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Blue Raptor said:
[Part 11]
Three days later..

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Quiet.
This was just how Tide liked it. Quiet.
Above the waters of the ocean, there was just far too much noise and dryness to take in all at once for too long. Here underwater, silence was what Aquations were used to. Tide swam with the fish around in the deep blue waters of the ocean, enjoying the saltiness and colors until..
she woke up.
Tide’s eye slowly opened. She sat under the water, face to face stone with the wall of the tank. Sighing, she popped her head up out of the water and shook the water out of her eyes. Her scales felt a little better- but they were alway so hard and tight now, and was too painful to fly. Grudgingly, she stepped out of the water- and her scales seemed to spit down her shoulder as she did so. She gasped, looking at them lifting up down her spine. Suddenly, in an a vapor of steam, the scales seemed to fall off and vanish. Tide closed her eyes, trembling and..
Nothing.

She opened her eyes, then looked around in surprise. Her line of vision was higher than it used to be! She gawked at her scales in shock. They were blue, with a darker turquoise color splashed down her back and arms. Her belly and wings were the pale color of sand. Her horns and claws were grey, and she had dark blue stripes on her arms, legs, and wings that could light up, she soon learned as she flashed them. A sail ran down her back, ending at a flat, muscular tail for powerful swimming. Her claws were webbed and still dripping from the tank.
With a light cry of joy, in a deeper Imago voice, she flapped her gracefully curved wings. She could fly again!
Tide’s expression dropped. Her transformation should’ve happened in Aquation, with her real mom. She was upset that her mother couldn’t be here to see her. Or even be in the right mind for that matter. Still, she was glad that now her and Whisp were on the same level- even if Whisp was older than her.


Onyx gathered herself before daring to approach her great leader.
“Master.” She said, bowing respectfully. “May I accompany you to meet the Monarches? I will be silent if that it what you wish. I want to show them that I work for no one but you, as I have met some of them in- peace. Before.”
“You're coming whether you wished to or not.” Apollyon said flatly, not bothering to give her the respect of turning to look at her. “Everyone in the Inner Ring will accompany me.
Go get them. ALL. Flint, Azira, and Tank.”
Storm is already there and Basalt and Vixen will be along shortly.”
“Tank?” Onyx said, upset. “Master, he hasn’t done anything special pertaining to your mission. Why do you want him to-“
“And you care to think that YOU are anything special??” Apollyon cut her off furiously, whipping around with shining red eyes.
“HOW DARE you think that I favor you WHATSOEVER?!”
GET OUT!! You'd better be at the BACK of the line behind me when we depart.”
Don't pride yourself. You are a worthless piece of scum.” He said chillingly.

Onyx clenched her jaw and kept silent. The spines down her back were lifted in anger.
Her and Flint were the ones who had made the virus!
She was the one who got him the underwater-breathing capsules!
She had actually completed his orders- even though some dragon had failed!
She wasn’t priding herself! In a rage, she whisked out of the throne room, scratching the floor rocks in anger.

Apollyon hissed malevolently.
Why, Flint had even dared to confront him earlier as well!
What was his Inner Ring coming to? They were his elite, and now they were acting like jealous little BRATS!
He growled, recalling Flint’s manipulative words after he’d dared to show his face after his failure..

“Give me ONE reason why I shouldn't kill you THIS INSTANT.” He’d hissed furiously.
Because, Master,” Flint had dared say, attempting to keep a cool composure.
“If I die, the clones die.
And if the clones die, you have no army.
No army, no conquest.
No conquest, no united Draconat.
No united Draconat..
and your entire life’s mission becomes one big failure.”

He’d watched Flint wince.
And he certainly was right to doubt his bold statement.
“You DARE to speak of my life when I hold yours in the palm of my talon?!!” Apollyon had roared, his voice shaking with pure fury.
“GET OUT!!” He had used the invisible force he possessed to slam Flint forcefully against the wall on the other side of the throne room. “Now GET OUT OF HERE before I TWIST YOUR STUPID LITTLE HEAD OFF and FEED IT to that little BAT-CREEP!! GO!!”

