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Nightsky

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the potionsmaster, Felice's mate

Energy: 50/50

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Length

6.18 m

Wingspan

6.37 m

Weight

522.04 kg

Genetics

Eggplant
Python

Antique
Shimmer

Indigo
Smoke

Hatchday

Sep 25, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

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Arcane
Common

Level 1 Mirror

EXP: 0 / 245

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Biography

"Give me back my legs, Lumiere!"

~
Nightsky, Part 1, Interlude
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~

Continued from April Part 2

“Give me another!” Nightsky shrilled.

“We've been at this for hours,” Felice rasped, “and it's not working.”

“Just one more!”

“Fine,” Felice said, tossing him another scroll.

Night caught it with slippery claws and read the words aloud. The scroll disappeared in a puff of smoke, which enveloped him. When the cloud cleared, he cast a desperate look to Felice again.

“Well?”

“Now you're a mer-Snapper.”

Night glanced back at his new short wings, stocky body...and maren tail.

ARRRRRRRRGH. Why did Lumiere have to do this to him? All Night had wanted was that wizard's Fear so he could use it and dozens of others to free Felice from her nightmarish skeletal curse. But instead, that blasted blue snake cursed Night to wear his own Fear: the scales of a maren.

Not to mention he was also utterly terrified of the Sea itself and anything to do with it.

Before he could say anything, Felice tossed him another scroll with her bony claws. It almost slipped from Night's grasp, and he read aloud again, another cloud of smoke surrounding him. When it vanished, he was back to being a mer-Mirror.

“If these scrolls don't work on my curse,” Felice started, “they're not going to fix yours.”

“I had to try,” Night grumbled over the creaking and shifting of their rickety shack.

“I can help with that,” said the blue Imperial head now sticking up and out through the floorboards, making Felice and Nightsky hop back in surprise.

“What are you doing back here?!” shrieked Night. “Haven't you tortured me enough? What do you want now?”

“How long have you two been living in this dump?”

Lumiere's question caught them off guard, but Night narrowed his four pink eyes with suspicion. “Why do you want to know?” the Mirror asked. Why was the Imperial changing the subject?

“Just tell me,” Lumiere sighed, rising out of the floor and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Not long after you vanished, Lord Arawn lost his mind after what happened to Ruby, and wanted nothing to do with anydrake else, so he banished us and everydrake else from the kingdom. And Felice and I have been in this dump for about eighty years now. What were you doing this whole time then?” he pressed, narrowing his eyes.

The Imperial grinned once more. “Luckily for the two of you, I've been working on a spell that can remove Felice's curse.”

“Really?” the skeletal she-drake asked, stepping forward.

“Felice!” Night hissed. “What are you doing? We can't trust him!”

“Face it,” Lumiere said to Night, “I'm the only one who can help the both of you. I will remove Felice's curse and return your legs, if you are able to find beauty in the Sea.”

“No strings attached?” Night growled, his gills flaring.

“Nightsky,” Lumiere started, looking down at him with mock-dismay, “if I truly meant either of you any harm,” he paused for a moment, grin stretching, “I would have done so already.”

Night shivered under the Imperial's smile. He wanted to ask why Lumiere seemed so eager to help them, when he looked over to Felice.

Cursed Felice

She was nothing but bone and rags, and has been for the last eighty years now. It was Lord Arawn himself, in his grief of losing Ruby, that the dark Spiral set the curse on Felice when she and Nightsky had only offered to help him, making the beautiful Tundra a thing of horror.

Felice turned her masked face in his direction and his heart broke. She had hidden herself so that Night wouldn't have to see her eyeless skull and bony features, but he wasn't afraid of how she looked. He could never be afraid of her or disgusted by her.

But others were.

He looked up at Lumiere again, and the Imperial still smiled at him, this time holding out one paw down to the Mirror. Night released a deep sigh and he shook the blue dragon's paw with one of his own webbed ones.

“Deal,” the Mirror murmured.

“See you soon,” Lumiere said, withdrawing his paw.

Before Night could ask, Lumiere, Felice, and the creaking shack disappeared, leaving him splashing into the dark water before he had the chance to flap his wings.

His heart thundered in panic as he struggled to surface, and when he did, both wings splashed and flailed about, but he couldn't get lift out of the Sea. He stopped thrashing for a moment until he lay still at the surface, wings spread wide to keep himself afloat.

When he realized nothing was happening, he slowly opened his eyes and glanced around.

The Sea was calm, the waves barely moved. When he flicked his tail through the water, the sensation was a relief against his new scales.

Blasted Lumiere!

What exactly did he want Night to do? Find beauty in the Sea...Did Lumiere want him to find some sort of treasure or relic? Remembering his gills, Night stuck his head under the water and they began their work. He seethed again when he found it felt pleasant.

Well, whatever it was Lumiere wanted him to find, he'd better get going. Swimming.

For Felice.

And for his own legs.

