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Wings of Fire: Revenant
The Final Chapter
Part 1 of 3
Part Two http://www.furaffinity.net/view/25462636/ - Part Three http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29144126/
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Twilight had fallen by the time they reached the Claws of the Clouds Mountains, and the storm was beginning to reach full strength. Thin veins of lightning appeared in flashes of blinding light, as if invisible talons had reached down to slash open the sky. Great blue-gray clouds rolled in, thunder growling restlessly in their bellies. The mountain range stood in sharp relief against the horizon, each flash illuminating the peaks like rows upon rows of jagged teeth.
Peacemaker felt the chain wrapped tight around his wrist give a powerful jerk as Kinkajou desperately attempted to free herself from the silver chain wrapped tight around her mouth, neck, wrists, and wings.
“Stop that!” Peacemaker snapped, giving his end of the chain a tug so violent it nearly caused her to topple to the ground. She shot him a poisonous glare, clouds of scarlet and black rage dancing among the myriad of other colors parading across her scales.
“Now be still…and don’t worry,” Peacemaker hissed, the edges of his lips drawing up into a sickly smile, “your prince charming will be here soon enough.” With that the young dragon threw back his head and breathed a tower of fire up, up, up into the sky. He turned back to look her, his blue eyes as cold as the wind which blew in from the Ice Kingdom in the dead of winter. “I think that ought to get his attention, don’t you?”
A growl rumbled in Kinkajou’s throat, but the chain around her mouth prevented her from speaking. Among the other colors dancing across her scales were whorls of pale green fear, purple confusion, pale blue worry, and, most surprisingly, generous blots of dark gray, the color of sadness. Even now, as she glared venomously back at him, he could see an underlying sorrow in her dark green eyes. A sadness which showed even beneath her anger, and a question spoken without works: “Why are you doing this?”
A painful twist seized Peacemaker’s heart, his head clouding with unwanted memories. Kinkajou encouraging his clumsy first attempts at flight. Kinkajou bringing him his favorite fruits when he was sick in bed. Kinkajou eating his sad little burnt pies and relishing every bite. Kinkajou sitting and listening to him talk about the things he knew he could never tell Hope or Moon, because they’d worry too much. He remembered once when he was very young he had suddenly decided he wanted to have color-changing scales like a Rainwing, and so Kinkajou had made up some dye from rainforest berries and let him be whatever color he wanted. When the other Nightwing dragonets made fun of the rainbow scales beneath his wings, Kinkajou had mimicked his colors for at least a month, stating that if anyone made fun of him, they’d have to make fun of her too. His heart ached with the memory of her walking side by side with him, glancing challengingly around at the other dragonets, as if daring them to make a snide comment.
Peacemaker grimaced. What was he doing? This dragon was his friend!
He shook his head fiercely, a whole new set of memories suddenly crashing down on him like ocean waves. No! This was her fault! She had masterminded his enchantment, tricked him, stripped him of his powers, his memories, and even his very identity. She had deceived him, pretending she cared about him, pretending she was his friend, and all in the name of making sure he never learned the truth. Well, he knew the truth now, and he would not be swayed by foolish sentimentality.
Just then a flash of luminescent scales appeared on the horizon, getting closer and closer until an emerald green form materialized from the darkness of the mountains and the storm.
Kinkajou’s scales turned suddenly pale green and white, an amalgamate of terror and distress.
Turtle was close enough now that they could hear his heavy, clumsy wingbeats and see the desperate confusion written all over his face. “Peacemaker, what are you doing?!” he demanded, his eyes fixed to the chains looped around Kinkajou’s body.
“Stay back!” Peacemaker snarled, flaring his wings so that the rainbow scales flashed threateningly. “Don’t come any closer!”
Cautiously, Turtle lighted down on the cliff opposite them. It was uncanny how much the young Seawing looked like his ancient ancestor, Fathom. Fathom, the dragon who had stolen everything from Peacemaker…from Darkstalker. Fathom, the dragon who had been rewarded with the happy ending he had denied his so-called friend.
“Peacemaker, what’s going on? What are you doing with Kinkajou?” He looked as if he wanted to believe this was all some kind of elaborate joke, but the fear in Kinkajou’s eyes told him it wasn’t. The Rainwing was now balancing on her back feet, craning to get a good look at Turtle, as if her stare alone might be able to communicate to him that he should run away and never look back. Turtle looked past Peacemaker at her, his eyes so desperately confused and fearful it was almost pathetic.
