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A cold white mist slowly pushed past the fabric door of a balcony opening, slowly pushing into the ashen black castle with the patience of a cloud. The chamber inside was dark besides the glowing streams of moonlight pushing through the same fabric, sending silver beams of light into the room. In the middle of one of those streams lay a red dragon, curled up tightly within his velvet nest of blankets and pillows. He stirred restlessly as the mist passed over him, almost seeming to reach down and touch the top of his snout.

The drake's eyes snapped open with a rumble, blinking in confusion. He slowly raised his head, looking around his sleeping chamber in confusion. As his eyes fell on the curling white mist he went still, a low rumbling shaking his throat. The white mist seemed to respond to this noise, curling around itself as though alive, and from the mist solidified another dragon. One with pure white scales that glowed softly in the light of the moon.

The red drake narrowed his eyes in suspicion, "Dialn? What are you doing here?"

The white drake smiled in response, "Vitto, it's been a while."

Vitto got to his feet, glancing at the other fabric door that was covering the inner entrance to his chambers.

"It's late," Dialn said, noticing his nervous glance, "The likelihood that anyone would be passing by here is low at best."

"It's still possible," responded the red dragon with a huff, "Could you at least take on the form of a fire dragon?"

"Aah, always the cautious one. I've been a fire dragon for at least a week. It feels good to get the opportunity to stretch as what I truly am," Dialn responded with a slight smirk, stretching out and flapping his glittering wings.

Vitto snorted, "You didn't answer my original question. What are you doing here?"

The white dragon took a moment to look around the other drake's chambers, "Oh, Elder Eledior sent me."

"Eledior?"

"Yes. She wants you to come back to the conclave, effective immediately."

"What? Why? My report isn't due for another couple of months."

"She is relieving you of your position."

It took a couple of moments for Vitto to respond, "What!?"

"Yep. She thinks the near... what... thirty years you've been here has been good enough to get you experienced with infiltration. She has some other things she needs of you now."

"But... but..." Vitto hesitated a moment as Dialn looked at him with a tilted head, "It'll be quite difficult to get another spirit dragon into this position."

"Oh, I know. I've been studying you for the past week and you have really ingrained yourself into here's royal family, far beyond what I think even Eledior even expects. But those are her orders."

Vitto sat down on his haunches, his tail flicking back and forth in anxious movements, looking down at his talons.

Dialn frowned at his reluctance, "I thought you would be happy. You get to finally be yourself again. You know, wear your white scales. Have a bit of a chance to relax without the worry of being caught."

"I... I know," Vitto replied, "It's just..."

When the red dragon didn't continue Dialn pressed on, "It's just what?"

"I really think that I would be the only spirit dragon able to get so far. Taking me out of here would be a big mistake."

The white drake shrugged his wings, "That will have to be something you will have to take up with Eledior. I'm just the messenger."

"Do I have to leave now? It'll seem a bit strange if I just disappear into the middle of the night."

"That should be fine. Not in a massive rush or anything. Besides, I got this really nice place I'm staying somewhere in the middle of the city. It's called the... Roaring Flame... I think."

Vitto wrinkled his snout, "Of course you would go there. Argh, I guess I'll meet you there sometime tomorrow."

"Ah, don't be such a tail twister. Fire dragons sure do know how to throw a party."

Vitto rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to retort when a rustle from the canvas distracted him. It lifted up with a jolt, revealing a young fire drake, staring in surprise at the scene before him. Dialn let out a hiss, spinning toward the fire dragon with spread wings, while Vitto felt panic rise within him. He glanced at Dialn, who took a step forward with a snarl, and then looked back at the fire dragon standing before them. He realised what was about to happen a moment too late.

"Zymre! Run!" he roared out, moving into action as he leaped from his nest toward the white drake.

Dialn dissipated into mist, surging forward with speed as the young fire dragon, Zymre, took a hesitant step backward. Vitto could see it in his eyes. His confusion. The spark of fear. The hesitation.

"NO!" he cried out.

Dialn solidified back into a white dragon, the spear-tipped tail launching forward. Zymre let out a grunt as the blade went through his throat, shaving through scales and bone with ease, and sprouted out the back of his neck. His eyes widened before his body fell limp against the weight of the spirit dragon, unmoving.

