Glass Star Academy

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==Dragons of Pyrrhia==
 
 
Mudwings:
Description: Thick, armored brown scales, sometimes with amber and gold underscales; large, flat heads with nostrils on top of the snout
Abilities: Can breathe fire (if warm enough), hold their breath for up to an hour, blend into large mud puddles; usually very strong 
Queen: Queen Verneshot
 
Sandwings:
Description: Pale gold or white scales the color of desert sand; poisonous barbed tail; forked black tongues
Abilities: Can survive a long time without water, poison enemies with the tips of their tails like scorpions, bury themselves for camouflage in the desert sand, breathe fire 
Queen: Queen Thorn
 
Seawings:
Description: Blue or green or aquamarine scales; webs between their claws; gills on their necks; glow-in-the-dark stripes on their tails/snouts/underbellies
Abilities: Can breathe underwater, see in the dark, create huge waves with one splash of their powerful tails; excellent swimmers 
Queen: Queen Anemone
 
Skywings:
Description: Red-gold or orange scales; enormous wings
Abilities: Powerful fighters and fliers, can breathe fire
Queen: Queen Ruby
 
Icewings:
Description: Silvery scales like the moon or pale blue like ice; ridged claws to grip the ice; forked blue tongues; tails narrow to a whip-thin end
Abilities: Can withstand subzero temperatures and bright light, exhale a deadly frostbreath
Queen: Queen Snowfall
 
Rainwings:
Description: Scales constantly shift colors, usually bright like birds of paradise; prehensile tails
Abilities: Can camouflage their scales to blend into their surroundings; shoot a deadly venom from their fangs
Queen: Queen Glory
 
Nightwings:
Description: Purplish-black scales and scattered silver scales on the underside of their wings, like a night sky full of stars; forked black tongues
Abilities: Can breathe fire and disappear into dark shadows; some hatch with the power to read minds or see the future (or, very rarely, both) 
Queen: Queen Fablebreaker
 
Hivewings:
Description: Red, yellow, and/or orange, but always mixed with some black scales; four wings
Abilities: Vary from dragon to dragon; examples include deadly stingers that can extend from their wrists to stab their enemies; venom in their teeth or claws; a paralyzing toxin that can immobilize their prey; or boiling acid sprayed from a stinger on their tails
Queen: Queen Jewel
 
Silkwings:
Description: SilkWing dragonets are born wingless, but go through a metamorphosis at age six, when they develop four huge wings and silk-spinning abilities; as beautiful and gentle as butterflies, with scales in any color under the sun, except black
Abilities: Can spin silk from glands on their wrists to create webs or other woven articles; can detect vibrations with their antennae to assess threats 
Silkwing Assembly
 
Leafwings:
Description: Green and brown scales and wings shaped like leaves
Abilities: Can absorb energy from sunlight and were accomplished gardeners; some have unusual control over plants, known as Leafspeak
Queen: Queen Hazel
==Prologue==
Horntail stood up from her papers, brushing the charcoal off from her arms, and stepped outside. Her camp was on the edge of a great cliff, almost like standing near the edge of the hives, letting the wind flow through her wings. She used to love the hives when she was a little dragonet, and ever since the fall of the Hivewing kingdom, she still missed them. But here, she was on a massive mountain range, far higher than she'd ever been in her life. The air was thin, crisp, and clearer than anything else. She missed this. This... still calmness. It would be beautiful. Dragons would love it here. The fresh air would help them think.
Horntail looked over at the nearby mountain. There. That's where she'd build her magnificent palace, right after the to-be headmaster would get it approved. She turned around, pulling away the heavy tan hide of her camp, and stepped inside, looking at her plans. It was magnificent, her true magnum opus. A true pinnacle of her career as an architect, the greatest thing she'd get to see, built for all to marvel at. She gathered the papers together, rolling them up and stepping outside the other side.