He had known that Azira was listening in. It was probably why she’d been smart enough to obey Apollyon without question so far.
And Tank.. Tank was the only Solosis wise enough to follow him. He was the brunt, submissive, obedient, and cruel too.
Apollyon liked that.
He collected his four dragons and two hundred troops who followed him at a considerable distance, carrying twenty barrels between themselves.
Flint, Onyx, Azira, and Tank each carried a barrel as well as they flew directly towards the southern Aquation border.

Onyx flattened her ears at the bloodred-scaled dragon’s back as she toted a huge, heavy barrel through the sky. She made sure to keep out of his eyesight the whole flight. Still, she was glaring daggers at his back the whole trip. She didn’t deserve to be treated like that- she didn’t care if she was favored or not.
She only wanted acceptance.
Or even just the slightest sign or confirmation that what she was doing was good.

Yet all they ever received was hate.
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[Part 12]
Two days prior..

Zephyr entered Monarche Storm’s private office, wondering what she could be needing. Honestly, it probably had to do with that big thug, Apollyon, taking over Enfernae and the meeting he had called the Monarches to attend.
Zephyr knew Storm was only going because the fire dragon just might try and invade her kingdom if she didn’t show up. She figured they weren’t supposed to bring their armies, like Apollyon was going to hold up his end of the pact. He wasn’t the real Monarche after all, and Zephyr still would acknowledge Vixen as the proper Enfernae Monarche till the day she died.

Storm fingered a necklace around her neck. It held a stone swirling with different colors of blues and glowed slightly. That was new.
Storm looked up. “Zephyr! There you are. Ready to go?” The aquamarine dragon tilted her head slightly. “Where, your highness?”
Storm glanced around. “Best not to talk here.” She said carefully. “Is the fog shield up?”
Zephyr nodded.
The fog shield was made by the fog and steam-breathing Aerattl. They outlined the border of Cloud City, concealing it it a cloud and making it nearly impossible for any other tribe of dragons to reach. Especially with the altitude and thinness of air.
It was put in at anticipation of an attack from Apollyon’s army, and had dragons rotating around the clock.
The Monarche and her advisor flew away from the main palace, flying swiftly southeast.

With a flight undoubtedly east for the two wind dragons, they reached a mountain peak, and swooped slightly below it, where Zephyr first noticed the small cave.
They landed.
It was a much bigger cavern on the inside, and Zephyr had underestimated it. They went deep into the cavern.
“Do you remember when all of the Monarche’s Vision Stones were stolen?” Storm began.
“Of course.” The advisor said. “You always kept it close on you, I remember the Royal Guard pursing the theif.”
Storm nodded absently, her brow furrowed. “Well I’m led to believe that this Apollyon dragon has them. Vixen said that he made a portal to show her his clones.”
Zephyr huffed. “Treacherous. Stealing from the Monarche.”
Storm led her to a large room, walls glowing mystically as defined crags glowed from the light of clusters of bluish green gemstones.
Zephyr drew in a breath, eyes wide. “What are these?” She said softly.

Storm smiled. “This has been the Aerattl monarche’s secret for years. Monarche Solar showed me this cave.”
The advisor felt a small lightning bolt of shock hit her heart. Did Storm mean to make her Monarche?
Storm wasn’t looking at her. “I believe it’s time we share this. I’m already wearing a necklace with one of the stones, and I’ve made more for the other monarches and their advisors.”
Zephyr let out a breath of anticipation. “This one is yours.” Storm said, handing a slightly glowing necklace to her. Zephyr took it and looped it over her head as they turned to leave.
“This place will also serve as an evacuation place if the worst happens.” Storm said. “Though we won’t tell them about the stone’s purpose.” Zephyr nodded.
“Would you take these to the Monarches?” Storm asked. “I’ll send a few guards to accompany you.” She handed her advisor six necklaces.
Zephyr bowed. “Of course, your highness. Right away.”

She flew off with Storm calling; “Good luck.” behind her.
 
Blue Raptor said:
[Part 12]
Two days prior..

