Newt
(#32244120)
the mute, his fire belly flares up in pain
Squeaker
Mammertee
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Spiral
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.91 m
Wingspan
2.79 m
Weight
96.68 kg
Genetics
Charcoal
Tiger
Tiger
Radioactive
Shimmer
Shimmer
Fire
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
{Big smiling}
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Newt, Part 1, Volume II
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pixel icon by aludesh (441646)
Newt, Part 1, Volume II
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pixel icon by aludesh (441646)
Weak rays of sunlight reached through the curtains, trying to claw its way into the room. A young Spiral who’d been sleeping suddenly shot his pale eyes open.
Another new day! Newt flew from underneath the covers and darted to his wooden dresser, opening the drawers and pulling out a green tunic and vest, slipping them over his head and putting on his green breeches. When he spun to his mirror, he placed both grey paws to his sides and puffed out his skinny chest. Today was going to be better. It had to be.
He raced out of his room and into the hall, only to whirl back around just as quickly. When he came back out again, satchel in his paws, he strapped it to his waist and spun down the hall.
He was soon upon Rocky’s room and he rapped on the door six times. Newt could barely keep still, his striped body shivered and his shining wings fluttered. When the door finally clicked and creaked open, he greeted the grey Mirror with a wide, toothy smile.
“Okay, we’re coming,” Rockpools yawned, smiling back. “Keep your scales on,” he added, noticing Newt’s jittering form. “Red and April should be ready soon.”
“WHAT in the THOUSAND CURRENTS should I WEAR?!” sounded a shrill reply.
“How about the same things you always wear?” Rocky suggested, looking back at the golden Mirror behind him.
“BUT—fine.”
When Aprilfish and Redtide finally emerged, Newt could no longer contain his excitement. He sprang into the air and twisted his lean body over their heads as he looked down to them. He gestured out with one paw before taking off.
“Well,” Rocky began, “let’s not keep him—”
Newt suddenly flew back to them almost instantly, his large silvery eyes wide while he stared at the three dragons expectantly, pricking his ears forward.
“—waiting,” Rocky finished, smiling crookedly.
Another new day! Newt flew from underneath the covers and darted to his wooden dresser, opening the drawers and pulling out a green tunic and vest, slipping them over his head and putting on his green breeches. When he spun to his mirror, he placed both grey paws to his sides and puffed out his skinny chest. Today was going to be better. It had to be.
He raced out of his room and into the hall, only to whirl back around just as quickly. When he came back out again, satchel in his paws, he strapped it to his waist and spun down the hall.
He was soon upon Rocky’s room and he rapped on the door six times. Newt could barely keep still, his striped body shivered and his shining wings fluttered. When the door finally clicked and creaked open, he greeted the grey Mirror with a wide, toothy smile.
“Okay, we’re coming,” Rockpools yawned, smiling back. “Keep your scales on,” he added, noticing Newt’s jittering form. “Red and April should be ready soon.”
“WHAT in the THOUSAND CURRENTS should I WEAR?!” sounded a shrill reply.
“How about the same things you always wear?” Rocky suggested, looking back at the golden Mirror behind him.
“BUT—fine.”
When Aprilfish and Redtide finally emerged, Newt could no longer contain his excitement. He sprang into the air and twisted his lean body over their heads as he looked down to them. He gestured out with one paw before taking off.
“Well,” Rocky began, “let’s not keep him—”
Newt suddenly flew back to them almost instantly, his large silvery eyes wide while he stared at the three dragons expectantly, pricking his ears forward.
“—waiting,” Rocky finished, smiling crookedly.
...
The four companions breathed the Sea air deeply as they strolled along the sandy shores a ways from the stone castle. Newt bore the biggest smile of them all while he paced beside them. He watched the lapping waves, tread carefully around tiny fish in the water, and dipped one paw down to the sand so a little crab could scuttle onto his palm. His jaws stretched wide as he laughed soundlessly.
“Their legs tickle, don’t they?” asked April as she stepped up beside him.
Newt faced her and nodded his dark head wildly, spreading his smile. He let the crab waddle off and Rocky was coming over. The Spiral suddenly whipped around and reached for his satchel and searched its contents, and pulled out a small book and pen.
“Whatcha got there, bud?” Rocky asked.
Newt would glance up from the wad of paper and back down again several times, his paw scribbling away. When he was finished, he flipped the book around so the others could have a look, and they squinted their blue eyes down to the page. A doodled sketch of three figures rest on the page before them.
“Oh! It’s us, right?” April wondered.
Newt nodded and returned a smile.
Rocky studied the page more closely. “But y’know, it’s missing something.” When he looked back over to Red and April, who cast him confused glances, he cleared his throat noisily.
“Oh. Yes, I think it is...” Red murmured.
“It is?” April hissed in a whisper.
“Of course,” Rocky responded, rolling his four eyes.
Newt’s smile began to droop and his shoulders started to slump.
“You’re not in this picture,” Rocky said, tilting his head back to Newt.
Newt straightened in surprise and pricked his ears forward, flipping the book back around and looked over it once more. Smiling again, he ripped the page out and handed it over to the Mirror.
“You want us to have it?”
Newt nodded.
Rocky sent him another grin. “Thanks pal,” he said. “But maybe you can keep it safe for us for now, since I don’t have anywhere to put it.”
They spent the rest of the morning out on the beach that day. Newt followed the others out to the barnacle-clad rocks and watched the gulls fight over fish trapped in the pools. He wandered from their sides to one pool and swiftly dipped both paws into the cool water, pulling out a single fish. He gripped its slippery flesh by digging in his claws, but careful to not draw any blood. It struggled in his paws, and Newt strode over to a small group of gulls. The birds shied away at his approach, but when the Spiral plopped the fish down onto the sand, he stepped back to watch the feeding frenzy and cast a proud smile over his shoulder to the other dragons. He didn’t seem bothered by their shocked expressions.
“Well, um,” Rocky hesitated, “I guess now the birds won’t starve.”
Among the rocks, they found some wide sandy spaces and looked around. Finding what they were searching for, they each pressed one paw down in the sand next to objects that barely stuck out. Jets of water streamed out and struck their faces, and the objects sank beneath the sand. Newt was the most fascinated, as April explained that they were a kind of clam, spraying water from their siphons whenever something same too close.
Once they had sprayed out every clam they could find, Rocky and April chased each other around in figure-eights, their paws sinking deep in the sand and their sides heaving as they panted. Red was keeping an eye on them as well as casting a few glances over to Newt, who was occupying himself by building a miniature version of the castle out of the sand and pebbles.
When the large Guardian noticed water begin to fill in the moat, he softly bellowed, “We’d better head back, now.”
He was answered with devastated looks from the others, but Rocky was the first to recover. “Ah don’t worry,” he told them. “We can come back any day, remember?”
