Moonwatcher lifted her chin. "Does anyone know what an Animus is?"

Inkwriter lifted his wing, his eyes glazed with excitement. "A dragon who can enchant objects at their will." He stated, proudly blinking.

Moonwatcher nodded to him. "Yes, and today we will be having a very special guest come and demonstrate." She smiled as Anemone came in, her head held high.

"Anemone has a free period, so we thought she could help with our lesson." Stated Moonwatcher, nodding to the SeaWing princess.

Mojave rolled his eyes from next to Storm, and Storm gave him a harsh glare.

"Sorry." He mouthed, turning back to the teacher. Anemone smiled and spread her wings in a stretch.

"Anemone, could you enchant this Apple to land on Mojave's head?" Moonwatcher asked, tilting her head and nodding to the bored SandWing.

"Mojave? Moon- isn't he..." She trailed off. "Yes, Alright then." She muttered something to herself, and the apple darted towards Mojave, who didn't react, and landed atop his sandy head.

Mojave reached up a talon and grabbed the apple, his eyes greatly annoyed. "Can't I demonstrate?" He asked Moonwatcher, his barb gently tapping the ground.

Storm stared in confusion. Demonstrate? She thought. Like... fling an apple at another's head?

Moonwatcher smiled at him. "Not today, Mojave, dear." She said, her eyes stern. "Perhaps tomorrow."

Mojave sulked, his head curved and his ears down. Storm wanted to wrap her wings around him, but held herself back, they weren't friends. They were never going to be friends.

Moonwatcher continued her lesson, clearing her throat she once more addressed the winglet. "You see. That is what everyone thinks an Animus is." She tipped her tail to Anemone.

"An Animus is treated like an object in most tribes. Unless of course, you are a SkyWing. Then of course, you are killed." She glanced sympathetically at Storm, who gave her a quizzical look back.

"An Animi's should not be used selfishly. Have any of you heard of Darkstalker?" Storm saw Anemone shudder at the name.

Everyone but Sphinx and Storm raised their talons. A look of triumph lay heavy on Whirlmist's face, like a smug glaze of fatty wolf that he forgot to clean off his snout.

"What is it?" Hissed Shiver, from where she sat next to him, her eyes glaring. "Why the face?"

Whirlmist smugly shifted his gaze to hers. "Because I know none of you have actually witnessed an evil Animus. I have." He cast a sideways glance at Stump who was sitting innocently with Sphinx.

The SeaWing adjudged the bright yellow necklace around his neck and blocked out Shiver, who hissed at him in frustration.

"Alright then. I won't get into much depth about him now, he is over 2,000 years after the scorching, and we are about 2,000 before the scorching in this class currently." She glanced her pretty eyes around the class.

"Darkstalker was a NightWing-IceWing hybrid, son of Prince Arctic and Foeslayer. He had a sister named Whiteout, and Darkstalker was a thrice-moon born dragon,

Darkstalker has Animus powers, mind-reading, and he could foretell the future. And in this, he found who he was destined to be married to; Clearsight.

Clearsight and Darkstalker grew up together with a SeaWing friend named Fathom, but when Darkstalker used his powers for evil to many times, he lost his soul and they sent him to sleep in a collapsing mountain.

He was awoken a couple years ago, but thankfully he is now carefully tucked into the forest." She didn't seem to delve on the rainforest, probably so others wouldn't be tempted to seek him out." She didn't seem to delve to deep on the rainforest, probably because he didn't want rumors to spread about a wiped dragon.

Moonwatcher blinked to Anemone. "Anemone doesn't lose her soul because she has a protection." She nodded to the bracelet. "And because she doesn't do evil spells."

She blinked warmly at Anemone. "Will you change your scales to look like Darkstalker for a moment?"

Anemone muttered some quiet words, ones that Storm barely caught on to. "Scales of light, scales of dark. Turn my scales into the dragon of north." Then her scales began to melt away into a black parade, some silver scales here, under the wings, behind the eyes like Storm's, and a row of white by her wings.

Anemone looked nothing like herself anymore.

"Mojave, come here." Moonwatcher beckoned Storm's clawmate up, and he rose, his head held high.

"Mojave, you have the band?" Moonwatcher asked, her eyes faintly worried as the SandWing showed her a rose gold snake-sculpted bracelet.

"Okay." She breathed. "Mojave, enchant your scales to look like Whiteout's."

He is an Animus? Storm blinked in surprise at the long limbed SandWing. Uhh what?

He mumbled to himself like Anemone, but his words were slightly louder. "Wings Of Ice, Wings Of Night, Transform my scales into the White of the Out!"

