TFT LEGENDS: Windrider

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(Hello! This is a side story in a larger series. Below is a link to a page that has all of them. I will attempt to write this so you can read this on its own, but it’s better with everything else adding on. TFT Series: All Stories)
=== Prologue... ===
They think they’ve won. Don’t they? That I have given up. No. They underestimate my one advantage. 
Patience.
She was laying down on the same thing she had been laying on for the better part of her life. Rock. Hard... grey... rock.
She could barely look around, but what she could see probably wasn’t natural. It was a huge, hollow cave, with a small pillar in the very center which was the very thing she was on. If she looked down, she could see the imposingly red glow of lava on the walls.
Chains, glowing purple, covered her entire body. They had been nailed to the pillar with steel that never rusted. Shackles. A band of iron that was attached to the floor, that went around her neck. A muzzle. These were the only things she had known for quite a while.
She closed her eyes.
You wanted to come down and talk, didn’t you? She whispered to the darkness.
The darkness answered.
As she opened her eyes again, a small part of the wall that she was facing opened. The stone shifted and split. How it was sliding into itself, well that was magic.
A figure stood at the edge of the now open ‘door.’ The shape of a gargantuan Skywing… almost as big as her.
Rocks floated up from beneath her field of view, lava sloshing off them in clumps. They eventually settled and formed a cracked and broken floor around her.
The Skywing, red as blood, eyes slightly glazed, walked out across them confidently. They barely shivered from their places when he stepped upon them. He stopped in front of her and sat. They stared at each other a while in silence.
“I don’t know why I wanted to come down here. I’m guessing you do?”
Yes. She answered.
“What do you want then?”
What do I want, Skywing? 
“Freedom. Then why call me down?” He asked, looking a little more wary of her and straightening himself.
Because you were going to help, weren’t you? 
His eyes turned nearly white as he started to unlock her muzzle. 
A medallion mad of gold appeared from nowhere and touched his forehead. He seemed to snap out of his haze. He stopped what he was doing immediately and backed away, an annoyed look coming over his bony face.
A large Rainwing became visible next to him, their claws holding up the small coin like item, which had seemed to be floating beforehand. “This is what happens when we disable these for one second.” She said to her partner, almost angrily.
“We just wanted to see what would happen! Me and our boss, I mean. I didn’t think she’d do that.” He retorted.
“Oh really?” The Rainwing asked, she obviously thought he was lying.
He’s telling the truth. It was a test. She said to both of them.
They both stiffened. The Rainwing looked over to the Skywing. He slowly nodded.
“Stop your mind reading from now on. It won’t help.” She turned back to her companion. “It’s over. Lets just get out of here.” The Rainwing said, slightly nervous now.
They both quickly went through the rock door, and it closed behind them. The floating rocks abruptly fell back down, bubbling noises rose as they landed in the lava.
She was left alone once again.
My poor, poor friends. Think they can lock me away, get rid of me. Clear their conscience. 
Hide me. Hide their mistakes. 
How wrong they are. They cannot hide me, and I will not allow them to hide their mistakes. 
And they can not stop me. The world is going to learn about them. And the secret they’ve been hiding.
The truth. 
=== Windrider: 1 ===
Windrider. 
Windrider. 
Windrider. 
Windrider. 
Windrider. 
He came to. He couldn’t see anything. His talons were chained above his head, shackles on his wrists.
My name is Windrider. The thought instantly came to his head. 
That was it. He didn’t know who he was. There were dragons talking.
“I swear, that’s it. There’s nothing that… explains anything. No names, no places, no memories.” Someone said.
“Then how does he know what he looks like? How does he know what an Icewing is?” Came a second, authoritative sounding voice.
“I don’t know. The complexity of it… it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen.”
“Idiot. That isn’t possible. There has to be some sort of-“ 
There was a silence. “What?” Came the first voice.
“He’s awake.”
Suddenly Windrider could see again, but only barely. A Nightwing and Seawing looked down upon him. The Nightwing was black as tar, and she was ghastly thin, and the Seawing was light blue, holding a blindfold. Just then, he realized where he was. The situation he was in.
The shackles were connected to a chain hanging from the ceiling. He had a muzzle on. He was a hybrid. Nightwing and Icewing. Why did I notice that? How did I not remember that? 
