over the sleeping dragon below her. “This one will sleep here safely while you find and destroy the mimic.”

“But how?” they asked again in unison, but Pietro need not ask since he knew from reading, although it was still nice to hear.

“What a mimic lacks in physical strength they make up for in influence and magic. One of your clanmates must have come across a mimic when it emerged for this long night. To enter your lair, the mimic used their magic to bond itself to them. Instead of seeing the creature, your clanmate saw an item of great value to hoard. If you find that dragon, you’ll find the mimic.”

Shadowsong moved to each of them one by one, laying a single talon on their forehead. A different song whispered past each of them as she did. “Your Nocturne clanmates under the Mimic’s influence will not see you. The one it bonded itself to...let’s hope we’re not too late.” She paused. Then Shadowsong continued, her dark eyes filled with sorrow. “The non-Nocturne dragons in your clan are likely injured or imprisoned. Possibly worse. You mustn’t allow yourselves to be distracted. Find the mimic.”

She rose up, her swirl of constellations blending into the night sky. “Move carefully, move quickly. I, or one of my kind, will return. If you succeed, we will be able to save your clanmates.”

“What if we don’t?” Zelkiron asked, as he gazed up at her from his position on the ground.

“If you don’t, you’ll be dead,” Shadowsong replied as she disappeared into a cloud of night and stars.

Pietro looked back at CrimsonDeath who now looked to be slumbering peacefully then into the eyes of his friends, and figured that he didn't want that to be his fate. He brought his hands together and took a deep breath before speaking. “Let’s get started.”

As they moved to leave, and enter the den once more, the Gaurdians at the entrances began to stir. "Wha-what happened?" one asked near Zelk's shop door that the trio recognized as Marceline and she shook her head with a super confused look. Pietro moved to go over to her & explain to her the events of the night as the other one that Meiriona recognized as the wandering reclusive weatherdrag named IceStorm at the back door also came to.

"Whoa, my head..." he mumbled, as he reached a fur-covered claw up to rub it. "Ah, Me-rie, dear, how nice to see you," he said in his rumbly voice, as she came over, then "What are you doing out here?"

She was going to explain when Zelkiron rose and went to tell him. "Hello, Meteorologist IceStorm," he said as he sat on his shoulders, trying to shake off his jitters from the events moments before.

"Ah, my oh-so-formal nephew," Ice said as they joked and began talking. Me-rie smiled to herself, too, for she knew the joke and knew that they probs weren't actually uncle-nephew related, it was probably more distant than that, but all the Faes and Gaurdians in the clan were related somehow thanks to GoldSong & Valen so they all referred to each other as that, even if it wasn't true (aunt, uncle, cousin, grandparent, etc). As they talked, she wandered over to Pietro again and heard that it sounded like they were rounding things up. "Wow, sounds like we better get the word out then," Marceline said as she made her way towards the back door, cautiously stepping around Crimson.

"Indeed," Pietro agreed, as he noticed Me-rie meander over to his side. The Gaurdian made her way inside the den on her own, and Pietro figured she was a strong enough Dragon and could hold her own if she did come across an influenced Dragon, but he also knew the only other Nocturne in the clan was standing next to him and nervously eyeing her father...

Me-rie glanced down at her Dad as he rested and slept with a slight grin. Wow, she thought, my own father... as the images from just moments before inside her own home and then outside flashed in her mind once more. She willed herself to stop thinking those thoughts though, and looked up to Pietro, and gulped down her fear. "Look, I know we gotta go in the lair again on our own and search... but I was kinda wondering..." she trailed off and looked away cuz she didn't wanna seem like a wimp, but she didn't want to go alone, and would rather have this strong Imperial by her side when and if she came across anything rather than not... "Could I stay with you?" she finished, turning back to face him and trying not to let her bottom lip quiver.

Pietro listened to her and saw she was trying to hold her lip in place and saw that she didn't want to come across as a weakling and said yes. He knew that she probably couldn't hold her own in case something came, she just wasn't mentally strong enough or fit enough, and he knew his perceptiveness would come in handy in case anything were to try to take over... For all he knew, that mimic that had just had control of her dad was hiding in her mushroom collection, just waiting for her...

Zelkiron finally finished explaining everything to his uncle and also why his robe was in tatters ("Good heavens, boy, what happened to your attire?!"), and as the Meteorologist trundled off back into the den, he flew back over to his friends. "Welp, shall we?" he asked, alighting Pietro's shoulder, and trying to still a shake he still felt coursing through his scales. He tried not to look down at Crimson and instead focused on Pietro's ever-observing red eyes. But that was difficult as the red reminded him of Crimson's scales and how those had been just above him minutes before so he looked away and focused on Me-rie's instead and calmed his nerves once more.