Zephyr entered Monarche Storm’s private office, wondering what she could be needing. Honestly, it probably had to do with that big thug, Apollyon, taking over Enfernae and the meeting he had called the Monarches to attend.
Zephyr knew Storm was only going because the fire dragon just might try and invade her kingdom if she didn’t show up. She figured they weren’t supposed to bring their armies, like Apollyon was going to hold up his end of the pact. He wasn’t the real Monarche after all, and Zephyr still would acknowledge Vixen as the proper Enfernae Monarche till the day she died.

Storm fingered a necklace around her neck. It held a stone swirling with different colors of blues and glowed slightly. That was new.
Storm looked up. “Zephyr! There you are. Ready to go?” The aquamarine dragon tilted her head slightly. “Where, your highness?”
Storm glanced around. “Best not to talk here.” She said carefully. “Is the fog shield up?”
Zephyr nodded.
The fog shield was made by the fog and steam-breathing Aerattl. They outlined the border of Cloud City, concealing it it a cloud and making it nearly impossible for any other tribe of dragons to reach. Especially with the altitude and thinness of air.
It was put in at anticipation of an attack from Apollyon’s army, and had dragons rotating around the clock.
The Monarche and her advisor flew away from the main palace, flying swiftly southeast.

With a flight undoubtedly east for the two wind dragons, they reached a mountain peak, and swooped slightly below it, where Zephyr first noticed the small cave.
They landed.
It was a much bigger cavern on the inside, and Zephyr had underestimated it. They went deep into the cavern.
“Do you remember when all of the Monarche’s Vision Stones were stolen?” Storm began.
“Of course.” The advisor said. “You always kept it close on you, I remember the Royal Guard pursing the theif.”
Storm nodded absently, her brow furrowed. “Well I’m led to believe that this Apollyon dragon has them. Vixen said that he made a portal to show her his clones.”
Zephyr huffed. “Treacherous. Stealing from the Monarche.”
Storm led her to a large room, walls glowing mystically as defined crags glowed from the light of clusters of bluish green gemstones.
Zephyr drew in a breath, eyes wide. “What are these?” She said softly.

Storm smiled. “This has been the Aerattl monarche’s secret for years. Monarche Solar showed me this cave.”
The advisor felt a small lightning bolt of shock hit her heart. Did Storm mean to make her Monarche?
Storm wasn’t looking at her. “I believe it’s time we share this. I’m already wearing a necklace with one of the stones, and I’ve made more for the other monarches and their advisors.”
Zephyr let out a breath of anticipation. “This one is yours.” Storm said, handing a slightly glowing necklace to her. Zephyr took it and looped it over her head as they turned to leave.
“This place will also serve as an evacuation place if the worst happens.” Storm said. “Though we won’t tell them about the stone’s purpose.” Zephyr nodded.
“Would you take these to the Monarches?” Storm asked. “I’ll send a few guards to accompany you.” She handed her advisor six necklaces.
Zephyr bowed. “Of course, your highness. Right away.”

She flew off with Storm calling; “Good luck.” behind her.
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[Part 13]
“Why are we here daddy?” A little blue Aqaution asked as he dug a clam out of the wet sand and began to pry it open.
The Solosis Monarche looked down from his survey to check Ace. “I’m here to meet someone.” He rumbled.
Armor clattered suddenly as Storm’s Royal Guard shifted their weight nervously. “Vixen should’ve been here by now.” The wind dragon leader mused concernedly as waves crashed and hissed at the shore, the misty spray feeling not quite right with the Virus poisoning the water.
Ace offered the clam to Basalt, who shook his head. “You go ahead.” He told the wyrm.
The beach might have been relaxing that afternoon had the air not been filled with the tension of Vixen’s absence and Apollyon’s soon-to-be arrival.

A red dragon flew in over the palm trees, and the two Monarches turned to see Vixen flying in. Alone.
She landed with a crunch of sand in front of the scrub brushes leading to the near distant tree line, eyes down.
“Vixen! What’s wrong? Why are you alone?” Storm said suddenly after an awkward amount of silence.
The Enfernae Monarche didn’t respond, but kept her eyes averted from the others’ worried gazes. Her face was upset.
“Vixen, where is-“ Basalt started to say.