His gaze fell back to Peacemaker, back to his altered gaze and poisonous expression, and the realization suddenly came crashing down on the Seawing like an avalanche of ice and stone. “Three moons…you know,” the Seawing breathed.
“Know what?” Peacemaker snapped. “That all of you who called yourself my friends betrayed me? Stole my powers? Stole my memories? Stole my life?! That you pretended to care for me when all along you told me nothing but lies?!”
“But I wasn’t…I didn’t…”
“No, you didn’t. You’re not clever enough for that. But she did,” Peacemaker said, gesturing to Kinkajou with a wave of his tail.
Turtle’s chest heaved with increasing desperation. “But…that…that wasn’t her fault. She had no choice. Darkstalker he….you…you were killing dragons, brainwashing them to follow you…you were going to take over all of Pyrrhia.”
“Oh, so brainwashing is only acceptable when you’re taking down an ultra powerful supervillain, is that it? Are there any other special rules you ‘heroes’ are entitled to?”
“That’s…that’s not…”
“That’s exactly what it is!”
“But…but what else were we supposed to do? You…you didn’t leave us any choice” the Seawing’s voice was shaking so hard he could barely speak.
“You should have done nothing. I had great plans for Pyrrhia. A united kingdom, my tribe restored to full strength, and me as their king, leading them towards all their best possible futures. That’s the future I saw. That’s the future I still see.”
He gave the chain a sharp jerk and Kinkajou was forced back down onto all fours. “I am fully prepared to make this dragon pay for everything she stole from me…” he paused, a distant roar of thunder breaking the silence, “unless you and I can come to some sort of…understanding.”
Turtle was silent for a long moment “What kind of understanding?”
“You recognize this chain? It’s the one your sister enchanted to send to Queen Thorn’s prisons in the Kingdom of Sand. Not even animus magic can break it, and only I know the location of the key. If you try to use your magic to kill me or get me out of the way, then we both fall.” He raised his arm so Turtle could clearly see the chain double wound around his wrist. “ And she can’t fly. Only I can free her, so don’t get any bright ideas about trying to outsmart me. We both know you’re not capable of that.”
Turtle looked from Peacemaker to Kinkajou about twenty times in the span of about half a second. “What is it you want?”
“It’s simple. You change me back to the way I was, with all my powers intact, and I won’t kill her.”
Turtle’s gold-flecked eyes widened with horror. “I…I won’t! I can’t!”
“You can. For all your limited imagination and even more limited brain power, you are still an animus. Any spell that has been done can be undone, as you more than proved when you got your powers back.”
“No! I won’t do it!”
“Then you’ll watch the dragon you love die,” Peacemaker hissed, holding a single claw a hair length from Kinkajou’s neck.
“Peacemaker, please! You can’t do this! Kinkajou is your friend!”
“There is no Peacemaker! It’s an enchantment. A prison of flesh and blood. I am Darkstalker and none of you are my friends!”
A bolt of lightning ripped across the sky with a roar that shook the stone beneath their feet. For a brief moment a flash of white light reflected in the tears rolling down the Seawing’s face.
“Make your choice, Turtle. Does she live, or does she die?”
A scene from the climax of my as of yet nonexistent Peacemaker fan fiction, Wings of Fire: Revenant (if you're new here, you can find related pictures in my gallery). Peacemaker gets back his memories of being Darkstalker and kidnaps Kinkajou to use as leverage against Turtle so that he will return him to his original form. Only one dragon can stop him, and she's in a race against the clock to reach him before it's too late. I was really inspired by the climax of Phantom of the Opera (Down Once More), hence the title.
I'm actually really, really proud of how Turtle came out. I've never drawn a full body Seawing before, and I'm really glad that he turned out so well. Rainwings are the hardest tribe for me to draw (don't ask me why, because I don't know) so I'm also happy that Kinkajou didn't end up looking like a total disaster. I had way too much fun with the lighting, just so you know.
No critique desired. Please respect that.
Wings of Fire belongs to Tui T. Sutherland
The art belongs to me, and you are not permitted to steal, trace, copy, reference, or otherwise redistribute it in any way. I also do not want to see this posted on RP sites, Facebook, YouTube, etc. without my permission. That's still art theft.
