Wings of Fire Legends: Altered (EDRReal)

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This story is about Altered, a character in Wings of Fire: Silent Sounds; it starts in 5,003 AS.
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= Summary =
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= A NightWing Guide to the Dragons of Pyrrhia =
=== MudWings ===
Description: thick, armoured 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 Moorhen
Alliances: currently allied with Burn and the SkyWings in the great war
=== SandWings ===
Description: pale gold or white scales the colour of desert sand; poisonous barbed tail; forked black tongues
Abilities: can survive a long time without water, poison enemies with the tip of their tails like scorpions, bury themselves for camouflage in the desert sand, breathe fire
Queen: Since the death of Queen Oasis, the tribe is split between three rivals for the throne: sisters Burn, Blister, and Blaze.
Alliances: Burn fights alongside the SkyWings and MudWings; Blister is allied with the SeaWings; and Blaze has the support of most of the SandWings as well as an alliance with the IceWings. 
=== SkyWings ===
Description: red-gold or orange scales; enormous wings
Abilities: powerful fighters and fliers, can breathe fire
Queen: Queen Scarlet
Alliances: currently allied with Burn and the MudWings in the great war
=== SeaWings ===
Description: blue or green or aquamarine scales; webs between their claws; 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 Coral
Alliances: currently allied with Blister in the great war
=== RainWings ===
Description: scales constantly shift colours, usually bright like birds of paradise; prehensile tails
Abilities: can camouflage their scales to blend into their surroundings, use their prehensile tails for climbing; no known natural weapons
Queen: Queen Dazzling
Alliances: not involved in the great war
=== IceWings ===
Description: silvery scales like the moon or pale blue like 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 Glacier
Alliances: currently allied with Blaze and most of the SandWings in the great war
=== 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, disappear into dark shadows, read minds, foretell the future
Queen: A closely guarded secret
Alliances: too mysterious and powerful to be part of the war
= Prologue =
Two NightWings skimmed across the dark expanse of the desert, heading back to the Scorpion Den after a successful trade with a trio of traders. They had cleverly scammed the travellers and obtained a substantial number of items at the expense of almost nothing. Gems, gold, and other riches filled the bags they were carrying; they could sell them at a much higher price back at their tent. But, as they planned their future mischievous dealings, something glinted far from below.
 
“Nothing has fallen from your bags, right?” One of the NightWings, a male, asked.
“Not as far as I can see, Faithless.” The other NightWing, a female, raspily returned.
“Well, only one way to find out.” Faithless swooped down from the pitch-black night sky and became a purplish shape roaming over the pale sand.
Ireheart had always thought he was a bit compulsive; that shining thing could be a trap or a simple piece of scrap. But, then again, more than half of the random twinkling things that he’s found while flying were all pieces of jewellery or other unexpected treasures, just waiting to be plucked up in their talons.
She was shaken out of her thoughts when she suddenly heard his mind become extremely bewildered and shocked.
What the… Ireheart could hear his thoughts suddenly start jumping everywhere as she swooped down towards him.
Only then could she could see what he had laid his eyes upon. It almost seemed like a giant opal; frosty teals, greens, and purples dotted a striking moon-white surface, but it was also numerously freckled with strange black dots as if someone flicked ink on top of it.
But it wasn’t treasure this time. Instead, Faithless had found something worth much more than ten times of all their treasure ever obtained.
He found an egg.
She skidded beside him and stared in awe at the wondrous and lonely thing. Why would someone dump their egg off in the middle of nowhere? Were they kidnapped and left to die in the desert? Perhaps a parent was travelling and had to hide it, only to come back later? No, that wasn’t it; one could easily see minor scratches on the surface from being weathered by sand flowing through the wind. The confused NightWings both stared at it for a while, leaving them in silence as their minds scrambled to make sense of it.
Ireheart abruptly spoke, “We should take it in. We can’t just leave it here. Who knows what will happen to it!” But almost instantly, she could feel Faithless object.
“We don’t have the kind of money or home to raise a dragonet! We live in a tent in the Scorpion Den,” He emphasised. “We have no room. Let’s leave it here. Maybe someone else will find it and take care of it.” Abruptly, a memory shoved itself to the surface of his mind: a large NightWing throwing a young Faithless into a cave wall. The thought was strong enough to make Ireheart wince as if she could feel the inflicted injury in the replaying memory. Plus, I don’t think that parenting is cut out for me. What if I hurt them..? Or maybe- But she quickly stopped him from overthinking.
“Faithless, listen to me.” She twined her tail with his. “You don’t have to be like them at all. In fact,” She glanced at the egg again, making sure that it was still there and not just some hallucination before looking back at him, “You can be the exact opposite of them. You can be all of the things that you wished they had been towards you. You can do all of the things you wished that they had done for you. You can be whatever you want. You can make sure that this dragonet doesn’t experience what you had to.” They found themselves leaning against each other’s sides, sharing their warmth in the cold desert night.