An unnaturally loud roar cut him off.
A large, bloodred dragon, armor glinting in the light of the sun, and red eyes shining malevolently appeared over the tops of the trees, casting a large shadow and landing with a talon-rattling thump on the beach behind Basalt, who quickly swept Ace away with his tail protectively and moved nearer to where Storm and Vixen sat tensely.
Four fierce-looking dragons landed in a semicircle behind Apollyon, an army of black dragons identical to the one behind the red dragon descending threateningly behind them- massively outnumbering Storm and Basalt’s guard combined.

“Monarches.” Apollyon said with an evil smirk, looking down on the three. “Storm. Vixen. Ah, Basalt! I thought you’d have to be pulled kicking my an biting out of your little hole, but here you are! Good.”
Storm snarled. “What do you want? Who exactly ARE you?”
“Good question, Storm.” Apollyon said smoothly. “I am.. many things.”
Basalt glared at the red Enfernae, his expression devoid of the fear Apollyon had induced. He scoffed. “Your many things? A bird? A ROCK? Good for you!”
Apollyon growled deep in his throat. “Big words for a small dragon.” He snapped, the only one in the crowd taller than Basalt.
“Leave my daddy alone!” A small voice cried. A clamshell bounced off Apollyon nose, shocking him slightly as he pulled his head back. “And what’s THIS?” He rumbled amusedly.
“Don’t bother yourself, Ace.” Basalt growled, pulling him back.

“Star? You awake?” Tide called quietly as she walked into the main room of the clinic.
Starshine looked up from rolling a loose bandage. “Of course I am.” She said tiredly.
“Aw, Star, you look worn out! Are you okay?” The young Imago said, moving closer to her foster mother.
The black dragon sighed. “Yes. I’ve just been up late a lot because of the patients. Nothing I’m not used to. I couldn’t sleep last night, so I started sorting stuff.” She looked around at her piles of materials.
“Anything I can do to help?” Tide said, glancing around.
“Actually..” Starshine said, grabbing a satchel and handing it to Tide. “Can you get some herbs? Try and bring back a plant I don’t have- whole, so I can replant it.” Tide grabbed the brown leather bag eagerly. “Of course! I’ll go now!” She raced out the door.
“Also Whisp’s still asleep!” She called before she disappeared out the clinic.

Tide flew over the beach- what was that up ahead? Her eyes widened when she realized they were dragons.
There were so many! Quickly, she flew down and landed, running through behind the trees, her talons making thumping sounds in the loose sand.
She carefully crept up behind a red dragon with eight legs. There were Enfernae here? The saw two dragon talking angrily with each other, the red-scaled one over a head taller than the other. Solosis too? What was happening? Tide settled down is the bushes to listen as the dragons closest the the ocean waters started shouting something..
 
Blue Raptor said:
[Part 13]
“Why are we here daddy?” A little blue Aqaution asked as he dug a clam out of the wet sand and began to pry it open.
The Solosis Monarche looked down from his survey to check Ace. “I’m here to meet someone.” He rumbled.
Armor clattered suddenly as Storm’s Royal Guard shifted their weight nervously. “Vixen should’ve been here by now.” The wind dragon leader mused concernedly as waves crashed and hissed at the shore, the misty spray feeling not quite right with the Virus poisoning the water.
Ace offered the clam to Basalt, who shook his head. “You go ahead.” He told the wyrm.
The beach might have been relaxing that afternoon had the air not been filled with the tension of Vixen’s absence and Apollyon’s soon-to-be arrival.

A red dragon flew in over the palm trees, and the two Monarches turned to see Vixen flying in. Alone.
She landed with a crunch of sand in front of the scrub brushes leading to the near distant tree line, eyes down.
“Vixen! What’s wrong? Why are you alone?” Storm said suddenly after an awkward amount of silence.
The Enfernae Monarche didn’t respond, but kept her eyes averted from the others’ worried gazes. Her face was upset.
“Vixen, where is-“ Basalt started to say.