Newt returned a small smile. With some reluctance, he followed the others on their way back. The tide behind them crawled in sluggishly after them as it swallowed up the sand.
The four companions breathed the Sea air deeply as they strolled along the sandy shores a ways from the stone castle. Newt bore the biggest smile of them all while he paced beside them. He watched the lapping waves, tread carefully around tiny fish in the water, and dipped one paw down to the sand so a little crab could scuttle onto his palm. His jaws stretched wide as he laughed soundlessly.
“Their legs tickle, don’t they?” asked April as she stepped up beside him.
Newt faced her and nodded his dark head wildly, spreading his smile. He let the crab waddle off and Rocky was coming over. The Spiral suddenly whipped around and reached for his satchel and searched its contents, and pulled out a small book and pen.
“Whatcha got there, bud?” Rocky asked.
Newt would glance up from the wad of paper and back down again several times, his paw scribbling away. When he was finished, he flipped the book around so the others could have a look, and they squinted their blue eyes down to the page. A doodled sketch of three figures rest on the page before them.
“Oh! It’s us, right?” April wondered.
Newt nodded and returned a smile.
Rocky studied the page more closely. “But y’know, it’s missing something.” When he looked back over to Red and April, who cast him confused glances, he cleared his throat noisily.
“Oh. Yes, I think it is...” Red murmured.
“It is?” April hissed in a whisper.
“Of course,” Rocky responded, rolling his four eyes.
Newt’s smile began to droop and his shoulders started to slump.
“You’re not in this picture,” Rocky said, tilting his head back to Newt.
Newt straightened in surprise and pricked his ears forward, flipping the book back around and looked over it once more. Smiling again, he ripped the page out and handed it over to the Mirror.
“You want us to have it?”
Newt nodded.
Rocky sent him another grin. “Thanks pal,” he said. “But maybe you can keep it safe for us for now, since I don’t have anywhere to put it.”
They spent the rest of the morning out on the beach that day. Newt followed the others out to the barnacle-clad rocks and watched the gulls fight over fish trapped in the pools. He wandered from their sides to one pool and swiftly dipped both paws into the cool water, pulling out a single fish. He gripped its slippery flesh by digging in his claws, but careful to not draw any blood. It struggled in his paws, and Newt strode over to a small group of gulls. The birds shied away at his approach, but when the Spiral plopped the fish down onto the sand, he stepped back to watch the feeding frenzy and cast a proud smile over his shoulder to the other dragons. He didn’t seem bothered by their shocked expressions.
“Well, um,” Rocky hesitated, “I guess now the birds won’t starve.”
Among the rocks, they found some wide sandy spaces and looked around. Finding what they were searching for, they each pressed one paw down in the sand next to objects that barely stuck out. Jets of water streamed out and struck their faces, and the objects sank beneath the sand. Newt was the most fascinated, as April explained that they were a kind of clam, spraying water from their siphons whenever something same too close.
Once they had sprayed out every clam they could find, Rocky and April chased each other around in figure-eights, their paws sinking deep in the sand and their sides heaving as they panted. Red was keeping an eye on them as well as casting a few glances over to Newt, who was occupying himself by building a miniature version of the castle out of the sand and pebbles.
When the large Guardian noticed water begin to fill in the moat, he softly bellowed, “We’d better head back, now.”
He was answered with devastated looks from the others, but Rocky was the first to recover. “Ah don’t worry,” he told them. “We can come back any day, remember?”
Newt returned a small smile. With some reluctance, he followed the others on their way back. The tide behind them crawled in sluggishly after them as it swallowed up the sand.
...
Back inside the castle walls, Newt had parted ways from the other three dragons. Trudging down the hall, he already missed being out on the beach, but soon realized with growing excitement that there was more he’d planned for today.
Of course! How could he almost forget about Lua and Ada’s dance practice this afternoon?
The Pearlcatcher twins had invited him as well as other dragons who wouldn’t be too busy to watch their performance. It was nearly about to begin, and Newt followed close behind other dragons filing into the theatre, and he found an empty seat next to a white Pearlcatcher with brilliant blue markings. Everydrake now focused their full attention to the brightly lit stage ahead, and silenced their chatter when the stars appeared.
Lua wore a royal blue gown and his horned face had been painted blue, as well, while his sister, Ada, donned scarlet. Flaring their wings, they showed off the fans that were tied to them, revealing the detailed artwork. Neither spoke a single word as all eyes rested on them, and they both rose to stand on their hind legs as Lua took Ada’s paws in his own to start off the dance.
Newt marvelled as he watched the twins spin and dip around the stage. At times it was difficult for him to follow their footwork and he was distracted by more fan flaring. When his eyes turned to theirs, he saw that they never broke their gazes as they twirled and leaped.
“Weren’t they just wonderful?” the Pearlcatcher beside him asked as Lua hoisted Ada up and held her high above him.
Newt smiled and nodded to Aura, and he clapped his paws together with the other dragons in the audience as Ada posed above Lua, signalling their end.
Back inside the castle walls, Newt had parted ways from the other three dragons. Trudging down the hall, he already missed being out on the beach, but soon realized with growing excitement that there was more he’d planned for today.
Of course! How could he almost forget about Lua and Ada’s dance practice this afternoon?
The Pearlcatcher twins had invited him as well as other dragons who wouldn’t be too busy to watch their performance. It was nearly about to begin, and Newt followed close behind other dragons filing into the theatre, and he found an empty seat next to a white Pearlcatcher with brilliant blue markings. Everydrake now focused their full attention to the brightly lit stage ahead, and silenced their chatter when the stars appeared.
Lua wore a royal blue gown and his horned face had been painted blue, as well, while his sister, Ada, donned scarlet. Flaring their wings, they showed off the fans that were tied to them, revealing the detailed artwork. Neither spoke a single word as all eyes rested on them, and they both rose to stand on their hind legs as Lua took Ada’s paws in his own to start off the dance.
Newt marvelled as he watched the twins spin and dip around the stage. At times it was difficult for him to follow their footwork and he was distracted by more fan flaring. When his eyes turned to theirs, he saw that they never broke their gazes as they twirled and leaped.
“Weren’t they just wonderful?” the Pearlcatcher beside him asked as Lua hoisted Ada up and held her high above him.
Newt smiled and nodded to Aura, and he clapped his paws together with the other dragons in the audience as Ada posed above Lua, signalling their end.
...
The young Spiral had now found his way to the library. Newt wandered among the many shelves heavy with books until he stopped to slide a single one from its place. He stretched his shimmering wings before tucking them back at his sides, and he lay on his belly on the wooden floorboards and flipped to the first pages.
He paused in his reading when he thought he noticed something yellow and large in the corner of his eye, but when he turned to look, there was nothing there. He looked back down and resumed his reading.
