The Shadow dragon was coming.

"Who are you?" I cried. "Show yourself!"

Then a Nightwing appeared.

"M-moon?" I gasped.

But at that moment, she shifted, she got taller, and the silver teardrops near her eyes disappeared.

"I am not Moonwatcher," the voice whispered. "Who am I? For I don't know anymore."

"You're right, you're not Moon." I responded.

"I have died, yet I still walk on earth with my dear friend Fathom."

"But you're dead." I whispered. 

"I am in my new scales. Save us now." The voice responded, as if it was in a trance.

"Save who?" I asked, then Turtle appeared, and just like Moon, he changed.

"How?" I was about to ask, when the two nodded to other, and disappeared.

"Don't go!" I cried.

I woke up, gasping for breath.

I looked at my Clawmate, and best friend, Moonwatcher, who was sleeping peacefully.

Who are you really, Moon? Are you a ghost or are you real? I wanted to ask.