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It was silence between them. Tense. On their way to the Mud Kingdom, Sunny didn’t speak a word to Starflight.
Hate is a strong word.
But a word that hung like a lure in her mind.
One that danced before her eyes even as they paused in travel to find and eat food.
Did Sunny know where to find these, where to look? Or did Starflight tell her long ago that this was where she could find– where she would find them this very day. But a few hours later, was when they were supposed to come around here. That was the least of Sunny’s meddling with Starflight’s plans.
How many ideas until that very day were in fact her ideas? She’d only done what she was told. Starflight’s fault, it was Starflight’s fault. That she had to remind herself, she didn’t allow to be telling. She was just doing as she was told, yes she helped him, but… The word hate dangled a dinner for two.
They all discussed what queen they may prefer. Starflight knew something but it was something he hadn’t told her and still was not saying. That wasn’t known from his mind– Sunny knew his mannerisms.
He struggled to know if it– whatever “it” was– would still happen for something near certain on this new path they were on. That one she did know from the slip of his head. It is harder to trace down paths of the future when you’re not trapped under a mountain for years with nothing to do.
Sunny knew it would be bad, but her stomach still churned. Seeing it really was worse.
This is what the aftermath of a battle looks like.
It was not welcoming mud, was something Clay had thought. Mud that was wet with blood both red and blue and rough with bits of bone.
They all five of them came to a midair halt at the sight.
Starflight nearly fell out of the air. He knew, but even he didn’t expect the full sight.
They’d all been in the arena, they had all seen death.
They were supposed to end a war, but this was the first time they’d seen it.
Morrowseer was a liar. Sunny was ignoring the fact. She tried so desperately to ignore it, because Starflight had a plan. The world would think the prophecy was true.
Sunny may have changed the events in the meantime, but the ending would still be good. Sunny was one of the most powerful dragons in Pyrrhia. If not the most powerful, once she better understood her powers. She could end a war. Sunny could protect her own.
Once she understood how to keep herself from becoming a danger, she could do anything with her magic. She could change the world.
Starflight wasn’t trying to mope, but she could see him moping. He was trying to trace down the future paths again, while they waited while Clay and Glory went to meet Clay’s family.
There were still things to distract, however. He couldn’t look so far nor so diversely into the future.
And so he was high strung, this wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
Sunny didn’t regret her decision, not one bit. If Starflight wanted it exactly so, all he had to do was save Gill.
Sunny could shape the world– she could save it, with not but a flick of her talons. She just had to learn how to be safe.
Clay, their bigwings, came back. He never actually tried to kill them in their eggs, it was a helper instinct.
Sunny looked to the future the way a dragon who cannot see it does, with optimism and hope rather than doom and gloom.
They could fix things. And they all would.