Night dove into the deep, dark Sea, his tail flicking clumsily until he gradually grew used to swimming with it. His cloaks were now causing drag, slowing him down, so he stripped them off and stuffed them and his hat inside his enchanted satchel. He was glad he'd decided to make it waterproof, and it also dried anything he placed inside.

He swam on, tucking his wings to his sides. He shied at a passing turtle and a small group of colourful fish. His heart started thumping wildly again.

What if he was spotted by any maren? He didn't see any as he glanced around swiftly. But they could strike at any moment! his mind raced.

But wait, what was that in the distance?

Night squinted as he peered through the dark water. What he saw didn't appear maren-shaped, nor did it seem to move. Was this where he was supposed to go? Was the treasure—or whatever Lumiere wanted him to seek—just ahead? He swam as fast as his awkward tail could propel him. The closer he got, the more shapes he could see darting about. But no maren.

It was a reef.

Fish of every colour swam around the corals and through anemones. Seahorses swayed with the seaweed and jellyfish pulsed by. By now Night had forgotten all about any sort of treasure as he swam slowly over the reef, watching the little creatures flash and shine their lights.

He suddenly froze when something streamlined and big swam towards him, and with panic he recognized its black-and-white patterning.

SPINEY WHALE!

But he couldn't swim away fast enough, and it was already upon him—

But it didn't eat him. It didn't even attack.

But they play with their food before eating it! his mind raced.

As it swam close, it peered at him curiously with almost draconian eyes. It clicked and whistled softly as it swam around him slowly, as if studying Night's strangeness. Nightsky, too, studied the beast. He and many dragons had heard of these mighty creatures travelling in groups, but this one seemed to be alone. Where was its family?

Why do I care? They're nothing but ferocious...

And, like, many dragons, Night had heard the terrible tales of these fierce hunters viciously take down their prey without mercy. But no killer lurked behind these eyes. It whistled again, swimming closer, slower, its gentle eyes never leaving Night's. He slowly reached out with one shaking webbed paw, and brushed its smooth, rubbery skin. Night didn't know how long he'd held his paw against the whale's hide, but when it started to swim away, he felt his heart sink as it disappeared into the darkness.

Just as a realization struck him like a falling star, bubbles began swirling around him until he no longer saw the rainbow reef and beautiful life that lived within. When the bubbles popped, Night expected to be back in his crumbling shack with Felice, but instead that infernal Imperial grinned down at him on the beach.

“So?” Lumiere asked him.

“I could've been eaten,” Night said, glowering.

“But you weren't,” the big blue dragon pointed out. “I was keeping an eye on you the whole time.”

Nightsky didn't answer at first. When he did, he said, “I suppose the Sea isn't all bad...”

“And, as promised,” Lumiere said, pointing one claw down to him.

Night's gaze followed his gesture, and looking back, the Mirror saw his own two legs, his own tail, and no webbed paws. But his heart lurched when he noticed something was missing.

“Where's Felice?” he asked, his voice rising.

Lumiere gestured again, this time off to the distance, and in the early glow of dawn, Night followed his gaze, seeing the huge stone castle resting by the shore, lights in the windows sparkling.

“Waiting for you,” Lumiere answered, “in your new home.”

Continued in Felice Part 1

~
Nightsky, Part 2, Volume III
???
~

Continued from Silver Part 3

Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the curtains the next morning, waking the sleeping dragon. Felice's eyes fluttered as she woke, yawning as she rolled over to see Nightsky beside her.

But he wasn't here.

Puzzled, she sighed and rose from her bed, pulling open the curtains to let more sun in. The Tundra threw on her silks and headed out into the hall to look for Night. Once she found him, the Mirror was frantically pacing his study, muttering to himself.

“Night,” she started, “is something wrong?”

The dark Mirror swung open every cabinet and drawer, shuffling vials and bottles around as they clinked together. “I'm sure I made a dozen of my maren potions. Didn't I make a dozen maren potions?”

“Did you?”

“And now half of them are—”

Night suddenly stopped as movement outside the window caught his attention. He spied three dragons out on the beach and he narrowed all four of his eyes. Redtide, Rockpools and April were flopping out of the water...

...

The three dragons dragged themselves out of the Sea. Red, Rocky and April scrambled onto shore, turning to face the water wide-eyed.

“That. Was. AWESOME!” April screeched.

“It's awesome to almost get eaten?” Rocky scoffed as Red moved to stand between him and the Sea.

“You don't know that,” April shot, rolling her eyes.

“That thing charged us.”

“Maybe it was friendly-charging!”

“You don't know that,” Red rumbled, arching one brow.

“Morning...”

Another voice startled them, making them freeze. Turning around, they faced Nightsky. The older Mirror bore a smile they didn't like.

“A moment, please...” Night said with a toothy grin.

The trio exchanged looks. They didn't like this at all.

...

Back in Night's potions room, he circled the three dragons. They didn't dare move as Night locked his four pink eyes on their own, though April shot him a glare.

Rocky was the first to speak, cracking a crooked smile. “So...I guess you know, eh?”

