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Darkstalker felt Moonwatcher’s mind disconnect from his. That last vestige of communication gone, and he was left alone with his own thoughts, and the thoughts of everyone else in the mountain above him. A quill that enchants anything it writes on. That sounded eerily like his own scroll.
Where did it come from? Did a new animus enchant it? Or was it something more? If only he could read that scavenger dragon.
To think, a scavenger would find a way to not only communicate, but become a dragon on their own. Do scavengers have their own magic? No, if that were the case, dragons would be hard-pressed to stay in power. Does that mean he stole it from an animus? And got away with it?
Darkstalker would make sure to keep an eye on this River dragonet. The futures where he was left unchecked were not to his liking. But the futures where he could keep him close, and bargain with him. Those were good futures.
Now he just had to wait. Wait for the talons of fire to do her job and set him free.