Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27600777-20171024230027/@comment-30921738-20171122221509

(oh.

nightwing like... in wings of fire? eh, nightwings are fairly easy to make...)

(and, eclipse will be 13 instead.)

Eclipse stared down the hallway. A photo of Terror snarling at mother. Another photo showed her dad, Hunter, fighting phantoms. And the photo next to that.... was of the phantom king staring down at Hunters dead body.

No...

Eclipse staggered back as if the the picture had just shot a bullet at her. More memories, flooding back.... but these memories were much sadder than before...

 Two years ago

 Eclipse flew in circles above her house. She loved being able to stretch her wings out as far as she could without knocking something over. The only place to do that was the sky. Endless sky all around her... she loved it. She could spread her wings and get rid of all those cramps she got from squeezing up into a tiny ball in her house. But in the sky, there was endless space, and nothing to knock into.

She spun around in circles, roaring in joy and not even noticing the mailman coming and going below her. After a long time of doing tricks in the sky, she landed at the door of her house. She opened the tiny door and squeezed inside.

Ugh, it was such a tiny house. She had gotten so big and she got cramps all the time. Her parents had gotten her a huge elephant sized bed that took up her whole room. The good thing was, the bed was big enough for her. Eclipse managed to squeeze into the kitchen and smiled at her mom. But she didn't smile back. Dried tears streamed down her cheeks and sit in the corner of her eyes. Her eyes were wide with disbeleif and sadness. Eclipse knew it had to be Dad.

Her dad, Hunter, had learned that a family of his kind of dragon had been trapped in a phantom prison. He offered to help the alphas and a small army to go break the prisoners out and destroy the prison. They had urged him not to, but he said that he had vowed to his family and tribe that he would help any dragon of his kind if they were in danger. This had apparently fascinated Mother, so she let him go. They had received a letter several days later that he had set up camp next to the prison and would attack the next day. Eclipse's little 3-year old brother wanted their dad to send them a selfie of himself and one of the alphas if they beat the phantoms.

"Velvet." Eclipse said. She rarely called her mother by her real name, but this was just enough for her mother to lift her head.

"He..." Velvet suddenly burst into tears. She held out a note and Eclipse read it.

 Dear Velvet,

Thank you for all your support in our small army. We are very grateful, including your husband Hunter. But I'm afraid I have some sad news for you. We just recently had stormed the phantom prison and freed all the prisoners. But while we were there, one of my warriors had informed me that the king was there. Your husband Hunter and four other warriors offered to drstract him while we freed the prisoners.

But when they returned, after our great victory, Hunter was not there. I am so sorry to say that your husband is no longer living. There were three other deaths. We buried them all in the battlefeild, and they will be always be remembered and greatly honored. I'm so very sorry.

<p style="font-weight:400;">But I have one more thing to tell you. Before battle, your husband told me that your son wanted a selfie with us Alphas.

<p style="font-weight:400;">           ~ Sir Gilbert

<p style="font-weight:400;"> Eclipse stared at the note in shock. At the end of the note was a picture of Hunter and Gilbert standing together in front of the prison. On the side, it looked like Liza had jumped into the background of the picture and photobombed it.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Eclipse could feel the tears pouring down. Her father was dead.