Listen, And The Stars Shall Speak

So, We Gotta Talk To A Dead Dragon...

"What did she say?" Apple demanded as soon as Rin lowered the dreamvisitor. "Did she say how we could help her? Is she okay?"

"Did you get the names?" Stardust questioned. "That seems like priority number one."

"The dragons you're looking for are Coal, Qibli, Dusk, and Haze." Rin explained. "And yes, there is a way to help her." Stardust's eyes widened.

"Qibli?" he repeated. "Oh three moons." he bolted out of the cave, scroll in hand. 

"How do we help Ander?" Apple insisted.

"She said we have to find a dragon named Whiteout. Apparently, she'll know what to do. But I have no idea who that is." Apple froze.

"Um, did she say what Whiteout looked like?"

"No, but I saw her. White and black dragon, probably Icewing-Nightwing hybrid if you ask me, blue eyes?"

"Uh-oh." Rin shot up.

"What? What uh-oh? Do you know her?"

"Not exactly. But I do know who she is."

"And where we can find her?"

"......Sort of."

"What do you mean sort of? Explain!" Apple frowned. 

"I'll just show you." she proclaimed, rushing out of the cave. As they flew towards the rainwing village, Stardust wrote down the words of his spell. 

"Let's hope this works." he muttered before enchanting it.

*~*~*~*~*

Haze couldn't figure out what had happened. One second, she was on the verge of panicking as Dusk fell unconscious, and the next, She, Coal, Qibli, and Dusk collapsed to the ground outside of a small building. 

"What the hell was that?!" Qibli exploded, his eyes wide. Coal looked alarmed. 

"Animus magic." He explained. Haze frowned. Why would Coal know that? 

"Where are we?" Haze glanced around and froze. She knew the building before them. 

"Crap." she swore before glancing next to her. Dusk. She jumped to her fee, remembering her injured friend. "Coal!" 

"What?"

"Dusk's hurt!" He whipped around and his face went pale. Qibli's eyes widened.

"We have to get him to a doctor." he declared.

"That's the other part." Haze sighed. She pointed up at the building before them. "My dad's a doctor. And this is where he works." 

*~*~*~*~*

"Here we are." Apple insisted, slamming  scroll down on a table. Rin grimaced. They were in the rainforest's library, a place that Starflight and Glory had demanded be built. It was by far, not Rin's favorite place. She wasn't a huge fan of scrolls.

Apple, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind at all. Her eyes scanned down the scroll until she stopped. 

"Aha!" she pointed at a line. "Although there is more fiction than fact when it comes to Darkstalker's past, one thing that is considered truth is the existence of Darkstalker's younger sister Whiteout. She is often described as a beautiful dragon that perfectly resembles a Nightwing- Icewing hybrid with black and white scales and blue eyes. She is depicted as a strange dragon who spoke oddly, but was kind to those around her. She was known as an artist in the Nightwing community, and later married a glassblower named Thoughtful. Rumor has it that some of her artwork may still exist in the old Nightwing Kingdom. Whiteout is the only member of her family to survive into old age. She died at the age of one hundred over a thousand years ago."

Rin stared. 

"So, you're telling me that the only dragon who can help my sister has been dead for over a thousand years." she clarified.

"Yes."

"WELL THAT'S OH SO HELPFUL!"

"It is, actually. My father once told me about an animus touched object that allowed you to talk with the deceased. If we can find it, we can contact Whiteout and find out how to help Ander." Rin sunk into a chair.

"So, we have to break into Grandmother's office again in order to contact the most feared dragon in Pyrrhia's younger sister, who has been dead forever, so that she can tell me how to kill stars in order to wake my twin from a coma."

"Yea, that's about it."

Rin sighed before replying.

"Sometimes I really hate my life..."