Pietro looked back and forth between his friends and moved forward, somehow sensing the Fae wouldn't want to leave his side, either. "Let us begin," he said in his quiet, solemn voice as they all made for the back door to the den.

As they left, Me-rie's Fungi Sage followed behind, but something was off with it. For unbeknownst to any of the Dragons, and even somehow managing to slip past Shadowsong's senses, the Mimic had been able to slip inside the Sage's mind and take the sentient mushroom over. However, the Mimic found the inside of it's mind was like the inside of a dusty attic that no one had visited for years, dusty and full of cobwebs with layers of dust covering towers of tomes, and when it passed by some of these tomes and wiped the dust off and read the covers, the titles made no sense. But all the Mimic needed to find was the controls to make it move, and to make it look like the Familiar was moving normally, and once it did, it segued over to them and easily seized control... for as wise as the Fungi Sage might have been, it sure didn't have any mental strength and for the Mimic to take it over was a piece of cake...

As the trio went through the den, they met all the waking Dragons and shared their story and told them to all be on the look out, and sadly, almost all of the Dragons eyed Meiriona, since they also knew she was the only other Nocturne in the clan. But Pietro was studying her intently, and she didn't seem to be showing any signs of corruption, and his lovely wife who spent many hours painting and doing art things with her also concurred, since she knew Me-rie very well, and saw the Nocturne wasn't showing anything out of the normal.

Meiriona could tell the others were eyeing her as well and she didn't like that feeling, and it didn't sit well with her. Would you stop it?! It's not me, I'm fine! She wanted to shout, but knew that that behavior was uncharacteristic of her and knew that now was not the time for uncharacteristic behavior, since everyone's guards were already up and they were already skeptical and suspicious of her. She was glad when Cornucopia stood up for her and also relieved when Pietro and Cornucopia agreed that there seemed to be nothing wrong with her. Listen to them, I'm fine! She wanted to shout again...

The Mimic in Tiger Shower walked along with them, trying not to make its movements look too jerky, annoyed at all this meaningless Dragonspeak between the clan Dragons and waited for its chance to strike. It was also very observant and had picked up on Pietro's also heightened observational abilities and knew it couldn't try anything out here in the open for the Imperial would strike before it'd even made it's first move... No, it had to get this Nocturne alone...

While they were talking & explaining their story to yet another batch of sleepy, bleary-eyed Dragons, Zelkiron realized that he must look terrible, and his uncle's words floated back through his mind... "Good heavens, boy, what happened to your attire?!" He looked down at his Brilliant Healer's outfit and saw that it was indeed in tatters and quite covered in dirt and leaves, and was that a bruise on his arm? Zelk began to get worried and started to fret. Oh, no, I can't let Lolita or the kids see me like this! he thought, as he told Pietro he was going to go back to his den and wash up and get an extra change of clothes, for when you were a healer, you always had extra spare changes of clothes. And as he flitted away, he hoped his lovely family was still asleep, as he did not look forward to that explanation...

Pietro and Mieriona finally reached her den and when she got there, she found the door thrown open wide, and what looked like their living room rug spilled out into the hallway. She stepped in over the sprawled rug and saw that the room was a lot worse than she'd left it and saw her easel toppled over with paints all over the floor and a dent in the wall where she'd probably hit it, and at that reminder, her side throbbed. As she looked around, he eyes rested on her two sisters sitting on their couch, and StarBlaze had her arms crossed over her Skydancer chest while IndigoDream had questions in her half-open hazy eyes. "What in the Second Age happened in here?!" StarBlaze asked as Pie stepped in behind Me-rie. "I just vacuumed this place yesterday, you know!" she added indignantly. "Yeah, what happened, sis?" Indigo asked next in her smooth, hipster voice.
Meiriona sat down as she wasn't sure where to begin. She looked around again and saw claw marks that had dug into the wood of the door frame to her parent's room, and for a second she saw her Mimic-controlled father standing there once more. She winced and blinked away the image and when she opened them again, there was no one there, just like before. Then, a moment later, her mother appeared and she looked around and took stock of the room, then saw the Imperial standing with her daughter. "Pietro?" she asked, then got a defensive stance as she assumed the worst, and put herself between him and her girls. "What are you doing here?" SunsetPoison asked in a deep, gnarly voice.

Pietro rolled his eyes. "Good evening ma'am, and you can stop what you're thinking as it's not like that. If you'll just give me a moment to explain..." he started, and moved to sit in a recliner, fully aware that SunsetPoison was eyeing him, and watching his every move. He knew of his reputation in the clan and that some Dragons thought he was observant for other, bad reasons, such as watching girls and fantasizing, but it was never like that for he had the most beautiful Imperial in the world, and he always tried to reassure them... but he found it was to no avail and Dragons would believe and think what they wanted no matter what he told them, and he found especially the Dragons with daughters or all girls for children were especially protective of them whenever he came around. He found that quite annoying though, but with that, him & Meiriona pieced together the troublesome events of the night...

