The Third Continent

== The Third Continent ==
In an entire different continent, east of Pyrrhia, there are three tribes. StormWings, DeepWings, and GrassWings. They were at peace for millions of years, but a dark evil has been controlling dragons lately, and the survival of all is at risk...
== Prologue ==
A dragon was hiding in the grass.
The wind blew harshly across the field, fluttering Sod's pale green wings. He crouched low, surveying the plain around him. The wind picked up, flattening the meadow, and for a split second, a dragons head was seen above the swaying ocean of grass. 
Lightning flashed, and the dragons face was illuminated for a moment, his eyes blank, pose rigid, face dark. There were dark veins across his face. Nothing moved. Then the moment passed, and the lightning went out, and the figure disappeared. Sod breathed heavily. Where was he now? Is he coming? Did he see me?
The infected dragon probably had got a sniff of him, and was tracking him right now. Sod trembled, his gliders folded neatly and tail coiled tightly behind him. He crouched even lower, squeezing his eyes tight. His only hope was that the infected dragon would miss him, and move away.
CREEECK
He crouched still, not moving a muscle. It was there. It was looking at him. Right now. He knew it.
CRACK
He felt a cold talon brush his wing. He didn't dare move. He didn't dare breathe.
A sharp claw poked once in the spot between his horns. He flinched, and instantly knew he did the worst thing possible. The infected dragon lunged, grabbing his throat, venom-tipped teeth penetrating his neck, exposing the soft flesh below. 
A liquid substance passed through, into his neck, and Sod went limp in his grasp. The infected dragon stepped away, the thing controlling him knowing his work was done. He lifted his wings, and soared off into the rainy sky above. 
For a moment, nothing happened. Beside for the howling wind and constant pitter-patter of the rain, everything was silent. It was the type of silence that drove a dragon mad, and that may have been what was happening to Sod. 
Then he coughed, chest heaving, the poison cursing through his veins, prominent and showing in his scales. Thick lines of black was seeping from a puncture wound in his neck, were the infected dragon bit him. He trembled, still in control, for now. Gingerly, he brought a talon up to his neck, feeling. His talons passed over the puncture mark, which would stay there forever, till his death.
"He got me." He whispered to himself. "I'm one of them now."
He silently got to his feet, tail dragging, wings limp, trailing lines in the mud as he stumbled forward. He could feel the effects of the infection taking hold, poisoning his mind, controlling him. But not yet. I still have time. Before I go completely.
Rain battered at his wings, but he kept going. He didn't know where. He just had to get away, away from anything. Everything. Everything that could be hurt. Everything that would be hurt. By him. If he stayed. So he wouldn't. 
He trudged along, not daring spreading his wings to fly faster. It was minutes, hours. He didn't know. But finally he came upon something. Something sharp enough to penetrate a dragons scale. The boulder jutted out of the ground, its wicked edge gleaming in the rain.
He limped closer. And closer still. Coughing, he grabbed the edges, ready to do what was right. Then something changed. His arms twitched. His eyes turned a pale white. No. No no no.
But it was too late. 
Without his consent, his wings spread and pumped once, lifting himself into the sky. No no no let go you beast leave me alone go away.
But he was trapped in his own mind, no control over himself. He flew off into the distance, leaving behind the boulder that had been going to save so many dragons. 
But he had been too late.
And now they would die.
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== Part One: Safe ==
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== Chapter One: Reef (WIP) ==
Reef, quick, here! Help! 
Reef bolted over to where Fin was thrashing in the water, diving in after him. They were on a cloudy beach with the security of the cave behind them. Tall palm trees grew in clusters around the cave, except for the side facing the beach, which made it secure, except from the beach. Reef's four wings spread wide, and she swam closer to Fin. 
What? What happened? Is it one of them? Reef asked, her scales flashing furiously underwater. She swam deeper, to where a dragon's scales shone through the water, thinking it was Fin. 
Turns out, it wasn't. A rabid infected lurched out of the murky depths to her, and she swerved just in time. Years of battle maneuvers and attacks paid off, apparently. 
Woah! She flashed as she swam to the actual Fin, not the monstrosity of a dragon. He was clutching his shoulder where blood floated off from between his tightly clamped claws. I-it got me, Reef. 
She shook her head in disbelief. No, this couldn't be happening. She say the infected dragon lurch away sickly. Did it... sting you? Or bite you? 
His head hung low in the water. Reef's heart jolted. For a moment, he didn't answer. But then... Yes. Yes to both. He pointed to the burn marks on his torso that I had missed, then jutted his snout to his other wound. That's the sting, and here's the bite. Reef... you have to kill me. Before I turn. 
Reef shuddered, then shook her head. No. No, you'll stay with me! You won't turn. Not now, not ever... 
She trailed off when she saw the look on his face. He was trying really hard to keep the family together, but now he had to... she couldn't think about it. Please, no. 
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