Nightmarish

== Summary ==
Daemon has always been told he had no past, no childhood, no family. And he's believed it.
But it's not true. He has a mother and father out there, waiting for a child who will never come home. When he meets them on one of his war trips, it jogs memories he didn't know he had. He grapples with the unyielding truth: he is not meant to be a weapon. His family tries to bring him back, while his kidnappers insist that they are lying. Which path will he choose, the path to change for the better? Or will he deny his past and continue down the same route?
== Featuring ==
Daemon
Sigil
Anorak
Brisk
Clatter
Hypothermia
== Prologue: Anorak ==
Anorak shook his head as he paced the length of his den. "It doesn't make any sense," he muttered. Glancing over at the now-empty hollow, he hissed, "How? Did he... wander off? But... why?"
Brisk looked up at her mate and said in a hollow voice, "He's gone. Hypo's all we have left."
The other dragon lifted his head and snarled again, "It doesn't make sense. Hypo, did Overcast say anything?"
The tiny dragonet tilted her head and replied, "Big brother? He said something about a seal. Then he stomped away."
"When? Last night?" Anorak demanded.
She shook her head and said chirpily, "This morning. I just woke up, and he growled at me and went away. Why did he do that, dad?"
The older dragon's spikes rattled as he crouched to look her, head racing. He fought to stay calm as he said, "Why didn't you tell us?"
Hypo flicked her tail and said, "He said he'd be back soon. With food!"
Anorak nodded and said, "I'm going to bring him back. I'll be back soon with him."
== Chapter 1: Daemon ==
Daemon danced away from the flashing claws of Sigil, his own wings open wide. His armor would have easily deflected the attack, of course, but that wasn't the point. The point was to show off his fighting skills. And show them off he did. The IceWing sprang forward almost the moment Sigil finished his attack, viciously ripping into him with serrated claws. However, the scienceborn had his own tricks up his sleeve. Swinging his tail around, he smashed it into Daemon's side, flinging him to the right. He flared his wings and skidded to a stop, wincing. I probably broke a rib, he thought. The very idea threw him into a rage. His eyes darkened to black and all his scales hardened, preparing for an all-out attack. Sigil inhaled sharply and activated his own defense systems, flattening his fins and wings against his body to protect them.
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