Letters From Harmonica

(COVER WILL GO HERE ONE DAY)
== Hey there! ==
Ive wanted to write a fan fiction like this for a long time. Im also writing two other fan fictions, The Magic Show! and Ascend’s Beginnings. So this one may take pretty long. Please note that this page isn’t finished yet, and that the me, the owner, will not tolerate anyone editing this without my permission.
For now though, enjoy!
==== How the text looks: ====
Harmonica’s text looks like this. (May change later)
Basalt’s (Harmonica’s father) text looks like this. (May change later)
== PART ONE—The SandWing Town ==
Harmonica, if this letter somehow reaches you, wherever you might be, I hope you know that you are not welcome back into our house. Not until you’ve cleaned up those hideous tattoos and taken out that ear piercing. And when you’ve finally realized that you don’t need an extra venomous barb on you (that scorpion venom will kill you eventually), we might just love you again.
Unless of course, you don’t want to come back. Which lets be honest, life is hard out in the desert when your a dragonet. 
-Basalt
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Not-so-dear Father,
HOW IN THE WORLD DID I FIND THIS LETTER? Actually, how did it find me? HOW DO YOU KNOW WHERE I AM?!
P.S, I’ll have you know that TAMBOURINE is a very friendly scorpion.
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You named the scorpion. Of course you did.
The answer to your question is complicated. It’s easy to send out multiple copies of letters to each town when you work for the queen and have a good relationship with her, but it’s harder when you don’t exactly know your daughters current location. Which reminds me, are you in a hotel? Or are you sleeping in a cramped alleyway with rats?
I’m personally placing my money on the alleyway. You wouldn’t be able to have a nice stay in any hotel without you setting it on fire, or perhaps the owner’s kicked you out as soon as you opened your mouth.
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Loser, 
say goodbye to your money because I actually DID find a hotel. It’s very nice—there’s the scent of burning candles, scrolls to read, even some cacti to help yourself with any accidental injuries.
I could go on and on about the details, but you get the point, I assume. But guess what? I DON’T.
I don’t understand why you cared about my personality so much that you would SHAME ME for being myself! I don’t understand why being interested in finding things in the desert is a bad thing! I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU SIGH AND SHAKE YOUR HEADS WHEN I SO MUCH AS ASK A QUESTION!
Let me get this through your skull into your mouse-sized brain—I’m a DRAGON. I’m not some clay that you can just shape into anything you want. I can’t be the perfect dragonet without having a crack of shame running across my scales, leaking out the truth about who I’m hiding: a young dragonet, just trying to live her best life. And when I show you even a HINT of this dragonet, you shove it away, hide me again, and tell me to do what “the queen” would expect of me.
Well I have some news for this “Queen”—why try to change what’s already there? Why try to “fix” the unfixable? 
-your very angry daughter who hopes you realize that you suck.
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Well, no daughter of MINE will be this disrespectful. 
The answer to this is that me and your mother are connected to the royals. Your mother is a close sister of the Queen and I am a very important advisor. We were raised in particular ways that shaped us into the wealthy, important dragons we are today.
Of course, as young dragonets, we weren’t a fan of this particular lifestyle. We are SandWings! Isn’t that all about freedom?
Well, we had to learn that being free is about being important and respected. We didn’t want to give you our exact lifestyle, but we wanted you to have a good relationship with the queen, perhaps even marry into the royal family. But now we understand why you don’t give dragonets freedom right away. It’s because they’ll turn out like you.
-basalt
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I didn’t read all of that, but you forgot to capitalize the “B” at the beginning of your name.
And EW, you wanted to send me off to live with a prince? The queen hasn’t even had eggs yet! Not that I know of anyway—when you don’t talk to anyone, news doesn’t really get to you.
But I’ll update you on my life after I leave this town. I don’t want to live in a crowd of dragons like dried lizards stuffed into a a barrel. I’m planning on making camp and exploring the desert and stopping at different towns, after I get the right supplies. I’ll update you on how I’m perfectly fine without you when I can. 
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Hey idiot, guess what?
I got a cat! She was lost in the alleyway. Poor thing doesn’t have any hair, but she’s the sweetest ball of skin ever. I named her Kalimba!
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Well great, now you have a new pet to add to your collection. 
Do tell me how painful it is in the desert. Tell me how you can’t find any water, how you animals are becoming hostile, how the nights are unbearably cold. Tell me the joys of going to a new town, and how you realize your parents were right.
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I’m going to tell you the opposite of everything you just said, even more.
The last two days I was out in the desert. I had bought a canteen to hold water in, a blanket to sleep under when nights get too cold, kindling for the fire, a map of the sand kingdom, and a little wood carving for good luck.
if your wondering HOW I bought all this, I sold that Ruby necklace you gave me for 50 scales. 
So I set off at dawn with Tambourine and Kalimba, and we flew across the whole desert. We came across several things that I would love to list but doing that would make this letter too long, so I CANT. When night fell I set up camp by a small oasis and set up a fire. After refilling our supplies with what was there, I sat over in the sand. Tambourine was sleeping on Kalimba’s head too—it was cute because he was making sure he didn’t scratch Kalimba with his tail. Then I started playing the harmonica until I got tired.
I really liked sleeping in the middle of nowhere actually. It feels like there’s nobody that can hurt you. It’s just you, your thoughts, and your amazing pets. And nobody can judge you for liking rocks, or having star tattoos, or looking up at the stars and feeling awed. There’s nobody to hate you.
The next day I came across a traveling merchant and traded one of my earrings and 5 scales for a bag and straps to carry my stuff easily. Then I arrived at this town—it’s not as nice as the last one, but it has lots of character. There were palm trees everywhere, little spots of random water, and obsidian was embedded into the stones that made the path.
And then I got this letter and it ruined my day.
-Angry Harmonica
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So I suppose your happy without me?
Darling, you really don’t understand what you’ve done to us. The queen is denying me sending anymore letters to you. This might be my last letter to you. Your mother is scared for you now. We’ve been trying to find you! 
But from your last letter I realized that I know where you are, because I’ve been there myself.
So perhaps I’ll find you there, and take you home.
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Yeah, I’d like to see you try. I’m not going back to you in a million years.
GOOD DAY.
-Harmonica and her gang
== Part Two: Prison ==
Harmonica, I have searched in many towns for you. Dragons HAVE seen you, but only for a short amount of time. So here’s another letter asking you to stop avoiding me.
-Basalt
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No.
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How did they find me? I made sure never to go to the same town twice— I was out in the desert! and they found me and wrapped their authoritative claws around my neck.
How do I get out of this situation now? 
I have nothing to do—I’m stuck in jail. For NOTHING. How could my own parents frame me for a crime? 
Well, the answer to this is simple—it’s a building for runaway dragonets like me. It’s not a prison in his eyes, but he isn’t in my claws right now. If I could have the power to disappear, I would take it. I want to leave. Beetles have more empathy than my own parents—it’s sad, yknow. At this point I can only hide, write letters to nobody in particular, and try to dream of escaping.
Where is Tambourine? What about Kalimba? I hope they stuck together. I can’t imagine my life without them. 
You know what, I’m SENDING this to someone. Basalt, get me out of here you worthless moon-licker.
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This is for your own good Harmonica. Do you want to be free or not?
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WIP
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