Newt barely heard the floorboards creak, and he saw another yellow shape out of the corner of the other eye, but he didn’t glance over this time. Smiling to himself, he turned the next page slowly and carefully.
More quiet creaking sounded behind him. He craned his neck to look behind him, and Newt’s grin spread at the sight of Alga looking down at him.
“I’m just checking up on you, that’s all,” the vibrant she-drake said as she returned a gentle smile, but even after Newt had gone back to the book, Alga remained standing where she was. “Do you need any help with anything?”
Newt shook his head and didn't look up.
“Okay,” Alga said, her voice starting to tense and she hoped he wouldn’t notice. “Just know that I’m here if you do,” she added, her smile turning crooked.
Newt still didn’t look back but he nodded again.
“I’ll just be...over there...that is, if you need anything.” The Guardian began to slowly back away, keeping both blue eyes on him as she did.
Alga had allowed Newt—and anydrake else, really—into her library to read and look over as many books as they wished, so long as they took excellent care of them. The only exception seemed to be that if either Aerico or Astraeus were in the library, then the other couldn’t be.
“You know,” a deeper voice sounded beside him, “I’ve always found that re-enacting the book was so much better than reading the book, don’t you agree?” it asked softly.
Newt turned to look to the dragon who’d spoken. The blue head of an Imperial was grinning down to him.
“Whaddya say, pal?” Lumiere asked him, his voice growing in excitement and he ruffled each of his four wings.
Newt jerked towards him but then became still when he spotted Alga from across the room. The bright she-drake wasn’t looking their way now as her back faced them, and she was rearranging some books with a slight scowl on her yellow face. Newt looked back up at Lumiere and the young Spiral cocked a single dark brow.
Lumiere feigned a pout. “You’re not accusing me of giving Alga a little distraction, are you?”
Newt tilted his head after glancing back to where Alga now stood, and Lumiere noticed. “Oh she won’t mind, as long as we’re careful, right? Isn’t that what she said?” he asked, the corners of his mouth curling up.
Newt’s silvery eyes began to widen and his own smile spread steadily.
Alga’s brows were furrowed as she moved books over to their rightful places and removed the ones that didn’t belong. She’d organized this shelf earlier, hadn’t she? She muttered to herself, sliding more books into empty slots.
“CHAAAAAARRRGE!”
The shout nearly made her leap out of her own scales as a large blue figure sailed overhead, riding on an oversized glowing...book? Alga’s deep blue eyes widened in horror at what she was now witnessing.
Lumiere roared in laughter and Newt sat beside him, the Spiral’s pale eyes shining and his dark grin stretching. Newt was donned in armour and Lumiere’s face had been painted green while his white mane and beard had turned black.
“There’s our target, laddie!” Lumiere bellowed in a thick and heavy accent. He pointed one claw to what seemed to be a large castle built entirely out of more books. “Readmore Fortress will soon be ours!”
At the opposite end of the spacious library, glowing books were stacked high, almost reaching the ceiling. On the very top, sheets of paper twirled around before forming into snake-like creatures. In their folded hands they held paper swords or bows ready to fire arrows.
Lumiere’s yellow eyes narrowed while his grin stretched wider. He shot one paw forward and a yellow spark darted to the papery beasts, and a few vanished from sight as they were struck. As each one disappeared, a flat and uncrinkled piece of paper would show up on the wooden table near where Alga stood. Beside him, Newt was all smiles as he held his own paper weapon.
“Ready, m’boy?” Lumiere asked, returning a devilish grin. He picked the little dragon up as they glided closer, and he tossed Newt gently onto the tower’s roof. The Spiral swung his sword all around, striking the serpentine fiends as he ducked and dodged their attacks. Each foe disappeared as they were hit, and more sheets reappeared on the table’s surface.
Newt paused when a larger enemy materialized right before him, its tail rattling as it drew its own papery sword from a sheath. Both raised their weapons, and—
“WHAT are you DOING?” Alga shrieked.
—Newt’s target already vanished before he could strike it down himself. He startled at Alga’s bewildered and furious expression, and he only smiled back sheepishly, hiding his sword behind his back.
Alga turned a hard glare to Lumiere. “What have I told you about being in here?” he hissed.
“Oh there’s nothing to fret over,” Lumiere said, smiling back. The book he was riding began to drift to the floor and it shrank the closer it got and floating over into Alga’s paw. The blue Imperial snapped his claws and the books that had formed the fortress went zooming around the room before going back to the shelves into their proper spaces, and Newt darted to stand between both dragons. “See?” Lumiere went on. “I think you’ll find not a single letter out of place.”
Alga could only stare at him in furious disbelief. She opened her jaws several times to argue before giving up, sighing as she rubbed her temples.
“Just...warn me next time you do something like this, okay?” she asked quietly, struggling to restrain her anger.
“But then you’d say ‘no’,” Lumiere said, feigning a pout.
“Exactly.”
Lumiere stared after her as the yellow she-drake stormed away, gathering the pages from the table into her paws. He glanced down to Newt, who was looking back up at him with his own real pout.
“She just doesn’t know how to have fun yet,” the Imperial said, sending Newt a small smile.
Newt turned his head back to where Alga had stomped off to. He knew it was more than that. He’d heard of the story of Rocky being forced into killing another when he was younger than himself, and Alga must have been devastated in discovering that her elder siblings were responsible. Lumiere had told him how close she’d been to Coral and Mudflat when they were young, but ever since Coral had lost her Charge, the sisters had grown apart. Alga had even distanced herself from Red, April, and even Rocky, but Newt could always tell she still cared for them.
His thoughts were interrupted when hard knocks sounded on the library’s open door, and Newt flicked his ears back to listen.
“DINNER!”
The shout made him startle, but composed himself just as quickly. Newt darted over to see who it was, and the armoured and sparkling figure of a Wildclaw covered his jaws with both gloved paws.
“PIIIEEERRCE!” Alga responded with her own shrill cry.
“Sorry,” the Wildclaw meekly apologized, smiling crookedly.
The young Spiral had now found his way to the library. Newt wandered among the many shelves heavy with books until he stopped to slide a single one from its place. He stretched his shimmering wings before tucking them back at his sides, and he lay on his belly on the wooden floorboards and flipped to the first pages.
He paused in his reading when he thought he noticed something yellow and large in the corner of his eye, but when he turned to look, there was nothing there. He looked back down and resumed his reading.
Newt barely heard the floorboards creak, and he saw another yellow shape out of the corner of the other eye, but he didn’t glance over this time. Smiling to himself, he turned the next page slowly and carefully.
More quiet creaking sounded behind him. He craned his neck to look behind him, and Newt’s grin spread at the sight of Alga looking down at him.