The camp was small, and nothing to marvel at. Just some simple tents, arranged where the ground of the mountainside was flat enough. She wouldn't have to be there forever, not until the top of the mountainside was flattened. The to-be headmaster and manager of the whole operation's tent was marked with a big emerald gem hung over the tent's entrance. Horntail started to step up to the tent, but something caught her eye. One of the other dragons who was going to be working on this project, a nightwing she couldn't remember the name of, was sitting outside, feeding a grey bird, that she'd never seen before. She looked up when Horntail approached. 
"Have you never seen one of these before?" the nightwing asked, "It's Moon, by the way." 
Horntail nodded. "Moon. No, I don't know what one of those birds are. We don't have then at the Hives." She stepped up close. The bird didn't seem to care, not running away, just stepping a little away while continuing to eat the seeds Moon had tossed. "It's really not scared of dragons, is it?"
Moon shook her head. "They aren't that afraid. I learned about it in history. Dragons had trained them to send messages without needing to use their own soldiers, in an old war. After that war had ended, dragons just abandoned them."
Horntail gingerly reached out, gently touching the bird's head. It only ducked, but didn't leave. It was such a friendly bird! Moon glanced up, and handed Horntail a couple seeds to give to it. Horntail gave it a seed, coaxing it to eat from her talon. It hopped on her talon, and she stood up, holding it gingerly. 
"What a beautiful bird." Horntail stated, looking into it's little eye. It had an iris, like a dragon did. 
Moon smiled. "This kind of bird's called a pigeon."
"A pigeon? I like that word." Horntail said, watching the pigeon stare into her eyes. She really did like this strange little bird, and hoped they could be found everywhere when the academy will be completed. 
==Welcome to Glass Star Academy==
Welcome, prospecting student! Whether it's flamesilk, mind-reading, or something else, Glass Star Academy was made for you! Here, you'll learn to control these amazing powers of yours and use them as a force for change in this wonderful world! But don't feel alone! You'll meet plenty of dragons who are just as strange as you, and can do things just as amazing. You'll be under the wonderful guide of some of the most famous and heroic dragons in all of recent Pyrrhian-Pantalan history. They'll be sure to help you with any problems you may be having! With a fantastic cuisine and the stunning Glass Star building, you'll love your time here!
Group: 	I 	II 	III 	IV 	V
Diamond: 	Purity 	Blizzard 	Opalite 	Aurora 	Moonstone
Topaz: 	Ember 	Goliath 	Pharaoh 	Sunstone 	Hera
Opal: 	Hologram 	Rainbow 	Paradise	Gemstone 	Stunning
Emerald: 	Venus 	Sycamore 	Fairy 	Dewdrop 	Rosae
Sapphire:	Lazuli 	Glasswing	Seaglass	Atlantis 	Thalassophobia
Amethyst:	Lavender 	Starmap 	Galaxy 	Perfect 	Crystal
Obsidian:	Startaker 	Pyroxene 	Pigeon 	Skygazer 	Truesight
Pearl: 	Chalcedony	Cienega 	Airhead 	Frostcaller	Luck
==Chapter I: Welcome, Students!==
Anxiety was an understatement. Dread swirled like a cloud of hornets, every logical path leading to an unfortunate end of expulsion or certain death. Seeing the Glass Star Academy was like stepping into a pit, not knowing how to fly, every bone feeling heavier than steel, plummeting to the ground. Feeling numb at the edges, visceral image after visceral image of all the inevitable, horrible ends racing through her mind, faster than the spray off of a waterfall. 
Put simply, Pigeon was not excited for her first day. Of course, she didn't say a word to her mother, who was just flying ahead. Such visceral images weren't exactly new for her, she could realize that. Whether it was meeting strangers and absently thinking about if they'd break her neck, or when the Mantis Hive had to evacuate and every way to get lost and smashed alongside the rubble of the Hive as it got knocked down paraded her head, Pigeon had learned to simply swallow her wild imagination and move on with her reality. It was also kind of fun to take the sarcastic comedy of it too. Like of course, a meteor is going to come this very moment and crush this very building, amiright? Right out of the blue, and smash into this building right here, out of all the places. Oh no, here it comes! And wait as the active imagination had nothing really to respond with. 
