Morrowseer's Pain

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== Chapter 1 ==
In the Nightwing hatchery, in the middle of the smoke, ash, and lava, a small Nightwing was being born.
And Morrowseer was very late to witness it.
But why should I care, Morrowseer wondered as he twisted into a dive, darting through the tunnels of the Nightwing's volcanic kingdom. Sure Nightwing dragonets are rare now a days, but I've never liked dragonets anyway. Can't follow orders, eat all the food, distract the mothers from their duties- just a pain in the tail.
The Nightwing that was hatching wasn't even related to Morrowseer. But all of a sudden he was supposed to go to every hatching because apparently they were important or something. As if he had nothing better to do. HONESTLY.
And the mother, Nightstalker, was so ANNOYING, always saying that the Nightwings should "change their ways" as if there was something wrong with them. Sure, they lived on a volcanic island hidden from society only sending out assassins and false prophecies rather than helping... BUT IT WASN'T AS IF THERE WAS ANYTHING WRONG WITH THEM. OBVIOUSLY.
Morrowseer sighed as he arrived at the hatchery, but missing the event wasn't an option. Nightstalker was always so dramatic when it came to these things and he was likely to get yelled at by her if he tried anything.
This is why I don't have a mate, Morrowseer thought as he entered the room.
The hatchery might seem dangerous to any other tribe, but it was the safest place on the island. It was near the top of the volcano, so if it caved in less rock would fall. Also, it was on the far end of the island, away from the last eruption so there was hardly and ash or smoke to clog the newly born dragonets perfect breathing.
Inside were three female dragons, all crowded around a broken egg. No, Morrowseer inwardly groaned. I'm late.
In the largest dragoness's talons lay a tiny hatchling, blinking its curious eyes. It yawned, and all the dragonesses made THE MOST ANNOYING SOUND EVER. IT WAS A WEAK PATHETIC DRAGONET THAT KNEW NOTHING. NOTHING. WHY DID THEY NOT SEE THIS.
Morrowseer softely growled at the dragonet, but it only made the baby smile and reach its claws toward him.
ITS NOT AFRAID OF ME, Morrowseer thought. SO INCONSIDERATE.
"Oh, look who finally decided to show up," Nightstalker growled. "Mr. Always-Has-Something-More-Important-To-Do came by to say hi."
Biting back a retort, Morrowseer managed to smile and said, "What will you name her?"
Nightstalker glanced fondly at the dragonet in her claws. "She shall be named Obsidian."
"Really. That's quite an ...unusual... name for a Nightwing," Morrowseer said.
"You mean it isn't a lie," Nightstalker said cheerfully, snuggling with Obsidian.
Morrowseer held back a growl; Nightstalker always knew how to get under his scales.
"Well, congrats. Can I go now?" Morrowseer growled.
He got three growls in response. Even the pathetic little lizard looked offended.
Morrowseer sighed. He was in for a long night.
== Chapter 2 ==
A year later....
Morrowseer looked around, annoyed. The soldiers were all training their battle technique, but Nightstalker was missing, AGAIN. WHY DID THE WORLD NOT WORK THEY WAY HE WANTED IT TO. WHY COULDN'T THE TRIBE JUST BOW DOWN TO HIM SO HE COULD LIVE IN PEACE FOR ONCE.
For some reason it didn't seem to be working that way. Then he spotted her, on a rock ledge, teaching Obsidian how to fly. Its been an entire year since the hatching and she still can't leave the little lizard for ONE SECOND to train. That wasn't even the worst part; Obsidian herself was the biggest to disgrace to Nightwings he had ever seen, always so HAPPY and INNOCENT and GETTING ON HIS LAST NERVE.
Morrowseer spread his wings and drifted to the rock ledge where Nightstalker was laughing as Obsidian tripped over herself trying to lift her wings like her mother was showing her. Useless lizard, Morrowseer thought again.
Morrowseer tried to ignore the dragonet as he turned to face Nightstalker. "You are supposed to be at training," he growled at her.
Nightstalker rolled her eyes, pointing her wing toward Obsidian. "Can't you see I'm busy," she said.
"You should be busy with BATTLE TRAINING. Let some other useless dragon take care of your lizard," Morrowseer snapped, exasperated.
"FOR THE LAST TIME, SHE IS A DRAGON. And if they are useless, why would I want them to care for my dragonet?" Nightstalker asked with her annoying common sense she always seemed to have.