An unnaturally loud roar cut him off.
A large, bloodred dragon, armor glinting in the light of the sun, and red eyes shining malevolently appeared over the tops of the trees, casting a large shadow and landing with a talon-rattling thump on the beach behind Basalt, who quickly swept Ace away with his tail protectively and moved nearer to where Storm and Vixen sat tensely.
Four fierce-looking dragons landed in a semicircle behind Apollyon, an army of black dragons identical to the one behind the red dragon descending threateningly behind them- massively outnumbering Storm and Basalt’s guard combined.

“Monarches.” Apollyon said with an evil smirk, looking down on the three. “Storm. Vixen. Ah, Basalt! I thought you’d have to be pulled kicking my an biting out of your little hole, but here you are! Good.”
Storm snarled. “What do you want? Who exactly ARE you?”
“Good question, Storm.” Apollyon said smoothly. “I am.. many things.”
Basalt glared at the red Enfernae, his expression devoid of the fear Apollyon had induced. He scoffed. “Your many things? A bird? A ROCK? Good for you!”
Apollyon growled deep in his throat. “Big words for a small dragon.” He snapped, the only one in the crowd taller than Basalt.
“Leave my daddy alone!” A small voice cried. A clamshell bounced off Apollyon nose, shocking him slightly as he pulled his head back. “And what’s THIS?” He rumbled amusedly.
“Don’t bother yourself, Ace.” Basalt growled, pulling him back.

“Star? You awake?” Tide called quietly as she walked into the main room of the clinic.
Starshine looked up from rolling a loose bandage. “Of course I am.” She said tiredly.
“Aw, Star, you look worn out! Are you okay?” The young Imago said, moving closer to her foster mother.
The black dragon sighed. “Yes. I’ve just been up late a lot because of the patients. Nothing I’m not used to. I couldn’t sleep last night, so I started sorting stuff.” She looked around at her piles of materials.
“Anything I can do to help?” Tide said, glancing around.
“Actually..” Starshine said, grabbing a satchel and handing it to Tide. “Can you get some herbs? Try and bring back a plant I don’t have- whole, so I can replant it.” Tide grabbed the brown leather bag eagerly. “Of course! I’ll go now!” She raced out the door.
“Also Whisp’s still asleep!” She called before she disappeared out the clinic.

Tide flew over the beach- what was that up ahead? Her eyes widened when she realized they were dragons.
There were so many! Quickly, she flew down and landed, running through behind the trees, her talons making thumping sounds in the loose sand.
She carefully crept up behind a red dragon with eight legs. There were Enfernae here? The saw two dragon talking angrily with each other, the red-scaled one over a head taller than the other. Solosis too? What was happening? Tide settled down is the bushes to listen as the dragons closest the the ocean waters started shouting something..
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I remember they had that meeting next to starshine's beachside clinic XD I do believe they were there for that to unless I'm remembering wrong.)
 
Blue Raptor said:
[Part 13]
“Why are we here daddy?” A little blue Aqaution asked as he dug a clam out of the wet sand and began to pry it open.
The Solosis Monarche looked down from his survey to check Ace. “I’m here to meet someone.” He rumbled.
Armor clattered suddenly as Storm’s Royal Guard shifted their weight nervously. “Vixen should’ve been here by now.” The wind dragon leader mused concernedly as waves crashed and hissed at the shore, the misty spray feeling not quite right with the Virus poisoning the water.
Ace offered the clam to Basalt, who shook his head. “You go ahead.” He told the wyrm.
The beach might have been relaxing that afternoon had the air not been filled with the tension of Vixen’s absence and Apollyon’s soon-to-be arrival.

A red dragon flew in over the palm trees, and the two Monarches turned to see Vixen flying in. Alone.
She landed with a crunch of sand in front of the scrub brushes leading to the near distant tree line, eyes down.
“Vixen! What’s wrong? Why are you alone?” Storm said suddenly after an awkward amount of silence.
The Enfernae Monarche didn’t respond, but kept her eyes averted from the others’ worried gazes. Her face was upset.
“Vixen, where is-“ Basalt started to say.

