The Third

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I had this random fanfiction idea so now I'm rolling with it B)
(please feel free to leave constructive criticism in the comments)
=Full Prologue=
==Chapter One (Prologue POV 1)==
Her wings felt like boulders, weighing her down in the blistering heat. She'd been flying for hours.
The heat was killing her. At this point, she couldn't tell whether it was literally or figuratively. Why did she choose to go to the desert? It was such a stupid decision. Well, actually, she knew why. She was hoping that no other IceWing (at least, a royal guard) would dare to go into such an arid place, let alone somewhere like the Scorpion Den, where she was planning to hide.
But she soon realized that her thought process of no IceWing wanting or being able to live in the desert didn't just apply to other IceWings. It applied to her, too. She wouldn't be able to bear the heat much longer, and at this point was probably on the verge of having a heatstroke. She knew she was close to the Night Kingdom; at this point it was probably the only place she could go.
So, fully knowing of the extreme rivalry and tension between the two tribes, she carried on until she finally arrived.
==Chapter Two (Prologue POV 2)==
Arctic had just gotten back home, and had caught several fish for him and Foeslayer to eat. Come to think of it, she was probably out hunting too.
He stored the fish in a small container and headed to the balcony to relax, and maybe sleep a bit under the stars, at least until Foeslayer got home. However, when he walked outside, he noticed something peculiar out of the corner of his eye Looking around the corner, he noticed three little eggs carefully placed, leaning on the rocky wall. Two were full of intricate whorls and swirls of black and white...
...while one was a deep, solid, black. The only white was a few tiny speckles on the top of it.
Arctic hadn't exactly felt like himself lately. That was probably why everything he had done was in a shadowy haze. A memory blocked out even by his own brain.
He didn't remember grabbing the pitch black egg, nor throwing it. Throwing it far, far away. He thought it had broken, shattered into a million fragments of shell and yolk, which would definitely never hatch. Ever.
But unbeknownst to Arctic, the egg didn't land on hard ground. It landed in the water near the shore, where an inconspicuous IceWing dressed in a silver cloak spotted its shiny shell in the water...
== Chapter Three (Prologue POV 1)==
She landed quietly in the Night Kingdom, afraid that she would be spotted straight away in the broad daylight. However, she soon realized while walking into the kingdom that there were no dragons there.
Ahh, that makes sense. NightWings. Nocturnal...
She snuck around the kingdom, hoping to find an empty house or cave that she could occupy, only to be disappointed to see that none were. She followed a large river she found, and was walking when she had to look twice at a shining spot she noticed in the water. Preparing to try and grab it with her talons, she almost slipped, a catalyst for several stones to splash and fall into the water. She was afraid that it would wake several NightWings, but no one seemed to have heard it.
Brushing it off, she attempted to grab whatever was shining below the river's current, only to find that it was deeper than anticipated. She dove in, getting unpleasantly wet. Grabbing the shiny item, she got out of the water and shook the water off her scales only to find that the shiny object was a small, black egg.
She had always wanted dragonets, but had never gotten the chance to have any. Was this her chance? The dragonet was obviously NightWing, but she didn't care, and nobody seemed to want it, so...
...she flew off with the egg, eventually settling in a small spot halfway hidden by a boulder near the riverbed, where she dug down furiously to provide a small nest for the little egg.
==Chapter Four (Prologue POV 3)==
Ugh. Why was he chosen to go get the fugitive? The runaway? The stupid IceWing that decided to leave the Ice Kingdom. It felt like he was always chosen to go get them. Why couldn't they just stay there? It would make his job much easier, and he'd get stay comfortably cold. At this point he'd gone from places like the Sky Kingdom to the Mud Kingdom to even the Sand Kingdom! 
Although he was bored with all these capturing missions, he knew the drill. Go get the fugitive, dead or alive.
But this one wasn't your run-of-the-mill capturing missions. This time, the fugitive had gone to the Night Kingdom, and with the rising tensions between his tribe and theirs, he couldn't help but be a bit nervous, especially if he ever ran into Arctic. After all, that putrid IceWing was the reason for all this chaos.
Luckily for him, he was just at the border of the Sand and Night Kingdom, meaning he could probably get this job done and over with soon.
Tucking in his wings, he dove down steadily until he was gliding only several feet above the golden sand. (Some of which got into his nose, which triggered a surprising sneeze, and was unpleasant to say the least.)