"But you have to train! Its been a year since you actually stepped foot in that arena!" Morrowseer reminded her.
At first Nightstalker appeared as if she was going to yell at him again, but suddenly she had her annoying 'idea face' and completely relaxed.
"Fine, I'll go train. But someone must look after Obsidian, and I think it should be you. After all, you don't do any training, just your highly important business," she said in a mocking tone. "So add Obsidian to that list. Better go train, so take good care of her." Before he could stop her she leapt off the cliff, twisting into a spiral dive and bolted towards the training arena.
She just left me alone with this... this... lizard, Morrowseer realized. What've I done?
== Chapter 3 ==
Morrowseer paced back and forth on the rock. He had never taken care of a dragonet before. What did it want? What did it need? Why was it making THAT ANNOYING SOUND THAT MADE HIM WANT TO THROW IT OFF THE CLIFF?
Morrowseer turned towards Obsidian, his temper rising, and realized she was watching him with wide eyes looking almost... humored. Morrowseer continued to stare at her and he became sure... she was amused.
The lizard is making fun of me, Morrowseer realized, disbelieving.
Losing his temper, he made the scariest face he could manage at Obsidian, but that just seemed to make Obsidian MORE HAPPY. She even clapped her talons together like he was some sort of entertainment source.
Morrowseer snorted. Why is this thing immune to fear?
Suddenly, Obsidian started making a high pitched whiney noise that could've been used as a weapon. Morrowseer stared helplessly at her, trying to figure out how to stop the insufferable sound.
Maybe she's hungry or something, Morrowseer realized, and remembered a small bird he had caught a few days ago. It should be dead by now. Does she eat that kind of stuff?
Clearly it wouldn't hurt to try, because the noise was getting louder and Morrowseer was afraid Nightstalker would come by any moment now to see what was going on.
"Okay," Morrowseer started awkwardly. "I'm going to get some food. You... um, stay. Here. On this rock. You understand?"
"Ugly dragon want me to stay. He kind of rude. I be da scariest most danger dragon ever! Ugly dragon don't tell me what to do!" Obsidian squeaked, surprising Morrowseer. He hadn't know she could talk, let alone be so annoying and rude about it.
"Um... right. So... stay here and stuff," Morrowseer ordered, and flew towards the forest.
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"How long will I have to do this for," Morrowseer grumbled to himself, carrying the bird in his talons as he flew toward the rock. He frowned, he had been sure he would've passed it by now, but there was no sign of Obsidian anywhere. Sighing, he flew towards the training arena, deciding he would work his way up from there. He approached the rock ledge, but Obsidian was still nowhere to be found. Starting to grow scared, he dropped the bird on the rock and flew in frantic circles, calling out her name.
"Obsidian! OBSIDIAN! Oh no, Nightstalker's going to kill me!"
It was official. He had lost Obsidian.
== Chapter 4 ==
Morrowseer flew over the volcano, trying to think logically. Obsidian was just a baby, she didn't even know how to fly properly. She couldn't have gotten far. Maybe she had gone down to the arena to find her mother. Yes, that would make sense.
Flying low to the ground, Morrowseer tracked his way back to the arena, but still no lizard. Just when he was about to give up, he spotted an unnatural bump in the rocks. It was Obsidian- and she was right next to the lava river, inches away from falling in.
"NO!" Morrowseer leapt towards her, but not fast enough. Luckily, the piece of rock she was standing on broke off, and she giggled like she was having the time of her life as she floated down the lava river.
She's floating towards the lava falls, Morrowseer realized with increasing horror. WHY MUST EVERYTHING ALWAYS GO WRONG.
He flew after her and almost went right past her until she squealed "Big ugly dragon doesn't like the orange water!" and started giggling hysterically.
Why am I doing this again? Morrowseer thought to himself, but he turned around and flew after her- right as the rock she was on fell of the edge of the falls.
"No!" Morrowseer cried, and dived after her, grasping her in his talons and letting out a deep breath. Obsidian started laughing like crazy, as if they were on some crazy roller coaster.
"Morrowseer!" Nightstalker called out, making Morrowseer freeze in place.
"Oh, hey, Nightstalker!" Morrowseer said, grinning awkwardly. "Just taking Obsidian on a tour."
"Really," Nightstalker said sarcastically. "Because I'm sure you were chasing her down that cliff right there. Or was I mistaken?"
Obsidian laughed again. "Big ugly dragon is busted!"
= ~The End~ =
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