The Mimic was tired of all this Dragonspeak. Just let me do my thing! It whispered to itself in its own tongue, watching and waiting through the Fungi Sage's eyes as it moved the mushroom over to Meiriona. Then, it felt a tapping on one of its ethereal shoulders, and turned to see the Sage spirit looking at it. What? the Mimic asked, unsure if the soul could understand its tongue. "The hunger eats 9," the Sage spirit said in Dragonspeak but the mimic didn't know much Dragonspeak for Pietro was right, as this was a younger Mimic and hadn't been around very long, so it just rolled its mimic-y eyes and focused back on the room...

Meiriona shivered again as they recounted the tale, and felt as though she just wanted to be by herself now. Besides, she'd already told her part about the mimic in their house ("So that's where that Calculating Candelabra came from," her mom said as she looked back to their room and they all agreed ,that just in case, that should be destroyed), and seeing it take over Crimson, she figured she'd let Pietro tell the rest since he was there, too. Excusing herself, she made for the comfort of her room as her trusty sidekick Fungi followed....

Any second now, the Mimic whispered as it moved and made Tiger Shower skitter across the floor after the Nocturne. it followed the Dragon and guessed that the she-Dragon was making for her bed place in this part of the den and sure enough as she rounded the corner and climbed onto what looked like a comfy mound of blankets, this pile of fluffy stuffs had her scent all over it. The Nocturne turned over on her side and the mimic made the Fungi Sage climb up on her bed as quietly as possible without being undetected until it was too late... Hello, precious, you're mine, and the mimic cackled as it left the Sage and slid across her scales...

Meiriona startled when she heard a thump as she was just trying to rest and live down the previous moments. Sure, those moments were probably now turning into hours ago, but to her, it still felt like seconds... and when she heard a light thump, she jumped and raised her head, and turned to see Tiger Shower lying in a heap on the side of her bed... right as she felt something evilly dark caress her scales and slide up her wings. She screamed but that was the last sound she made as the Mimic slipped into her mind...

Pietro stood up instantly at the sound of that and all of her sisters and mom swung their heads in the direction of her room. "Me-rie?" he called, but felt SunsetPoison shoot daggers at him with her eyes. Oh, right, he thought, sarcastically, still disgusted by her attitude and rolling his eyes, how dare I show any sign of affection for your daughter? "Me-rie, are you alright, dove?" her mom called this time, as they all inched their way towards her room cautiously...

Meiriona lay on her bed as she fought the being in her mind. Ugh, what is this? So sweet, like candy, the Mimic whispered, but it just sounded like distorted voices to her as she struggled for control of her body. And you call yourself a Nocturne, it thought, as it flitted about her mind, going through her memories and getting to know her personality. You... will... not... have me! she thought shouted as her spirit chased it down and wrestled it as it made for the controls. Ugh, Dragonspeak again, it thought, once again rolling its eyes as they rolled around in her head, fighting for control. And you, my precious, are not strong enough, the mimic whispered once more as an arm reached for the controls...
You shouldn't underestimate me, Me-rie thought as her spirit flew over to them and she made herself stand. But the mimic was still fighting her, and had ghostly arms wrapped around her soul's neck. I... am...strong! she thought, bucking it off in her mind and leaving her room and making for the living room.

"Ah, dove, there you are," SunsetPoison said, relieved at the sight of her daughter. Pietro sighed and smiled too, but sensed something wasn't right with her. But he'd bring it up with her later as he didn't want to embarrass her or drag her family into whatever matter it was.

Meiriona smiled. "Yup, here I ammm," she said and realized she'd dragged out the m on that word but only because the Mimic had control of her mouth for a split second before she smacked its mystical hands out of the way with one of her spirit wings in her head. She smiled again and tried to make as if that hadn't happened and moved over to Pietro. "Well, shall we go tell more Dragons about tonight?" she asked as the Mimic in her head roared in frustration...

Pietro eyed her, but nodded, and with that, they both said farewell to her family and made their way down the hall once more. Then, when they were alone in the hall, he finally looked over to her and asked "Are you sure you're okay?"

The Mimic receded and charged again, and threw her off the controls once more, and had hold of all of her now, and got hold of the vocal chords and made the sound that all mimics were famed for as the start of a laugh gurgled out... but it was cut short as Me-rie jumped on the phantom and gained control once more and stopped the giggle that was bubbling out. "Y-yeah, I'mm fine, why do yoooou ask?" she said, realizing she was slurring and saw a ghostly hand still holding onto the controls for dear life.

