Who was she? Names floated through her head. Dreamstalker. Marsh. Heliconia. Voidchaser. Nami. None of them stuck. Her body flickered. Mudwing, Nightwing, Rainwing. Repeatedly. The same ones. Her very thoughts being changed. The last thing she remembered was begging for mercy in front of that Animus. Well, I suppose one could say this is the current state of Marsh. Controlled by Dreamstalker, barely able to remember her name, lost in her own mind. What a day. Pt. 2: “From now on, you will not only do what I say, but will be completely under my control. I will see what you see, as well. Until I say otherwise.” Those words still rang in her head. How long had it been? A month? Two? She couldn’t keep track of time. It could’ve been a day, or a moon. She’d given up on rescue. She was almost certain that nobody cared about her anymore. Not even Nami. That was a name she remembered. It was so unfair. She couldn’t figure out her name, but she knew some dumb Seawing’s. Go figure. She slammed her talon into the ground. A pitch black talon. Just like the Animus. She called him Puppetmaster. And she was his puppet. Puppet. Not a bad name. Better described her than anything else. The dragonet smiled. She could get used to calling herself Puppet. Pt. 3 The swallowing darkness loomed over the tiny Nightwing. Puppet was scared. Terrified. This massive shadow slowly consumed everything around her. No matter how fast she flew, it was always faster. She couldn’t outrun it... As it came near, she felt a horrible, chilling force grab on to her. She screamed as she felt unbearable, horrible, terrible pain, like nothing she’d ever felt. Her body got ripped to shreds, shadowy, draconic figures tearing her apart. And the pain... she just wanted it to stop...
Credit to @SilvertheCoder for Dreamstalker, myself for Marsh, and @TheLegendaryLugia for Quiet Nightmares. And myself for the art.