“I’m just checking up on you, that’s all,” the vibrant she-drake said as she returned a gentle smile, but even after Newt had gone back to the book, Alga remained standing where she was. “Do you need any help with anything?”
Newt shook his head and didn't look up.
“Okay,” Alga said, her voice starting to tense and she hoped he wouldn’t notice. “Just know that I’m here if you do,” she added, her smile turning crooked.
Newt still didn’t look back but he nodded again.
“I’ll just be...over there...that is, if you need anything.” The Guardian began to slowly back away, keeping both blue eyes on him as she did.
Alga had allowed Newt—and anydrake else, really—into her library to read and look over as many books as they wished, so long as they took excellent care of them. The only exception seemed to be that if either Aerico or Astraeus were in the library, then the other couldn’t be.
“You know,” a deeper voice sounded beside him, “I’ve always found that re-enacting the book was so much better than reading the book, don’t you agree?” it asked softly.
Newt turned to look to the dragon who’d spoken. The blue head of an Imperial was grinning down to him.
“Whaddya say, pal?” Lumiere asked him, his voice growing in excitement and he ruffled each of his four wings.
Newt jerked towards him but then became still when he spotted Alga from across the room. The bright she-drake wasn’t looking their way now as her back faced them, and she was rearranging some books with a slight scowl on her yellow face. Newt looked back up at Lumiere and the young Spiral cocked a single dark brow.
Lumiere feigned a pout. “You’re not accusing me of giving Alga a little distraction, are you?”
Newt tilted his head after glancing back to where Alga now stood, and Lumiere noticed. “Oh she won’t mind, as long as we’re careful, right? Isn’t that what she said?” he asked, the corners of his mouth curling up.
Newt’s silvery eyes began to widen and his own smile spread steadily.
Alga’s brows were furrowed as she moved books over to their rightful places and removed the ones that didn’t belong. She’d organized this shelf earlier, hadn’t she? She muttered to herself, sliding more books into empty slots.
“CHAAAAAARRRGE!”
The shout nearly made her leap out of her own scales as a large blue figure sailed overhead, riding on an oversized glowing...book? Alga’s deep blue eyes widened in horror at what she was now witnessing.
Lumiere roared in laughter and Newt sat beside him, the Spiral’s pale eyes shining and his dark grin stretching. Newt was donned in armour and Lumiere’s face had been painted green while his white mane and beard had turned black.
“There’s our target, laddie!” Lumiere bellowed in a thick and heavy accent. He pointed one claw to what seemed to be a large castle built entirely out of more books. “Readmore Fortress will soon be ours!”
At the opposite end of the spacious library, glowing books were stacked high, almost reaching the ceiling. On the very top, sheets of paper twirled around before forming into snake-like creatures. In their folded hands they held paper swords or bows ready to fire arrows.
Lumiere’s yellow eyes narrowed while his grin stretched wider. He shot one paw forward and a yellow spark darted to the papery beasts, and a few vanished from sight as they were struck. As each one disappeared, a flat and uncrinkled piece of paper would show up on the wooden table near where Alga stood. Beside him, Newt was all smiles as he held his own paper weapon.
“Ready, m’boy?” Lumiere asked, returning a devilish grin. He picked the little dragon up as they glided closer, and he tossed Newt gently onto the tower’s roof. The Spiral swung his sword all around, striking the serpentine fiends as he ducked and dodged their attacks. Each foe disappeared as they were hit, and more sheets reappeared on the table’s surface.
Newt paused when a larger enemy materialized right before him, its tail rattling as it drew its own papery sword from a sheath. Both raised their weapons, and—
“WHAT are you DOING?” Alga shrieked.
—Newt’s target already vanished before he could strike it down himself. He startled at Alga’s bewildered and furious expression, and he only smiled back sheepishly, hiding his sword behind his back.
Alga turned a hard glare to Lumiere. “What have I told you about being in here?” he hissed.
“Oh there’s nothing to fret over,” Lumiere said, smiling back. The book he was riding began to drift to the floor and it shrank the closer it got and floating over into Alga’s paw. The blue Imperial snapped his claws and the books that had formed the fortress went zooming around the room before going back to the shelves into their proper spaces, and Newt darted to stand between both dragons. “See?” Lumiere went on. “I think you’ll find not a single letter out of place.”
Alga could only stare at him in furious disbelief. She opened her jaws several times to argue before giving up, sighing as she rubbed her temples.
“Just...warn me next time you do something like this, okay?” she asked quietly, struggling to restrain her anger.
“But then you’d say ‘no’,” Lumiere said, feigning a pout.
“Exactly.”
Lumiere stared after her as the yellow she-drake stormed away, gathering the pages from the table into her paws. He glanced down to Newt, who was looking back up at him with his own real pout.
“She just doesn’t know how to have fun yet,” the Imperial said, sending Newt a small smile.
Newt turned his head back to where Alga had stomped off to. He knew it was more than that. He’d heard of the story of Rocky being forced into killing another when he was younger than himself, and Alga must have been devastated in discovering that her elder siblings were responsible. Lumiere had told him how close she’d been to Coral and Mudflat when they were young, but ever since Coral had lost her Charge, the sisters had grown apart. Alga had even distanced herself from Red, April, and even Rocky, but Newt could always tell she still cared for them.
His thoughts were interrupted when hard knocks sounded on the library’s open door, and Newt flicked his ears back to listen.
“DINNER!”
The shout made him startle, but composed himself just as quickly. Newt darted over to see who it was, and the armoured and sparkling figure of a Wildclaw covered his jaws with both gloved paws.
“PIIIEEERRCE!” Alga responded with her own shrill cry.
“Sorry,” the Wildclaw meekly apologized, smiling crookedly.
...
That evening, everydrake had gathered in the great dining hall and seated themselves at the long oaken table. Some shovelled their food in their faces as most used the shining silverware. The shine never lasted long.
Most kept quiet as they stuffed themselves, but some were eager to share their day.
“You should’ve seen her face when she saw us fly past,” Lumiere exclaimed. “But she had nothing to worry about. We had everything under control, didn’t we, Newton ol’ pal?”
“And he was very enthralled by Lua and Ada’s dancing,” commented Aura.
“Were you, now?” Lua asked the Spiral, and Newt beamed and nodded. “Thank you, little drake,” Ada said, smiling to him.
“He spent the whole morning with us out on the beach, too,” Rocky joined in.
“Oh yeah! Hey Newt,” April said to him, “show everydrake the drawing you made!”
Of course! Newt dropped his fork to his plate, forgetting it instantly as he reached for the green satchel still strapped to his waist. He suddenly paused, his large eyes widening in fear.
No…no no no! It was happening again!
The grey paw that was so close to opening the bag’s flap began to tremble. A fierce and fiery heat began pulsing along his underside before it grew, turning more intense with each passing second, and he couldn’t stop the single tear that trickled down his cheek.