An unnaturally loud roar cut him off.
A large, bloodred dragon, armor glinting in the light of the sun, and red eyes shining malevolently appeared over the tops of the trees, casting a large shadow and landing with a talon-rattling thump on the beach behind Basalt, who quickly swept Ace away with his tail protectively and moved nearer to where Storm and Vixen sat tensely.
Four fierce-looking dragons landed in a semicircle behind Apollyon, an army of black dragons identical to the one behind the red dragon descending threateningly behind them- massively outnumbering Storm and Basalt’s guard combined.

“Monarches.” Apollyon said with an evil smirk, looking down on the three. “Storm. Vixen. Ah, Basalt! I thought you’d have to be pulled kicking my an biting out of your little hole, but here you are! Good.”
Storm snarled. “What do you want? Who exactly ARE you?”
“Good question, Storm.” Apollyon said smoothly. “I am.. many things.”
Basalt glared at the red Enfernae, his expression devoid of the fear Apollyon had induced. He scoffed. “Your many things? A bird? A ROCK? Good for you!”
Apollyon growled deep in his throat. “Big words for a small dragon.” He snapped, the only one in the crowd taller than Basalt.
“Leave my daddy alone!” A small voice cried. A clamshell bounced off Apollyon nose, shocking him slightly as he pulled his head back. “And what’s THIS?” He rumbled amusedly.
“Don’t bother yourself, Ace.” Basalt growled, pulling him back.

“Star? You awake?” Tide called quietly as she walked into the main room of the clinic.
Starshine looked up from rolling a loose bandage. “Of course I am.” She said tiredly.
“Aw, Star, you look worn out! Are you okay?” The young Imago said, moving closer to her foster mother.
The black dragon sighed. “Yes. I’ve just been up late a lot because of the patients. Nothing I’m not used to. I couldn’t sleep last night, so I started sorting stuff.” She looked around at her piles of materials.
“Anything I can do to help?” Tide said, glancing around.
“Actually..” Starshine said, grabbing a satchel and handing it to Tide. “Can you get some herbs? Try and bring back a plant I don’t have- whole, so I can replant it.” Tide grabbed the brown leather bag eagerly. “Of course! I’ll go now!” She raced out the door.
“Also Whisp’s still asleep!” She called before she disappeared out the clinic.

Tide flew over the beach- what was that up ahead? Her eyes widened when she realized they were dragons.
There were so many! Quickly, she flew down and landed, running through behind the trees, her talons making thumping sounds in the loose sand.
She carefully crept up behind a red dragon with eight legs. There were Enfernae here? The saw two dragon talking angrily with each other, the red-scaled one over a head taller than the other. Solosis too? What was happening? Tide settled down is the bushes to listen as the dragons closest the the ocean waters started shouting something..
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[Part 14]
The Aerattl soldiers nearest to the shoreline shouted to Monarche Storm and the dragons up the beach urgently.
All heads turned to see a long, webbed spine peek up on a crest of water making its way towards the shore, the waves swirling as the large creature swam with fishlike movements.
As it neared the shore, Flint tensed and placed a talon on his sword hesitantly.
“Flint..” His Master stilled him with one word. They would wait to see what would happen.

Suddenly- a dragon burst out of the water, filthy ocean water spraying forwards.
She had dark turquoise splashed down her back, and a pale sandy color down her belly and wings. Her horns were long, grey, and slightly curved and she had dark purplish eyes.
The beauty of her scales didn’t reflect on her demeanor though. The dragon looked starved, and had bloodshot eyes that glanced around hungrily as her claws grasped the sand. Slowly, she looked around and hissed, water leaking from her gills. Apollyon straightened, brandishing his enormous spear which glinted in the sun, and stepped in front of her.
“Well, what is this?” He asked to nobody in particular.
The Aquation completely ignored the blood red dragon’s comment. “So this is what the Monarches are doing..” She said slowly in a raspy voice, as if the saltwater had corroded her lungs somehow. “Do you think I wouldn’t have felt the signal? I only came ashore because I heard Monarche Fireface or whatever signal us..” She trailed off, hissing. Clearly unstable, she took a shaky step forward.
“It is me. Monarche Current.”

