Artistic’s Backstory (ToP TUM)

== Introduction: ==
Artistic is a character featured the Talons of Peace Fanfictions. And don’t edit it and stuff and it contains spoilers and I’ll fix this intro later
== WARNING: ==
WIP
== Year One: ==
Blackmind watched the egg carefully, curling her tail around it protectively. It should hatch soon. The dragonet would come out and be the perfect daughter—Mind reading and seeing the future. Blackmind hoped her dragonet could one day marry into the royal family, even if it took a long time, but she would have to be perfect. She would have to have the ability to see the future, like her father. And she would be able to read minds, just as Blackmind did. 
Meanwhile, Blackmind’s other dragonets were growing restless. Did they have to have the two powers to be worth it? There were five of them already, and while none of them had two powers, at least some could read minds and others could read the future. “I’m going to spy on them,” said the oldest, Frostshadow. “When our sister hatches, she better not have any powers.”
Frostshadow crept along the walls of their overgrown cave. He placed on careful talon in frost of the other, when he noticed it. 
The little dragonet, almost pure black, held by Blackmind along with the shattered eggshell.
”She can’t read my mind,” Blackmind hissed. “She can’t see the future. She’s more useless than my other dragonets.” 
Frostshadow gripped the ground, his heart pulsing. The comment she made about how useless her daughter was made Frostshadow burst with pride. He could see into the future, very far into it, where the Dragobet that would be known as Artistic would be a shame upon the rest of them, and every other sibling except for Artistic would be loved.
Frostshadow snuck away, leaving Blackmind with the dragonet.
Artistic was staring up at her mother, confused. “Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps she is just getting her powers right now or something,” said Blackmind. “If I leave you with the moons—will you be the perfect daughter? Will you be worthy of the throne?”
Blackmind then curled around Artistic, giving her the first impression of love. And Artistic, trying to drink in the moonlight just as her mother suggested, wiggled out of her mother’s grasp and lay in a moonlight-filled clearing. 
The day after that, Artistic was shamed by her entire family. She walked around, upset, wondering what had gone wrong. However, she did love to draw. She painted messy portraits, showed them to her mother, only for her hard work to be burned. Whilst this happened, her mother attempted to have more dragonets, and cherished the ones with magic. 
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