They seemed to be in a basement of some sort, sweltering heat was all around him, and there were storage boxes and barrels laying around. There was another Nightwing leaning against a large crate in the darkness, sharpening a long, curved knife, the sparks dimly lighting up his threatening stature. A briefcase lay next to him.
“So. Windrider. We want to know some things.” The Seawing said. He turned to the Nightwing next to him. “Try it again. Maybe it didn’t work when he was out.”
She turned to Windrider and narrowed her eyes in concentration. She had silver tear like scales next to them. 
“Nothing. Only Windrider, which has to be his name, obviously. I don’t know if the dragonet doesn’t remember anything, or if he has some sort of mental block.”
“A mental block wouldn’t be a problem.” The Nightwing in the darkness rumbled, the sparks stopping. His voice was so hoarse it was obvious he barely ever spoke.
“We’re not going to such drastic measures yet Slymind. Know your place.” The Seawing ordered.
Slymind turned to award him with a cold, deadly stare. “If you want to keep your eyes, never say that again.” He said harshly, prolonging his open mouth to show his teeth. He turned back to what he was doing, and the sparks flew once more.
The Seawing shook his head with an annoyed look. He seemed young… surprisingly young. Windrider realized he was young as well. He couldn’t be more than two by his size.
“If it is a mental block, he will be telling us what he knows, not choking it out with a gallon of blood.” He turned to Windrider.  “I’m going to take this off now. Don’t try anything.” He added. He removed the iron muzzle with a click and it dropped to the floor.
Windrider got a sudden urge to blast them with… ice or fire, who knew… but decided against it.
The Seawing asked him the same question over and over again. He changed it, and a couple were more in depth than others, but there was one chief piece of knowledge he wanted to know. Where Windrider’s mother was.
Windrider gave the same answer over and over again as well. 
“I don’t remember.”
Eventually, the Seawing grew tired, and seemed to give up, his head hanging low. Slymind picked up his briefcase and walked over. The Seawing didn’t stop him. He set it on a crate, and with a nearly unnoticeable grin, opened it.
///
Fenneck walked across the sands, followed by two other bounty hunters. He sat down and opened a sack on his back, and the other Sandwings stopped as well. He threw the bag to one of them and scratched at his iron rings. He had had them imbedded into his face just a few days ago, and they were painful still, but worth it. 
Intimidation was worth everything in the Scorpion Den. If you could scare off pickpockets and muggers without a conflict, then you just made the place ten times safer.
He and his boys were now headed back there, the only place they were safe from those stupid Outclaw patrols. Most didn’t check in that area because they thought it would be stupid for their enemies, working right under their nose and all. But it was actually one of the few places that was a perfect hiding spot, especially with the Talons of Power gone.
When a Dragon is lookin ‘all-round, they don’t think to look down.
As the other two settled down to eat some of the dried food from within the bag, Fenenck noticed something on the horizon. A shape slowly got bigger and bigger, until a falcon landed on Fennecks now raised gauntlet. It was leather with iron locks on the straps, and sharpened steel claws. Those were designed specifically for his hunts.
“What is it Dusk?” He asked the bird, bringing in his left hand so he could look at it face to face. Dusk put his talons on two specific iron pins.
“He found somebody boys. All by their lonesome.” Fenneck said, a sneering smile growing on his face.
The other Sandwings put their lunch away, and chuckled. They flew off towards where they had come from. The dunes stretched on as far as they could see.
Then Fenneck spotted a white shape barely crawling along in the distance. Miserably dragging itself along, as slow as the shifting sands.
They landed next to the broken and battered… white Nightwing? Must be a hybrid. The little dragonet was covered in slices, and looked up at them with barely open eyes from the ground. One of Fenneck’s hunters unsheathed his broadsword from his side, but Fenneck put his talons in front of the hunter, without looking away from the kid. “Ah… wait...” he said, inspecting the dragonet a little more. Dusk landed and settled on his arm. Fenneck leaned back with a satisfied smile. “Naw boys. We ain’t killing him. I think we just found a very, very special surprise.”
Fenneck touched a very specific spot on the hybrid’s neck with his talon as the dragon passed out. The other two laughed in realization.
“A very very special surprise indeed.”
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