A chill of fear washed down Pietro's spine as he realized his friend was probably under control now, but he carried on and swept the feeling away. "No reason," he said, trying to keep his voice from quavering. "Come on, we should go let our Matriarch know, if she hasn't been told already," he said.

Meiriona nodded, but realized that fighting with this mimic was draining her and she didn't know how much longer she could keep holding it off. They kept fighting and wrestling for control, but she made sure to keep walking, but she was wearing out... and in her last moment of control, when she felt all of her energy slipping away and now being spent she shouted "Pietro!" in an attempt to warn him as another horrible laugh spilled from her very own throat as the Mimic took over...

"Pietro!" he heard the Nocturne down next to him shout, and then another laugh echoed down the hall. "Tee-hee-he-he-he-hee-heeeeeee!" And suddenly, his friend was on top of him and shoved him and rammed him into the wall! This was unexpected as he didn't think that Me-rie was that strong, and her mimic-controlled body wrapped claws around his neck and he struggled to breathe...

Zelkiron came around the corner, this time in new, untouched attire, ready to help his friends once more and came upon the scene. Thankfully his family was still asleep, and he could change undisturbed, but he was startled when he zipped around the corner once more. "Oh, Deities!" he exclaimed as Pie spotted the little Fae, and barely managed to choke out "Zelk! Get help!" as Meirona's claws squeezed tighter and her head lolled to the side and the Fae recognized that crazed glint in her eye. Oh no, not her too! he thought as he flitted away, knowing exactly the Dragon to get that would be perfect for matters like this.

Pietro tried to pry away Meiriona's claws from his neck, but found his Imperial arms were much too short and cursed them, as he began to feel faint. Other Dragon's voices sounded down the hall and when they saw the scene, they rushed to try and also pry Me-rie from the peach-colored Imperial...

But it was for naught cuz even though this Mimic was young, it was not weak, and any time another Dragon touched it, it shocked them the same way it had magically shocked this Nocturne earlier. But it somehow sensed that a stronger magical presence was nearby and gaining fast, along with the song she-Dragon that had released it's hold on this she-Dragon's father earlier. But it laughed again and squeezed tighter and blazed magic from every scale in Meiriona's body and let the whole SkyWings clan know that this Mimic was powerful and wouldn't go down without a fight...

Zelkiron returned with the clan's mage, and not a moment too soon as he saw a crazy light display going on and magic emanating from Me-rie's body as the laughter was the loudest it'd ever been the whole night, and echoed down the halls and reverberated around the walls. "HA-HA-HA-HA-HAA-HA-HAA-HAAAA!!" "Oh, my Deities," ValentineCherub breathed, as she saw the scene and set down her tools and set to work.
~And everything went black once more~

The faint song returned, and then the shroud of darkness lifted, and the Dragons saw the misty cloud of stars that formed into a Nocturne shape once again. Zelkiron smiled, though, for he knew this Nocturne. "Shadowsong!" he said joyfully as she now lifted Me-rie and broke the hold of the Mimic over her. She smiled down at him but grabbed the Mimic's spirit before it disappeared into the night again, and looked over to ValentineCherub as Pietro gasped for breath. "You are the clan's mage?" She asked, addressing the Skydancer.

Valentine nodded fervently as the Nocturne set Me-rie down with her other hand and she slept as peacefully as her father. "Then we must destroy this!" Shadowsong said as ValentineCherub also reached out and grabbed the Mimic's writhing ethereal spirit and began chanting words from her dusty mage books that was in the language of the Mimic...

The Mimic writhed in their magical grasps and didn't like this. Let me go! it thought as it writhed in the grasps of both Dragons, but stopped to listen when it realized one of them was speaking Miminess, the tongue of Mimics. But this Dragon was not making conversation... this was a spell! And an obliteration spell at that! The mimic writhed again at that realization but felt itself being destroyed and torn apart shred by shred by the spell until...
BOOM!

Everybody in the corridor covered their heads at the explosion, and even Me-rie stirred some, but slept once more. Then, they all looked up and saw purple-y and blue-ish shimmery dust raining down around them that illuminated the hallway, and Valentine opened her hands to find she wasn't holding onto anything anymore as the black starred Nocturne landed. "It is finished," she said, laying a claw on Valentine's forehead, thanking her for her work as the Skydancer heard a song drift past her ears. She smiled, and Zelkiron zipped over to the Nocturne and gave her a big hug. Well, as well as he could anyways, what with being a Fae and all. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! A thousand times, thank you!" he said, and she smiled.

Pietro stood and joined them as he wiped some of the dust off his snout. He cleared his throat (which still hurt) and looked at the Nocturne in admiration and said "What he said."