“Let's see now,” Night started, his own grin twitching, “six of my maren potions are missing and I see you three flopping about out of the water. It wasn't exactly hard to figure out.”

“Wait,” April began, her brows furrowing in confusion, “six?”

“We only took three,” Rocky insisted. “One for each of us.”

Night stopped circling and now stood before them, flexing his wings. “And what would your mentor think of all this?” he challenged. “I doubt that Dewlap would take kindly to learn that his students stole from me, and lied about how many they took.”

“And I bet that Lumiere wouldn't mind turning you back into a maren again!” April shot.

Night only tutted. “You can't use him against me this time, my dear. I thought we were on more friendlier terms than that now.”

Rocky and Red looked confused, and they both turned to April. “What's that supposed to mean?” Rocky wondered.

April rolled her eyes and muttered, “It's a long story...”

Suddenly, there was rapping at the door, and all four dragons turned to see who it was. Felice had returned, and with her, pale face creased in an exhausted scowl, was Dewlap.

“Hope I'm not interrupting,” the old Nocturne greeted them, stepping inside as his cane tapped on the floor. He spied the three younger dragons and they dipped their heads as he approached. “Anything to say?”

“We're sorry,” Red, Rocky and April murmured in unison.

Night was bewildered. “That's all?” he asked, jaw agape.

“Of course, they'll still help you replace your potions,” Dewlap reassured him.

Rocky was the first to protest. “But Dewlap—”

“I don't want to hear it,” he stopped him. “You're all going to assist Night in replacing the potions you took. And your lessons will be cancelled today.”

“We only took three, not six!” April objected.

“We swear,” Rocky agreed.

Dewlap paused the study them, locking his gaze onto each of their own.

“You're not thinking of letting them off the hook now, are you?” Night pondered.

“Did you check if they had the other three vials?” the Nocturne asked him.

“Well I—no, actually.”

Dewlap said nothing more, cocking one brow. Lifting his cane and tapping it to the floor once, a wave of green light brightened the room. As all of them watched, a small dark figure was seen entering and fluttering up to the cabinets. Something black oozed from her claws as she pressed her palms to the glass, and the ooze grasped three of the same vials before passing through the glass again, leaving nothing shattered. Once the figure made her retreat, the scene vanished.

“That was Horatia, wasn't it?” Rocky wondered.

“What would she want with them?” April puzzled.

“Doesn't matter,” Dewlap answered simply. “She could be long gone by now. And you're still helping Night,” he finished, heading back out of the room.

Night turned back to them, smiling again. “Well...shall we get started?”

...

The hours yawned by. Red had great difficulty mixing his ingredients and gripping the small vial with his passive paws. Rocky thought his eyes were beginning to cross from staring and focusing to intensely. April's vials either slipped out of her grasp or the glass shattered until she was forced to keep trying again. When they were finally done, three vials filled with their brews bubbled before they were corked and placed with the rest.

“Congratulations,” Night told them, heaving a sigh. “You've managed to reproduce three of six maren potions in the last...” he turned to check the time, and grimaced, “eight hours.”

April groaned and sank to the floor in defeat. “We're not going to have our lessons with Dewlap tomorrow either are we...”

“That's up to him. But despite how agonizingly long your potions took, you still finished your first three, and I think you've deserved the rest of the day off.”

The trio trudged out of the potions room, drained, and Night locked up for the day. Felice was waiting out in the hall for him, and she walked up to nuzzle him.

“You all must be hungry,” she said. “Jammy and Velvet say dinner's almost ready.”

He nuzzled her in return and heaved another sigh. “That sounds wonderful right now.”

...

Churnscar Wharf...

Captain Octavius paced the deck of the Crimson Gull as night began to fall, the sun starting to sink in the Sea. He retrieved his watch from one pocket to check the time, and resumed pacing, his suckered feet popping with each step. Clover waited with him, watching the orange dragon grow more agitated.

“Whelk and Tellin should be back soon,” she tried reassuring him, though her own worry began to gnaw at her.

“They should've been back before sunset,” the captain muttered. “What are they d...”

But before he could finish, he saw movement beyond the docks. Two Spirals—Whelk and Tellin, he could now see—were finally making their way back to the ship from the beach. As they drew closer, Octavius and Clover could also see them both carrying something...

...or somedrake.

Once Whelk and Tellin reached the dock, Octavius and Clover stared as both Spirals heaved another, pink Spiral towards the ship. Whoever it was, they appeared to be unconscious, and one of their wings with bloodied and looked to have deep bite marks.

Octavius sailed down to them. “What happened?” he barked.

“Found 'im like this, Cap'n,” Whelk started.

“Well, already hurt, that is,” Tellin added. “He fell unconscious when we approached.”

“We don't know who did this, but he needs help.”

Octavius eyed the injured dragon. The strange pink Spiral's tail and claws twitched once, then fell still again. His breathing seemed normal and quick.

“We'll take him to Aura then,” the captain decided. “Let's just hope he won't be as much of a clawful for her like the last one...”

Continued in Lapis Part 1

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