Pigeon wondered if her mother felt the same way about some things to, or if she paraded on with absolutely no fear. Well, if the Glass Star building was anything, it certainly suggested she had no fear. It looked like a star itself, with four arms, each pointing to one of the four cardinal directions. The central spire was one of the tallest things around, probably containing multiple levels in it's massive, conical structure. The entire building was made with grey ashwood and steel, as her mother said, but it had so many glass structures on it, it gave Pigeon a headache to look at straight on. It practically glowed, like a star. No wonder her mother loved it so much. She was probably sad that Pigeon got to go to this school and not her. 
As they got closer, Pigeon saw that it wasn't just covered in glass. It was made out of hundreds, if not, thousands of little glass structures, hanging from the building's various overhangs and embedded into its many pillars. It got less bright and Pigeon could look at it directly. The entrance became more pronounced, as a strange drawbridge that could be retracted up into the building's walls. Standing in the entrance, Pigeon could see other dragons. Dragonets, specifically. Like her.
When Pigeon and her mother landed on the drawbridge, she got a better look at the dragonets on the bridge, ignoring most of what was likely their parents. They were... strange, to say the least. There were three, each more unique than the last. The first was probably an icewing, based on what Pigeon knew about them, but they were wearing many pieces of silver jewelry, some which looked to be fused into the dragon's scales. One was likely a nightwing, but smoke raising from their scales, and they seemed to be glowing at the cracks between the scales. The third was some kind of hybrid-one that Pigeon couldn't recognize, but saw he had a rainwing's frill, even if it was small and stunted. He had a good-looking face, and looked at Pigeon when she landed. His eyes were deeper than the ocean, almost like night. He smiled. Pigeon smiled back, trying to be nice. 
Her mother grabbed Pigeon's talon and dragged her inside, and started chattering about this building's secrets and how it was made, and everything Pigeon found rather boring. The inside was quite different than the outside, however. It was darker on the inside, inlaid with gold and red quartz in the walls. It really did look like a royal palace, and not a school. The middle of the main hall had a massive chandelier, that almost looked like just a ball of fire. 
Her mother stopped in front of the front desk, and started chatting up with the receptionist. Pigeon managed to slip out of her mother's grasp, and ran off to check out the rest of the place. It was fairly large, as far as academies go, certainly larger than her former one. Pigeon managed to weave her way to the dorms, passing by other dragonets, some even more different than the first three, where only one she recognized as a (probably) common member of the Hivewing tribe. But he was calmly chatting up some silkwing hybrid, so maybe Pigeon was just paranoid. 
She had reached the north arm of the building, which, if she remembered correctly, was the dorms. Her mother had been excited to show Pigeon a map of the place, pointing out each wing's function. So this was probably the dorms, where she'd be sleeping. She couldn't remember her room, but thankfully, she could see pieces of parchment nailed to each iron door, and not all of them were marked. The academy was originally intended to house up to a hundred dragonets, not including if one chose to put more than two per room. Which, if that was true, meant Pigeon would be sharing a clawmate until the year was over. What a miserable way she was going to celebrate a 6th hatchday. 
Pigeon started to walk by the dorms, looking for her name to be scrawled on that piece of paper. When she found it, it was on the second floor, directly near a spiral stairway. For those who needed it, she guessed. Her door was no different than any of the others. 
A bit nervous, Pigeon leaned against her door, listening. She couldn't hear anyone inside. Hopefully, that meant no one was inside. But when she pushed open the door, she was met with a near forest on one half of the room. Flowers were growing over the ceiling, there were at least six potted plants overgrowing with something exotic. The entire place smelt like she just stepped into some kind of flower forest; rather overwhelming. She could just see a leafwing on a hammock through the foliage. The leafwing was reading a book, but hadn't noticed Pigeon. Pigeon looked at the other side of the room, and was annoyed to find that her clawmate had left some... gardening tools-? The most experience Pigeon had with gardening was the giant trees in her mother's sketches. She was pretty confident those were gardening tools, given the forest next to her, but they could just be obscure leafwing weapons. 
Pigeon looked in the forest of plants, and cautiously asked, "Are... these yours?" pointing to the tools. The leafwing looked up, and nodded, before turning back to her book. 