Silence echoed through the castle as Dialn took a couple of deep breaths, recovering from the sudden exertion, before whirling around to face Vitto with anger written on his face, "What in the world was that... AAAH!"

Vitto was seeing red. He launched himself forward, closing the distance between them with three quick wing assisted jumps, and raked his claws across the side of Dialn's face. He continued with the attack, pinning the other dragon to the ground with a vicious snarl. The attack didn't last long however as the white dragon dissipated back into mist, quickly swirling past Vitto and solidifying above him, landing on his back and driving the red drake to the ground.

"What are you doing?" growled Dialn.

Vitto didn't respond, dissipating into an ethereal mist himself and quickly darting to the side and solidifying... into another pure white spirit dragon. With a roar he launched himself at Dialn, stabbing with his tail and slashing with his claws. Dialn staggered backward, becoming mist as he retreated for a moment, and solidifying with an enraged snarl.

"You know, Eledior feared you may be growing too close. I guess here the proof is," growled Dialn.

Vitto didn't answer, prowling forward with a dangerous snarl of his own. The sound of claws against stone momentarily distracted the two of them as those that had heard the raucous quickly converged on the spot. Dialn let out a huff, taking a couple of steps away from Vitto toward the still close blinds.

"Traitor," he growled at Vitto, blood beginning to seep from the claw marks in his face, staining the white scales.

Dialn disappeared into mist, quickly swirling around the edges of the fabric doorway and escaping into the night. Vitto hesitated to chase after him, but as he heard the running footsteps getting closer he forced himself to calm down. He became the ethereal mist again, before solidifying into the same scarred red dragon from before. He turned and quickly moved over to the still form of Zymre.

"No, no, no," he nosed at the body in despair, "Please no."

There was no response. He let out a hilted sob, tears sliding from his eyes as the guards within the hallway closed in on his position.

* * *

Athaer, queen of the fire nation, sat, still, as she looked at the body before her. She recognised this feeling. This tearing inside her. Like a hole had been torn from her chest, and she was bleeding out. Though instead of blood, it was a salty tear slipping down the side of her muzzle. And instead of a physical wound, it was a chasm in her soul. But filling that chasm, rather rapidly, was a dripping rage.

"Say that again," she growled with barely contained fury.

"A... a white drake," Vitto said, his own anger barely contained in his words, "Pure white, with the ability to turn into a mist. I... confronted him when he entered my chambers. And when Zymre arrived... when Zymre arrived he just... I... I couldn't stop him."

"A spirit dragon," growled Athaer.

The mere mention of them sent rivets of rage through her. She could feel the fire within her boiling to the breaking point. And she could see the nervous glances of her subjects around her, as well as feel the flickering flames dancing over her scales in tandem with her emotions. But as she looked down upon the body before her. The body that was her son. Her son, which she had driven away not hours before in anger at his invasive questions. She lowered her head, clenching her eyes as more tears threatened to overwhelm her.

She stayed like that for several minutes, warring with the emotions whirling through her, each breath a spike rammed through her throat. Slowly she raised her head. Yova and Ember, her other son and her daughter, were wrapped in an embrace, crying into each other. Vitto was staring forward, his eyes filled with guilt and anger. Anastasia, a human whom Athaer had given the job of looking after her hatchlings, was sitting, back against the wall, staring forward with a tearful expression. Elessia, a chaos dragon with deep red scales and black horns sobbed into her wing as she was witnessed to the unmoving form of her mate.

And Zymre, his body lay on a stretcher in the middle of her meeting chamber, his eyes closed as though resting and peaceful, but lacking the need breath of a living being. Despite the work of the life dragons, of the prayers of a begging mother, or the begging of a weeping mate, that was where he stayed. Dead.

There were several other dragons within the chamber as well, including two green life dragons, and several other fire dragon guards. With murmured voices, they spoke amongst themselves. She could see the anger on several of their faces. As well as the guilt. An assassin had slipped past them. But it wasn't their fault. It was impossible to see when a spirit dragon would come.

"You said you wounded the spirit dragon, Vitto?" she asked with a calmed rage.

"Y...yeah. I scratched his face."

She looked at the fire-starved drake, "How badly."