Shadowsong placed a claw on him as well, and smiled at all the Dragons around her. "Thank you all for your gratitude. It's been a busy night, but I fear there's more lairs that need me. Farewell!" she said as the faint song returned, and she once again regained her misty form and all went black once more.

Then, a moment later, when the darkness lifted, they all turned to look out the windows and saw that the sun was rising and spreading its warmth and joy over the land. "Boy, what a night," Zelkiron said as Valentine gathered her supplies.

Pietro nodded as he yawned. "Well, we better sort this out, then," he said, mentioning the events and how GoldSong should probs still need/want to know, and also how their friend was sound asleep in the middle of the floor.

"I think that can wait, pal," Zelk said, patting Pie on the snout as he yawned as well and made for his den. "I didn't sleep a wink, so I'm due for some shut-eye." And with that, the Fae flitted off.

Pie smiled at that, and found he agreed. But first, he figured he'd be kind and take Meiriona back to her room, not to mention her father who was also still probably outside. So, hoisting her up and slinging the slumbering Nocturne over his shoulders, her carried her back to her family's den, then made for her father as well, and when both Nocturnes were resting peacefully back in their dens, he finally made for his as well...
~The End!~
Bonus

ValentineCherub, upon hearing of the Calculating Candelabra still in the Nocturne's and Skydancer's den, followed Pietro intent on destroying the object, just in case. But when she got there, and found it in their room, something about it made her change her mind, and she realized it'd probably be pretty handy as a night-light when she had late-night magical study sessions, and thus carried it back to her study (this time without getting shocked)... Every Dragon she met along the way she told she was going to destroy it, but that was a lie as she carried it and finally set it on the old, wood desk in her study. "I'm not going to destroy you. Why destroy you when you're so useful?" she asked it as she straightened the papers up on her desk.

Yes... a voice whispered inside it's mind that was not Dragonspeak, Why destroy me when I'm so... very... useful?
~The End!~
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[center][u][b]{ CHARACTERS INCLUDED }[/b][/u] blackbird ; a fierce mirror dragon skilled in fighting and has an attraction for the skulls, bones, teeth and items of her deceased enemies. she is the hero. [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/437085/43708483_350.png[/img][outfit=504005] python ; a friendly nocturne who was and still is a blacksmith, makes weapons and items of various metals for his new clan. he is the one who is attacked. [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/478938/47893720_350.png[/img][outfit=664808] necromancer ; a lone nocturne who dabbles in the art of bringing back the dead. she discovered the mimic and is the one under it's influence. [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/478647/47864616_350.png[/img][outfit=664805] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- [u][b]{ THE STORY }[/b][/u] two dragons cautiously walked through the winding caverns with candles in their talons, lighting the candles that had gone out with their fire, the mirror wondering how a single nocturne under the influence of something the mirror female didn't have any belief in these things, but everyone in the clan had gone into hiding in one of the deeper tunnels - which was everyone unaffected - and the mages, witches, wizards, magic users, sorcerers and whatnot were trying to find a solution to the problem and help the injured even deeper below. blackbird, a fierce mirror female, had decided to try and find out what the problem was for herself - a brave and friendly nocturne called python deciding to accompany her - as he knew what was up and would try his best to help. unfortunately for the nocturnes, there was no helping them until this was over. a looming presence appeared as they turned the corner to hear all the candles flicker off, python becoming scared and blackbird putting on a brave face, calling out "who's there? this ain't funny, especially not now!" and she didn't want a reply, but got one despite not wanting an answer. a tall, mysterious looking nocturne appeared in front of them, seemingly out of nowhere, speaking in a creepy voice to the two of them. "heheheheh...you can't turn back, not while the mimic's still here...isn't that correct? well, what if the mimic was someone you trusted...heh heh..." she whispering something and summoned at least 8 or more onyx arms out of the ground, the arms pulling python to the ground and made a cage around him. blackbird's face turned from surprised to shocked to angry, baring her fangs and leaped on the necromancer nocturne, slicing the arms on her wings to pieces (but they'd grow back later). falling to the ground, the purple and black female nocturne fell to the ground, cowering and spoke shakily "t-the mimic p-promised me that i-i would have a g-great power...i-i believed it...t-the creature c-corrupted me...i-im sorry!" the arms around python went back into the ground and he stood up, clearly shaken by the experience of almost getting pulled into the ground. blackbird scowled and glared at necromancer, but then let out a sigh, speaking "uh...it's alright? no one was hurt, besides you, that is. come back to our lair and our leader may let you in if you explain yourself..."[/center]
{ CHARACTERS INCLUDED }

blackbird ; a fierce mirror dragon skilled in fighting and has an attraction for the skulls, bones, teeth and items of her deceased enemies. she is the hero.
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BLACKBIRD


python ; a friendly nocturne who was and still is a blacksmith, makes weapons and items of various metals for his new clan. he is the one who is attacked.
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PYTHON


necromancer ; a lone nocturne who dabbles in the art of bringing back the dead. she discovered the mimic and is the one under it's influence.
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NECROMANCER