“Newt?” somedrake asked, but he couldn’t tell who. “What’s wrong?”
Slowly and carefully, though even that was too painful, Newt lifted his head to look up at the blue Imperial beside him, his large silvery eyes pleading helplessly into Lumiere’s yellow.
“Oh dear,” Lumiere began, his eyes gentle as a small smile crept over his face. “It seems that Newt here has merely...misplaced his picture. Why don’t I help you look for it?” he asked the Spiral, and the young dragon nodded frantically. “Back in a spin,” Lumiere said, snapping his claws and sending himself and Newt away in a blinding flash.
Dragons all around the table exchanged worried and curious glances while voicing concern.
“Oh no,” April said, her expression dampening. “He was so proud of that drawing. Where d’you think he could’ve lost it?”
Beside her, Rocky shrugged. “Must’ve slipped out somehow, but I thought his satchel had pretty good buttons and zippers.”
Alyss remained silent as he heard their conversation from across the table. The doctor furrowed his brows and he looked back over to where Newt and Lumiere had been.
That evening, everydrake had gathered in the great dining hall and seated themselves at the long oaken table. Some shovelled their food in their faces as most used the shining silverware. The shine never lasted long.
Most kept quiet as they stuffed themselves, but some were eager to share their day.
“You should’ve seen her face when she saw us fly past,” Lumiere exclaimed. “But she had nothing to worry about. We had everything under control, didn’t we, Newton ol’ pal?”
“And he was very enthralled by Lua and Ada’s dancing,” commented Aura.
“Were you, now?” Lua asked the Spiral, and Newt beamed and nodded. “Thank you, little drake,” Ada said, smiling to him.
“He spent the whole morning with us out on the beach, too,” Rocky joined in.
“Oh yeah! Hey Newt,” April said to him, “show everydrake the drawing you made!”
Of course! Newt dropped his fork to his plate, forgetting it instantly as he reached for the green satchel still strapped to his waist. He suddenly paused, his large eyes widening in fear.
No…no no no! It was happening again!
The grey paw that was so close to opening the bag’s flap began to tremble. A fierce and fiery heat began pulsing along his underside before it grew, turning more intense with each passing second, and he couldn’t stop the single tear that trickled down his cheek.
“Newt?” somedrake asked, but he couldn’t tell who. “What’s wrong?”
Slowly and carefully, though even that was too painful, Newt lifted his head to look up at the blue Imperial beside him, his large silvery eyes pleading helplessly into Lumiere’s yellow.
“Oh dear,” Lumiere began, his eyes gentle as a small smile crept over his face. “It seems that Newt here has merely...misplaced his picture. Why don’t I help you look for it?” he asked the Spiral, and the young dragon nodded frantically. “Back in a spin,” Lumiere said, snapping his claws and sending himself and Newt away in a blinding flash.
Dragons all around the table exchanged worried and curious glances while voicing concern.
“Oh no,” April said, her expression dampening. “He was so proud of that drawing. Where d’you think he could’ve lost it?”
Beside her, Rocky shrugged. “Must’ve slipped out somehow, but I thought his satchel had pretty good buttons and zippers.”
Alyss remained silent as he heard their conversation from across the table. The doctor furrowed his brows and he looked back over to where Newt and Lumiere had been.
...
Another flash appeared in the dark room, as did two dragons. The large Imperial looked down to the little Spiral that began taking slow steps away from him.
“Oh Newton,” Lumiere began softly, flicking one wrist and lighting a lantern that hung just above the young dragon’s bed across the room. “Again?”
Newt could only nod twice before more tears streamed down his face. When he felt something pick him up, his jaws opened wide in a silent scream.
“I know it hurts,” Lumiere hushed, cradling Newt in his arms. The Imperial drifted over to Newt’s bed that leaned against the far wall and gently lay him down. When Newt looked directly into Lumiere’s eyes forlornly, the blue dragon responded with a deep but quiet voice. “I just want to help,” he said.
Newt sniffled and another tear sprang from one eye, tensing. When he noticed the Imperial raise one glowing paw, Newt widened his pale eyes and his whole body shook.
“I’m sorry, Newt, but you know this is the only thing that helps,” Lumiere confessed, his raised palm beginning to glow a soft yellow. “I need you to be brave.”
Newt’s lower jaw trembled but he nodded.
“Remember the fun you had today?” Lumiere asked, directing a small smile down to him while holding his glowing paw above Newt’s chest.
The Spiral’s jaws snapped open as if he’d sucked in an explosive gasp, though no sound made it out. He shut his large eyes tight and squeezed out more tears as he wailed soundlessly.
“I saw you out on the beach this morning,” Lumiere said, “so full of life and love. Just like on the day I found you.” He paused for a moment while Newt continued to cry silently, the tears of the little dragon soaking the pillow beneath his head. “You were born to love the Sea, weren’t you? I could see it on your face when you were out there with them. And the adventure we had in the library—” Lumiere stopped suddenly when he briefly heard a high-pitched squeak escape the Spiral’s throat, and he slowly withdrew his paw. When Newt sniffled again and took several deep breaths, Lumiere barely whispered, “I think that’s enough for now.”
Newt’s jaw trembled and he covered his eyes with both shaking paws, more tears sliding between his grey claws. The fiery pain that had blazed its way across his underside was now extinguished, but he had no idea why or how it kept happening, only that it caused him misery whenever it felt like it.
“I guess even my magic can’t fix everything, eh?” Lumiere asked quietly.
Newt drew in another breath before exhaling shakily. Though the blue dragon’s power could help make his pain go away, it would always find him again sooner or later. Sometimes it didn’t come for weeks at a time.
“Why don’t we go back down to dinner?” the Imperial suggested, his smile beginning to return. “I’m sure you’d still like to show everydrake your drawing, and I’ll bet they’d love to see it.”
Newt remained motionless for a moment until he shook his head.
“Perhaps in the morning then, when everything’s settled down.” Lumiere turned his attention to the painted shelves beside the bed. Scanning the many various titles of books, he smiled again when he pulled one out. “How about I read to you? Your favourite?” He waved the book back and forth.
Thinking to himself, Newt glanced from the book being held in Lumiere’s paw and back to the shelf. He rose steadily to stand and picked out another, handing it to him.
Lumiere only raised a single white brow as he read its cover aloud. “’Counting Heartbreaks’?” he asked in disbelief. “Oh Newt, you know this one makes you upset. Besides, what was Quill thinking?” he added, chuckling to himself, and stopped when Newt pushed the book closer to him.
