It’s been a while since he arose… You were his best friend ever since he was 2, and you had hatched when you first met. Right now, you just heard that he arose, and you were shocked, but you were still wondering how you were alive after 2,000 years… And still looked the same age.

Somehow.

You were asked to have an audience with the King one day. King? Wait, the Nightwings have a King now? you wondered, but when you had entered alone, instead of seeing the King on the throne, he was standing up and looking at his desk which had some papers on it. His tail swayed slightly, and you recognized the way it did. You’d recognize it anywhere. It was Darkstalker, and he was the King. This shocked you, and you wondered how the hell he knew you were still alive. His head suddenly turned to the side as he looked at you with a gentle, but slightly possessive smile. “Hello again, glad to see you after 2,000 years,” he said, then walked over to you, lowering down and lying down to be eye-level, a hint of possessiveness and obessive love and adoration. “How have you been holding up?”