Miffed, Pigeon stated, "Can you... get them off my bed?" The leafwing just flipped a page, ignoring her. Sighing, Pigeon reached down to grab the leafwing's tools. She had just set an oversized scoop thing on the ground when she felt something slither behind her neck, and she jumped, cowering away from it. It was a vine, growing from one the flowers on the ceiling. Was it trying to... strangle Pigeon? She rubbed her neck, feeling a creeping sense of fear overtake her. Maybe she'd die faster than she expected. 
The leafwing on the bed called out, "Don't touch my tools." She didn't even look up from her book. 
Pigeon grimaced, and hissed, "Then get them off my bed." The leafwing glanced up, then looked down at her book. The vine that was probably going to strangle Pigeon curled around the tools, picking them up and placing them somewhere in the dense overgrowth. 
Watching the tools sink behind the wall of leaves, Pigeon sighed, "Do you have a name?" 
The leafwing looked up, flipped a page, and coldly stated, "Fairy." She went back to reading her book. Leaning a bit, Pigeon could see it was a flower catalogue from Pyrrhia. She looked up at the flowers on the ceiling. Maybe those were from Pyrrhia, or the Poison Jungle. Regular flowers, as far as she knew, didn't grow dragon-strangling vines. Pigeon unsheathed her bags, a pair of really nice, massive satchels her mother made for her. Supposedly, when she wasn't designing massive monuments for academies, she did a variety of other craftwork. 
Pigeon unloaded most of her things onto her bed. Moving out of the hive, she was forced to pack rather light, so really, these two satchels carried everything of hers. A couple sentimental toys her schoolbooks, some pieces of jewelry from her father, and a couple of architect's tools from her mother. Nothing to be impressed by, really. Pigeon set up the books on the shelf nearby, using a hivewing and silkwing doll to prop them up. She stored the jewelry and tools at the foot of her bed, which was a massive mattress anchored to a stone brick. She put her last toy, a vicious-looking leafwing doll she called "Ravage" as a kid and also tore out its button eyes when she was little, for some reason. She'd managed to find one and sew it back on, so she now called it "Button."
Overwhelmed by the scent of flowers, Pigeon stepped outside. Either that receptionist had been very gripping or Pigeon's mother had thought Pigeon was elsewhere. There was a third option, but Pigeon didn't like it. She climbed up onto the banister, and flew down. That nice dragonet from earlier was there. He was chatting with a red skywing, but he turned when Pigeon landed, and smiled at her. Pigeon nodded, and left to find her mother. 
Her mother was in the activities wing, if Pigeon remembered correctly. This was where the prey was held, where clubs would meet, and where dragons could play fun games. This place was particularly hollow, with natural sunlight filtering in from the ceiling. The inside was designed like a grassy slope, with gentle, rolling hills and large rocks to accompany it. There were many more dragonets; a blue and white leafwing, A brilliant gold sandwing, and a Nightwing with red underscales, to name a few. Pigeon's mother was there, looking around. She turned around and spotted Pigeon, running up and hugging her. Pigeon could feel her mother's pennant press into her eyelid, and she smelled almost overwhelmingly of cinnamon. At least it was nice to know her mother still loved her, even if she wasn't too fond of hugs. 
Pigeon's mother let go and quickly asked, "Where were you? I thought you had run away for a second? I know you don't like this school, but trust me, it's going to be excellent for you."
Not this again. No matter how much she pointed out the huge red flags by attending this academy, her mother insisted. Pigeon quickly gave up in trying to argue. 
She nodded and agreed. "Yes mom." 
Pigeon's mother looked at her daughter, then asked, "Where are your bags? Did you find your dorm already? Did you meet your clawmate? Are they nice?"
Pigeon nodded, numbly stating, "I did find my dorm. I met my clawmate. They're fine."
Her mother sighed, looking down at her daughter. She turned, to look at Pigeon from the side. "Will you be okay? Do you need me to show you the rest of the place?"
Pigeon looked around, at the dragonets, then at her mother, nodding her head slightly. "I think... I think I'll be fine." Her mother smiled, and pulled Pigeon in for one last hug. 
