That's Not a Scavenger (Remastered)

Please note that I am the new and now default account of ScarletKitti. I am not stealing their story, but I am now going to rewrite this with my much better writing skills since then. Please be prepared for a good story, and do not just scroll past this story and say "Oh, this is not worth it. It has no coding." A story is not classified by appearance.
WARNING: THIS BOOK MAJORLY SPOILS DRAGONSLAYER. DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU ARE OKAY WITH SPOILERS OR YOU ALREADY READ THE BOOK.
THE PICTURE IS NOT MINE! I ATTEMPTED TO DISCOVER THE ORIGINAL WHO TOOK THE PICTURE TO NO AVAIL.
== Excerpt ==
"Oh." I would stare; an eerie silence seeming to shake my whole consciousness, how.. this couldn't be possible, how.. this was so wrong. Just... not possible.
"Oh no." I shook. No, I couldn't. I couldn't do this. Not now. I trembled, my whole world starting to blur. No-
"OH NO!" I shrieked, the whole world shaking to her, all laws of the world denied. Everything, everything that she saw... fading. "No.." But it was a quiet whisper, a silent breeze in the wind.
Black closed on her; like water being soaked into a sponge. 
She was unconscious.
== Basic Description ==
Please note that in order to fully understand this story, you need to have read Dragonslayer or the summary of it on the canon wiki.
Thistle was just another Wingwatcher. After the general was leading; and the Dragonslayer not really killing the dragon- weird enough. Already, everything was upside down. Then what happened was something... that wasn't exactly-
Bush was young. She wasn't a Wingwatcher, as she was too young. For her mind, the exposure- the discovery of her whole life being turned upside down was just... extreme. And then that happened.
== Prophecy ==
When the small shall overcome the large
When the little shall topple the big,
One with wings of shimmering sight
Shall give both another chance,
And two will be chosen, two will be switched;
Two will be sent across the expanse
To gain once and for all,
And to regain life that was lost
Two will be sent to Two,
And big and small will prevail.
== Prologue ==
A green-black dragon would sit at a sandy beige beach, sweat dripping down her scaly cheek. Why? She had to have another one, at this moment when she was attempting to have even a drop of leisure. She would sigh, letting it in.
Another Picture.
Another Picture.
Another-
This went on until it slowly faded away, like a dream vanishing at the sight of the morning and wakefulness; like mist slowly blowing by like it never was there on your skin. She slammed briefly on her forehead, between her two horns, before comprehending.
So- another vision? It looked different though. Not like what she normally had. And she had no throbbing at this moment. At least that wasn't there to fully ruin her vain attempt to actually have some free time.
Something like fur- a light- a flash- and dragons. Scales. She was sure of it, dragons were there in the dream. But what was the other thing? She would stare blankly at the rising moon, like it was some kind of counselor that would comfort her. But it never did.
So what? If she didn't understand this, she could go ahead, get some rest, and comprehend again.
In the morning... she thought.
In the morning...
== Chapter 1 ==
Of course. They had to wake her up in the morning. Such a beautiful spectacle, an ingenious idea to be as kind as possible to the Wingwatchers. It was so welcome.
"Wake up." someone would gruffly say, very impolitely and very automatic. As if that was some habit, perhaps? It made sense. "Skywatching duty."
"Oh man, you're so kind." she rolled her eyes, muttering to herself. This man named Cattail was very kind. The kindest man in Tailsman, so amazing and fantastic. A wonder of oddities and impoliteness. "Fine." she sighed mentally, acting politely and like a normal, perfectly fine Wingwatcher who followed all the rules of etiquette. Lovely.
Thistle would slowly walk out of the underground city, going through several brown tunnels. She would shield her hapless eyes as they had to rather painfully adjust to the merciless light coming from the sun.
After a few seconds of torture on her eyes, they finally adjusted and allowed her to actually see properly. The sun was totally the kindest thing Thistle's eyes have ever encountered this morning. Better than Cattail.
She would then climb up the oak nearest to the tunnel to Tailsman, her muscles being used to the strain to do the stunt. Thistle would then shelter herself in a long and straight branch radiating from the main trunk.
Wait- was that real-
Woah. Was the first thing she thought of, staring at the thing in disbelief. It was made of a material known as gold, one of the rarest materials in the world. It had shining ruby eyes, and she would shudder, almost falling off the tree in the process. Thistle barely righted herself from falling into a conveniently placed thorn bush.
It was a huge ring, with a dragon head and small (wing..?) decorations on the sides of the ring, just below the supposed dragon head. These had a ruby inside to them, the skin of the wing being a shimmering scarlet color.
She would approach it, looking around the ring. It would shimmer unusually, as it sparkled like the stars on a cold evening night. This was an extreme discovery. She needed to bring it back; despite needing to stay in the tree. It was too important.
