The Stories of Pyrrhia

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== The Prophetess - Darklight's Cavern ==
Boom! Crash! Deafening explosions fill the air, and screams rose above the noise. 
"Help! Help! Oh, won't anyone save us!?!" Their desperate voices filled the air.
The Prophetess jerked her head towards the sounds, courage and nobility surging through her. A cry for help! I must answer it! 
Swooping low and fast, she pumped her majestic sparkling black wings with the force of a thousand suns. When she reached the crime scene, the Prophetess gasped sharply, taking in the scene. The rainforest was on fire. 
In the center, the Trickster, the Prophetess's greatest enemy, was lighting dragonflame cacti and throwing them down at the once-peaceful kingdom. She had an evil grin on her face, drinking in the chaos below her.
"Trickster!" The Prophetess shouted fearlessly, catching the Trickster's attention. "Your reign of terror is over!"
The Trickster cackled. "Oh, it's far from over, Prophetess!" 
The Prophetess lifted a brow, and suddenly the Trickster was being bombarded with powerful punches and bone-crunching kicks in mid-air. In the blink of an eye, the Prophetess was triumphantly brandishing the Trickster's remaining dragonflame cacti. 
The Trickster gaped. "GASP!" With nothing left to set on fire, she was unarmed, and unable to wreak havoc among the rainforest and its denizens. "Urgh! You- you!" She growled. "I'll be back..." 
The Prophetess snorted a plume of fire. "Just go away, Trickster. Leave."
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So the rainforest was saved, and after a few months, returned to its original state. "Thank you, Prophetess! You're always welcome here! We're so thankful!!" The now safe RainWings shouted gleefully.
The Prophetess looked towards the sun, which was slowly sinking below the horizon, casting the land in a tranquil orange glow. "Pyrrhia is safe, thanks to me..."
"I am... THE PROPHETESS!!!!!"
== The Scavenger’s Reign - Made by the greatest SkyWing ever: Falcon (Faultea) ==
Have you ever wondered what life was like back before the scorching, when scavengers used to rule Pyrrhia? Well me too, dear reader, and that is why this story was created!
Using observations of these furry fellas, dragonkind has been able to piece together what life might’ve been like back before the glory days, what a day would be in the life of a scavenger. This is dedicated also to my sister, Peregrine who helped with the research done for this masterpiece of a book.
----I love being a scavenger, it’s so cool. I didn’t know that we would lose our ability to breathe fire in the future, but that’s okay- Because I can do it now.
(Note from Falcon: Did you know that? Scavengers used to breathe fire? Isn’t that so cool!)
I get up every sunrise, and then I climb out of my burrow to eat dirt and things. (Note from Falcon: Apparently, before they made miniature houses, they slept in the ground!)
And then I like to go and drink out of puddles. I also dig in the ground with my bare paws and wear shiny things, because I am a scavenger and that is what I do.
And my name is Grombus. Because I am a scavenger and that is how we are named  (May not be entirely accurate –Note from Peregrine)
During the daytime, it is much too hot for my furry little scavenger genes so I usually go inside my burrow and sit on the floor and continue to eat dirt. And then I talk to my scavenger friends about dirt and life.
In the evening, I go outside because it is colder, and I light a bonfire with my fire-breath for my group, family, (I think they would be called herds. — Note from Peregrine) Due to it being so cold.
And then I go back inside and sleep.
== Qiáng Jiàn and the Testa Solis - Written by Tài Yáng, RainSea tailor, artisan and writer (WABA) ==
This scroll was supposedly written by Tai Yang and was popular among NightWings in the NightWing School. Though, this origin is a bit odd considering that Tai Yang is currently alive and works for Commander Radiance in the Hexacomb.
(these characters are vaguely inspired by Chinese dragons and mythology, hence the mandarin names. also, Tai Yang is a 4th wall breaking little sod, along with integrity, dalv and lantern, so she gets to live magically long if she wants to)
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Since the first dawn, Sol had risen, it's radiant fur shone divine light upon the land. It beckoned to the sprouts, turning them into lush trees. It beckoned to the fields, turning them to vast expanses of barley and rye. He watched from the sky, dragons from each continent praising his light...
