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Osseu(skeletal in Latin)Wings are here. Can 3 dragonets prove they’re from the prophecy? |
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Prophecy: When evil rises from a flood And crowds the earth with shadow Before all the land flows with blood Three dragonets must dry the flow Of a lover strong and bold Of a lonely twin Of a heart that’s black and gold Together they must win The only way, the only cure The only one who can It’s time to decide if they’re ready or not To finish what they began ——————————————————— Darkness. All I saw was darkness around me. It was cramped, too. Now I hear voices. Soft ones. I don’t understand what they mean. They sound nice though. I feel like I need to... escape. Escape my dark prison. This- shell around me. I reached out, feeling the wall. Then I punched it, breaking through. Now I can see light. As I blink, I notice a strange object that looks like the one I just broke out of. I see something in there, I don’t understand what it is though. Is it like me? I see cracks on it, the wiggles becoming larger and more often. A claw breaks through, just like mine. I look down at it mine. Suddenly, a crack louder than anything I’ve ever heard before sounds in front of me. And the thing in the object before me, who would have been my twin sister, was crushed. 4 years later After waking up, I reached for the book under my sleeping shelf I knew was there. Feeling it in my talons, I gripped it and pulled it in front of me. I curled up on my polar bear blanket, opening the book and feeling the pages in my claws. Suddenly, a knock on the door startled me out of my reverie. A dragon stepped through the door, and cleared his throat. As he began to speak, I still couldn’t remember his name, even though the necklace he was wearing indicated he was of high rank and I should remember. I felt my face grow puzzled and then he startled talking to me. “Princess Aurora, your mother, Queen Bleach, requests audience with you. Please come to Her Majesty’s meeting.” Then he grinned at me, and I remembered his name: Snjór. Snjòr, the dragon from the First Circle who is about the same age as me, was the one who my mother chose me to wed. I sighed as he continued, “This meeting will help prepare you for life as a new queen, if you do take the throne.” He grinned at me once more, then whisked around. What other choice did I really have? I regrettably had to leave my cozy blanket and book, but it was better to go willingly or with force and punishment. ~~Above, watching, while no one knows~~ I saw my sister, of ice, of night, Turn around to go take flight, I felt a pang of jealousy, I thought, that could’ve been me I should be there with sister dear, Instead I’m a ghost, high up here. ~~~~~~~~~End of Prologue~~~~~~~~~~ |
| Chapter | 1 | The Flood | 3.27k |
| Chapter | 2 | Back in the Light | 4.23k |
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