She would skirt around the ring, careful not to shatter such an important item. Something that could fully revamp all that Tailsman and the human world knew about dragons.
She would touch it, looking for a way to pick up the item.
And then it happened.
A shriek, echoing through the air. A light blasting from the center of the ring, it covering the whole view of her. She was always about to get out of it, but when she turned it followed her.
Bright.
Shining.
Pain.
A lot.
A jolt went through her entire body, and the whole world would shatter- seemingly, in her eyes. Her body would be violently thrown, her stomach not happy about what was happening. Her stomach jolted sickly, like it was saying "Hey, you never said this would happen today!" and she landed, her whole body feeling like it was stretching and morphing, the matter that made her convulsing into different shapes.
Then, finally, she would jerk onto the ground- and blackness took over the light, it stretching and battling the losing brightness. Then, it surrounded her; and she would be thinking no more.
== Chapter 2 ==
(THIS CHAPTER IS NOT MEANT TO INFURIATE OR MAKE FUN OF TEACHERS IN ANY WAY! THEY ARE VERY IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN OUR WORLD)
I would be dutifully working on some homework, which sounded like a really strange conspiracy of teachers attempting to prevent children from actually moving, which really sounded like the truth. Were they planning to glue the children to their seats? Or plan to turn the children into living statues?
This was another day in the giant twister of conflict and chaos in all forms in a training Wingwatcher's chaotic mind, that would pretty much blind anyone that tried to enter her crazy storm of silly conspiracy and creativity of many, many, forms.
This was Bush.
A very mischievous child that was imaginative- so imaginative, it was stressful sometimes. A twister that materialized and never stopped. Now that she thought about it.. where was Thistle? She should have been back by now.. shouldn't she?
I would then slowly walk out of my room, too concerned for her safety and well being. She knew she wasn't allowed to go outside, because blah blah blah you can't go out blah blah not safe blah blah blah you get eaten blah blah blah... like all of the overprotective all the adults were, thinking children couldn't do anything.
As she headed out.. she noticed a glow. From a tree near the entrance of the tunnel.
And somewhere, someone opened their eyes.
And somewhere, someone woke.
And somewhere, two dragons screamed.
== Chapter 3 ==
(The book switches between 1st person and 3rd person, but I do my best to make it a smooth, normal transition. They don't just randomly switch)
The world would be a blur. A vortex, dancing around my eyes, which was totally the best thing ever; trying to wake up was the best thing in the world. Wasn't nature the most kind and merciful thing to eyes? It totally was. That perfectly made sense.
Nonsense would zip across my mind like annoying people in your peripheral vision that just didn't seem to allow you to even see them all the way. The moment you looked at them, they stopped and pretended they were just going about their normal day. Then, when you looked away, they would stare at you. Lovely.
After my brain stopped with all the thinking, and I sighed in relief, I actually got back to reality.
And immediately, I felt as if something was wrong.
What even was this place?
Was it a prank? No, silly nonsense brain, Bush could never pull this off. Now that I thought about it, something about myself felt wrong as well. I felt a lot taller. And my back felt... horizontal? Nah. I must have been just recovering from whatever that jewelry did to my hapless self.
I soon realized that it was difficult to walk- and was it just her, or was she.. a lot bigger? She had nothing to scale herself with- no trees, no rocks, no plants. Aw, wasn't nature making her life so much easier?
Now, I would be curious as to what I looked like. When I finally located a small puddle, I discovered I really did not make the best decision. I failed. Miserably.
I was a strange.. dragon. With ebony black shimmering scales. Smaller scale groups that varied would be in diamond-like groups, with the color scales of them being a dark orange mixed with amber to orange mixed with a lighter amber/gold color.
My eyes, themselves, would a bright, blazing orange mixed with light amber. They would seem to pierce into an onlooker, like nails being hammered down into wood.
"Oh." I would stare; an eerie silence seeming to shake my whole consciousness, how.. this couldn't be possible, how.. this was so wrong. Just... not possible.
"Oh no." I shook. No, I couldn't. I couldn't do this. Not now. I trembled, my whole world starting to blur. No-
"OH NO!" I shrieked, the whole world shaking to her, all laws of the world denied. Everything, everything that she saw... fading. "No.." But it was a quiet whisper, a silent breeze in the wind.
Black closed on her; like water being soaked into a sponge. 
She was unconscious.
== Trivia ==
* Thistle used to be the secondary character for the first version, but she has been upgraded to the main character.
* Bush never was a character in the first version of this fanfiction.
* Formerly, there were four characters, but now there are only two.
== Author's Note - TRANSFORMATION REQUESTS? ==
I might do a few transformation requests. However, I will only do interesting transformations that will actually add to the story I have planned. (No offense, I can give advice to those with potential, which is everyone) They'll most likely be side characters, and I'll credit them. If they are really impressive characters that add to the story well, then I'll give them chapters.
How to Request / Request Template
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