{ THE STORY }

two dragons cautiously walked through the winding caverns with candles in their talons, lighting the candles that had gone out with their fire, the mirror wondering how a single nocturne under the influence of something the mirror female didn't have any belief in these things, but everyone in the clan had gone into hiding in one of the deeper tunnels - which was everyone unaffected - and the mages, witches, wizards, magic users, sorcerers and whatnot were trying to find a solution to the problem and help the injured even deeper below.

blackbird, a fierce mirror female, had decided to try and find out what the problem was for herself - a brave and friendly nocturne called python deciding to accompany her - as he knew what was up and would try his best to help. unfortunately for the nocturnes, there was no helping them until this was over. a looming presence appeared as they turned the corner to hear all the candles flicker off, python becoming scared and blackbird putting on a brave face, calling out "who's there? this ain't funny, especially not now!" and she didn't want a reply, but got one despite not wanting an answer.

a tall, mysterious looking nocturne appeared in front of them, seemingly out of nowhere, speaking in a creepy voice to the two of them. "heheheheh...you can't turn back, not while the mimic's still here...isn't that correct? well, what if the mimic was someone you trusted...heh heh..." she whispering something and summoned at least 8 or more onyx arms out of the ground, the arms pulling python to the ground and made a cage around him. blackbird's face turned from surprised to shocked to angry, baring her fangs and leaped on the necromancer nocturne, slicing the arms on her wings to pieces (but they'd grow back later).

falling to the ground, the purple and black female nocturne fell to the ground, cowering and spoke shakily "t-the mimic p-promised me that i-i would have a g-great power...i-i believed it...t-the creature c-corrupted me...i-im sorry!" the arms around python went back into the ground and he stood up, clearly shaken by the experience of almost getting pulled into the ground. blackbird scowled and glared at necromancer, but then let out a sigh, speaking "uh...it's alright? no one was hurt, besides you, that is. come back to our lair and our leader may let you in if you explain yourself..."
((Here we go! Spoiler: they died.)) No one could decide if what they had seen was real or not. Speaking star stuff, crazed nocturnes. . . It was mad. And yet- [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=4809988] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/48100/4809988_350.png[/img] [/url] "It makes sense," declared [b]Dusk[/b], "no one has been behaving right since the dark nights started." The skydancer hummed nervously, glancing around from the sleeping nocturne before them to the darkened subterranean tunnels that the clan called home. She was an illusion caster herself, she knew that nocturnes were susceptible. And ever since the magic lanterns had gone out, they hadn't been acting right at all. Her guardian stepped up behind her. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=37095434] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/370955/37095434_350.png[/img] [/url] "You'd think that the necromancer would've had some sorta protection against this," growled [b]Farstrider[/b], "considering how paranoid she is about magical attacks." The guardian thumped her tail against the ground in agitation, staring into the darkened tunnels around them. They weren't going to find anything in the underground maze that they lived in without the lanterns to guide their way. The sound of slow and deliberate footsteps startled them both. From pitch black into their fickle candlelight came an aged dragon, fearsome battle mask glinting menacingly. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2959154] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/29592/2959154_350.png[/img] [/url] "Your lights have gone out," she hummed, "and with it your hope." "[b]Lady Silth[/b] . . ." mumbled the skydancer in astonishment. The old queen hadn't been seen in years. Most assumed that she had died in the tunnels below. "How did you find your way in the dark?" "Silly dancer," rasped the wildclaw, "I was here when these tunnels were still rough and natural cave. Locked in the unlit crypts below by your leader. I know every tunnel like the back of my claw." Dusk and Far exchanged brief glances. "Can you help us? asked the guardian after a moment, "there is a mimic wreaking havoc somewhere in the clan." The old magus tilted her head, deep purple eyes regarding them for a moment before giving the barest hint of a nod. She turned then, stalking back into the darkness and leaving them no choice but to follow. Without light, the deep and winding tunnels seemed to go on forever. It was like they swallowed time and sound and direction; and spit it back out in a way that muddled the thoughts. It was a wonder that the old queen hadn't gone mad down there in the darkest part of the lair. Dusk had to remind herself that they had no proof that the wildclaw wasn't mad. It was impossible to tell how long they wandered for, the candle growing shorter and alarmingly shorter, before they came to a stop. In the calm of the underground springs, hundreds of crystals produced a dazzling glow. The light reflected of the many pools of water to dance around the cave. It was fantastic. "Beautiful," murmured the guardian, "I could stare forever." She took another few steps in and sank tiredly to the ground. Her eyes were locked on one of the crystals, entranced by its light. "Far?" chirped Dusk gently. The shadowy contours of her mask broke up the dancing lights. "Silth?" She turned, to see the gaze of the wildclaw locked squarely on her. There was a vicious coldness to those amethyst eyes. Something pale stirred in the dim blue light behind her, and Dusk watched in horror as a dragon shambled out. Their movements were at once stiff and uncontrolled, like a marionette. She recognized a traveler that they had given shelter a few days prior. The candle clattered to the ground as Dusk shuffled back in horror. "I told you I'd bring the last of them," growled the queen. She looked on uncaring as the mimic and its puppet advanced on the mage. "And once it's killed the last of you, I'll be free to walk above ground again. We all will. Sleep tight, dancer." Silth turned and slipped back into the darkness as another scream echoed through the tunnels. Soon, the dark had swallowed that too.
((Here we go! Spoiler: they died.))

