Shattered Peace (Dumpsterfire82)

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-Fyre 
== Prologue ==
Multiple sets curved white claws clicked sharply against the milky, smooth ice. Her tail dragged behind her, the ice spikes rattling in a way that made her teeth itch. A large silver clamp grasped her neck, along with thick, long chains that were firmly grasped on all sides by stony faced guards. A muzzle held her mouth shut as small clouds of ice puffed out of the breathing holes.
The enchanted walls swirled with iridescent snow, reflecting the heavy snowfall outside the carved ice windows of the palace. The moon, milky and full, reflected across the shifting landscape, casting a ghostlike effect on miles of snow and igloos. 
Empty, Quiet. Serene, even. But Iberis felt frigid, grim talons gripping her brain tightly, digging their claws in and spreading icy terror and rage throughout her body. She betrayed me, she betrayed me, she betrayed me.
Iberis gasped for air as the tight metal clamp was yanked on by one of the guards. She growled and him, her eyes shooting poison at his stupidly blank, arrogant face she wished she could lash out and rip that lofty, hubristic look off of his snout. A sharp poke penetrated her side aggressively as a reminder of who had the power. The guards glared at her as they withdrew their serrated spears and shifted back to their statue-like formation. A small cut in her side began to ooze blood onto the floor, a thin dark blue thread leading to the throne room. A nondescript servant briskly mopped up the spattering of blood.
They rounded the corner into the majestic carved entryway. 
A pull on her bindings forced her into a merciful bow at the base of the majestic throne. Iberis forced her head up to inspect her surroundings.
The feathery-light snow drifted in from the perfect circular sunroof at the top of the courtroom. Stars brightly sliced through the blanket of night above, almost menacing, too sharp, too bright. The moon was barely a sliver in the dark blue sky. Iberis almost exploded with rage upon seeing the three seated dragons opposite from her.
A small, spindly dragon with gray scales speckled with black sat perched on the chair to the left. She was underfed and tiny, her ribs showing, but she sat with a menacing expression settled on her face. It didn't fit her large, doe-like black eyes. It was Auk. Auk the icewing.
Iberis’s best friend- or so she thought.
In the middle, a beautiful dragon with pure, glistening white scales and hints of pale, regal purple.She was dripping in polished, dainty silver jewelry. Dozens of necklaces, earrings, rings and bracelets glistened in the moonlight, and at the top of her head, perched between her elegant horns, a stunning crown. It was the minacious, baleful form of The Queen. Iberis’s mother. She sat with a regal, tranquil look on her face, yet she looked like a venomous coiled snake, ready to strike.
The dragon on her right was a medium sized icewing wearing simple silver jewelry like her mothers, but she was wearing much less. She had several small scars that were sprinkled on her body, much like the purple freckles on her nose and back.
This dragon, instead of showing anger or resentment, looked like she wanted to cry, her black eyes shiny with tears. She would not make eye contact with Iberis and stared directly above her head. It 
was Timberline, Iberis’s twin sister.
Iberis lunged at the small gray and black striped dragon, thrashing around against the chains. The guards almost lost their grip her shackles, and Iberis’s sharp claws came a whisper from drawing blood from Auk’s small wing. 
She was immediately pinned down by several guards.
Her breath left her body rapidly as strong claws dug into her back. She sat gasping for breath and snarling on the floor, her face pressed against the cool ice. Auk sat horrified, her body trembling. The guards attached her chains to the thick metal loops bolted to the floor. She was stuck, and she could no longer resist. 
“Hello, my loyal IceWings,” Queen Aurora’s voice rang out clearly, breaking the tension and echoing rage like an icicle. 
“We are gathered here today to commence the hearing of Princess Iberis.” 
The guards allowed Iberis to reach a sitting position, which was more respectful to the Queen. The jury, a cluster of buzzing IceWings, murmured amongst themselves.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
The muzzle was removed from her snout.
Iberis laughed, or more cackled, once the muzzle was removed. It was a cold, harsh sound that echoed through the throne room. 
“Oh mother! How you don't know.” She said in a raspy voice.
“I hate you with every ounce of royal blood in my body. I despise how you used me for my magic. How you used me to make you feel more powerful. The throne you are sitting on? Lies. ALL LIES. “ her voice shot out like a spike of black ice stabbing through her mother’s heart. She hissed like a wounded cat. 
“Your subjects don't love you, your husband doesn't love you, and I don't love you. It’s all fake… their love for you is fake. You can thank me for that, not Timberline. Once you have two daughters, work one to the end of her sanity, and then move onto the next…” a insane smile twisted across her snout. Iberis examined her claws nonchalantly, as if her mother was not seething with rage, her claws ripping deep channels into the ice.