He sighed. “All right, I get it.” He looked a bit better and more confident. “Let’s take it in. Maybe…” He paused and thought for a bit. “Maybe we can use the money that we got from this stuff to help raise them.” He looked disappointed about that plan, but from within his thoughts, Ireheart could see that he was willing to go through with it. He gently plucked up the giant opal of an egg and slid it into another bag he had. Luckily, the egg fit snuggly. But this seems kind of like a bad idea, his doubts persisted one more time.
Ireheart dismissed that last thought because she was delighted with her choices for the first time in forever.
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It was the middle of the day after the event, and Ireheart was sleeping in her simple cot of hay and fabric. She had slept with the egg close to her. Ever since seeing the egg for the first time, she had an extremely odd and unbearing urge to protect it. Maybe it was because she felt terrible that the dragonet might never find their actual parents, or because they were just plopped in the middle of the desert and forgotten about. Who knows, she just hoped that the dragonet inside had survived the harsh desert temperatures and that she wasn’t holding a stillborn. She had lectured on how cold the egg was and exclaimed that maybe the cold desert night had gotten to it already, but Faithless reassured her that seeing how pale the shell was, that it could quite possibly be an IceWing egg. She didn’t like that concept one bit. A pair of NightWings caring for a child from an enemy tribe isn’t exactly something they wanted the other tribes to know about. Plus, any punishments that would happen if anyone found out would be significantly multiplied in intensity, as they were also runaway criminals to both the NightWing and IceWing tribes.
Faithless sold their treasures from the night before while she attempted to warm up the egg and worried her tail off about the egg’s temperature and the two tribes that might come after them. He was surprised at how much he had already sold; the amount of cash accumulated would support them for years on end, even after their little one would leave to explore the world for their parents if they did one day.
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It was sundown, and Faithless was getting ready to close his shop; that was, until something had caught him off-guard--or, well, several somethings. Pale shapes were moving among the town’s buildings before they gathered in the centre, and that’s when he could see what was happening.
IceWings. About seven of them.
Seeing as they were all armed guards from the second circle and above, his heart started pounding as he questioned whether Ireheart was true about her fears.
Faithless never really liked IceWings. It wasn’t because he got caught once or twice stealing something from a couple of nobles (it wasn’t his fault that they were so snobby) or because of the animus feud that happened thousands of years ago; he could care less about that last one. But he wasn’t particularly fond of them due to their posh and condescending manner. He always tried to act friendly towards any that he encountered, however. But, as always, the end of any of these meetings ended with an IceWing threatening him about something, despite Faithless’ best attempts to keep things peaceful.
He shook off his judgments about the tribe and suddenly became perplexed. Why are so many high-class IceWing guards in a poor town like the Scorpion Den? Did they find out about us? Aren’t they incapable of tolerating the severe heat of the desert? Are they stationed here because of the war? Is there going to be a battle near the town?
His jumble of questions was interrupted when he found one IceWing was approaching him before also noticing that the group had scattered and were going around the entire city. He hoped that they were only searching for a wanted dragon that wasn’t him and his friend.
The IceWing, a ghostly blue-violet female, eventually reached his tent and, before he could greet her, asked him in a chilling and stern tone, “Have you seen an opal-coloured egg near or inside this town?” He nearly froze but averted himself from being questionable. Luckily, Ireheart left the tent an hour ago with the egg, so they couldn’t search him for anything.
“No, I haven’t seen one. You could probably look at the orphanage down the- “But the IceWing abruptly left as if he was wasting her time. He snorted at her audacity and watched her walk off before closing his tent.
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Ireheart travelled back to the place where they discovered the egg, and, surprisingly, the divot wasn’t erased by any sand yet; she was there to locate at least something to hint about the egg. She landed in the sand and looked around but couldn’t find anything involving the egg in tow. “It’s like you appeared out of thin air, like magic.” She finally said to the lonely egg. “It’s almost like a spell was placed so that you would be here.” She paused before chuckling. “Are you some animus spell placed on me and my friend? Highly unlikely but seemingly plausible,” she joked before digging her claws into the sand and digging in suspecting places.
She dug through the sand around the area for what seemed like forever before she finally concluded that she couldn’t find anything. She sighed in defeat before clutching the egg close to her. “Well, at least you have us; we might not be the best, but we’re you’re only choice for now.” She lifted herself off the ground before soaring back to the Scorpion Den.
When she got there, the shop was completely closed, but something felt… off. She quickly went inside only to find Faithless pacing and silently panicking.
“What happened?”
“IceWings. They’re here searching for the egg.”
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