Hazy Waters

Hazy Waters
By Feather
----Rated Mature
==Prolouge==
(Taking place around the events of this story’s epilogue)
Thump, thump, thump went the pouch on his chest, the noise amplified in the dim cave and sending shivers of fear creeping along his scales as he ran.
The wind blew in from the exit in front of him.
Welcoming, telling him to soar.
Beckoning to him with drifting melodies of waves hitting the shore, and a promise of safety.
He was still reluctant to spread his wings.
He was too far to hear the screams, but he knew they were behind him. A whisper lingering in his brain, holding him back.
His freedom…was right in front of him…
Their freedom…was cast aside…
Should they have really had to sacrifice everything for him? It was a tear still mending in his heart, taunting him about the choice behind him. THe choice in front of him.
Though he knew he couldn’t go back.
They had lost. And if he turned around, his chance would be thrown away too, becoming shreds with the hope inside. He had no choice.
It didn’t make the ebbing pain easier. His friends could all be dying right this moment. He knew how merciless their enemy was. A shiver passed through him, chilling his spine.
He clutched the pouch, feeling the weight of the accessory inside. Was it all worth it?
Yes, yes it was.
He knew in his bones. 
He cast one look back at the cavern, and could swear he felt the wind whip sounds of pain to him. But he had to thrust thoughts aside, honor the choice made a awhile ago. The choice that gave him this chance.
Turning around, he spread his wings and flew into the setting sun.
==Chapter Two==
I wake up as the sun’s rays slant into my cave, making my black scales glitter slightly in the light shining, though I am still hidden with the shadows draping my pelt. The only other light comes from a jar of fireflies I had covered with a cloth to keep dim as I slept. 
Yawning, I rolled over on one side, closing my eyes and sprawling my body across the stone floor. It’s rough, but the most comfortable place - I can’t sleep on the desk, and the hammock is even more rough. 
But I don’t mind. Comfort has always been a rare treat for me. Being the leader of a team of assassins and always sent on missions, I rarely see this place.
A sharp whistling tune like birds, but more metallic, wafts in from a hole in the wall, filling my ears with the sweet harmony, though what echoed back to it was a sigh. I remembered Amber (who I report to) telling us their would be a mission today…But can’t they wait until I can at least have a nightmare-less dream?
Scanning the room, my talons instinctively feel the flame-shaped scar on my shoulder, and I know they don’t care. But it doesn’t matter, right? The Everflames are my entire purpose. Everyone who works with us were made for this one thing, and we will take over Pyrrhia. The War of SandWing Succesion was the perfect coverup, and I knew we would win.
Though winning didn’t fill my mind as I exited my cave, taking a sharp right and passing other sleeping caves. What did was a wish for sleep…
I followed the trail through tunnel to tunnel, the shadows gloomily draping over my black scales and lone steps echoing off the walls to reverberate in my ears, and the only thing I can focus on is the trail and the sound of me walking fogging the place. No one else is up, was it really that early?
Turning a right, I ducked into a smaller tunnel, and then a right at a fork, emerging into a large stone cave with a low ceiling lit by jarred fireflies. The whole edge of the circular room was filled with desks, and a few dragons sat there studying geographical maps and writing on scrolls, and apart from the massive stone circular table and chairs, and locked chests scattered around nothing else was in the room. Pretty bare, but I knew there was more hidden stuff.
Immediately I spotted a group of dragonets huddling together and started walking towards them. My steps got lighter, and excited bounce to them, because those dragons were always funny and smart and I wished we could share a cave but nope, and oh well. My spirits still lifted being with them.
The first to notice me was a glittering white-and-silver dragon, the light of the fireflies twinkling in her eyes as she turned to me. I gave her a nod, and she flicked her tail at the other four dragonets. “Duskwatcher’s here,” She said cheerfully, and they turned their attention to me.
“Morning,” The yawn fled from my brain and into my voice. “How’s everyone?”
“Well,” a blue SeaWing shook himself, spreading his wings. “I mean, I was well but Oryx on the other hand, obviously looks like he needs some cheese. I bet you a diamond he wants cheese right now,” the dark SandWing, Oryx, shot him a glare and a low growl escaped him.
”I hate cheese,” Oryx said, narrowing his eyes. 
“You never tried it,” Cascade pointed out, his blue eyes kindling a spark of mischeviousness. 
The other NightWing, a dark purple-and-black female, rolled her eyes. “If this turns into another fight between you two I swear both of you will plummet on the way to this target to the ground with a kunai in your throats. or wings snapped. Which one preferred?” To me, I could see the hint of a true cold threat underneath her voice, and the female NightWing always sent shivers up my spine when she used this voice. Although she’s made this threat many times to us.
Oryx’s mind reflected my own. “Except you make that threat nearly almost all of the time,” He pointed out. “For all your toughness Eclipse, please try to be a little more real,” Eclipse narrowed her eyes dangerously and flicker her tail. “Also,” Oryx added. “Cascade, I would like a diamond,”
Cascade shrugged, smiling. “No money,” He said cheerfully. “But, maybe a hug…”
“NO,”
“Oryx, I would refrain from strangling Cascade right now,” I ordered, and the SandWing lashed his dark tail but said nothing. “Also, where are Phain and Amber?”
“Hunting,” Frost replied.
My ears pricked as more pawsteps vibrating along the floor, just as Frost added. “And they’re here now,”
A MudWing entered the room, followed by a SandWing with sharp, orange-tawny scales, a very light underbelly, and large wings. His tail had no barb, and he had SkyWing horns. A few dragons said a hybrid like Phain stood out too much to be useful, but in my retrospect he actually was useful - one way or another. I gave him and the MudWing a curt nod, and they walked over.
Phain smiled upon seeing us, taking a seat next to Frost, his dull scales looking so awkward by the shimmering IceWing. I cast my gaze towards the MudWing, who had grabbed a scroll from a desk and hurried over to us with a look saying she had to hurry, her wings twitching nervously.
“Amber, good morning,” I said, narrowing my eyes as she thrust the scroll into my talons. She was my commander, but I was flooded with a stern disrespect every time I caught sight of her dark reddish-brown scales, and I held my head high as she spoke.
”Duskwatcher, Squad #28, hello,” 
(wip)
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