"P...probably enough to take out an eye."

She nodded thoughtfully, "I want every palace guard out there. Search for anything with a wounded eye. Human, animal, dragon. I don't care what. A wounded spirit dragon can't maintain their ethereal form for long, and their wounds transfer across forms. I want everyone on this. Put a hard border around the city. Nothing leaves. Find the dragon and bring him in, alive if you can, dead if it's too much trouble."

"B... but your highness... there are millions within the city..." stammered one of the drakes at the daunting tasks.

"Get it done," she snarled at the questioning drake, "And look out for any dragon acting strangely and suspiciously. They can possess others."

The guards glanced at each, before clambering to follow her order. They quickly left the castle, roaring out the orders and the information needed to every other soldier within the castle. Yova stepped forward, seeming to have calmed down for the moment.

"Let me join in mother," he said.

"Me too," demanded Ember with a snarl.

Athaer nodded, "Go together. You to Vitto. I want everyone on this."

"My pleasure your majesty," growled Vitto.

The three of them quickly left the castle, ushering commands of their own to any confused guards. Athaer watched them go. She was left alone in the throne room beside the body of her son, only with Anastasia. The life dragons had left with everyone else, also enraged at the death of their prince. The fire dragoness walked up to the body, and let her emotions run. With great heaving sobs, she cried for the death of her son.

A gentle hand was placed on her shoulder, and she looked to the side to see Anastasia, standing and looking down at the body. There were tears on the woman's face but passed that an expression of anger and rage. The same loss any mother would feel for a deceased child. The two stay like that for several moments, steadily comforted by the other's presence.

"... I'm going to rip them all apart," said Athaer with a stammered rumble, "I'm going to turn their entire conclave to ashes."

Anastasia nodded solemnly, "I... I never thought... I never thought he would be taken... so quickly."

The queen shuddered at the words, "It's my fault."

Anastasia looked up at her in surprise.

"I... I pushed him away. He asked about his father... and I couldn't... I wouldn't tell him. If I had just told him... if I had just told him this wouldn't have happened."

The human's eyes hardened, "It's the spirit dragon's fault. Maybe you were wrong to keep that secret from him, but you aren't the reason he is dead."

Athaer shook her head, the feeling of guilt flooding her, "That may be so. Still doesn't change that I... that I put him in that situation."

"You don't know what happened Athaer. From what Vitto told us, it seems like that assassin was sent to kill Zymre."

Athaer stilled at that, a new rage finding her, "You're right. He did attack as soon as Zymre was found and didn't seem to go directly after Vitto. Though perhaps he would have if was able to take him by surprise. Spirit dragons don't like to be seen."

"So, the spirit dragons were after your son then."

Athaer growled, "I'm going to take back what they said before. I'm not going to ruin their conclave... I'm going to incinerate them from the face of the earth."

Anastasia shuddered at her anger.

"Starting with the one that killed my son. But to find a spirit dragon we need someone that has dealt with them before."

* * *

The city went into lockdown as it was searched high and low by thousands of fire dragons, all searching for the spirit dragon that had killed their prince. Even the general populace began to help. Some reported sightings of a fire dragon with an injured snout skulking through the many alleyways within the burned clay buildings. Mothers nervously stopped their hatchlings from running out onto the street. Everyone who wasn't helping with the search stayed within their homes, and everyone else, under the queen's orders, stayed in pairs, making sure that the other was not acting suspiciously.

Several days passed like this, but Vitto found no evidence of his fellow spirit dragon. Despite how impressive the lockdown had been, he seriously doubted it would stop an adequate spirit drake from flying out. With as much cloud cover as there was over the fire city and the number of dragons around, it was simply impossible. And he knew Dialn had always been quite good at infiltration.

Still, he continued to search, desperate to find a glimpse of the drake. He went everywhere he could think of, even checking the Roaring Flame for any evidence of him. But there was nothing left that could link him back to the spirit dragon's location. He knew that if he had been in Dialn's situation, he would have gone straight for the ocean and turned into a fish or a shark, then swam away around the coastline. If that was the case, then Dialn was long gone. He let out an annoyed growl as he approached the large castle where Athaer was once again holding a meeting. Apparently, she had found a dragon that was good at finding spirit dragons.

