Shattered Mirrors (AU)

CAUTIOUS READING: gore and mild swearing
PROLOGUE
quite some time ago, there where animus dragons everywhere. They spread faster than wildfire, and the icewings had the most animus dragons. A Icewing by the name of Orca, enchanted a small shattered piece of mirror to do something unknown, it is never documented what the Shattered Mirror can or will do. But one, specific day, the Mirror was stolen from the treasury and snuck away without a sound.
the icewings where furious and complained, accusing all the tribes of working together to steal it. Therefore the icewings had no mercy, waging war against every single tribe in Pyrrhia and Pantala. This war has gone on for more than 50 years now, no one has found the animus touched enchantment yet. However something outrageous occurred. Something or someone started hunting down every single animus dragon there is, and drove most of them to extinction. Now only a few animus dragons live and the war is still ongoing.
CHAPTER ONE - 
The storm was worse than any dragon expected. Trees were flying, water was flowing rapidly. The wind blew most water out the rivers but the rain refilled them. There were wild fires spreading quickly as the lightning slammed trees down or burned them up. Thunder barked and roared through the ravines and caves. But it was worse in the ice kingdom, large amounts of hail were dropping out the sky, one hit from these and a dragon would be downed or worse. Snow was everywhere.
Ptarmigan was standing inside the palace, it was so boring inside. Most of the icewings were out in battle, dead or sleeping. Or in rare cases, some may have gone to look for the Mirror. Ptarmigan was one of 11 dragonets in the entire ice kingdom. Many icewings were too busy doing other things than getting dragonets to try grow the population at least up to 20 more. Ptarmigan was alone, most of the other dragonets were females and trust, a single male dragonet does not get along with 9 females. There was one one more male in the 11 dragonets (including Ptarmigan) and they got along fine, it’s just that the other male, Snowstorm, had a lot more to do as he was older than Ptarmigan (Ptarmigan is about 2 and Snowstorm 5), the other nine dragonets where named, Flake, Glacé, Glacier, Snow-fox, Rose, Snowfall, Polarized, icicle and Caribou (out of the 5000 caribou’s through the entire history of icewings.) Flake and Glacier hated each other, Rose and Glacier worked together to bully the rest of the group. Ptarmigan was always left out, when Snowstorm was free then they acted like best brothers (they are not brothers.) but when Snowstorm was out, Ptarmigan was alone, he, himself and the girls who acted like spoiled sh1ts.
Ptarmigan wished he could get out the boundaries of his mother (Ferret). She was so careful but rude; soft but cunning. She never let him go anywhere without heavy arguments with his father (Owl). He was always isolated, away from everything. Ptarmigan had already planned out an escape, he just needed time.
FIVE HOURS LATER, MIDNIGHT.
Ptarmigan was ready, he had everything packed in a wolf skin bag; weapons and foods. He opened his ice windows, the wind was vicious— howling like the wolves during full moons. Was he sure he was going outside? Where he could get blown away or even die? Yes. He did not want to stay in this crap-hole for longer. He outstretched his large, shiny pinkish blue wings and jumped out the window. The wind caught his instantly, waving him side to side like a flag, he flapped his wings faster and faster, fighting the wind current slowly. 
A DAYS OF FLYING, LATER
The storm finally ended. The skies were as blue as ice. The water, no matter where Ptarmigan looked it was as clear as crystals. Ptarmigan saw green trees and white snow merging with dull orange sands. Heat struck his back, he was flying into the kingdom of sand, he had to stay low- away from the stronghold and scorpion den. He sweated, it was very hot, nothing like his home in the ice kingdom. But he was finally able to see things that are not blue, blue, white or white, he saw oranges, greens and eye blinding red cactus flowers. Ptarmigan flew I bit closer to the ocean, which was very close to the renewed night kingdom- so he flew up, higher, trying to blend in with the deep white clouds. His scales shone as the sun reflected them, though.
he looked down, not many dragons where outside. Maybe it’d been too hot? Maybe they’re out fighting? He did not know, there were also many deserted places, burnt and ruined. Where these the scavenger dens? Ptarmigan glided down, landing on the sand. He winced as his iced scales dug into the flaming hot valley of a dune. Only a few sand particles froze upon him stepping on the dune, but his feet felt burnt and hotter than ever. He bit his lip, looking around. Still no dragons. He took off, flying further. 
his wings ached. He was finally out of the hot sand kingdom; therefore he should be close to the sky kingdom.
(More to be written later)
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