The Final Chapter
Part 1 of 3
Part Two http://www.furaffinity.net/view/25462636/ - Part Three http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29144126/
----
Twilight had fallen by the time they reached the Claws of the Clouds Mountains, and the storm was beginning to reach full strength. Thin veins of lightning appeared in flashes of blinding light, as if invisible talons had reached down to slash open the sky. Great blue-gray clouds rolled in, thunder growling restlessly in their bellies. The mountain range stood in sharp relief against the horizon, each flash illuminating the peaks like rows upon rows of jagged teeth.
Peacemaker felt the chain wrapped tight around his wrist give a powerful jerk as Kinkajou desperately attempted to free herself from the silver chain wrapped tight around her mouth, neck, wrists, and wings.
“Stop that!” Peacemaker snapped, giving his end of the chain a tug so violent it nearly caused her to topple to the ground. She shot him a poisonous glare, clouds of scarlet and black rage dancing among the myriad of other colors parading across her scales.
“Now be still…and don’t worry,” Peacemaker hissed, the edges of his lips drawing up into a sickly smile, “your prince charming will be here soon enough.” With that the young dragon threw back his head and breathed a tower of fire up, up, up into the sky. He turned back to look her, his blue eyes as cold as the wind which blew in from the Ice Kingdom in the dead of winter. “I think that ought to get his attention, don’t you?”
A growl rumbled in Kinkajou’s throat, but the chain around her mouth prevented her from speaking. Among the other colors dancing across her scales were whorls of pale green fear, purple confusion, pale blue worry, and, most surprisingly, generous blots of dark gray, the color of sadness. Even now, as she glared venomously back at him, he could see an underlying sorrow in her dark green eyes. A sadness which showed even beneath her anger, and a question spoken without works: “Why are you doing this?”
A painful twist seized Peacemaker’s heart, his head clouding with unwanted memories. Kinkajou encouraging his clumsy first attempts at flight. Kinkajou bringing him his favorite fruits when he was sick in bed. Kinkajou eating his sad little burnt pies and relishing every bite. Kinkajou sitting and listening to him talk about the things he knew he could never tell Hope or Moon, because they’d worry too much. He remembered once when he was very young he had suddenly decided he wanted to have color-changing scales like a Rainwing, and so Kinkajou had made up some dye from rainforest berries and let him be whatever color he wanted. When the other Nightwing dragonets made fun of the rainbow scales beneath his wings, Kinkajou had mimicked his colors for at least a month, stating that if anyone made fun of him, they’d have to make fun of her too. His heart ached with the memory of her walking side by side with him, glancing challengingly around at the other dragonets, as if daring them to make a snide comment.
Peacemaker grimaced. What was he doing? This dragon was his friend!
He shook his head fiercely, a whole new set of memories suddenly crashing down on him like ocean waves. No! This was her fault! She had masterminded his enchantment, tricked him, stripped him of his powers, his memories, and even his very identity. She had deceived him, pretending she cared about him, pretending she was his friend, and all in the name of making sure he never learned the truth. Well, he knew the truth now, and he would not be swayed by foolish sentimentality.
Just then a flash of luminescent scales appeared on the horizon, getting closer and closer until an emerald green form materialized from the darkness of the mountains and the storm.
Kinkajou’s scales turned suddenly pale green and white, an amalgamate of terror and distress.
Turtle was close enough now that they could hear his heavy, clumsy wingbeats and see the desperate confusion written all over his face. “Peacemaker, what are you doing?!” he demanded, his eyes fixed to the chains looped around Kinkajou’s body.
“Stay back!” Peacemaker snarled, flaring his wings so that the rainbow scales flashed threateningly. “Don’t come any closer!”
Cautiously, Turtle lighted down on the cliff opposite them. It was uncanny how much the young Seawing looked like his ancient ancestor, Fathom. Fathom, the dragon who had stolen everything from Peacemaker…from Darkstalker. Fathom, the dragon who had been rewarded with the happy ending he had denied his so-called friend.
“Peacemaker, what’s going on? What are you doing with Kinkajou?” He looked as if he wanted to believe this was all some kind of elaborate joke, but the fear in Kinkajou’s eyes told him it wasn’t. The Rainwing was now balancing on her back feet, craning to get a good look at Turtle, as if her stare alone might be able to communicate to him that he should run away and never look back. Turtle looked past Peacemaker at her, his eyes so desperately confused and fearful it was almost pathetic.