His sandy scales were instantly dyed white, then black little triangles began appearing along his neck. His eyes turned blue, and he looked like the most beautiful dragon she had ever seen.

Storm instantly wished that she looked as beautiful as the dragon in front of her, who looked genuinely displeased of his appearance. "Why did I have to be the girl!" He hissed softly, nodding to the 'Darkstalker' beside him.

Anemone's eyes twinkled. "Because your smaller." She murmured. "And I am way cooler."

"Said no one ever." Laughed Mojave, turning to face the wonder-eyed class.

Moonwatcher flapped our her wing to Anemone. "Darkstalker looked just like this. He was just like Whiteout, but with different scales. The Queen would invite him to more places because of the not-obvious hybrid form." She moved her wing to Mojave.

"Whiteout was a more interesting dragon. She had mental issues that affected her speech patterns and how she processed things. But besides this, she was barely ever anywhere because of her scales, and her lack of powers."

Moonwatcher nodded to the two dragons, and they both melted back into their normal looks. "Mojave, please return to your seat."

Mojave, holding up his tail high, abandoned them to his seat. His neck was arched with an important posture, and Storm couldn't help herself but snort at his ways.

Moonwatcher blinked slowly. "Anemone is going to show us one last thing before you head off to lunch, alright?"

All the dragonets nodded, even Whirlmist.

Moonwatcher closed her eyes. "Anemone, enchant their homework to make sure they do it."

Anemone chuckled, and said quite loudly; "Work of the den, work of the loan. Turn this homework to a spying drone." She smiled at the end.

"Don't worry." Anemone said. "The ending was fake."

Moonwatcher nodded. "Whirlmist, please pass these out." The prince looked surprised, but he stood up and made his way over to the desk.

He began passing out, deliberately avoiding Stump, then deliberately going straight to Mojave.

When Storm was handed her scroll, she quickly scanned it. It was... not normal homework.

Write three reasons why you think Animi lose their souls

Sketch a picture of Whiteout and list why you think she's different then Darkstalker

Tell me four things about any 'power' you have

Storm blinked. "That is strange." She said to herself.

Mojave peeked over her shoulder. "This seems fun." He whispered. "In a... homeworky kind of way."

Storm whipped around, hissing. "How come you didn't tell me you were an Animus?" She spat. "You dirty camel licking sandstorm!"

Mojave blinked in mock hurt. "I'm sorry princess, I didn't know after a five minute friendship I should tell you that I am a powerful dragon."

"Your right!" Snapped Storm quietly. "You should have said it RIGHT WHEN WE MET!"

Mojave's barb flicked dangerously beside him. "Please don't be angry." He whispered. "I'll give you anything you want, just name it!"

Storm curled her tail around her talons. "We can decide that later." She spat. "Right now, I don't want to talk to you!" She turned her back from him, her heart angrily pulsing.

The SandWing frowned at her, then turned and began to gather his things. The gong was going to ring any minute now, Storm new, so she started gathering her own things as well.

As the thud echoed through the room, all the dragonets filed out, Storm among them, but Mojave had stayed behind, casting a sad look in Storm's direction.

What's up with that disgusting creature?

Apparently peaceful sleep was never an option for Storm. First night, awoken by a stomachache, second, a mysterious scorching Animus, and third? Some crash.

Storm got to her talons and wearily glanced around for Mojave. He was laying on a bed he made, it was built from his dirty Animus claws, because he was too lazy to do the actual work.

She stumbled out the door, her eyes bleary. She stopped for a moment to adjust her eyesight, then continued on. The noise had come from Lotus and Inkwriter's room.

She quietly creaked open the door, seeing the two dragonets shuffling around, trying to pick up little brown and black creatures on the ground.

There were shards of broken glass around the room, and dozens of these little things.

Storm flung open the door, her eyes narrow. "What are you two doing?" She asked challengingly, watching the two freeze and stare at her.

"I- um..." Inkwriter turned towards Lotus, who disappeared on the spot, and reappeared in front of Storm.

"Inkwriter dropped his satchel which held his bugs, which he loves very much, and if he loves them we should save them. He loves his bugs, do you understand? We need to gather all the bugs because he loves them, if we don't gather them, he will be sad, he loves the bugs. HE LOVES THE BUGS."

Storm blinked. "Okay? I get it, he loves the bugs." She stared at Inkwriter. "I'll leave you two falcons at it, I need to get a good sleep."

"BUT HE LOVES THE BUGS!" Bellowed Lotus, sounder genuinely confused.

"I UNDERSTAND!" Snapped Storm, her eyes rolling. She had enough of the waking world for that day.

It was time to sleep.