He soon reached the Night Kingdom, where the sun was still beating down on his frigid scales. He started searching, and was about to call it quits when he suddenly heard a faint splash, coming from... his right? He wasn't sure, but he started searching in that direction anyway.
==Chapter Five (Prologue POV 1)==
She woke up to a painful prick in her side. About to shriek, she felt a freezing hand clamp her jaw shut, rendering her unable to yell or scream.
Her head was jerked toward another IceWing, the one who had clamped her mouth shut. She knew this IceWing; he was a royal guard.
Seal.
She despised Seal. He was vicious and conniving, and would slip out of line in exchange for items or money. He was an excellent liar, too. It's not like he ever got caught, though. He was always one step ahead, and this time, he was one step ahead of her.
Finally remembering the prick in her side, she looked down and noticed a black blob slithering up her scales, quickly reaching her head and talons and tail. She also noticed the small vial that Seal had in his other hand.
SandWing Venom. Oh no. No. No no no no no...
She felt her thoughts slip away as she heard her body thud to the ground, unable to move. She heard him dig up something. The egg. He'd dug up the egg. She heard nothing after that. After all, she was now dead.
==Chapter Six (Prologue POV 3)==
Gliding swiftly over the buildings that were formerly to his right, he seemed to have found nothing. Annoyed, he decided to follow a river instead hoping to find any signs that another shiny IceWing had recently passed by.
He followed the river until what seemed like hours, until it was almost dusk, when he noticed something white peaking out from behind a large boulder. It was an IceWing. But not any IceWing... it was the fugitive.
A twisted sense of happiness came over him as he quietly glided over to the other side of the river, near the fugitive, who was sleeping. Her chest rose and fell silently. He knew she wouldn't know what was coming.
He was lucky he'd thought of a plan (as he always did) to capture her. Sliding out a small vial of SandWing venom with a prick on its end, he prepared his other hand to clamp her snout shut once he'd injected her with the venom.
Prick.
She opened her eyes as soon as he'd pricked her with the venom. Moving his strong arm quickly and effectively, he clamped his mouth shut as she looked up at him in horror. He saw her look at him, then at the spot where he'd given her the venom, on her side. She was terrified.
Once a few seconds had passed, he let her go. She fell to the ground and landed with a thump. Right before she closed her eyes and he was about to leave, he saw something poking out of the wet riverbank sand. He dug it up and looked back at the fugitive, who's eyes were now closed. He checked her pulse; she wasn't breathing.
Finally taking a look at the previously hidden object, he saw that it wasn't a piece of stolen treasure, or food... it was an egg. A black one, no less. The only white part of it was a few little white speckles on its top.
Ohhhh, that's why she went to the Night Kingdom. She met a NightWing she liked. Welp, too bad so sad, this egg is mine now. I'll bring it to Queen Diamond. She'll probably put the dragonet that comes out of this on display to dissuade people from becoming fugitives...
He spread his wings and lifted off with the egg in his pouch, stored next to the SandWing venom.
Unfortunately for Seal, he had no idea what had actually happened, and guessed completely wrong. That wasn't her egg... it was Arctic's.
=Main Story=
For clarification, any and all parts of the main story happen after the prologue, not before. It should hopefully make sense after you read it for a bit once I write enough chapters. Enjoy!
== Chapter One==
Flurry waited patiently by the Gift of Subsistence for her mother to arrive. 
She'd told her to fish out a few seals for dinner that evening, and that she'd help her carry them home to eat and store the rest, since Flurry was too young and too small to carry them on her own (Flurry thought this was quite strange and inconvenient, however, since she could just use her magic to float them to her house, or maybe just teleport them there).
It had been several hours now, but still no sign of mom.
Maybe she forgot? Although Flurry realized that was unlikely, since her mom had an astonishing knack for remembering things.
She was starting to doze off when she heard talonsteps coming from behind her. Turning around, Flurry saw that it was her mother. She looked wary, but other than that she was fine.
Happy to see her mother, she looked up and smiled, "Hi mom! I got the seals you wanted!"
"That's great, honey! Now, let's go home and eat them before they get too warm" She said gently.
Helping her lift and carry the seals, Flurry and her mother walked home to their small house in Among-the-Evergreens. They happily ate dinner, and stored the rest of the seals in a large hole filled with snow, which would keep them cold until whenever they were going to eat them next. (Which was probably tomorrow.)