No one could decide if what they had seen was real or not. Speaking star stuff, crazed nocturnes. . . It was mad. And yet-


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"It makes sense," declared Dusk, "no one has been behaving right since the dark nights started." The skydancer hummed nervously, glancing around from the sleeping nocturne before them to the darkened subterranean tunnels that the clan called home. She was an illusion caster herself, she knew that nocturnes were susceptible. And ever since the magic lanterns had gone out, they hadn't been acting right at all.

Her guardian stepped up behind her.

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"You'd think that the necromancer would've had some sorta protection against this," growled Farstrider, "considering how paranoid she is about magical attacks."

The guardian thumped her tail against the ground in agitation, staring into the darkened tunnels around them. They weren't going to find anything in the underground maze that they lived in without the lanterns to guide their way.

The sound of slow and deliberate footsteps startled them both. From pitch black into their fickle candlelight came an aged dragon, fearsome battle mask glinting menacingly.


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"Your lights have gone out," she hummed, "and with it your hope."

"Lady Silth . . ." mumbled the skydancer in astonishment. The old queen hadn't been seen in years. Most assumed that she had died in the tunnels below. "How did you find your way in the dark?"

"Silly dancer," rasped the wildclaw, "I was here when these tunnels were still rough and natural cave. Locked in the unlit crypts below by your leader. I know every tunnel like the back of my claw."

Dusk and Far exchanged brief glances. "Can you help us? asked the guardian after a moment, "there is a mimic wreaking havoc somewhere in the clan."

The old magus tilted her head, deep purple eyes regarding them for a moment before giving the barest hint of a nod. She turned then, stalking back into the darkness and leaving them no choice but to follow.

Without light, the deep and winding tunnels seemed to go on forever. It was like they swallowed time and sound and direction; and spit it back out in a way that muddled the thoughts. It was a wonder that the old queen hadn't gone mad down there in the darkest part of the lair.

Dusk had to remind herself that they had no proof that the wildclaw wasn't mad.

It was impossible to tell how long they wandered for, the candle growing shorter and alarmingly shorter, before they came to a stop. In the calm of the underground springs, hundreds of crystals produced a dazzling glow. The light reflected of the many pools of water to dance around the cave. It was fantastic.

"Beautiful," murmured the guardian, "I could stare forever." She took another few steps in and sank tiredly to the ground. Her eyes were locked on one of the crystals, entranced by its light.

"Far?" chirped Dusk gently. The shadowy contours of her mask broke up the dancing lights. "Silth?" She turned, to see the gaze of the wildclaw locked squarely on her. There was a vicious coldness to those amethyst eyes.

Something pale stirred in the dim blue light behind her, and Dusk watched in horror as a dragon shambled out. Their movements were at once stiff and uncontrolled, like a marionette. She recognized a traveler that they had given shelter a few days prior.

The candle clattered to the ground as Dusk shuffled back in horror.

"I told you I'd bring the last of them," growled the queen. She looked on uncaring as the mimic and its puppet advanced on the mage. "And once it's killed the last of you, I'll be free to walk above ground again. We all will. Sleep tight, dancer."