His gaze fell back to Peacemaker, back to his altered gaze and poisonous expression, and the realization suddenly came crashing down on the Seawing like an avalanche of ice and stone. “Three moons…you know,” the Seawing breathed.
“Know what?” Peacemaker snapped. “That all of you who called yourself my friends betrayed me? Stole my powers? Stole my memories? Stole my life?! That you pretended to care for me when all along you told me nothing but lies?!”
“But I wasn’t…I didn’t…”
“No, you didn’t. You’re not clever enough for that. But she did,” Peacemaker said, gesturing to Kinkajou with a wave of his tail.
Turtle’s chest heaved with increasing desperation. “But…that…that wasn’t her fault. She had no choice. Darkstalker he….you…you were killing dragons, brainwashing them to follow you…you were going to take over all of Pyrrhia.”
“Oh, so brainwashing is only acceptable when you’re taking down an ultra powerful supervillain, is that it? Are there any other special rules you ‘heroes’ are entitled to?”
“That’s…that’s not…”
“That’s exactly what it is!”
“But…but what else were we supposed to do? You…you didn’t leave us any choice” the Seawing’s voice was shaking so hard he could barely speak.
“You should have done nothing. I had great plans for Pyrrhia. A united kingdom, my tribe restored to full strength, and me as their king, leading them towards all their best possible futures. That’s the future I saw. That’s the future I still see.”
He gave the chain a sharp jerk and Kinkajou was forced back down onto all fours. “I am fully prepared to make this dragon pay for everything she stole from me…” he paused, a distant roar of thunder breaking the silence, “unless you and I can come to some sort of…understanding.”
Turtle was silent for a long moment “What kind of understanding?”
“You recognize this chain? It’s the one your sister enchanted to send to Queen Thorn’s prisons in the Kingdom of Sand. Not even animus magic can break it, and only I know the location of the key. If you try to use your magic to kill me or get me out of the way, then we both fall.” He raised his arm so Turtle could clearly see the chain double wound around his wrist. “ And she can’t fly. Only I can free her, so don’t get any bright ideas about trying to outsmart me. We both know you’re not capable of that.”
Turtle looked from Peacemaker to Kinkajou about twenty times in the span of about half a second. “What is it you want?”
“It’s simple. You change me back to the way I was, with all my powers intact, and I won’t kill her.”
Turtle’s gold-flecked eyes widened with horror. “I…I won’t! I can’t!”
“You can. For all your limited imagination and even more limited brain power, you are still an animus. Any spell that has been done can be undone, as you more than proved when you got your powers back.”
“No! I won’t do it!”
“Then you’ll watch the dragon you love die,” Peacemaker hissed, holding a single claw a hair length from Kinkajou’s neck.
“Peacemaker, please! You can’t do this! Kinkajou is your friend!”
“There is no Peacemaker! It’s an enchantment. A prison of flesh and blood. I am Darkstalker and none of you are my friends!”
A bolt of lightning ripped across the sky with a roar that shook the stone beneath their feet. For a brief moment a flash of white light reflected in the tears rolling down the Seawing’s face.
“Make your choice, Turtle. Does she live, or does she die?”
A scene from the climax of my as of yet nonexistent Peacemaker fan fiction, Wings of Fire: Revenant (if you're new here, you can find related pictures in my gallery). Peacemaker gets back his memories of being Darkstalker and kidnaps Kinkajou to use as leverage against Turtle so that he will return him to his original form. Only one dragon can stop him, and she's in a race against the clock to reach him before it's too late. I was really inspired by the climax of Phantom of the Opera (Down Once More), hence the title.
I'm actually really, really proud of how Turtle came out. I've never drawn a full body Seawing before, and I'm really glad that he turned out so well. Rainwings are the hardest tribe for me to draw (don't ask me why, because I don't know) so I'm also happy that Kinkajou didn't end up looking like a total disaster. I had way too much fun with the lighting, just so you know.
No critique desired. Please respect that.
Wings of Fire belongs to Tui T. Sutherland
The art belongs to me, and you are not permitted to steal, trace, copy, reference, or otherwise redistribute it in any way. I also do not want to see this posted on RP sites, Facebook, YouTube, etc. without my permission. That's still art theft.
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