"I'll miss you, Pigeon. Your father will too." She commented, gently stroking Pigeon's head. Pigeon made a muffled comment about missing her mother too, then her mother let go. 
"Stay safe, okay? Write when you can!" Her mother stated, then walked away, waving to Pigeon every five steps. Pigeon waved back, repeatedly, smiling until her mother was out of sight. 
Pigeon was alone. Alone, more alone than she had ever been before. 
== Chapter 2 ==
"Your mother really loves you, doesn't she?"
Pigeon whipped around. It was that dragon from before. He smiled, choosing to sit next to Pigeon. His scales seemed polished, and colored like evening twilight. He had some flecks of blue scattered on the underside of his wings, like a nightwing. His face was sharp and angular, but still young, 'cause he was. On either side of his eyes, he had the teardrop scales, that were important, for some reason(Pigeon couldn't remember). He was wearing a gold necklace, with three amethyst stones strung into it. Kind of like Pigeon's own necklace, which had three obsidian stones placed into it. No, it wasn't her necklace. That was the one the school gave her. If she had to guess, the same applied for this dragon. 
She was about to ask for his name, but he beat her to it. "Galaxy. I know, right? Not a very fitting name for me."
Pigeon shrugged off the response, and replied, "It's better then Pigeon, let me tell you. It's not even related to hivewings."
Galaxy laughed. "That's a skywing's name, and not even one where their mother loves them. That's the kind of name you give a dragonet when you want them to know you have a favorite child and it's not them."
Pigeon snorted. She liked this dragon, he amused her. "Ya, my mother's weird. Yours?" 
Galaxy stated. "She was really hoping for a little girl. Didn't plan around that, and my father- he was long gone before he could put his input in." 
"Oh, that's awful." Pigeon noted. 
"Don't worry about it. So why are you here? Stingers inflict something horrible? Secret animus? Horrible cosmic power I should be scared and/or running from?" Galaxy asked, genuinely curious. 
A sinking feeling had entered her gut. This was the exact reason she didn't want to come here. However, she shrugged it off, "Nah, I'm nothing special. My mother was the architect for this massive place. They thanked her by letting me come here. What about you?" 
"Me? Well... I really hope you don't get mad at this, but I am a mind reader." 
Pigeon was a bit shocked. A mind reader? That's... surprising. Wait- can you hear this right now? She thought, giving Galaxy a skeptical look. 
He laughed. "I can, actually. But I can't search through your memories, yet- I'm not good enough." That was slightly relieving, if anything. Despite the fact that Pigeon really had nothing to hide- the worse probably just being some upsetting memories in her past- she really didn't like the idea that she could be laid out on a table, picked apart so well someone else could tell her story without her. It felt nice, at least, that she could tell things when she wanted. Galaxy bit his lip, but didn't say anything. 
"I guess that's a relief. Anything else? I heard that the dragons here are supposed to be very unusual. No offense." 
Galaxy shook his head. "Just mind reading. That's all. I'm nothing to worry about." 
Pigeon nodded. She traced a circle in the massive sun pattern on the floor, made up of various gems as it's tiles. The place was so detailed. It was beautiful. She sometimes wondered how a single dragon could come up with an idea. She sometimes admired her mother for her mind, and wondered what it could possibly be like. She looked up at Galaxy, remembering his mind reading. 
"So..." She started, unsure of what to ask. Small talk was never her thing. "...Where are you from?" 
"Nightwing kingdom. After they up and ditched Glory and Fablebreaker was crowned. My mother is a nightwing, so she took me with her." 
Pigeon nodded. "I'm going to guess that your father is a rainwing, then." 
Galaxy nodded. "But what about you? The hives got knocked down to make room for the Silk-Leaf Kingdom, did yours survive?" He asked, looking at Pigeon from the side, glancing elsewhere around the room. There were dragonets everywhere, talking with each other, running around, brooding in some corner. 