“You are not well.” Apollyon remarked after a long moment of shocked silence. “I’m.. fine.” Current coughed hoarsely. “Now who in Draconat are you?” She said, casting her crazed eyes over Apollyon.
Tide crouched deeper into the bushes, her eyes wide. An Aquation! A real, live Aquation! She was shocked at how terrible Monarche Current looked.
“I am the uniter of Draconat, and the healer of the waters.” Apollyon said in a loud, controlling voice. “Flint.” He called, motioning for the black dragon to bring his barrel over. The Enfernae took the lid off the barrel and scooped a very large pitcherful of a clear, slightly shimmering liquid. He tried to hand it to Current. “Sit down and have a drink.” He said as politely as he could muster.
Current laughed, long and ugly sounding. “Uniter of Draconat! Hah ha haa! That’s funny-” She erupted in a fit of coughing, eyeing the pitcher suspiciously. “Nah,” She said flatly. “Poison, obviously.”

Suddenly, she collapsed to the ground, dropping her head into her talons and shaking it back and forth spasmodically. “My egg where’s my egg..” She rambled insanely. “You!” Her head shot up, looking at Apollyon. “Your- having my egg! It’s mine! You stole it! Treason! Ssssrraggh! Give me-” Her eyes reddened dangerously and she lunged at the nearest dragon, Storm, and attacked blindly with curved claws barred.

The Aerattl monarche leapt straight up into the air expertly to dodge the attack and used her strong wing breath to keep the Aquation down. Current was pinned flat under the weight of the strong wind. She rolled to the side, and immediately jumped back up and blasted a jetstream of water at Storm, knocking her out of the sky. The silvery grey dragon fell with a hard thud into the wet sand, soaked.
Current instantly whipped around and lunged at the Solosis behind her.
Basalt had been watching the situation unfold before him in shock. He had known Current all his life! She never, never acted like this. Taken wholly aback when she attacked him, he lunged to the side, losing the little wyrm in his grasp. “Ace!” He roared as he whipped his head around to look back, his talons sending up a spray of sand as he skidded.

Current now stood spread-legged before Ace. Her red eyes dimmed. “You’re-” She stammered, looking Ace over. “You’re- you’re- not. Not my fault wyrm!” She roared terribly at the little dragon’s startled face.
Basalt lunged over and scooped up Ace, pulling him away from the crazed Aquation. “Where is it-” She spun and locked on her next target; Vixen. Current jumped toward the Enfernae, claws barred and teeth snapping. “Who are you?” She asked angrily. “Your not Ember! Are you an imposter?” She asked, cackling crazily afterwards. Vixen lept back. “I’m Ember's daughter! I've become monarche now!” She cried to Current, ready to defend herself. Current growled for a long moment, studying her up and down. “You- are.” She mumbled. Her eyes seemed to glaze over red again, and she snarled. “Where is my egg worm! You know?” “No, your Honor. I didn’t know you had a wyrm!” Vixen said, waving her talons up and down. She had perked up slightly, now motivated by the new problem in front of her. “Please, sit. You are not well!” She insisted.
“Current.” Apollyon rumbled in a frustrated tone, grabbing the monarche’s shoulder and turning her towards him. “Current, LISTEN. You are not right in the head. You need to sit down and rest. Take a drink.”
“Get off me.” Current rasped. “Big, fancy, fat BEAST.” She snarled. “Let me guess, you stalk around in the shadows trying to be ‘mysterious’ and make your cronies call you ‘master’ and ‘sir’.” She hissed. “This doesn’t conversation concern you.” With a growl, Current attemped to throw herself on Apollyon, but not before Storm finally broke in again, blowing her back down with a strong gust of wind. Basalt took the moment to summon a few roots up from the sand from his far-away Life Tree to bind Current to the ground, his talons dug into the ground in concentration. Finally, the crazed Aquation was restrained. Current hissed maniacally. Her arms were pinned to the sand. She tried to snap her teeth at the red dragon, but was just inches away from biting his tail. “Get off me!” She roared furiously, her eyes were red and her limbs strained powerfully.
Finally, her body went still.

