Poisoned Promises

Blurb:
Eucalyptus has always been an outcast. After being thrown out as soon as she could fly, she has lived by herself in the Poison Jungle. When a strange new dragon comes from a land of legends and dreams, a new world opens up for her. This could be her daring escape..... or a dangerous mistake. Only she can choose..... And what if she chooses wrong?
Cormorant has always dreamed of The Lost Continent. After being swept up in a storm on his well thought-out mission, He is saved by Eucalyptus, a strange dragon of the jungle. When it comes down to his decisions, will he do the right thing? Or will he send the world into burning turmoil? 
Two dragons, one great love, and everyone's life on the line. It all comes down to this. 
Prologue (click to open)
-5,000 years before the DoDs, Clearsight lives in peace on Pantala. But her troubles are only just the beginning....-
Clearsight flew as fast as her wings could carry her. As long as she stayed in the open, she would be fine. There were a group of LeafWings after her. All she knew was that they wanted the future to go their way, and they believed she could change it for them. She didn't like being worshipped. She didn't like how every dragon on the continent adored her, almost as if- as if they were under a spell.
She shuddered. Her past soulmate, Darkstalker, was long gone now, but his vicious ways still haunted her footsteps. Sometimes, she lay awake wondering what would happen if she didn't meet him- would he still take over the world? Probably. And what is she went along with his plan? What would Pyrrhia be like now? Would there even be a Pyrrhia?
Clearsight landed at her hut, in the center of the continent. She slipped inside and ran straight to her study. She grabbed a small, leathery book cramped with writing from head to toe. All her prophecies. She skipped ahead from the note at the start, her eyes skimming over everything she had ever seen, until she got to the edge.
How have I not foreseen this? Her brain screamed. I checked the timelines yesterday. Nothing like this was supposed to happen until the next few moon cycles! I'm not prepared! I'm not-
A loud knock sounded at the door. Two LeafWings with dark hoods came in. They did not speak. They did not raise their hoods. But something about the way they moved- these were no ordinary farmer LeafWings. They had secrets, they held lies, and most of all- they weren't here to worship or adore Clearsight, the "savior" of Pantala.
They were here to fight. And they fight to kill.
One LeafWing lifted their hood to reveal a pale green face, with sharp bones and muddy brown eyes. The other did the same, but this one was rounder along the edges and his scales were overall darker in color. They spoke in unison, standing completely still, unblinking pure white eyes fixed on Clearsight.
"We expect that you come with no struggle." They said. "We do not have time for futile attacks. Surrender, and be faced with mercy, or resist, and be faced with death." Then, quick as lightning, they pounced onto the defenseless NightWing, holding down her wings and arms. She wriggled against their firm grip, but nothing worked.
Then, suddenly, she had a vision.
A small, olive green LeafWing, crying as her parents threw her into the mud.
A young orangish SkyWing, flying in place like his life depended on it.
The same LeafWing, this time older, eyes glowing gold as thorns ripped out of the ground around her.
The SkyWing, beating his wings against a storm only to be swept away by a strong gust.
A tall, pale figure, pinning the orange SkyWing to the ground as the LeafWing sobbed at his side.
And now the pale figure lay broken at the LeafWing's feet, and smoke hazed the air. Death loomed at the horizon...
As soon as they started, the visions stopped. The hooded LeafWings had let go of her, and the sharp-boned one leaned over her face, dawning a surprisingly worried look.
"Well, what did you see?" She asked, in a normal voice, which was high and clear, like a songbird.
"I- uh- it was-" Clearsight stuttered.
The darker one rolled his eyes. "What did you expect, Etto? She stole them from us. She'd lie just as easily."
The one named 'Etto' hissed and slapped his face with her tail.
"She will tell us the truth. I repeat, what did you see?!" 
Cold talons scraped down Clearsight's spine as she realized how similar the pale figure in her vision looked to her captor.
"I- I don't know what I saw. I- don't think what I saw will happen anytime soon, that's the only thing I can be sure of."
Etto looked almost sad. "You were right, Aspen. She's gone."
Aspen, the darker one, patted Etto on the shoulder. "You still have me, Palmetto." He whispered in her ear. "You'll always have me."***
Palmetto smiled and got up. As she headed for the door, she turned back to Clearsight.
"We're not who you think we are. And thank you."
That was the last Clearsight ever saw of the two of them, the "Ghosts of the Trees" she called them.
And that prophecy? That was Clearsight's last prophecy. She died shortly after.
But little did she know, just how important that last prophecy was.
*Footnote- My next story will most likely be about the two of them, so stay tuned!
-Approximately 5,000 years later, SkyWing Kingdom, Hatchery-
Lark was nervous. Very nervous. Her egg was supposed to hatch two months ago, but not a splinter of eggshell showed. If it didn't hatch today, Queen Scarlet's new laws permitted the caretakers to smash the egg. Nimbus, her husband, said it was better to obey Scarlet then defy her, so Lark hid her grief.
Two years ago, she had her first egg. It was female, and hatched right on time. But it was sickly, and Scarlet had decided that it would be no good to her. Soldiers took the little hatchling, and she never saw her again. Lark did not want that to happen to this one. She could not lose another dragonet.
Lark curled herself around the large, deep red egg, hoping against hope that it would hatch. Nimbus came in, with a worried look on his face.
"I've just spoken with the head caretaker," He said quietly. "She said we have to take the egg out of this nest and move it to the house."
Lark wailed. "But the house- it doesn't have proper temperature control, and- and-" She stopped crying abruptly. "They don't care about the egg, do they? They think all hope is gone, don't they? Do you?"
Nimbus sighed sadly and sat down next to her. "The odds that it will hatch are low. It's been two whole months. Most of the eggs laid with it have already hatched. I don't want this to happen as much as you do, but-" He was cut short, for something strange was happening. A soft cracking sound could be heard from behind them.
Lark turned around and gasped. "The egg- it's- it's hatching!" At that very moment, two caretakers came in. "alright, Ma'am, we've come to move the- what?" for they, too, had seen the small, dark, talon pop out and feel around the eggshell. It rattled and shook, and then exploded into a million pieces, splattering the caretakers with slime and revealing a rather larger-than-normal hatchling, with deep red-orange scales and big, dark amber eyes. It was male, like Lark suspected. Nimbus and the caretakers stood in shock.
"Well, Ma'am. We'll, uh- we'll be back to move him to the wingery in a bit." The caretakers shuffled out.
Lark smiled and wrapped her wings around her hatchling. He was strong, with a lean, sharp snout that he inherited from his father. Not sickly at all!
"You're going to live, little one." Lark whispered in her son's ears. "You're going to be amazing, I can tell. You can fly across the world if you want to. And I'll never let Scarlet take you away." Lark looked back up at Nimbus. "What should we name him?"
He thought for a moment. Nimbus had always liked bird's names, he remembered a friend of his... died in the war, but was kind and loyal. The type of dragon he'd want his son to be. What was his name? Oh... perfect.
"Let's name him Cormorant."
-At around the same time, in the Poison Jungles of Pantala, SapWing village-
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