Small ember

==summary==
Let the fire rage around...
The Agents of Pyrrhia are at war, with many being corrupted or infected. Five groups are of infecteds, while four are of semi-infecteds. Nobody knows, but there is a tenth group made purely of non-corrupted and non-infected Agents.
But while the groups wage war within the continent, a terrible danger flies across the sea, along with many other small dangers.
One SeaWing who lost a sibling to an infected, Delacour, soon realizes about the grave danger and tries to stop it. A tribeless dragon called Tahini always knew due to being connected to Fluorite, the one behind all this...
Will they succeed and bring the peace back to the world, or will they fall alongside the other dragons in Pyrrhia?
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==prologue==
Agent 1
It's been really long, hasn't it? I remember the last time I saw you.
You were shaking with fear, trying to- augh. You failed, and you were g-g-gone. I wonder where you are now, Agent 2. See you someday... ...oh.
Why not run away? The rival Agents were too strong, even for you.
 I believe this is a picture of one of the rival Agents.
-AGENT 1
The letter was left on the dirt near the grave, alongside poppies and roses bunched up in a bouquet. Agent 1 flew away and up into the stormy gray sky. A RainWing flew by, eyeing the picture of the MudWing as though they recognized the dragon depicted. "Can't be," they muttered, ripping up the letter and bouquet as they swished their long, zombie-green tail left and right.
Agent 2
"HEY, YOU THERE! GO GET RIVAL AGENTS TO CORRUPT!" hollered a sturdy, large, red-black dragon with enormous jade-colored wings and a seemingly endless tail. She definitely wouldn't catch anyone's eye, as she was an ugly dragon that seemed to have been coated with a melted beach ball and thrown in black and green paint. All the colors of her scales just clashed with each other and didn't look nice.
Agent 2's wings drooped to the marble floor as he said, "Alright, Commander." Agent 2 sighed and walked out of the secret exit with a tired expression on his face.
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Pyrrhia was ravaged by a terrible plant called the Breath of Evil many years ago, so it was hard to navigate across the plant's many areas. The only area in Pyrrhia without lots of Breath of Evil was the Asphodel Fields, a gloomy-looking field with gray grass, dark brown dirt, and nothing else but the River Styx flowing throughout the plain, boring field.
Agent 2's gray and ebony scales helped him blend in the grass, so he ducked down, spotting a rival Agent by herself patrolling the field for any rivals. He sprung up, catching her golden neck and putting pressure on it.
The scream that came from the Agent reminded him of an Agent he used to know, but he would not show mercy.
"If you want to live, come with me," he hissed, his voice as threatening as the Breath of Evil taking over an Agent. The golden rival Agent gave in, flying along with Agent 2, whose eyes flickered to white forever.
==part one: a small spark==
===chapter one===
four years later...
Order
Order sprinted through the halls masquerading as a rival Agent who was rushing to their dorm. She was trying to kill the lead Agent, a SilkWing who went by the name Agent 2.
Agent 2 was notorious for being merciless, unjust, and a cold-blooded murderer. He never let go of a rival Agent without corrupting or killing them, and he would even kill an allied Agent for the safety of the second-in-command Agent. His real name was Dusty, although nobody else knew that.
"Agent 2," Order said formally. "Any field jobs open?"
The gray and brown SilkWing curled his antennae, folded his wings, and yelled at Order, "OH, YOU WANT A JOB? GO CLEAN UP EVERYONE'S DORMS! IF I SEE EVEN ONE TINY SPECK OF DIRT IN A ROOM, I WILL EXECUTE YOU IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE GROUP! NOW GO, OR I WILL THROW YOU OUT!"
Order ran quickly, going into her dorm, whispering in her head, I enchant this piece of paper so that when I rip it in half, every dorm in the group base will be cleaned perfectly without a single speck of dirt. She grabbed the piece of paper, neatly ripping it down the middle. The sheet of paper vanished along with all the dirt and trash. 
Order flew to Agent 2's office, slamming his face down on the iron desk. She then cut off his antennae with a machete she found in her dorm, stabbing him in the eye with it to kill Agent 2.
"THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR CORRUPTING AGENT 1, SNAIL-FACE!" she screamed.
Order quickly wrote a message in Agent 2's handwriting. It said:
If you are reading this, I have died. A rival Agent masquerading as an allied Agent walked up to me, and said they'll kill me. I wrote this note before she killed me. Do not search for the murderer, as she has probably left the base.
 Do not search for this SeaWing.
-AGENT 2
Order pasted the note on the door outside his office and walked quietly out of the rival base.
Delacour
Agent 5 was out near the River Styx.
The sky was a blurry light blue and white canvas with the Sun's gold sparks shining like metal. Agent 5 contrasted the cheery sky, his deep orange and black scales echoing through the field. Rustle, rustle, the gray grass said, swaying side to side. Rustle, ruffle, swish, swish.
"DELACOUR!" Order exclaimed. "You won't believe what I did to the rival Agent 2!" Delacour's face lit up while Order said, "I killed him! That nasty SilkWing, all gone! One dragon taken from the othermind!"
Agent 5 nearly fell into the River Styx with ecstasy. "Yes!" he screamed, unknowingly attracting a patrol of rival Agents.
"Uh, Agent 9, look behind you..."
Two burly, large, white eyed HiveWing Agents were behind the SeaWings, both of them grasping a large javelin in their talons. "Tsk, tsk, look over here. Two puny rival Agents we can infect. What bad luck, idiot SeaWings. Won't it feel great to be controlled, with all your worries and terrible memories gone?" they said in eerie unison.
One of the HiveWings, a black and yellow dragon, stepped toward Delacour, holding his neck and stuffing him in a bag. Ah, not this again , he thought, clawing the bag open.
Order was pinned to the ground, hissing for help. The other HiveWing, an orange and green dragon with barely any black scales, was clawing her to death, making sure Order would not be able to attack. Delacour charged at the HiveWing Agent, knocking them over and killing them.
The other SeaWing's eyes were wide and blank. She wasn't moving, and she wasn't breathing.
Oh no.
===chapter two===
Tahini
The Asphodel Fields were deserted, but a small orange tribeless dragon could swear they saw two dragons, one dead and one grieving. They had a note in one hand and placed it near the River Styx.
What happened? Either write down a response here or ignore this note and throw it in the river.
-TAHINI
There was a whisper, a mumble, and the sound of writing with a pencil... Oh wow, Tahini thought. That Agent actually responded. They flew over the River Styx and saw the response.
Agent 9 is dead.
-AGENT 5
"Tahini? Odd name," said Agent 5, laughing.
He knows nothing about me. Let's see how he will fare when he finds out, Tahini thought excitedly. "Well, if you want to be killed, I suggest you keep laughing."
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