“They’re just stories.”

This is Wolfy’s submission to Cloudy’s Fanfiction by Genre Contest! 
The Forgotten Prophecy: 
The ones we loved are gone,
the ones we searched for are lost,
the ones we forgot are now remembered,
but the cries will still echo. 
The moon shares a story of sadness,''
the stars no longer shine as bright,
the sun is lost in the darkness,
and the eclipse reveals what's been lost from sight. 
They will freed from this world,''
or they will be taken away,
forever lost until the next,
suffering the pain they caused each day. 
No one comes to help them,''
and they are left alone to pay. 
So be wary of those who would hurt you,''
for even friends may fade away,
hidden secrets written in ink,
search for the signs or you'll be the last to stay.
== Prologue : The Hatching of a Nightmare ==
“Frigid.” A female dragon called out. “The eggs are going to hatch soon.” Frigid glanced behind him, he saw his beautiful mate, a navy blue NightWing with dazzling purple eyes. Then he glanced back at the bright full moons, two were full the other was a cresent. 
He sighed. “I know, Silverwings.” Frigid said, swishing his tail side to side. “It’s just..” He stopped, and Silverwings tilted her head. “Something feels off..” he whispered. Silverwings laughed, “This is about the “Stories” and things you heard as a dragonet, isn’t it?” She said, between giggles. 
Frigid rolled his eyes playfully, the worry disappearing. “Of course, not!” He grinned, showing his sharp teeth, which were gleaming in the moonlight. They were at the NightWing Village, in the Rainforest, their den was on a light-showered platform, slightly far from the actual village. It was to hide Frigid from the others, he didn’t mind though, the quiet eased his mind a bit. “It’s.. nothing to worry about.” He said, smiling softly at her. 
Crack, tap, tap, CRACK 
Both of the eyes darted over to the den, they speeded over into it, seeing a group of eggs on a leafy patch with bright moonlight shining on them, making them blinding silver. “They’re hatching, Frigid! Our dream is coming true!” Silverwing happily whispered. Frigid looked at the clump of eggs, two were silver-ly black with white splotches, and the other seemed to look like a poorly drawn picture of the moons, like a young dragonet’s. Strange.
One of the three started to shake violently, small cracks appearing on the surface. Then, just like how it started, a small dragonet popped its little head out, and a single teardrop rested behind its left eye. It looked up at the parents, it had IceWing spikes with a NightWing body. Then another crack was heard, and the second egg was hatching. Frigid heard Silverwings gasp softly, a smaller dragonet, slightly different than the other, tumbled out. This one had both it’s teardrops, she also had her mother’s eyes. “Look, she has your eyes!” He said, quietly, trying not to scare the hatchlings. 
Tap, T-tap, TAP 
The third egg was having more trouble hatching than the other two, the whole family looked at it. 
Tap, Tap, Tappity, Tap 
The taps became more frequent, faster, and more.. desperate. Until finally, 
CRACK-
One large crack formed on the top, enough to encourage the hatchling in the egg. Moments later, the smallest slid out. Frigid, Silverwings and the two unnamed hatchlings looked at the hatchling, it seemed like it had NightWing eyes and scalings, but IceWing wings and spikes, but some parts didn’t look like any of them. The hatchling looked up thoughtfully, not thoroughly looking into his soul, but more like looking past him. Frigid glanced over his shoulder just in case, no one was there. 
“What should we name them?” Silverwings asked, breaking his train of thought. The two similar-looking ones had started to play-fight, the first hatch beating her more. “I was thinking of Lightjaw for the second one, and Masterclaw for the first one.” The name fitted them well, Masterclaw was swift with his claws, darting away smoothly as Lightjaw lunged for him again. Lightjaw on the other talon, was more clumsy, tripping on her claws, her bite being not-so-effective. “I like that.” He agreed. 
“What about that one?” Silverwings asked again. The littlest was staring with awe at the other two. “What about..” Frigid thought about how she had looked at him as if someone was behind him. He shuddered. Could she be..? No, just stories, nothing special. He thought. “Ghostseer.” 
“Huh?” Silverwings exclaimed, confused. Frigid looked into her eyes, “Her name will be Ghostseer.” Silverwings looked back at the hatchling, its glowing, wide eyes staring back at her. The blue NightWing scooped her up, “Your name is Ghostseer.” She half whispered to herself and her brand-new dragonet. “Hello, Ghostseer,” Silverwings said, finally talking to the dragonet. Her response was a small, 
Squeak! 
Frigid suddenly felt uncomfortable. “I’ll be right back, I just need some air.” He said in a rush, out of the sudden out of breath. Silverwings looked concerned at him for a moment then nodded, turning her gaze back. Frigid walked outside as fast as possible, breathing heavily as he got outside. Why was the air so tight so abruptly? He looked back, his sight became blurred, his mind became fuzzy, and then everything went black. 
• • • 
== Chapter 1: Starting The Night ==
“Wake up, Ghostseer!” A female voice shouted in Ghostseer’s ear. Ghostseer jumped up, alarmed by the sudden loud noise, “Okay, okay..” She mumbled, rubbing her ears, pushing herself up. As she fully opened her eyes, the things came into view, the transparent, wispy creatures, always crying for help. Ghostseer sighed, why did she have to deal with this problem? 
She knew she was a bit different than her siblings, but they always had some similarities. Ghostseer had an almost perfect family, a mother, and two older siblings, but no father. She swears she remembers him, the tall, blue IceWing, but when she has memories it seems like a dream. Mother never talks about him. 
She found herself getting growled at as she snapped back into reality, was she going the thing again? “Let’s go.” She angrily hissed, what’s her name again? Cove the SeaWing? Cove dragged Ghostseer by the arm outside. Cove was a blue and green SeaWings, having colors representing the beach on a perfect day. Ghostseer must have been doing the stare-off thing again. 
“Let’s go.” The voice interrupted again, The first gong rang, We’re going to be late with this speed. Ghostseer thought frantically, so she speeded faster, hoping Cove would catch on. As she predicted, the rest of the winglet was there, and the last gong rang as they stepped in. They arrived at History by the second bell, Webs looking quite bored at them. Ghostseer heard him sigh then started the class, “Did anyone finish their projects we started last week?” He said, scanning the room for any signs of agreement, and frowned deeper as no one said anything. “No one?” Some dragonets shake their heads quietly. 
Webs closed his eyes in annoyance, “One more week, no more.” He snarled, still closing his eyes shut. “But if any of you dragonets don’t do it until then, I’m kicking you from the school.” He threatened. The class smiled and quietly cheered, the teacher waited until the class died down. Webs then faced the map with red circles. 
“Today we will be learning about the Jade Prophecy and how they defeated The Darkstalker.” Ghostseer wandered off into her head. 
“Today we will be learning about the Jade Prophecy and how they defeated The Darkstalker.” 
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