Timberline burst into tears. Her body heaved with heavy sobs. It was too much for her, the perfect princess who was protected from everything.
The perfect princess who took her animus magic away, leaving Iberis with nothing.
The guard reached to clamp her snout shut, but she bit his hand hard, sinking her teeth down. 
“THATS IT! KILL HER! DONT HOLD BACK UNTIL SHE IS DEAD!!” The queen shrieked, launching herself off of the throne and into the air. The jury, the judge, and Auk, all joined, flying in panic out of the sunroof and into the chilly night air.
Claws slammed into her body from all sides and tried to slice her throat.
Breath left her body swiftly like a cold blade of wind.
And then, with a cold breeze of swirling snow, Iberis disappeared into thin air. 
== Chapter 1 ==
Birds chirped and sang in the air as Peacemaker made his way out of the hut. He threw open the curtains, and the bright morning light engulfed the small hut, making Peacemaker’s eyes sting a little, but warming his snout. A plethora of rainforest plants and animals bloomed and buzzed in the canopy above, and the RainWings, SilkWings, and LeafWings flitted around the city center like butterflies. Peacemaker breathed in deeply, and the air smelled sharply of mangoes, dirt, and… rotting plants. Not super pleasant, but it would do. He waved goodbye to his mother, Foeslayer, who was still asleep, and threw his bag over his shoulder. He picked a large pink hibiscus from the door’s archway and tucked it behind his ear.  It’s going to be a good morning, Peacemaker thought a few times a mantra in his head. He felt a bit apprehensive at the thought of the council meeting he was attending. A deep breath helped to clear the nervous thoughts, and leaped into flight off of the platform. The warm, humid wind breeze in his face felt nice as he gracefully spiraled  down the layers of lush, green canopy and dropped to onto the humongous wooden platform. The platform was surrounded on all sides by towering trees and giant waxy leaves, large treetop apartments, woven hammocks, and sprays of magnificent colors. The animals of the rainforest knew to not linger too long by the square for fear of being eaten by a hungry dragonet. The wood was warm and smooth beneath his talons, and it smelled almost sweet. A constellation of dragons working at food stands, playing at the parks and rushing to get to classes or jobs filled the square. The tree of life grew in the center of the square. It had been a gift from the IceWings, a sapling from their tree that had grown into and towering, majestic tree in only a few years time. Instead of leaves, there were round globes of light that illuminated the square at might, casting a beautiful candescent glow. Dragonets learning to fly would climb the tree and lap off of the strong branches. It was the most treasured possession in the rainforest. Peacemaker pushed through the sea of dragons and finally made it to the council building. He opened the large door with a noisy groan of wood, and immediately felt humbled by the cavernous high ceilings and the glossy, elegantly carved mahogany floor. His claws clicked on the polished surface. Peacemaker sighed audibly when there wasn’t a soul around. He was early, as always. He walked over to it to the receptions desk and rang the tiny silver bell. Much to his surprise, a large brown-and-orange colored HiveWing slowly rose up from underneath the desk. They had a menacing, tired expression on their aged face, and a small pair of copper-rimmed glasses sat perched on their sharply curved nose. It was Histeridae, the grumpy secretary that always had a bone to pick with something or someone. Peacemaker opened his mouth to speak, but the HiveWing stuck a long claw in his face to shush him. 
“Ah-“ he clucked. He kept his talon hovering there as they noisily gulped down an entire cup of strong, black coffee from a wooden cup. It was 
“….ah! thats the good stuff.” Histeridae said. Peacemaker was convinced that the dragon only felt happiness when he drank coffee.
His small smile dropped to the floor as he lowered their claw out of Peacemaker’s face.
“What do you want?” The HiveWing snarled.
“I would like to inquire what time the council meeting is held at?” Peacemaker said with frustration.
Histeridae sighed gustily straight into Peacemakers face. His breath smelled strongly of foul coffee and dates. Peacemaker coughed and stepped back a few paces. God, I can’t stand this dragon, he thought grumpily.
“welllll, you would know if you looked at the schedullllllee.” He spoke slowly as if he was talking to a tiny dragonet.
“WELLL I THINK YOU SHOULD GO LICK A HALLUCINOGENIC FROGGG!!” Peacemaker screamed. But it was all in his head. 
“…thank. you. “ Peacemaker choked out through a tight smile. 
Peacemaker turned around and narrowly avoided the urge to use his tail to knock Histeredae’s coffee cup off of the desk. 
Peacemaker went to sit down and wait. He read very boring , outdated book about marriage approval processes. The cover was crinkled and dusty, worn from years of age. The silk pages were soft and dog-eared from years of turning. 