A few hours after Flurry and her mother went to bed, Flurry heard a loud bang. Bang bang bang. Someone was knocking (or, well, banging) on her door. She heard her mother get up and out of bed in the other room and open the door. Shouting ensued. Whoever was knocking on the door must've come in, because soon enough the door to her room was pushed open and several royal guards barged in, with her mother behind them in chains. (She considered turning herself invisible for a moment, but then realized that would be ineffective since the guards had already seen her.)
Royal guards? Mom?! Mom!
Confused and scared, Flurry sat up quickly and looked frantically from her mother to the guards. Her mother looked horrified.
==Chapter Two==
"Flurry, I-" Her mom was cut off.
"Silence! You are a prisoner now, and have no right to speak unless given permission" One of the guards said, a wicked scowl plastered onto their face, "This is your daughter, correct?"
"Y-yes..."
"And who is the father?"
This stopped Flurry's mother right in her tracks. To be fair, Flurry had never really thought about who her father was, even though most of the other dragonets at school had them.
"I... it was-"
"A NightWing, I presume?"
This, surprisingly, seemed to confused her mother more than anything, and it startled Flurry, too. She had many, many black freckles, sure, and her horns were darker than any other IceWing's horns that she'd ever seen so far, but she'd never thought about potentially being a hybrid. Was that strange?
"No, not a NightWing. That would be treason." Her mother finally said, speaking confidently.
The main guard who kept talking grunted, and said, "Bunting, you are under arrest for treason against all IceWings. You will not get a chance to defend yourself as it is clear that you have committed treason and will be imprisoned for an indefinite period of time".
Flurry looked up at her mom in horror. Bunting, her mother, looked back, equally as terrified. Maybe more.
"WHAT? What do you mean? I haven't committed any sort of treason and I never will! This is proposterous!" She kept screaming and shrieking, all the while being dragged away by the majority of the guards. Only two were left when she was dragged out the door. Flurry was left frozen, unable to process what had just happened.
One of the guards who was left snapped to the other one, who looked a bit shyer and more nervous, "Hey Lichen, check her blood". The snappy guard then tossed the other guard, Lichen, a dagger. Then he left.
"Hey. Extend your arm. Please." Lichen mumbled, "Look, I don't want to do this, but they want me to check your blood to make sure you're fully IceWing. Apparently all IceWing hybrids have red blood, like all the other tribes..."
Flurry was terrified, but she extended her arm anyway, afraid of the consequences of if she didn't. Bracing for the pain, she tried to look away as Lichen cut a small slit into her arm, causing blood to spurt briefly out of the wound. It then started dripping slowly. Lichen let a drop of blood fall onto his talon, which he examined under the moonlight.
It was... blue?
==Chapter Three==
Lichen stopped to look at the blood on his talons. He'd thought it would be red, but instead had turned out blue, like all IceWings' blood should be.
He ran out of the room in confusion to the other guard who was still there (who, instead of leaving, decided to raid the seal hole). Lichen frantically told the other guard that Flurry's blood had been blue, not red, and it had been a mistake; they should've let Bunting go.
The other guard, his mouth full of seal, swallowed briskly and told Lichen, "It doesn't really matter, does it? I mean, it was kinda just accepted that IceWing hybrids had red blood, but did you really think that it was true? I mean, I'm not really sure myself."
Lichen gaped at him, confused.
"What? Plus, it doesn't matter. Bunting probably did something else illegal anyway." The snappy guard yawned, bored.
"B-but what about the little dragonet? What'll happen to her?"
"Doesn't matter. Stop whining, the rest of the guards are already gone." He said snappily, "C'mon, we're done with this".
Lichen knew he couldn't argue, so he had no choice but to leave. He turned back once more, noticing that little Flurry had been spying on their conversation. How did she even get there? Lichen didn't hear her walking...
He sighed, walked out the door, and flew off with the other guard.
Flurry never saw them again.
==Chapter Four==
Flurry was almost an adult now, and was going to be finished with school soon, which she was excited for. School was boring, and other dragonets made fun of her many, many, black freckles, calling her 'Fake IceWing' as a vexing nickname.
She sat quietly in her home, which was once hers and her mother's, when she heard a heavy knock on the door. She opened it quickly, revealing a maildragon on the other side.
"I have a letter here for... Ms. Flurry?"
"That would be me" Flurry said, slightly surprised, "Who is this letter from?"
The maildragon checked the envelope, only to find no name from who'd sent it, "It doesn't have a name..."
