Winglet : Isolation

Prince Turtle did not return to Deep Palace. In fact, it took her considerate amount of time before she realised that. For the whole morning she had been searching around the palace without even a glance of his tail. It was only after a generous noble pointed her to the Summer Palace that she realised it.

Oh, how she was fuming with the heat of a volcano. Surely, one of the servant who worked there knew about it. Surely, they were keeping this information away from her. And surely, they are having the time of their life watching her turning the place inside out in a fright.

But she digressed, anything was better than losing Prince Turtle. That would have definite made her lose her head. Figuratively and literally.

The sun was high in the sky before she finally was able to locate Prince Turtle at the Summer Palace in his writing room. He was sitting in front of his desk with a seaweed cushion underneath him reading a scroll. Beside him was a pile of scrolls, all of them intact.

Rainbow tried to greet the little prince, but he gave her no response. His claw was busy tracing the words along the lines. Muttering to himself while occasionally jolting down some notes on a blank sheet.

At least, he's working on something.

The room itself had mostly return its former glory. Tidal must have finally sent someone to clean the room after Prince Turtle hadn't return for days. The floor was scraped clean of the black smudges. A neatly fresh seaweed bed was in place. Those scrapes of torn papers were no longer scattered around, were instead placed in one corner. However neat it had been stacked, those torn scrolls stayed torn. So were the stone shelf. Once filled, now it was empty. Except for one stack of scroll that were the writings from Queen Coral.

"So, what are you reading?"

Rainbow didn't wait for an answer. She was already making her way closer to the little prince. Hoping that by glancing the content of the scroll, she might be able to guess what it was. But her tail accidentally tripped against the pile of torn scrolls. Scattered the scrolls all over the floors.

Clumsy tail.

She picked the pieces of the scroll. This time she spotted words like 'Talking-Scavenger', 'Brave', 'Courage', 'Heroes' and the likes.

By the time she had re-stacked the scroll, Prince Turtle was gone. Leaving an imprinted cushion from his reading spot. The thin rolls on the right side of the scroll suggested that he had finished reading the scroll.

She uncurled the scroll to the left and started to read them.

...

And so, after banishing his friend, Fathom too went disappeared into the sea. No one know where he went. Or if he ever used his magic again.

However, one thing was certain: Fathom, by using his animus magic, had saved the world from what could possibly another massacre.

...

Rainbow felt her stomach twist itself by reading the word 'massacre'. This word was not a stranger to any SeaWing.

Everyone knew the nightmarish story of Albatross. The psychopath SeaWing animus dragon. Who was snapped at a royal party and kill everyone using just a mere knife. A feat only possible by using animus magic.

But what exactly was the animus magic? Nobody exactly knew. It enabled the likes of Albatross killing everyone with ease. On the other talon, there was Fathom who used his power to stop a rising evil. Possible saving the whole world from a disaster.

With a speed of swordfish, a talon swoop down and snatched the scroll away from the reading desk.

"What do we have here? Reading on duty? Tsk. Tsk. Rainbow"