Memories swirled back to her. She was very little when her hive had been knocked down, and most of her memories were fuzzy. She remembered being really scared about getting lost, getting harmed when the hive was going to be toppled. Even as she was only 2 years old, she was no stranger to fear. Pigeon also remembered watching the hive itself fall. It happened during the sunset, after the base had been chipped away at until the main support was taken down. She remembered sitting on her father's head, his talons holding her steady, as she got to watch over the tops of the other dragons. She remembered seeing the massive silhouette cave in on itself, crashing, caving in with a thunderous cacophony. She couldn't remember feeling strongly about it, just, 'oh, that's gone. I'm okay though.' If the Glass Star Academy fell in the same way, would she feel the same way? She looked over at Galaxy, wondering what he saw from her head. 
He shrugged, and offered, "Tell me what you want me to know. I'll try to shut out everything else, but I'm not very good at it." 
Pigeon nodded. At least he was trying to be polite. "I was in Mantis hive, but my parents moved to the Jewel cities, after Mantis was taken down. The cities were... fine? I suppose." Pigeon wasn't too sure how the common dragon usually lived, but for her, she was pretty sure it could have been way worse. 
Galaxy asked, "Are you hungry? I am, I just flew here from the rainforest." He stood up, brushing himself off. Pigeon realized that she too, was also pretty hungry. She'd only eaten the last of the rations from this morning, and it was already late afternoon. 
"Hungry? Ha! I haven't eaten since I first arrived on Pyrrhia!" She smiled, getting up as well.
Galaxy led Pigeon into the wing, moving through the grass. The prey was kept in a ring of rocks. All of which, weren't able to fly or climb over the smooth grey stones. Nearby, there were separate circles where fruit was kept. In one of them, a multi-colored dragon with many different features was eating a piece, conversing with a pale silkwing who kept her wings tightly folded up. Pigeon looked down at the pool with animals, and leaned in towards Galaxy. 
"Which is your favorite?" Pigeon asked, looking down at the animals. A couple of gazelle, some fish in a small pond, and a couple others she didn't recognize, likely from Pyrrhia. Galaxy shot her a weird look. 
"I don't eat animals. It's cruel." He stated, looking over towards one of the fruit circles. 
Cruel? Pigeon thought. I mean... maybe, but... she saw Galaxy walk over to one of the far circles, and motion for Pigeon to follow. She stepped over, looking inside. Whoever was responsible for arranging the fruit, they did a good job. It was really pretty, with the colors forming a gentle, spiraling gradient, but Pigeon didn't really find it appetizing. Galaxy hopped in, pulling some red and orange lump out and holding it up. 
"C'mon, this looks great!" He said, cutting open the fruit. The insides looked stringy and yellow, not exactly the most appealing thing Pigeon had seen. Galaxy, however, looked thrilled. He took a bite out of the fruit and smiled. "It tastes great! You should have some!" He replied, hold out the other half of the fruit. 
"I don't know... I think I'm just going to go eat... something else." Pigeon replied, lifting a talon, point towards the center circle. Her father made it quite often, boiling it into drinks, arranging it on platters, serving it with meat, that sort of thing. Pigeon never really liked most fruits, the sweet thing never really being for her. It didn't help that she couldn't smell fruit without thinking of cinnamon, which mother insisted to be in almost every dish, even bringing some with her after moving out of the Hive. Eventually, Pigeon learned how to hunt for herself just so she could taste something un-spiced. 
"Don't worry, Pigeon, this one's super tangy. It tastes better than meat!" Galaxy replied. Pigeon looked down at the fruit. Well, what was the harm in doing so? It wouldn't kill her, and, less she hated it, she could always eat something else. Pigeon stepped up and took the fruit. She looked down at it, taking a sniff. It smelt stronger than the berries did, which was, it smelled like something, but Pigeon couldn't place her talon on it. She gingerly took the fruit and put a piece in her mouth, biting it off. 
Pigeon wasn't exactly sure what "tangy" was supposed to taste like, but if this was it, she didn't really like it. Its taste felt strange to her, the most similar thing she could think of being... vomit. Yes, that was cruel and not nearly a reasonably comparison to make, but really, asides from the other fruit she'd tasted, this one tasted strange. Galaxy hadn't seemed to notice, polishing off his half and grabbing another. Pigeon stood up, putting her half-eaten half on the ground, taking a step back. 