Lumiere lifted the book he’d picked out higher. “But you love this one!” he insisted jovially. “The end of each chapter leaves you hanging and wanting more. And the action! Oh! Remember Cog’s reaction when his potion blows up in his—” Lumiere halted when the book Newt held was placed into the Imperial’s empty paw, and when he pleaded with those big, silvery eyes of his, Lumiere had a feeling he wouldn’t be winning this one. Sighing, he allowed a small smile and placed the book he’d picked out back into place. “All right, just for you, and then I’m feeding the fireplace after. Deal?”
Newt returned a smile before getting ready for bed. He wriggled to get underneath the blankets and waited for Lumiere to begin the story.
The Imperial cleared his throat noisily before starting to read aloud. “’He didn’t know what else to do. Crying, he turned tail and bolted, the blood on his claws staining the sand beneath him...’”
Newt could only listen as Lumiere continued. He’d read this story himself before, but now his ears pricked forward to the sound of the blue dragon’s voice. As each part passed, Newt would shed a tear here or there, and quickly wipe them away when he saw Lumiere glance over, or crack a small smile when the Imperial would exaggerate other scenes.
He could hold the cascade back no longer. Newt sniffled and ducked his head under the covers, and Lumiere had gone silent for a moment.
“Why don’t I stop here?” the blue dragon offered softly.
Newt pulled the blanket back to reveal his tear-stained face. He sniffed again but shook his head.
“No?” the Imperial sighed. Reluctantly, he turned back to the book and continued on as Newt wept in silence.
“’And he wasn’t sure, but in the flashing streaks of lightning, he thought he could see a lean draconian shape corkscrewing along with them’,” Lumiere finally finished, snapping the book’s cover closed quietly but swiftly. He looked over to where Newt lay, and he heard no more sniffling or the Spiral’s body shaking. Newt was breathing steadily, and when Lumiere leaned over to see the small dark face, the large eyes had been closed.
So he had cried himself to sleep, Lumiere mused. He sighed softly and rose from his seat. Carefully, he tucked the blankets closer to Newt. Reaching for the shelf again, this time he took the plush brown mammertee from its place and set it underneath the Spiral’s chin. He waved one wrist, and the light above Newt’s bed dimmed before finally going out, darkening the room.
“Sleep tight,” Lumiere wished him quietly, “where your pain cannot find you.” He slowly drifted towards the door and closed it silently with a click behind him on his way out. When he turned around, he forced a smile to the other dragon in sight.
“Evening, Alyss.”
“How is he?” the splotchy Spiral asked, worry creasing his facial scales.
“Poor thing was absolutely crushed when he discovered his drawing had gone missing, but now that we’ve found it, he was just so filled with relief that he fell right to sleep.” Lumiere then stretched his entire serpentine body and four wings, yawning loudly. “And boy, must be late now, eh? Guess we’d better turn in as well.” He started to turn away when Alyss’ voice made him halt.
“Lumiere,” Alyss began, pausing for a moment before continuing quieter, “I know what’s going on.”
“Do you, now?” the Imperial asked, slowly turning back around to face him. “Enlighten me.”
“If he’s in pain, he needs medical attention,” Alyss said, struggling to hide his snarls, “not magic.”
“My magic is what’s helping him.”
“But it’s not enough, is it?” Alyss dared to ask.
“If I recall,” Lumiere said, striding closer to tower above the Spiral, “neither is your medical knowledge, is it? You’ve already tried everything you could, yet you’re not one step closer to curing Newton of his pain.”
“But I’m not giving up on him,” Alyss said, his voice softening. “And I promise, I’ll give him the best care I can while you’re away with Alga.”
Lumiere said nothing for a few moments, his eyes wandering and he was remembering what he’d told Alga earlier that day about taking her out alone the next morning. He thought it was about time he told her the truth about some things, but he’d have to leave Newt in Al’s care. He was aware that the clan’s doctor also spent most of his own time with another sickly Spiral, Pigeon, yet he still managed to research some remedies that might make Newt better, as well as making sure everydrake else was just as happy and healthy and finding whatever time he had to spend with his mate and son.
“I’m sorry he has to go through all of that pain,” Alyss went on, “and I won’t rest until I know he can get better.”
Lumiere turned back to look down to Alyss and he sighed. “Very well,” he finally said. And without another word, both Imperial and Spiral bid each other good night and walked away.
Another flash appeared in the dark room, as did two dragons. The large Imperial looked down to the little Spiral that began taking slow steps away from him.
“Oh Newton,” Lumiere began softly, flicking one wrist and lighting a lantern that hung just above the young dragon’s bed across the room. “Again?”
Newt could only nod twice before more tears streamed down his face. When he felt something pick him up, his jaws opened wide in a silent scream.
“I know it hurts,” Lumiere hushed, cradling Newt in his arms. The Imperial drifted over to Newt’s bed that leaned against the far wall and gently lay him down. When Newt looked directly into Lumiere’s eyes forlornly, the blue dragon responded with a deep but quiet voice. “I just want to help,” he said.
Newt sniffled and another tear sprang from one eye, tensing. When he noticed the Imperial raise one glowing paw, Newt widened his pale eyes and his whole body shook.
“I’m sorry, Newt, but you know this is the only thing that helps,” Lumiere confessed, his raised palm beginning to glow a soft yellow. “I need you to be brave.”
Newt’s lower jaw trembled but he nodded.
“Remember the fun you had today?” Lumiere asked, directing a small smile down to him while holding his glowing paw above Newt’s chest.
The Spiral’s jaws snapped open as if he’d sucked in an explosive gasp, though no sound made it out. He shut his large eyes tight and squeezed out more tears as he wailed soundlessly.
“I saw you out on the beach this morning,” Lumiere said, “so full of life and love. Just like on the day I found you.” He paused for a moment while Newt continued to cry silently, the tears of the little dragon soaking the pillow beneath his head. “You were born to love the Sea, weren’t you? I could see it on your face when you were out there with them. And the adventure we had in the library—” Lumiere stopped suddenly when he briefly heard a high-pitched squeak escape the Spiral’s throat, and he slowly withdrew his paw. When Newt sniffled again and took several deep breaths, Lumiere barely whispered, “I think that’s enough for now.”
Newt’s jaw trembled and he covered his eyes with both shaking paws, more tears sliding between his grey claws. The fiery pain that had blazed its way across his underside was now extinguished, but he had no idea why or how it kept happening, only that it caused him misery whenever it felt like it.
“I guess even my magic can’t fix everything, eh?” Lumiere asked quietly.
Newt drew in another breath before exhaling shakily. Though the blue dragon’s power could help make his pain go away, it would always find him again sooner or later. Sometimes it didn’t come for weeks at a time.
“Why don’t we go back down to dinner?” the Imperial suggested, his smile beginning to return. “I’m sure you’d still like to show everydrake your drawing, and I’ll bet they’d love to see it.”
Newt remained motionless for a moment until he shook his head.
