The entire time they’d been walking, Nightwolf had been muttering things in her sleep. She had only just gone quiet an hour ago, though she had yet to wake up.
Night would be falling in about an hour according to Luana, so they decided to built camp. All they had on them were the weapons Luana had brought and the clothes on their backs, so they would be relying heavily on the warmth of a fire to help them survive the freezing night temperatures.
By the time it did get dark, the fire was set up and food had been gathered. Darina had found a pet bunny that she’d lovingly named “Veginightmare,” and Luana had killed Veinightmare’s entire family, cooked them, and had given their meat to the traumatized onlookers to eat.
Darina had declared herself a vegetarian, Time had looked guilty with every bite he took, and Swampy thought they were tasty.
She had begun to worry on whether Nightwolf would ever wake up when Darina had cleared her throat to speak.
“So.” She said. “Swampy, do you mind if we talk about this in front of Luana?”
Swampy immediately understood what she was talking about. “Um… could we not talk about this at all…?” She asked uncomfortably.
“What are you talking about?” Luana asked.
“I’d actually really like an explanation.” Time said. “You know, on the future thing.”
“Yeah.” Darina said.
“Um…” Swampy silently hoped that they’d see how uncomfortable she was with their questioning and give up, but their curiosity (and Luana’s confusion) made Swampy cave in.
She sighed. “Fine.” She said. “I’m a changeling.”
“...oh.” Luana said.
“How aren’t you extinct?” Darina asked. “Weren’t you guys like, hunted to death or something?”
“No idea.” Swampy answered truthfully. “I’ve never seen another Changeling, not even my parents.”
“Then who raised you?” Luana asked. “I mean, no way a baby could survive on their own.”
“I was raised by horses.” Swampy said. “I guess I was born as one or something. It wasn’t until I was four did I realize that I wasn’t a horse. My mom- er, one of the horses, said that I was a changeling, I had to keep my race a secret or it would endanger all the animals and probably Sapiens too, and that now that I had turned human for the first time it would be safer for me if I never transformed again. Of course I break that rule sometimes when I’m really mad or scared...”
“Wow.” Time said.
“So you can transform into a husky, a horse, what else?” Darina asked. “Like, can you transform into anything?”
“Only a horse, husky, and a burrowing owl.” Swampy said. “And since you’re all nosing into my life, I think it’s only fair that I know more about your lives too!”
“Oh no you don’t we’re not done questioning you y-” Darina began.
“Sure, what do you want to know?” Time interrupted.
And so, thanks to Time, everyone learned lot about everyone else’s personal lives.
Everyone except Nightwolf, because she was still asleep.
King had long ago decided that “The Day The Monarchy screwed up” as his parents liked to call it, had been the best thing that had ever happened to his family.
If the Gorik Kingdom hadn’t collapsed, King would have been taken from his family not long after he had been born to train as an elite soldier. Not because he was a Drakon of an unusual color, but because he was so obviously the reincarnation of the ancient dragon Gorik himself. This had become evident as soon as he’d begun fire breathing!
Lucky him though! The Gorik Kingdom couldn’t have chosen a better time to get destroyed! Now he was free to do whatever he wanted, make as many friends as he wanted, and especially eat as much seaweed as he wanted!
At least, that was the case until he ran into a rather problematic problem.
“The volcano destroyed the seaweed???” He cried out in horror. “It’s all gone?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so.” His dad said simply. “The lava leaked into the ocean where they grow and the temperatures became just too high for them to survive.”
“I’ll have to find somewhere with lots of seaweed then!” King said. “Dad, lower the bridge, I’m leaving the island!”
And so his dad did, knowing that not only would it teach him some important things about the outside world, but also that even if he tried he wouldn’t be able to stop King.
Nor would the rest of the world…
A month later, King found himself dazed and bleeding, sand clinging to him as the ocean’s waves threatened to pull him into their depths.
He stared up at the sky, still not quite sure what had happened until the serpent wolf put it’s scaley, clawed hand on his throat and applied pressure. “Schlay… ohklay…” It struggled to say in Altraean. “Orch… death…”
It’s threat made, the Serpent Wolf disappeared back into the long grass at the edge of the beach.
King knew it was still watching.
Though he had still not recovered from the dizziness, he attempted to get to his feet.
He fell back into the water with a big splash and a small squelch as the sand tried to swallow him up.
It didn’t take him long to recover and as soon as he could walk straight he was moving along the beach, wiping blood and sand from his wounds. It was only the third time he’d been injured during his journey and he just couldn’t get over the unpleasantness of it.
It was okay though. That Serpent Wolf had clearly said “Stay okay, or death.” That meant he’d better be careful cuz he might get ambushed by something! Maybe that something was the rest of it’s pack!
He’d better stay away so the Wolf’s warning wouldn’t be in vain!
He heard splashing and he turned to the ocean in curiosity. The was a blue person with strange looking hair and a weird lavender hat battling the currents. They were clearly trying to get back into the ocean but the waves kept throwing them off balance and dragging them back.
“Hey! Are you ok?” King asked. “Do you need help?”
As he said this, he noticed the flipper-like feet. Their hair was actually tentacles. The hat wasn’t a hat at all.
“Help would be wonderful,” The Cyanea panted.
Btw the Serpent Wolf had really been threatening to kill King if he entered it's territory again