"What's wrong? Don't like it?" Galaxy asked, looking down at her piece. 
"I don't know..." Pigeon replied, staring down at it, mildly upset and feeling a bit tired. "I think I'm going to go... eat something else." 
Galaxy sighed, and nodded, "Okay, fine. You do what you want, I suppose." 
Pigeon nodded, and hopped out of the circle, walking over to the central circle. She looked down at some of the animals in it. This could be fun, she thought. She hopped down, scaring a couple of fluffy white animals, which all ran off. She looked around, spotting a lone gazelle grazing on the grass. She ran up to a large rock, obviously placed there to let dragonets use it as cover. She waited, counting on her talons. She wasn't sure how long it would take these animals, kept here, to calm down, but she remembered the usual time for gazelles to calm down. She finished counting, and looked around the rock. She saw the gazelle, head down, eating. She moved silently, stepping just far enough to crouch, ready to pounce. The animal was none the wise. 
Pigeon sprung up, flaring her wings. The gazelle jumped, trying to get away, but Pigeon had predicted it's movements, and had overshot her jump, landing right where the gazelle had bolted to. She landed on it's side, knocking it over. It started to writhe under her talons, but she quickly bit into it's neck, getting the taste of blood on her tongue. It was good. Really good, actually, fresh and warm. The animal quickly stopped struggling, falling limp. She picked it up in her talons and dragged it over to a rock to strip it of it's fur. Fur didn't taste great, usually. 
She looked up, around the room. Galaxy had ran off, to somewhere, Pigeon guessed, but she didn't know. The two other dragons had started chatting to each other, the silkwing leaning in close to the hybrid of some kind. Whatever. Pigeon looked down at her catch again, cutting open it's throat, and skinning it. She kept at it for a while, tuning out the world, just cleaning her meal. 
"Hey! New dragon. What's your name?" Someone asked, from somewhere close to her. 
"Uh-?" She looked up. The silkwing was in front of her, but she had her wings open. Pigeon looked at the silkwing's wings. They were confusing, a elegant, flowing pattern of spirals and shapes. It made Pigeon's head hurt to look at. It wasn't good to look at this- she tried to look away, but it held her eyes fixed, or it seemed like everywhere she looked, there was just those spiraling patterns. 
Someone-from somewhere- asked, in a soothing, calming voice - "Does this hurt?" Pigeon slowly nodded. It did hurt- a lot, making her head feel fuzzy and ache. "Maybe you should rest," the voice replied. That was a good idea. Maybe she should rest, close her eyes until her headache cleared. She was only dimly aware of her own body falling over, tumbling and hitting the earth below. 
== Chapter 3 ==
Pigeon woke up with something really hot poking her eye. She squeaked in pain, sitting up and rubbing said eye. It felt like she'd gotten hit with a flaming stick. She blinked, rubbing until her fuzzy vision cleared. A nightwing was staring at her. She recognized them from the gate, the smoke rising from her scales. 
Pigeon looked over, and spotted Galaxy, snarling at the silkwing from earlier. She stepped away, towards the hybrid, saying something to them, before both walked away. Pigeon pushed herself to her feet, stepping back from the other nightwing. Galaxy turned, looking at Pigeon, and trotted over. 
"Hey, are you okay? Those dragons are so mean." He asked, glancing at the other nightwing, who shrugged. 
Pigeon made a guttural noise and replied, "Yea, yea, I'm fine. Just... don't do... that again. Ouch." Pigeon reached up, but thought better than to keep pressing on it. The other dragon backed up, frowning a bit more. "What... what happened? What did that silkwing do to me?" 
"That's Hologram. Apparently, she can hypnotize other dragons. She did it to you." Galaxy hissed, blowing smoke from his snout. The other nightwing looked concerned for Galaxy, holding up a talon, but quickly tucked it back between her feet. 
Galaxy caught notice and chirped, "Oh hey! I don't think you've met before. Starmap, this is Pigeon. I just met her. Pigeon, this is Starmap." 
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