“Perhaps in the morning then, when everything’s settled down.” Lumiere turned his attention to the painted shelves beside the bed. Scanning the many various titles of books, he smiled again when he pulled one out. “How about I read to you? Your favourite?” He waved the book back and forth.
Thinking to himself, Newt glanced from the book being held in Lumiere’s paw and back to the shelf. He rose steadily to stand and picked out another, handing it to him.
Lumiere only raised a single white brow as he read its cover aloud. “’Counting Heartbreaks’?” he asked in disbelief. “Oh Newt, you know this one makes you upset. Besides, what was Quill thinking?” he added, chuckling to himself, and stopped when Newt pushed the book closer to him.
Lumiere lifted the book he’d picked out higher. “But you love this one!” he insisted jovially. “The end of each chapter leaves you hanging and wanting more. And the action! Oh! Remember Cog’s reaction when his potion blows up in his—” Lumiere halted when the book Newt held was placed into the Imperial’s empty paw, and when he pleaded with those big, silvery eyes of his, Lumiere had a feeling he wouldn’t be winning this one. Sighing, he allowed a small smile and placed the book he’d picked out back into place. “All right, just for you, and then I’m feeding the fireplace after. Deal?”
Newt returned a smile before getting ready for bed. He wriggled to get underneath the blankets and waited for Lumiere to begin the story.
The Imperial cleared his throat noisily before starting to read aloud. “’He didn’t know what else to do. Crying, he turned tail and bolted, the blood on his claws staining the sand beneath him...’”
Newt could only listen as Lumiere continued. He’d read this story himself before, but now his ears pricked forward to the sound of the blue dragon’s voice. As each part passed, Newt would shed a tear here or there, and quickly wipe them away when he saw Lumiere glance over, or crack a small smile when the Imperial would exaggerate other scenes.
He could hold the cascade back no longer. Newt sniffled and ducked his head under the covers, and Lumiere had gone silent for a moment.
“Why don’t I stop here?” the blue dragon offered softly.
Newt pulled the blanket back to reveal his tear-stained face. He sniffed again but shook his head.
“No?” the Imperial sighed. Reluctantly, he turned back to the book and continued on as Newt wept in silence.
“’And he wasn’t sure, but in the flashing streaks of lightning, he thought he could see a lean draconian shape corkscrewing along with them’,” Lumiere finally finished, snapping the book’s cover closed quietly but swiftly. He looked over to where Newt lay, and he heard no more sniffling or the Spiral’s body shaking. Newt was breathing steadily, and when Lumiere leaned over to see the small dark face, the large eyes had been closed.
So he had cried himself to sleep, Lumiere mused. He sighed softly and rose from his seat. Carefully, he tucked the blankets closer to Newt. Reaching for the shelf again, this time he took the plush brown mammertee from its place and set it underneath the Spiral’s chin. He waved one wrist, and the light above Newt’s bed dimmed before finally going out, darkening the room.
“Sleep tight,” Lumiere wished him quietly, “where your pain cannot find you.” He slowly drifted towards the door and closed it silently with a click behind him on his way out. When he turned around, he forced a smile to the other dragon in sight.
“Evening, Alyss.”
“How is he?” the splotchy Spiral asked, worry creasing his facial scales.
“Poor thing was absolutely crushed when he discovered his drawing had gone missing, but now that we’ve found it, he was just so filled with relief that he fell right to sleep.” Lumiere then stretched his entire serpentine body and four wings, yawning loudly. “And boy, must be late now, eh? Guess we’d better turn in as well.” He started to turn away when Alyss’ voice made him halt.
“Lumiere,” Alyss began, pausing for a moment before continuing quieter, “I know what’s going on.”
“Do you, now?” the Imperial asked, slowly turning back around to face him. “Enlighten me.”
“If he’s in pain, he needs medical attention,” Alyss said, struggling to hide his snarls, “not magic.”
“My magic is what’s helping him.”
“But it’s not enough, is it?” Alyss dared to ask.
“If I recall,” Lumiere said, striding closer to tower above the Spiral, “neither is your medical knowledge, is it? You’ve already tried everything you could, yet you’re not one step closer to curing Newton of his pain.”
“But I’m not giving up on him,” Alyss said, his voice softening. “And I promise, I’ll give him the best care I can while you’re away with Alga.”
Lumiere said nothing for a few moments, his eyes wandering and he was remembering what he’d told Alga earlier that day about taking her out alone the next morning. He thought it was about time he told her the truth about some things, but he’d have to leave Newt in Al’s care. He was aware that the clan’s doctor also spent most of his own time with another sickly Spiral, Pigeon, yet he still managed to research some remedies that might make Newt better, as well as making sure everydrake else was just as happy and healthy and finding whatever time he had to spend with his mate and son.
“I’m sorry he has to go through all of that pain,” Alyss went on, “and I won’t rest until I know he can get better.”
Lumiere turned back to look down to Alyss and he sighed. “Very well,” he finally said. And without another word, both Imperial and Spiral bid each other good night and walked away.
...
The dragon on the other side of the door leaned against it as he’d been overhearing Lumiere and Alyss talking. Newt had flattened his ears to his head as he'd listened to them argue. He’d wanted whatever help they could provide him, but he also wished they wouldn’t fight like this. When he heard them no more, he slowly stood and trudged back to his bed, sitting on the edge and looking over the plush toy in his paws.
He remembered when he was very young, he’d been given the doll that hid a squeaker inside, and he would imagine it talking back as he would only be able to send it his thoughts. Newt had pretended to have conversations with his favourite toy when there were no dragons his own age to play with, dragons who didn’t know what he’d be trying to say.
Newt gently pressed his clawed thumbs into the doll’s plush tummy, and the mammertee squeaked pitifully to him. His vision began to blur as more tears streamed down his face. Now it was only a reminder that it, too, had at least something to say, while he could not.
He suddenly glared, and threw the doll as hard as he could to the floor, and it squeaked when it made contact. Newt covered his tear-filled eyes with both paws and sniffed, wiping them furiously before whipping his palms away in shock.
What had he done?
Newt darted down, picking the doll back up again. Even if he wasn't a child anymore, he still cherished it dearly. More tears flowed and he hugged it tight to his chest until it squeaked forgivingly. He climbed back under the blankets and tucked the plush doll in his winged arms, and closed his eyes again to wait for sleep to claim him.
“Pained soul...”
His eyes snapped open. Who said that?
“There is a way out...”
Newt sat straight up in his bed, and his heart hammered when he saw something drift around his room and coming closer to him. It appeared to be a large bird’s skull, with black feathers protruding from the back and it wore a dark turban with a single bright green gem and feather in the centre. What made him freeze and then shiver was its wide eyes as they stared back into his own, seeming to swirl as they did.