He handed the letter to Flurry and then flew off, leaving her confused. She walked slowly back into the house, still looking for a name on the envelope of who sent the letter, which she didn't find.
She sat down on her bed with the letter in her talons. Using her magic to rip open the top of the envelope, she fished out the letter, which was written on old scroll paper with almost illegible handwriting. It was written with prisoner's ink, which was the cheapest type of ink given to prisoners if they wanted to right a letter to their family out of the IceWing prison.
A letter from... the IceWing royal prison?
Putting the letter down next to her, Flurry thought about it. Could it really be her mother? She didn't remember too much about her, although she seemed like an awesome mom at the time.
Finally grappling the courage to pick up the letter, Flurry took a deep breath to prepare herself for what might be written on it. She glanced at the paper, which said:
Dear Flurry,
I'm sorry that I wasn't able to tell you before this happened, but I couldn't find the right time. I'm sorry for all the confusion that happened. I could tell you were terrified. By the time you're reading this letter, I'll probably be dead. They've decided to execute me, so I want to tell you everything.
Flurry, I'm not your mother. At least, not your biological mother, but I love you just as much. When you were still in your egg, I couldn't have children, I just couldn't. My body was never able to, and still can't, but I'd always wanted dragonets. A royal guard, his name was Seal I think, lived near here, and knew how much I longed for them. He told me he'd give me an egg (your egg) as long as I kept quiet about him giving it to me, and that I didn't try to learn how or where he'd gotten it from.
I don't actually know where or who you came from, but I still love you just as much as if you were my biological dragonet. This is also why you don't have a father.
Also, one last thing before you go. I know about your magic. I've seen you use it before; it used to scare me, but I realize now that you wouldn't harm anyone with it, as long as you kept your soul. I know you already know this, but it's called animus magic. Queen Diamond has it, and so does Prince Arctic. Please make sure you stay safe and don't reveal your magic to anyone, for your own safety.
Best wishes, Mom.
Flurry was practically in tears. She now understood why the paper and ink looked so old; it was because this letter hadn't been written a few days or weeks ago, it had been written when she was a little dragonet, after her mother had been taken. She knew her mother was long dead by now, but it still hurt just as much. Tears blurring her vision, she almost missed a little folded bit of paper at the bottom of the letter.
Unfolding it gently, she saw that there was a large black feather earring, and a bit of her mother's handwriting:
I thought you'd like this, my mother, your grandmother, used to wear it. I had it with me the night I was taken, but I don't think you noticed. Trust me, it'll look good on you.
Smiling sadly, Flurry clasped the black feather earring onto her left ear. It was surprisingly light. She went to bed early that night, feeling more tired than usual.
==Chapter Five ==
The next morning Flurry woke up early, determined. Determined to do what, she wasn't sure, but she had energy and was going to use it.
She walked briskly into the marketplace of Among-the-Evergreens, which was just starting to open up. Admiring a few of the jewelry stands, she noticed that she didn't see any with feathers.
Hmm, I wonder if they still sell feathered earrings anywhere. My mom got them from my grandma, who must've bought them when they were still popular.
Mom... Flurry missed her mother dearly, but she knew she had to move on without her. Plus, she would always be in her heart, no matter what...
"Good morning ma'am, would you like to buy anything?" The jewelry shop owner asked, politely.
Flurry was quickly jolted out of her little daze, and responded, "Oh! No thank you, I'm just browsing for now..."
"No worries! ... If you don't mind me asking, where did you get that feather earring?"
"It was my grandmother's"
"Interesting! I haven't seen any of those in a while"
Flurry smiled, a bit awkwardly, as she continued to browse the jewelry shop, when she saw something out of the corner of her eye.
She looked over to where she thought she'd seen something, and noticed a dragon, who's size made it look like they were about her age, sneaking around one of the frozen fruit stands. They were wearing what looked like a thin, silvery, cloak. Most that she'd seen were translucent, only meaning to add to the beauty of an IceWing, but this one was opaque, and it looked like it was meant more for hiding, not just for prettying up.
A bit confused as to why an IceWing was sneaking around a frozen fruit stand (as frozen fruits weren't that expensive, and if one was attempting to steal, why not go for jewelry?). They caught her gaze, and quickly disappeared. She fixed her gaze on the spot where she'd last seen the cloaked IceWing, and waited for several moments.
