Death is the End

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An endless night, spliced in half with the sun, lazily sat in the middle of the sky; what they called the overseeing eye. It never moved, said to watch over the ones who worked the yoke of the palace. But, in terms of time, early morning had just arrived, so not many had awoken yet, besides the goddess of the night, who would just be resting and closing her eyes.
A dragon sat on a balcony, his dark silhouette drooping. He was constantly tired, yet always insistent on waking up before he was called to any council meetings. His talons rested on the railing; even if he was one of the gifted ones with large wings, as many who lived here were, they were there because of the walking biohazards… otherwise known as dragonets. But to him, they were a nuisance, trouble, pain in the tail. And he avoided them at all costs, scared they would get attached, and he would find a relationship with one that was hundreds of years younger. He slowly lumbered around, talons clumsily scratching the floor (though, not leaving a mark, otherwise he’d be hammered for ‘incorrect’ manners), and ran head first into someone he was hoping would come later.
“Nebeus!” the dragon spoke loudly, nearly in his ear, followed by the ringing of a bell. The voice was, of course, entirely fake and overly positive… for who could ever be that happy in a position that amounted to almost nothing?
Nebeus was… frankly, lucky, to be where he was today. In a lavish palace, made from… perhaps, the very stardust itself. Though, it was never his choice, and would he have chosen to be there? He would tell himself that he never had wanted to be there, but there was, undoubtedly, the truth that he was living a better life than he would be living if he was where he started. He hatched from poverty- naught more but a slummy town that was barely scraping by; sharing all his possessions with a bratty twin sister who was named Novax. His mother’s name had long since left his mind, forgotten ages ago, for he no longer aged- being his god’s favorite servant. But now, could he even consider himself a servant? Perhaps he was… a council member, in his eyes, but Artemyx could easily see it differently. ‘’Best to not jump to conclusions.’’
A cruel fate, one might say… while Novax lounged around the palace with the goddess of night, Artemyx, he did the dirty labor, even if it wasn’t… quite too bad. For Nyx was a clean dragoness, never fond of any dust or untidiness, often sweeping up after herself. But her brother, on the other hand, was an entirely different story. Everywhere he went, there was always a mess. And always was Nebeus expected to do it. 
“Are you even listening to me?” 
That snapped Nebeus back to attention. Not always.. But, often, it was common to see him zoned out, thinking about his past. It was like his coping method, something even Nyx herself had gotten used to. But the younger members of the castle didn’t know a thing or two about him, and it was… starting to get on his nerves. Why couldn’t a ‘’goddess’’ just pick the dragons she liked the most and prolong their life, like she did with him? He slowly turned back to the balcony with a sigh, rubbing his eyes as though it would suddenly wake him up.
“Like I have told you before, Dalax, I am easily lost in thought. And,” he continued, knowing that the young SandWing butler was about to open his mouth and protest. “You should know that by now. After all, you’ve been working with me for almost a year now… have you not learned anything?”
Dalax looked uncomfortable as usual when Nebeus decided to “snap” (though, that was just his mood, at least, most of the time). He shifted his weight from one to another. “I don’t have time for social…” he blurted out, before trailing off due to the sharp look he had received from Nebeus, who just… sighed, and turned back to the sky. 
“I am sorry for my rash actions,” Nebeus said, letting out another long sigh, as though that was all he could do nowadays. “Please, tell me what is on my schedule today.”
“Council meeting in an hour, and of course, Falkon’s duties,” Dalax responded instantly, as though he had it memorized, which wasn’t exactly impossible.
“Very well. May this day begin, and may I not lose my sanity.”
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Across the way, perhaps not so far, in the same general area, a palace of fire resided on the mountainside, staring down at the palace of stardust. It was made so, when Artemyx failed her fight, to be less than Falkon. However, they had signed a peace treaty, to be viewed as equals when another four rebelled, but the palaces were too heavy and complex to easily be rebuilt. 
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