Soon enough, the large grandfather clock rang, the deep, clear ringing echoing through the courtroom. The large double doors creaked open and a slow trickle of dragons turned into a flood, scales and wings and tails pushing against each other . Peacemaker joined the food and soon found his seat in the council chamber. He sat next to a sleepy-looking gray SilkWing and a jumpy LeafWing- HiveWing hybrid.  Peacemaker self-consciously folded his wings closer to his body and wished that he was at home, laying on his hammock in the sunshine eating papayas. He jumped abruptly when he heard his name called, jerking him ot of this fantasy.
“…Peacemaker, what are your thoughts on building the new park oven by the magnolia grove?” It was Queen Glory, the elderly queen that had ruled wayyy back to when Histerdae was young. She stood in the center of the room, her eyes gleaming with warm sunlight that spilled color across her massive wings.  She had a voice that sounded like wind chimes and a rare smile that could light up a room. She was like a role model to Peacemaker, a guiding flame. 
He cleared his throat thickly and spoke.
“…I’m not sure, Queen Glory. I believe expanding the city is always important, but I would like to oppose a question: have we considered how this may be affecting the rainforest life?”
Peacemaker wiped a few drops of cold sweat from his brow and exhaled. Thank the moons I brought my notes, he thought, and glanced back down at the crinkled pece if paper in his talons he was reading from.
The rest of the council buzzed in thought. Peacemaker surveyed the room.
There was a circle of chairs, and in the center, a raised platform for the queen or tje speaker to stand on. The roof was open to the sky and shrouded with several giant, floppy green leaves that cast the room in a serene green glow. There was a dragon from every tribe that resided within the rainforest: primarily SilkWings, RainWings and LeafWings, and with a spattering of Nightwings and HiveWings. Peacemaker was an NightWing-RainWing hybrid, but he was chosen as the council representative for the NightWings. He had lived in the rainforest his entire life, growing up in the amazing forest, watching it expand with the help of leaf-speak, watching and as cities develop and houses and shops are built.
A dragon raised their talon. It was Hibiscus, a pale pink RainWing whose scales  were quite dull for the colorful RainWing tribe. They were clever, yet young for a council member, like Peacemaker. The older dragons had to be quieted down by Queen Glory before the room was quiet enough to speak. 
“I respectfully counter that. I believe that the rainforest animals aren’t particularly habitants of that area, and I think that we already have a sanctuary for them over by the forest’s edge.” They looked a little nervous by countering this idea, but Peacemaker gave them a small smile and the furrow in their brow ceased. Butterflies arose in his stomach, and Peacemaker quickly tamped them down.
“I counter that!” Histeredae, who was also the HiveWing representative. 
“Histeredae, please ask before speaking-“
“I belive that this rainforest is getting far too big. Too many dragons in one sot! When I moved here, I was told that it would be peaceful and serene! But NO! There are pesky little dragonets-“
(he glared at Hibiscus and Peacemaker)
“-crawling everywhere!”
Peacemaker raised his hand but began to speak before being called on.
“I would respectfully say that I believe growth is important for our society, but you are wrong! I have lived in the rainforest since I was very young and over the past  seven years, this city has only improved for the better!”
The council erupted in conversation and arguing.
“ORDER!!!” Queen Glory yelled, pounding her gavel down. Her loud, assertive voice quickly quelled the noise.
Histeredae looked in the brink of exploding from anger. He dug his claws into his desk, and something started to buzz slightly. Some of the HiveWing guards immediately fled the room, as if they knew what was happening. Slowly but surely, a terrible smell engulfed the council room. Peacemaker’s nose burned like hot coals and he felt on the brink of passing out. He saw Hibiscus and Queen Glory turn a variety of colors, sickly green and white, and Peacemaker sensed similar colors exploding across his ruff and wings. 
The Queen flew out of the windows of the courthouse along with several other fleeing dragons. The green on Hibiscus’s scales was overtaken by white as they toppled to the floor. Peacemaker raced to catch them before they hit the floor. Blue worry and sadness dripped through his scales.
Peacemaker’s eyes watered profusely, hot tears flowing down his face. His fuzzy brain managed to pick out the answer to what was happening- it was a HiveWing defense mechanism, often triggered when- 
The greenish gas overtook him as black clouded his vision. He fell to the floor, the hard wood smacking against his skull, and then he passed out.
—-
Muffled talking and blurred colors surrounded Peacemaker, and he immediately sat up with a loud gasp. A painful splitting feeling in his skull, along with a firm talons forcing him down laid Peacemaker down on the cot.