Tide watched the scene unfold before her. She heard Monarche Current roaring something about a lost egg- was Ace her wyrm, or someone else? She snuck foward more until she could see the faces of the dragons, and Current bound to the sand. Her eyes widened in shock. Current’s scales looked- oddly like hers..

Ace crept closer, blinking with wide eyes at the Aquation’s barred teeth and squeezed-shut eyes. “Don't.” Basalt said, placing a talon in his way as he relaxed his powers slightly. “She’s still dangerous.” He looked up at the other two Monarches, ignoring Apollyon pointedly. “Storm, Vixen, what do we want to do with her?”
Current was muttering under her breath, eyes calmer- but now darting back and forth as if trying desperately to remember something. She acted as though the dragons on the beach suddenly weren’t there as she rambled on and on about an ‘egg’ and ‘wyrm’.

“Current, listen. I can find your wyrm.” Apollyon said, standing over her head. “I can make you better. I can cure the waters from this black, vile disease and restore the realm of Aquation. I can bring your family, your friends, your people, your LIFE back together. But you're going to have to trust me. I evidently don’t seem trustworthy to you simple-minded dragons, But I KEEP my word.”
Apollyon strode over to the ocean waters, taking a silver dagger from Azira and sliding the blade cleanly across his wrist. Blood immediately welled up and began dripping into the foamy brackish ocean waters.
“Let the monarches and dragons on this beach bear witness to what I am about to do today.” Apolyon said solemnly, watching the blood flow. Vixen narrowed her eyes, confused and upset. She’d never liked the sight of blood, and something didn’t seem to add up. “Blood? Blood is the cure?” She questioned incredulously. “The cure is IN my blood.” Apolyon said with a slight note of triumph riding his voice. The water near the blood slowly began blooming outwards, the area steadily becoming clearer.

Tide watched the water clear up- shocked. That was it? The Apollyon dragon could fix it all? Her attention was drawn to the black dragon standing next to Apollyon. The one he’d called Flint. Something was oddly familiar about him.. She racked her mind. As he glanced around at the shocked faces of the dragons around him- it clicked. But who could she tell? Tide remembered seeing Monarche Vixen in the forest when she was just a wyrm, she had saved a young orphan Enfernae in the hotsprings. She was probably her best bet.

Current watched the waters grow clearer all along the shoreline with an unimpressed and passive look on her face. “But it won’t cure dragons.” She rasped. “All of mine dragons in the water still have the virus in their blood. It would take months for it to get out of their systems, just as it took months for the virus to take hold of their actions.” She struggled against the roots in the sand, dirty clumps of wet sand sticking to her scales.

“It has taken hold of your actions as well, but this..” Apollyon pointed to the full pitcher hooked on the edge of the barrel. “This can help you. Drink.” He took a sip himself. “Not poison.” He remarked as he handed it to Current. But the Aquation Monarche was thrashing in the sand again, not hearing anyone as she struggled to rip the roots out of the ground. Apollyon sighed. He’d have to knock her out to treat her, and he really, really didn't want to do that.
Basalt tightened the roots in the ground with the clench of a talon. “Current!” He roared in her face, and the blue dragon froze, gills flaring. “Get ahold of yourself! Can’t you see the water? Don’t you know you can live in your home now? I don’t trust this dragon any more than you do,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “But it’s not poison, so you should at least try it.” He snatched the pitcher from Apollyon and held it to her mouth.
Current listened to Basalt. She did remember him. She remembered being close with the Solosis Monarche. And deep in the back of her mind, knew that she could trust him.
She drank the liquid.


A sudden shudder ran down the whole lengh of Current’s body. Her claws clenched and unclenched as she clawed at the sand mindlessly. Her head snapped back and forth, and after a moment of spasms..
Monarche Current went limp.
 
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