Fight or Die

New Start

I sigh. He's right. Starting a rebellion against the war wouldn't help me. In the end it would leave me with a bigger hole in my heart.

"Let's go to the lost continent. I don't think Deathbringer will come. I will leave him a letter." I tell Darkstalker. He grins and nods.

I look down and see a piece of paper and pen have materialized in my lap. I quickly write a letter to Deathbringer.

Dear Deathbringer,

Hey, Deathbringer. It's Moon. I know this seems odd considering I'm dead. So I will explain.

I was kidnapped by Qibli's biological family in the Sand Kingdom. I was tortured to near death, starved, and mentally abused.

One day an animus, Jerboa created some form of a fake me to show Qibli I was dead. Even though I wasn't. Next thing I know I'm being dumped into battle.

I watched Kinkajou die. Also if you ever meet a Seawing named Turtle. Trust him. You don't want him on your bad side.

Finally I witnessed Qibli be stabbed in the stomach. It was by far the most horrifying thing I have ever witnessed.

Now I am going to travel to the lost continent. I have someone with me aswell. Someone I trust. But I can't ask you to drop everything and come with us. It's not fair.

So just know that I'm alive. I never died. I'm sorry this has all happened and now we are separated. I love you my brother.

Tell Glory I'm sorry about Kinkajou as well. And tell Glory Kinkajou died pursuing her dream, to be a hero.

I love you and I'm sorry.

Your sister,
Moon

A few tear drops hit the paper causing it to create water spots. I handed it to Darkstalker unsure of what to do.

"When do you wish he sees this?" he asks. "In a year. He is going through so much right now. Give him time to heal. If he sees it right now he might just follow us. But he needs to stay here." I say after a moment of thinking.

Darkstalker nods and the letter is gone. My guess the next time that letter is anywhere will be in a year with Deathbringer.

"Alright. Lets go."

"*"

We went to the Nightwing mountain. That was why I never met Darkstalker, they lived in the border. Whiteout was a small thin girl with extremely pale skin.

She had long curly white hair with black highlights. Whiteout had deep blue purplish eyes. She was mesmerizing.

But her thoughts were fascinating. She looked at the world through such an odd way. It was indescribable.

She grins widely the moment she saw Darkstalker.

"Whiteout!" Darkstalker exclaimed. She jumps into his arms and he twirls her around. I smiled.

A lady at the desk frowned. "Sir you need to leave." she said grouchily.

Now it was Darkstalker's turn to frown. "Actually, I am now twenty years old. I can legally adopt her." he retorted.

"She need two parental figures to adopt right now at this age." the woman says.

Darkstalker scowls. "I'm the other. Whiteout will be coming with us." I interject. The lady looks at me. I vaguely recognize her.

She grins evily at me. "Moon, what a surprise to see you. I see you've finally given up on that horrid Sandwing. It was quite a tragedy when the Nightwings found out."