Can you hear the breeze whisper? .:. clouded moon's backstory

==Prologue==
Who was this strange black dragon that had come to help?
There's no time to ask. We must leave the territory before we are taken prisoner.
He seems to belong to no Tribe...
Perhaps it is an odd-looking NightWing.
Or... is it...
No, it can't possibly be.
They are only in the stories. I am not a dragonet anymore.
I can see the Kingdom of the MudWings. We are safe.
I should thank him. He's gone through trouble to get me here.
Where has he gone?
I didn't get to ask any questions.
Black dragon,
I owe you my life.
If you ever need me, I will be waiting.
How could I ever repay you?
==Chapter One==
Conch is gone when I wake.
Perhaps she's just gone to catch something to eat. There is no need to worry so quickly. I step outside of our makeshift den and stare down at my black SeaWing patterns. Conch's were blue. I let out a sigh. Why can't I be normal?
I sit down, scanning the sandy shore. A crab scuttles across the shallows. I want to catch it, but Conch will be back soon with food. She will scold me, for she does not like to eat crab.
I hear the song again. The one that Conch tells me never to follow. When I ask why, she does not answer, but I listen. She tells me stories, of the Gods and Izanami. She tells me that the song is Izanami, luring unwary dragons down to the land of Hellia and turning them to the Dark Side. I do not believe it, of course, but I can't help wondering what would happen if I followed the sound.
Conch still does not return. I begin to worry. She is a skilled hunter, and never normally takes this long. I wonder how long she's been gone. Perhaps she has decided to take a leisurely swim. But beneath this hope lies the dark suspicion that she will not return.
Minutes turn into hours. The afternoon sun beats down on my scales. The realization hit me long ago, that Conch is gone for good, but I can't help waiting, wondering where she could have left to. The SeaWings falsely accused her, of betrayal during the SandWing War of Succession. She was banished. No intelligent tribe would take her in. So would she..?
Camp Gin Chi.
The name whispers in my ears. It is familiar, although I cannot remember ever hearing it anywhere. I shake my head. I must be going insane. I know, although I am not sure how, that it is the place of the demikami. It is a small part in the dragonet stories that every dragon hears.
The sun is setting. I will sleep tonight, sleep without the warm scales of Conch pressing against mine. Nothing will be the same without her...
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