The dragon on the other side of the door leaned against it as he’d been overhearing Lumiere and Alyss talking. Newt had flattened his ears to his head as he'd listened to them argue. He’d wanted whatever help they could provide him, but he also wished they wouldn’t fight like this. When he heard them no more, he slowly stood and trudged back to his bed, sitting on the edge and looking over the plush toy in his paws.
He remembered when he was very young, he’d been given the doll that hid a squeaker inside, and he would imagine it talking back as he would only be able to send it his thoughts. Newt had pretended to have conversations with his favourite toy when there were no dragons his own age to play with, dragons who didn’t know what he’d be trying to say.
Newt gently pressed his clawed thumbs into the doll’s plush tummy, and the mammertee squeaked pitifully to him. His vision began to blur as more tears streamed down his face. Now it was only a reminder that it, too, had at least something to say, while he could not.
He suddenly glared, and threw the doll as hard as he could to the floor, and it squeaked when it made contact. Newt covered his tear-filled eyes with both paws and sniffed, wiping them furiously before whipping his palms away in shock.
What had he done?
Newt darted down, picking the doll back up again. Even if he wasn't a child anymore, he still cherished it dearly. More tears flowed and he hugged it tight to his chest until it squeaked forgivingly. He climbed back under the blankets and tucked the plush doll in his winged arms, and closed his eyes again to wait for sleep to claim him.
“Pained soul...”
His eyes snapped open. Who said that?
“There is a way out...”
Newt sat straight up in his bed, and his heart hammered when he saw something drift around his room and coming closer to him. It appeared to be a large bird’s skull, with black feathers protruding from the back and it wore a dark turban with a single bright green gem and feather in the centre. What made him freeze and then shiver was its wide eyes as they stared back into his own, seeming to swirl as they did.
shadow serpent
“Let me free you from your pain...”
He suddenly bolted from under the covers and darted to the door, bursting it open and flying out into the hall until he bumped into another dragon.
“Oh!” the other exclaimed in a raspy voice. “Newton, m’boy, what are you doing up at this hour?”
Moonrise! Newt nearly sank to the floor in relief at the sight of the elderly Spiral. He lifted one shaking paw to point in the direction of his room.
“Is something the matter, sonny?” Moon wondered as he adjusted his glasses.
Newt pointed a trembling claw at—
—nothing.
The strange figure was nowhere to be seen and Newt raised a single brow in confusion.
Moon noticed and he rasped, “Did you see something?”
Newt nodded to him and gestured with both grey paws helplessly. He saw something, he knew he did. Unless...unless it was a dream. He remembered closing his eyes, but had he really fallen asleep? He had never had a dream so vivid before, and he didn’t recall waking up when he’d flew out of his room, he was already awake when he did, wasn’t he? And it couldn’t be one of Lumiere’s or another dragon’s tricks, since nodrake would want to scare him like this, would they?
Moonrise squinted and adjusted his glasses again. “I don’t see anything out of the ordinary, here, my boy. Are you sure it wasn’t a dream? I know that you and Lumiere have quite the adventures together. Your imaginations are really something,” he finished, smiling gently.
Newt just didn’t know. But he didn’t want to find out again. He went back to Moon and gripped the old dragon’s body in a tight hug.
Moon wrapped one winged arm around Newt’s shoulder and pulled him close. “How about you spend the night with Phorcys and Calypso? I'm sure they won't mind.” When Newton nodded his head wildly, Moonrise smiled again and began leading him away. “Come, then.”
Newt made sure to stay as close as he could to the elderly drake’s side, and they strode side by side down the hallway. When they reached one of the next rooms, Moon rapped on the door, and both Phorcys and Calypso opened it for them, greeting them both and allowing them entry. Moon explained that Newt was too scared to sleep alone tonight, and the older twins set up a small, temporary bed for Newt with extra blankets and a pillow.
“I think you forgot this,” Moon said, holding out a brown stuffed doll in his paw.
His mammertee! Newt’s eyes widened and sent a big smile up to Moonrise, and he accepted the plush toy with both winged arms, hugging it tight and squeezing one final tear out. Moon gently smiled back and walked stiffly back to the door. He wished the other Spirals a good night in a raspy whisper, and closed the door behind him on his way back out.
Newt grinned back gratefully, and sank his head deep into the pillow, closing his eyes to wait for sleep again, and going over the strange being’s words in his head before drifting off.
He suddenly bolted from under the covers and darted to the door, bursting it open and flying out into the hall until he bumped into another dragon.
“Oh!” the other exclaimed in a raspy voice. “Newton, m’boy, what are you doing up at this hour?”
Moonrise! Newt nearly sank to the floor in relief at the sight of the elderly Spiral. He lifted one shaking paw to point in the direction of his room.
“Is something the matter, sonny?” Moon wondered as he adjusted his glasses.
Newt pointed a trembling claw at—
—nothing.
The strange figure was nowhere to be seen and Newt raised a single brow in confusion.
Moon noticed and he rasped, “Did you see something?”
Newt nodded to him and gestured with both grey paws helplessly. He saw something, he knew he did. Unless...unless it was a dream. He remembered closing his eyes, but had he really fallen asleep? He had never had a dream so vivid before, and he didn’t recall waking up when he’d flew out of his room, he was already awake when he did, wasn’t he? And it couldn’t be one of Lumiere’s or another dragon’s tricks, since nodrake would want to scare him like this, would they?
Moonrise squinted and adjusted his glasses again. “I don’t see anything out of the ordinary, here, my boy. Are you sure it wasn’t a dream? I know that you and Lumiere have quite the adventures together. Your imaginations are really something,” he finished, smiling gently.
Newt just didn’t know. But he didn’t want to find out again. He went back to Moon and gripped the old dragon’s body in a tight hug.
Moon wrapped one winged arm around Newt’s shoulder and pulled him close. “How about you spend the night with Phorcys and Calypso? I'm sure they won't mind.” When Newton nodded his head wildly, Moonrise smiled again and began leading him away. “Come, then.”
Newt made sure to stay as close as he could to the elderly drake’s side, and they strode side by side down the hallway. When they reached one of the next rooms, Moon rapped on the door, and both Phorcys and Calypso opened it for them, greeting them both and allowing them entry. Moon explained that Newt was too scared to sleep alone tonight, and the older twins set up a small, temporary bed for Newt with extra blankets and a pillow.
“I think you forgot this,” Moon said, holding out a brown stuffed doll in his paw.
His mammertee! Newt’s eyes widened and sent a big smile up to Moonrise, and he accepted the plush toy with both winged arms, hugging it tight and squeezing one final tear out. Moon gently smiled back and walked stiffly back to the door. He wished the other Spirals a good night in a raspy whisper, and closed the door behind him on his way back out.
Newt grinned back gratefully, and sank his head deep into the pillow, closing his eyes to wait for sleep again, and going over the strange being’s words in his head before drifting off.
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