Ghosts

== Chapter One: ==
Jinx
Curse
Oracle
Resurrect?
No, stay where you are. We don't need you.
Why? I can call them--
Thunder's better off without you.
But they--
Shut up. Stay back. In the shadows. Forget yourself.
Why?
Because, you're worthless.
Boom.
No one needs you.
Stay away.
Troubled thoughts rang inside Thunder's head, the dragon who was two dragons at once. Their scales were forever shifting shape, color, and texture. They didn't even know who they were anymore. At least, Thunder knew who he was. He was a NightWing dragonet who didn't want any of this. Spirits swirled in his head and just wouldn't let go. Now he shuddered awake, his stormy gray eyes with small starbursts like blue lightning blinking wearily at the storm above. The other dragon, whoever they were, couldn't hurt him. 
But they did.
Every night, nights like this one, he awoke to the sounds of thunder clapping overhead. Even on days where it wasn't supposed to come, it followed him everywhere. They called him the Nightwisperer. It was as if he whispered to the clouds about all his needs and worries and turned them into churning pools of pain. His friends, Jinx, Curse, and Oracle weren't even real. They were just dead spirits. He didn't know why the spirits were talking about him today; they controlled him, so they shouldn't be bothered. Who was this extra spirit who had to stay away from him? It certainly wasn't one he knew.
His scales, stormy gray today, were being splattered by rain, and his wings, enormous and patterned like the thunderstorm above, stretched out. He wanted to see the sun so badly; his only memory of it was when he first hatched, alone, forgotten on the twin peaks of Jade Mountain. It was warm and rich and inviting, like gold burning and fire swelling and heat and joy and laughter. It was like maple syrup or honey, sweet and flavorful. It had sparkled in his eyes and made him blink and sneeze, but that was okay. Those were happier times, before he knew any dragons. 
But then came the spirits.
First came Jinx, a beautiful NightWing/SilkWing with glimmering, dark eyes like reverse suns and rich, dark aquamarine and violet scales lined with streaks of gold, that were even more beautiful on her four, butterfly-like wings. She died once, in another life, and had floated up to the peak of the mountain only to enter the body of a happy little dragonet. Once happy, never happy again. She was okay with Thunder; she never really took over and only spoke in his mind from time to time. She was a friend who'd gotten him out of many troubles
Then came Curse. They weren't really a being, more like a cloud of hate that spiraled around
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