.. Until one fateful day, Sol disappeared below the horizon, turning the sky an inky black with no traces of light. Instead of the long, streaking body, the luscious fur and manes, the peaceful and elegant nature of Sol, a being dim and grey with sleek fur and two heads had taken his place, Luna.
Luna circled over the land, depriving the flora the light they hunger for, creating a shade for slugs and pests to feed on the crops. Soon, there were no healthy plants left for the dragons to eat, and the kingdom went hungry. Luna demanded a sacrifice of a dragonet each year that she reigned over the skies, and the Queen of the land, fearful of what she may do, obliged.
Every year, a dragonet was selected, left atop the highest mountain in the land to be given to Luna.
. . .
On the 1000th year of this cycle, and it came time to choose the dragonet, The Queen stood before the dragons. She announced the dragonet to be sacrificed to Luna this year. She pointed a talon into the crowd, and a space was cleared around the artisan's daughter, Qiang Jian. It was schedule that, that night, Qiang Jian would be left upon the highest mountain.
Before she left, Qiang Jian requested one thing; to bring her sword. At first, the Queen refused, fearing what Luna may do if the dragonet attempted to attack the being. Qiang Jian lied, claiming that her great sword would be a gift for the dark deity. To this, the Queen reluctantly agreed, and that night Qiang Jian was sent to travel to the top of the mountain.
The gruelling trail was no match for the determined dragonet, and she made her way to the top before even Luna had. Soon, Luna passed by the peak of the mountain, peering down upon the young dragonet.
" Dragonet, you have brought a sword? Surely you do not wish to slay me?" Luna tilts its heads, leaning away slightly.
Qiang Jian lies once more, " O' great Luna, why would I wish to slay you? I have brought this sword as a gracious gift. Come close and take a look. "
Luna falls for the lie, and moves toward Qiang Jian. At that moment, Qiang Jian raises the sword, bringing it down between Luna's heads and slicing her in two. Light filled the sky as Sol was freed from Luna, the shell that had hid his light.
One half of Luna fell into the sea, creating waves and ripples that would never cease. The other half remained in flight and chases Sol around the world forevermore in an eternal game of lion and prey.
And for the dragonet, she returned to the village, seen as a hero. But Qiang Jian was humble and caring, and she saw Luna chasing Sol. She saw Sol tire while Luna was driven by her rage. Qiang Jian returned to the top of the mountain and flew among the beings. But Sol no longer needed to worry about Luna catching up, not for hundreds of years, as when Luna reigned the sky at night, Qiang Jian kept a close eye on her, her black scales shimmering as she became the stars.
== The Legend of the Cruel One - Written by Stargazer of the NightWings (-Draga the dragon) ==
How in the moons I never ACTUALLY written this? Ok, for anyone reading this, you will be shocked. I know that most would not be NightWing to read. But yeah. The story you will be reading is the story of the Cruel One.....the daughter of Queen Vigilance.
(note: this story is a short rephasing of Queen Mightybreaker and in the pov of her mate.)
----Once, we lived in the Night Kingdom. The NightWings were great, known for our powers and genius nature. My mother, a nightwing who is sadly dead(fought Mightybreaker and lost during the Overthrow of the Cruel One. I was only a few months when Darkstalker killed his own father! So yeah. I was scarred from seeing this.....blood of a IceWing on stage. I was the closest one near the stage to see Arctic's white eyes close, I swear I heard the last thought from him....To me Arctic's mind was sorry...like he regretted the things he said. I had watched him as his final breath came. He was dead. 
The rest of it was chaos. I was dragged into the air by my mother. I whined as we flew away from the stage, the image of Arctic's body drilled into my mind, this is something I never forgotten that night.
(wip) 
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