Silth turned and slipped back into the darkness as another scream echoed through the tunnels. Soon, the dark had swallowed that too.
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[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47641053] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/476411/47641053_350.png[/img] [/center] [right]Xhaldar is the one dragon a mimic would hate to cross, and she has taken all precautions of not allowing nocturnes into her lair. The only one was hatched from an egg, which she had found laying in a strange chest at night. A strong dragon with an orb that has the powers to do pretty much anything, she will reveal the mimic and fight it.[/right] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45804667] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/458047/45804667_350.png[/img] [/center] [right]Alwen, the daughter of Moonstone (the queen), experimented on a mask to see into other worlds, dimensions if you will. When she found the one that gave her the ability to see the Mimic’s dark aura. She will trap the object.[/right] [indent]In a twist of rage, Xhaldar growled and teleported to the Queens horde. “Where is it, Alwen...” her voice hissed, echoey and low.[/indent] [indent]Alwen twisted her neck around, her bronze mask glinting in the light of torches and skylights. “Be patient, young blood drake...” she sighed. “You growlin and hissin wont get us any closer to our target..”[/indent] [indent]Xhaldar gave her a glare before speed walking over to a pile of gold and diamonds. “What is she to do with all this, and whose to say its not a piece of our gold!”[/indent] [indent]She sighed, continuing to look with her mask and eyes. “They can’t possibly hide in that, Xhaldar.”[/indent] [indent]“At this rate we may as well declare fifty dragons already dead!”[/indent] [indent]“Xhaldar...” Alwen said irritably.[/indent] [indent]“Don’t you Xhaldar me! I’m trying to protect YOUR mother’s kingdom from a dang MIMIC!” Xhaldar began to grab gems, chests, any object she thought it could be hiding in. Alwen hid her expression well under her mask.[/indent] [indent]After a good hour of searching, Alwen shook her head in miserable defeat. “It’s probably already influenced a dragon...”[/indent] [indent]Xhaldar whipped around, running out of the horde. Alwen followed close behind, her footprints disappearing within seconds of lifting her limbs off the ground. Whatever Alwen had said to her didn’t register, if she was cast out from this kingdom because she failed, it wouldn’t be too bad, but she still wouldn’t like for it to happen. She skidded to a halt, her wings flaring open when she saw something move.[/indent] Continue...?
Xhaldar is the one dragon a mimic would hate to cross, and she has taken all precautions of not allowing nocturnes into her lair. The only one was hatched from an egg, which she had found laying in a strange chest at night. A strong dragon with an orb that has the powers to do pretty much anything, she will reveal the mimic and fight it.
Alwen, the daughter of Moonstone (the queen), experimented on a mask to see into other worlds, dimensions if you will. When she found the one that gave her the ability to see the Mimic’s dark aura. She will trap the object.
In a twist of rage, Xhaldar growled and teleported to the Queens horde. “Where is it, Alwen...” her voice hissed, echoey and low.
Alwen twisted her neck around, her bronze mask glinting in the light of torches and skylights. “Be patient, young blood drake...” she sighed. “You growlin and hissin wont get us any closer to our target..”
Xhaldar gave her a glare before speed walking over to a pile of gold and diamonds. “What is she to do with all this, and whose to say its not a piece of our gold!”
She sighed, continuing to look with her mask and eyes. “They can’t possibly hide in that, Xhaldar.”
“At this rate we may as well declare fifty dragons already dead!”
“Xhaldar...” Alwen said irritably.
“Don’t you Xhaldar me! I’m trying to protect YOUR mother’s kingdom from a dang MIMIC!” Xhaldar began to grab gems, chests, any object she thought it could be hiding in. Alwen hid her expression well under her mask.
After a good hour of searching, Alwen shook her head in miserable defeat. “It’s probably already influenced a dragon...”
Xhaldar whipped around, running out of the horde. Alwen followed close behind, her footprints disappearing within seconds of lifting her limbs off the ground. Whatever Alwen had said to her didn’t register, if she was cast out from this kingdom because she failed, it wouldn’t be too bad, but she still wouldn’t like for it to happen. She skidded to a halt, her wings flaring open when she saw something move.

Continue...?
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> y’know, I’m super late but who cares [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=35838380] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/358384/35838380_350.png[/img] [/url] Fen; The Clan leader, of course she’d be here to try to fix it up. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=36603967] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/366040/36603967_350.png[/img] [/url] Swade; Head mage, most versed in darker magics compared to Appolis, who’s more a healer. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=36368986] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/363690/36368986_350.png[/img] [/url] Fenris; The infected’s best friend; [s]technically the leader of a best friend trio b u t[/s] And who can forget our giggling nightmare Nocturne, Silver; [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=35912696] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/359127/35912696_350.png[/img] [/url] Usually the leader of coliseum expeditions, the infectious Minic was passed on by his Pilco, who found a strange chest while wandering around.
> y’know, I’m super late but who cares


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Fen; The Clan leader, of course she’d be here to try to fix it up.


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Swade; Head mage, most versed in darker magics compared to Appolis, who’s more a healer.


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Fenris; The infected’s best friend; technically the leader of a best friend trio b u t

And who can forget our giggling nightmare Nocturne, Silver;

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Usually the leader of coliseum expeditions, the infectious Minic was passed on by his Pilco, who found a strange chest while wandering around.

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