It sounded like a massive scam to Vitto. Though he was a little surprised to find out that Athaer herself knew quite a lot about his kind, the likelihood of a dragon being knowledgeable enough to track down a spirit dragon, and still be alive, was incredibly unlikely. He landed out the front of the massive castle gate, and entered the ashen black building, quickly walking down toward the throne room.

There were already a dozen or so other dragons within the throne room, including a couple of chaos dragons, and a yellow lightning dragoness. He quickly made his way around the edge to sit near Yova and Ember, who were near their mother. The two siblings nodded solemnly at him, to which he responded back. His heart still ached for their loss. The worst part about it was it was his fault. If he hadn't been there... then Zymre wouldn't be gone. If he hadn't lied to them about his true nature... then Zymre wouldn't be gone. The thought was a prevailing one that had held sway over him for the past couple of days. One that tore him up inside.

He looked at Athaer. The queen was sitting on her platform, the only hint of emotion coming from her was the extreme heat radiating from her scales. It felt uncomfortable to him, and he could see several human servants standing at the far edges of the meeting chamber, putting pillars between themselves and the fire queen to shield themselves from the heat.

"Do you know anything about this dragon that apparently knows about spirit dragons?" Ember asked Vitto.

The drake shook his head, "No idea. Only that his name is Ezeki. I... I wouldn't get my hopes up though, Ember. I think our killer is long gone."

She nodded her head solemnly, "I... I know."

He saw Athaer glance at them out of the corner of her eye, and then let out a huff. Vitto lowered his head a little at her gaze. He knew she would be talking to him later. But with all the lies he was currently holding, he couldn't give Ember another one. Especially one that only gave false hope.

There was a rustle of movement from the other side of the meeting chamber as a dragon accompanied by a human walked in. As Vitto saw him he felt his entire body freeze. The dragon, Ezeki, had several bags strapped onto his back. He was a fire dragon, with red scales twisting around his snout and down his neck, as well as the yellow underbelly. His eyes were intelligent and calculating as he took in every single thing within the throne room with a single glance. Several familiar scars ran across his snout and neck. He felt Ember let out a rumble of surprise beside him.

"He looks like you Vitto," she said.

Vitto didn't respond. He could feel the panic increasing within his chest and he took a staggered step backward. Athaer had taken a step forward herself, a low rumble in her own chest as she looked at this new dragon.

"Your majesty," the drake said, bowing his head, "Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Ezeki."

Athaer was silent for several moments as she stared down at the drake, her body so still that it was as though she was a statue.

"Ezeki," she said slowly, as though tasting the name, "Ezeki... you don't happen to be fire starved, do you?"

'Please say that you are... please, please, please,' Vitto inwardly begged.

Ezeki seemed slightly surprised at this question, and shook his head, "No your majesty, I am not."

"Perhaps you would like to give a demonstration," The dragoness continued, her voice shaking slightly.

Ezeki nodded, and opened his mouth, breathing a snap of flames from his muzzle. The fire curled through the air like in a burst of heat, before disappearing as their source closed his mouth. There was quiet murmuring as the dragons within the throne room spoke to each other, slightly confused with their queen's line of questioning. But Vitto knew. Vitto knew all too well. He took another step back.

Athaer's eyes turned toward him with the full fury of an enraged star. He could feel it, burning through him as a spear piercing its target. He looked up at her, trying not to give away his fear, but it was impossible. His tail was twitching behind him like a snake trapped between talons. There was a silent pleading in his eyes, one that the queen ignored with direct intent.

"You," she hissed, "It was you."

Vitto shook his head desperately, "Wh... what are you talking about?"

"It was you all along. From the very beginning. And I was blind to it."

"Your highness... I... I must be missing something," he stammered, seeing the confusion in the rest of the chamber as they watched their queen accuse one of her most trusted dragons.

"Stop..." Athaer growled, stepping down from her podium toward him, "Stop lying to me."

"I'm... not..."

"STOP LYING TO ME!" she roared out with fury, "Take your true form, you snake."

He shook his head again, backing up so that his tail was pressed against the wall, "I didn't kill him."

"I... said," Athaer snarled, "Take your true form... or I will burn off your scales one at a time until you do."