Soon enough, the cloaked IceWing reappeared, and had their gaze on a large pile of frozen persimmons. They looked around, and as the shopkeeper went to the back of the shop to restock something, the cloaked IceWing shoveled several persimmons into one of their talons and held it against their chest, which they quickly covered with their silvery cloak. They then bolted between the frozen fruit shop and the other shop next to it, quickly vanishing from sight.
Although a part Flurry still wanted to hang around the jewelry shop, she was mad that the IceWing had stolen, so instead, she followed them.
==Chapter Six==
Quickly running away from the jewelry shop, Flurry followed the footprints left in the snow in between the frozen fruit cart and its shop counterpart. She strained her ears when she heard something hit the ground. Following the sound, Flurry ran past several more shops and homes before tiptoeing and turning a corner to find the cloaked IceWing bent over, picking up several persimmons, which seemed to have fallen out of their grasp.
"Hey. What are you doing? Did you steal those?" Flurry questioned.
They looked up at her in confusion, then recognized her. They looked terrified, and were frozen in place. Their mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Feeling a bit bad for scaring the cloaked IceWing so much, she continued with, "Hey, it's ok, just... why'd you steal the fruit? I mean it isn't that expensive..."
The cloaked dragon stood up suddenly and ran, dropping a few persimmons on the ground, though they were still holding a several. Flurry picked up a persimmon, thinking about returning it to the shop owner, but then decided it would be better to catch the thief first.
Flurry sprinted after the cloaked IceWing, almost catching up to them when she hit a clearing with several homes and lost track of where they were, until she heard a slight creak. Flurry quickly turned around to see a silver cloak disappear behind a closing door.
Without a second thought, Flurry knocked gently on the door. It slowly opened, revealing the IceWing who'd stolen the persimmons. They were still wearing the cloak.
Although not exactly sure what to do at first, she was spared of having to decide because the cloaked IceWing asked, "U-um, would you like to come inside?"
==Chapter Seven==
Wary, Flurry stepped inside the small home. She looked around; it had a table with two chairs and a hallway branching off of it, which presumably led to the bedrooms.
The cloaked IceWing started to sit down on one of the chairs, so Flurry sat down in the other. A few awkward moments passed, and then the IceWing asked, "Hi, um , my name's Sculpin, w-what's yours?"
"Flurry, my name's Flurry." She answered back, hoping not to sound too angry or awkward.
The conversation seemed to end there. It got even more awkward, especially with no sound to fill the empty space. Suddenly, Flurry heard a noise, which sounded like heavy talonsteps crunching the snow, from right outside the door.
It swung open, to reveal an older dragonness who looked extremely stressed. She and Flurry locked eyes for several moments before she shrieked, "Sculpin, who the is this and why are they here? In our home?!"
"Um..."
The large dragonness awaited a response, all the while darting her gaze between Flurry and the cloaked IceWing, who she now knew as Sculpin.
"Well?"
"This, um this is Flurry..."
"And? How did she get here?"
Sculpin just looked at her awkwardly, his mouth moving slightly but making no sound.
She sighed, and then asked Flurry instead, "Well, my son won't tell me, so what about you? Why are you here?"
Although Flurry didn't exactly like ratting people out, even for stealing, she thought it'd be best to tell the truth. "Uh, well..." She took a deep breath, "I kind of went to the market today and passed by a frozen fruit stand, um, and, Sculpin was there in a cloak, I mean he still is well, in a cloak, um, he kinda stole some persimmons and I followed him then I found him then he dropped some persimmons and ran so I ran too and I followed him and ended up here. That's... that's it I think..."
=Chapter Eight =
"He WHAT?" The dragoness said, practically yelling. She then turned to Sculpin and sighed, "Sculpin, I know that it's... this day, today, where we're supposed to have something a bit fancier than usual, and have a celebration of sorts, well... not exactly a celebration but that's... that's besides the point.... but if we don't have enough money to actually buy the food, then we should just stick to seals."
He sighed, seeming to not know what to say. Eventually, he settled on, "Flurry, mom... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stolen those persimmons, even if I wanted them for today..."
What's so special about today? I think there's something going on here... something they don't seem to want to talk about...
The large dragonness sat down at the table and
=Gallery=
I'll fill this with images that go with the story. Hope you like em!
Pokey Dragon Poker.png|Jar of SandWing Venom by Katt
Flurry Freckles Uncolored.png|Flurry (uncolored) by Katt
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