He could hear his heartbeat like thunder pounding in his ears, and his head felt full of pressurized water. His eyes, slowly but surely, picked out his surroundings. He was laying in his hut, his mother standing above him, and to her left, Hibiscus, who had a small bandage wrapped around their head. Peacemaker felt a wave of relief when he realized they were safe. Soon, sound rushed in like a racing stream, and Peacemaker was bombarded by words.
“He’s awake - Thank the moons - I can’t believe he just - smelled so bad - passed out -“
Peacemaker tried to speak, but his throat was raspy and dry, and words caught before escaping. A dry wheeze escaped his body, and turned into an eruption of coughs. His mother handed him a cup of water, and Peacemaker eagerly gulped the drink down. He could finally speak again.
“You passed out…Histeredae used his defense mechanism on accident when he got mad at you.” Foeslayer used air quotes when she said “on accident”.
“…that was my fault…I’m so sorry! I didnt mean to hurt everyone and make him mad-“
“It’s not your fault!” Hibiscus said, and they grabbed Peacemaker’s talons and looked straight into his eyes. Their scales were warm and soft, and Peacemaker looked straight into their glistening fuchsia eyes. He felt warmth rise up in his chest, and the worry melted away.
Peacemaker snapped his head away. 
“…thanks, Hibiscus,” Peacemaker said. 
He got up from the hammock, his feet feeling wobbly. Soon he regained his strength, and he began to pace around the room
“I’m going to go brew a pot of coffee, I suppose. Will you be alright, my sunshine?” Foeslayer asked, and Peacemaker felt warmed by the little pet name.
I suppose I could use some coffee myself, he thought. Why don’t I go to the new garden coffee shop that just opened!
“I’m going to go to the new graden coffee shop!“ Peacemaker announced to the his mother, who hummed in response. 
“I’ll come too!” Said Hibiscus, yellow freckling her scales. She smiled, her sharp, venom-shooting fangs showing.
Peacemaker and Hibiscus leaped off of the platform and landed into the square. After a close call with crashing into a large mudwing construction worker who was caked with dirt, the pair finally made it to the peaceful gardens, a small yet well-groomed patch of blooming chrysanthemums and violets. 
A statue of Clearsight sat in the middle, carved from smooth limestone, her snout angled towards the sky, her wings spread as if in flight. It was beautiful. 
All of a sudden, Peacemaker felt a sudden,  painful stab in the back of his skull. Thoughts and fear and rage whistled through his head, and everything was drowned out. He slammed his eyelids shut abruptly.
CLEARSIGHT!
SHE BETRAYED ME! 
SHE IS WHY I-
Suddenly, someone tapped Peacemaker’s shoulder and jolted him out of…whatever that was. If felt like being thrown into a cold lake, a strange shock that make his eyes fly back open.
“Hey, are you alright? What happened? It looked like your eyes were closed…and…” It was a pale pink RainWing. Hibiscus! He remembered abruptly. How would he forget them?
“I- I’m alright…” Peacemaker said, his voice cracking. He started to feel a little bit more like himself as the screaming shadows crept to the corners of his brain.
Hibiscus gave him a quizzical look. They gently felt his shoulder.
“Are you sure? You know, you were just unconscious and everything… “ pale green sprayed across her scales. It was slightly endearing to Peacemaker, but he pulled his wing away from their grasp. 
“ I’m okay, don't worry about me. I promise I’m alright. “ Peacemaker had found a way to convey convincing fake happiness , and the furrow disappeared from Hibiscus’s brow. 
“ … I’ll go grab us some coffee, why don't you wait here, “ They said after a few heartbeats of silence. He watched their retreating back as they walked away.  
He felt dizzy and he gingerly felt the back of his head for a wound, but the scales were unblemished. What was that!?
Peacemaker, can you hear me? The voice whispered.
You, its you again ! Who are you? What did you do to me? Peacemaker’s thoughts screamed.
I cant tell you who I am, but I can tell you why I’m here, it said, louder this time. Peacemaker couldn’t see anyone nearby, but the voice sounded clear as day, as if someone was speaking.
First of all, I’m not alive anymore. I’m… well…. Let’s just say I’m a ghost, from the past. I’ve been plagued to exist within this body. At this point, this might as well be my third time “living” Normally I wouldn’t be haunting your body, but some dragons had other plans…
I know as long as I am alive, I will never achieve ultimate power. So I wish to be dead… The Voice sighed deeply, and Peacemaker felt extremely conflicted. He couldn’t imagine the light show of colors that were probably rampaging his ruff and wings. As a hybrid, Peacemaker had no control over his colors whatsoever, like Hibiscus did.
But your mine now, and your life will never, ever be the same again.
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