He looked desperately around the rest of the chamber as they watched with increasing interest. No one dared stand up against the queen. At least, most of them.

"Mum... what are you doing," Ember said, "Vitto isn't a spirit dragon. He... he can't be. He would never... do that... to Zymre."

Athaer glanced at her, "Spirit dragons are masters of manipulation Ember. They can fake emotions... it seems. They sneak into nations with stolen forms, under the guise of being element starved, and kill any who find out their secrets."

Vitto shook his head, feeling tears breaking from the corner of his eyes, "I didn't kill him."

"Take your true form," Athaer repeated, whipping her head back toward him with a snarl, flames beginning to flicker along her scales as the heat from her increased to near unbearable levels.

Vitto lowered his head, knowing there was no way out. A tear slipped from his eye as he allowed himself to fade into mist, before solidifying himself again in the white form of a spirit dragon. A collective gasp washed over the chamber. He looked at Athaer in the eye, his sorrow and guilt as evident as his scales. She hesitated a moment, a tormented look passing over her eyes.

"...All these years..." she said with despair, "It's... it's been you."

"I didn't kill Zymre," he repeated softly, "It was another spirit dragon. I tried to stop them. But they got away."

A dark rage flowed through the fire queen. Fire erupted over her body and the flaming torches along the wall began to burn larger and brighter as their flames twisted into the air, reaching out toward him like hungry hands.

"Why would I trust a single word you say?"

Vitto sank back against the wall, eyes darting left to right as he took in the flames beginning to surround him on all sides. There was no escape. Not that he wanted to anyway. He had known the risk of staying. He had known what would happen if Athaer found out about him. He had lied to her, and spied on them all these years, giving away information that would have been best left unheard. But even still, he had hidden some information away, some that he knew would cause great damage to the fire nation should Eledior find out. And he knew, in his heart, that despite his species, he would rather follow Athaer than the dragoness that he was supposed to be loyal to.

"Maybe you shouldn't," he said softly, feeling a tear trickle down his muzzle, "I've lied to you all these years... it is true. I was afraid... I was afraid of what would happen if you found out. But all my admiration, my dedication... my love for you and your hatchlings. I could have never had faked that. Because I am loyal to you Athaer. Not the monsters that rule the rest of my species. You."

He could see the hesitation in her, see the warring emotions that rushed through her. He had been such a pivotal role in both her and her offspring's life.

"Loyal... to me?" she murmured out, closing her eyes, struggling to hold back her own tears, "You have manipulated me. Stolen information from me. I always wondered how Eledior knew about the element stones. But it was you... all this time... NO! You speak of loyalty! Well here is the price of your so-called 'loyalty'!"

Her eyes snapped open and she spread her wings. Vitto let out a yelp, covering his head with his own wings as the fire that had been steadily growing like a wall around the queen shot forward. He braced himself for the pain of fire. To be turned to ash in an instant, like he had seen the queen do to other dragons on multiple occasions. He expected the heat to wash away all else. But nothing happened. The heat around him was intense, burning away at the very stone beneath his feet. But nothing touched him. He lowered his wing, staring in surprise as he found a dragon standing between him and the queen.

"Ember... what are you doing?" growled Athaer.

"Mum... don't. You're not thinking straight," the younger dragoness said.

"Get out of the way."

"No. He couldn't have killed Zymre mum. It wasn't him."

"Don't let his lies deceive you."

"I'm not! But I know it wasn't him! It couldn't have been him! Do you think he would have stayed if he did? Do you think he would have shed tears? Or tried so desperately to find the real killer if he was the one that killed Zymre in the first place!?"

"He's a spirit dragon! Do you know what they do? What they've done? There isn't a single thing that is off-limits to their kind. Not a single damn thing."

Ember looked back at him as he crouched against the wall, looking back at her with desperation and fear. The young dragoness took a deep breath, turning back to her mother in defiance.

"He isn't the rest of his kind. He cared for us."

"It was a lie!"

"Well, he did a better job of it than you ever did!" Ember roared back, surprising Vitto.

