The 10 year old rebel

Celestia was now 10 which meant she was officially the semi god of the NightWings under the direct authority of Oculus. She didn't really know what to think about it. It kinda sounded exiting and fun, but on the other hand she didn't like being told what to do. As her first act as NightWing semi god she was rebelling, by running away. And in true daughter of Astral fashion she was running away to another tribe's territory she wasn't suppose to be in. Her first target was the SkyWings.

The sun began to rise as she glided above a forest within SkyWing territory. Celestia had taken the time it took to travel here to flip her sleep scheduled around so she was awake during the day. It was miserable, but it was the only way she was going to meet anyone interesting. Gliding down to a lake Celestia landed and dipped her head in the water for a bit of a drink. She was unaware that her adventure was already spicing up.

((I dunno if i can but im joining with my Moon, who is mute))
MoonWing had just got finished with his work, when he heard a knock on his workshop door. Moon opened it, flipped the sign over and pointed to the sign that said: Closed for business The dragon sighed and walked away. Moon took out his lunch that he packed and ate it. He then jumped into the air and flew in the opposite direction of his cave. He wanted to relax right now. He eventually got to a small lake and landed. He laid down and closed his eyes. He soon fell asleep.

Haneul was, as always, patrolling. So he noticed the strange Dragon in the sky. He also noticed it was a NightWing. "A very long way from home, unless it's a rogue." But he didn't attack just yet; Han may hate non-SkyWings, but he wasn't completely hostile. After all, this Dragon could only be passing through SkyWing land on their way to the main continent. Still, he made a point of following. He watched as they landed at a lake, the same which a fellow SkyWing was resting beside. The Guardian dived down and landed nearby, watching closely.

A large, dark, void consumed the sky as the realm of Nimbus grew somber. At a moment's peace, everything was silent. The only noises could be traced back to the cavern of the God Of Death as he composed of new sculptures made of the remnants of someone's passing soul's skeleton. More than expected, his realm was much like an art gallery than a graveyard. A bright, charming source of light came from a cage full of fireflies he had birthed from the souls of hatchlings, reshaped, and relocated them to this respectful prison.

Many of the passing days have been boring, lifeless, and dull. The only greetings he had gotten within the recent times was just the groans and complaints of the dead not accepting their fate as the summer months passed as he was thus engaged, heart and soul, upon one pursuit. Satisfaction. He truly felt disturbed at what lie upon this stone table. A lifeless pile of decomposing matter which the worm would inhabit if not gracefully taken in by the hand of the immortal, Nimbus. Upon this pile, he could bring animation. Joints locked together and expressing the capacity of motion. He could remember his father's words. To never put himself in a position of ultimate disaster. He knew well of his status, yet, he could not tear away from his everlasting employment of balancing a fatal passion with life.

Was this really what he'd be doing for the ends of time itself? Shut inside of a cavern, turning people into spirits with the company of skeletal sculptures? The thought flew around in his mind. His critical thinking grew emaciated, possessed by the hope of one day seeing a sun and offering a feedback of no more than a smile. But he could recall several opportunities to balance a happy life and a professional one. With Astral.

Upon the birth of the thought of Astral, Nimbus paced back and forth in the most divine agitation, listening attentively to the moans and snarls of angered spirits, catching and fearing the sound as if it were to announce the approach of the demoniacal corpses he had so miserably given life. No mortal could support the eagerness and horrific of that countenance. A mummy again endued with animation could not be so hideous as the creations of Nimbus.

Nimbus gazed upon his sculptures unfinished; no more than a pile of bones then; but when the joints and bones will be rendered capable of motion, it was no less than a zombie in the realm of mortals. Yet they will only roam here.

Nimbus glared down at his work. He couldn't possibly compose anything of prime quality with this sort of thoughts lurking around. But, many thoughts had built up to this particular one. If he were to do this for eternity then he would at least have someone to look forward to seeing everyday. He had that once, and he was determined to retrieve that happiness.

Nimbus stood from his position of little comfort and trotted out of his cavern, stepping out into the mists of his realm. "My mind is too feeble to be subjected to this insanity, not yet. Not yet." He stated with a sigh, as lurking souls bid their farewell as Nimbus began to transition from this realm to the mortal one.

In a span of a few minutes, Nimbus was closing in on the soul of Astral. Breaching the SkyWing frontier swiftly, he soared through the sky with daring speed. "Such long times since I've been here, the asylum for the airheads." He scanned the area, with only negative feedback to be offered. Soon, upon reaching the interior of the kingdom, Nimbus caught sight of the soul he had been so eagerly searching for. He smiled, descending into the night below to pursue these lingering child. So poor, so helpless, could the child be in the hands of something so dreadful as he. To be rendered and subjected to a fate as brutal as being annihilated by Nimbus himself. It made him smile, but he was not there for aimless laughter. But, to find his one true other again. For this he had deprived himself of a healthy mind for several months. Passionate endeavors became nothing but shameful ambitions upon the mention of Astral.

At first, life without this other became simple, easy, and manageable. But this blinding false satisfaction vanished over the times of months. -- And replaced by a breathless horror and disgust, even moderately willing to start anew with another dragonness, to no avail.

At the thought, Nimbus rushed from the shadows into the presence of the hatchling he had bestowed a fate so cruel before it was aware. A small smile danced across his face as he sat behind her, his markings illuminating in the darkness and his crystal eyes fixed on her. "Good evening. Why must your body ponder about in such an excuse of a kingdom?" He smiled, sincerely, to the least.

(Sorry for the long post, xD. Nimby is basically going insane.