Athaer seemed taken back by her words as well. The fire around her wilted slightly as the queen took a step back. The entire chamber was silent. Dragons shuffled in uneasiness, unsure whether to jump in and help or stand back and let the scene play out. The only dragon that didn't seem phased by Ember's words was Ezeki, the drake glaring at Vitto with suspicion and slight anger of his own.

The queen folded her wings back to her side, the fire dying around her. Vitto let out a breath of relief, as did Ember, though she stay where she was. They both knew that if Athaer really wanted to, her daughter would not stop her from killing the spirit dragon. But it seemed Ember's words had broken through to the enraged dragoness.

"Vitto, tell me the truth," said Athaer after several more moments of silence, "Unfettered. No more lies. What happened?"

It took Vitto several seconds to find his voice, "A spirit dragon came to get me... one named Dialn. He... he said Eledior was taking me away from here. While we were talking... Zymre walked into my chamber. He got surprised... we all were... but Dialn reacted first. I tried to stop him... but I was too slow. We fought... and I wounded him as I said... but he got away."

The queen nodded her head slowly. She seemed to realise that the rest of the dragons within the chamber were watching them with wide eyes. She straightened herself, fire flickering around her to evaporate the left-over tears in her eyes. Her voice became regal and unemotional.

"Vitto I banish you from the fire nation, never to return," she spoke with harsh judgement.

"What! Mum-!" Ember began in protest.

Athaer's glare silenced her, "While he may not have killed your brother, he still fed our enemies information for thirty years. That alone should be enough for him to die, but considering what he has done for you and your... brothers... I will be lenient."

"Your majesty, are you sure that is wise?" Ezeki asked, "He could have information on you and your hatchlings that could be... harmful."

Athaer looked at the spirit drake, who was still curled against the wall, "Maybe... but he attacked another spirit dragon. They don't take kindly to that."

Vitto took a deep breath, standing up a little straighter, nodding his head sadly, "I won't be welcomed back there... not after what I did."

Ezeki grunted but stay silent. Ember glanced at him with a forlorn expression. He gave her a smile. In truth... he was surprised Athaer even allowed him a chance. It was better than what he had moments ago.

"I'll be fine," he told her.

He took a couple of steps forward, looking around at the dragons around him. He could feel the anger in their glares. Many had been friends. Teachers, and students. They had looked to him for advice, and he had offered them help. They wouldn't take this betrayal lightly, but they would follow the word of their queen.

"Vitto," Athaer said with a rumble, "If you ever come back here... I will kill you."

"I know," he said softly, "And for what it's worth... I'm sorry."

With that he launched into the air, fading into the ethereal mist as he made his way through one of the open windows and out into the sky, quickly heading toward the ocean where he knew he would be able to escape.

* * *

Several hours later Athaer sat on the balcony of her personal chambers, staring out over the city before her. Her tears were dried up, and her anger muted. The only emotion she could really feel was sorrow. A dull ache beating in her heart. One that reminded her of the loss of her son... and the loss of a friend. She was glad Ember had stopped her. She didn't think she could forgive herself for killing the spirit dragon... enraged as she was of his secret.

The tapping of talons drew her attention, and she turned to see her remaining hatchlings standing behind her. Yova stood straight and tall, while Ember looked at the ground, refusing to meet Athaer's eyes.

The queen took a deep breath, steadying herself for what she was about to say, "I called you both here... to say sorry."

Ember's head shot up in surprise, and Yova's stoic expression broke away, replaced with disbelief.

"You are right Ember. I have not been taking care of you the way... the way a mother should. It's too late for me to make up for that time now. But perhaps I can do better over the coming years."

"Mum... you don't have to apologise," Yova said hesitantly.

"No, I do. If had been better than perhaps Zymre would still be..." Athaer trailed off for a moment, before shaking her head with a shuddering breath, "No... I am sorry. And I promise you right now that I will do everything in my power to avenge your brother's death. Eledior... and her conclave need to be dealt with. I have been holding back, for now, to focus on the kingdom, but I cannot allow this to slide. I hope you two will help me."

Her two hatchlings looked at each other, anger in their eyes. Yova nodded his head while Ember growled her approval.

"Good," Athaer took another shuddering breath, "Then there is one more thing I would like to discuss... something I should have told you a long time ago. About a dragon named Abelan... the one who was... is your father."

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