The three sisters

Contents may be disturbing to some readers, TW child abuse, death, gore, torture. Feel free to skip if that's not your thing :)
The three sisters story takes place centuries before the age of Darkstalker but after the scorching, once the guide book is released i'll try and sort out the timeline better. Simply do not perceive the typos and grammatical errors in this page. It will be better for both of us trust me. All art featured is by me, Airbornlizard. 
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== Prologue (to be changed completely) ==
"You came." Alpine croaked, his voice barely audible above the winds that howled furiously as they writhed in the air. 
"Your message said you were in danger." snarled Tigerlily, her frills turning from green to a bright pulsating red. "Obviously that was a lie."
"Not me, my daughter." His voice and talons trembled as he carefully removed the bag from around his neck, opening it to reveal a tiny dragonet nestled inside its blue velvet interior. Tigerlily glared down at it from atop the stone slab she was perched on, her amber eyes narrowing. 
"So you and your wife have produced another royal spawn, how is that my problem?" sneered the rainwing, forcing her colours back to muted greens.
"She's an animus, Tigerlily." he said simply, his voice numb as he stared down at the little creature softly cooing in the bag.
Tigerlily's scales drained of all colour within two seconds, leaving her just white as the icewings in front of her. 
"Well congratulations." she said, trying to keep her voice nonchalant and disinterested as her eyes filled with obvious terror. "Wasn't the royal family beside themselves when the gift skipped a generation? Seems to me like you all got just what you wanted." Even through her poorly disguised fear Alpine could still hear the bitterness in her words, he felt a small twinge of guilt run through him, but he pushed it down. This was too important.
"You have to take her, you have to keep her hidden. Your tribe can do that. You're the only ones they haven't come for." he pleaded desperately.
"I'm not compromising our location. The-"
"I'm not asking you too. I don't want to know where your tribe is hiding, I just want you to take her there and keep her safe." He interrupted hastily.
"They'd rip us apart just to get their talons on her! We do not need any more reasons for them to hunt us, its a miracle they haven't caught any of us, or had a vision or seen-" 
"Think what they could do if they got their talons on her!" He had to convince her. " They would have her bring you all to them as soon as she could form words! I can't protect her from them, and I can't protect Pyrrhia from her. But you could, and think how much animus could help the rainwings, you could safeguard yourself against the queens indefinitely. You could kill them." 
"Bu- are you seriously telling me the your precious queen is okay with this? Giving away her dragonet to another tribe, her only heir, who also just so happens to be an animus?" Tigerlily was grasping at straws now, the sneer on her snout was fake and fixed as her eyes searched for excuses. 
"She doesn't know, nobody does. I made sure of that." He said disgustedly. "We are the only two dragons who know the egg hatched at all. There's no way for them to trace her back to your tribe, even if they read my mind. Because I don't know where your taking her." He hugged the bag close to him trying to focus on his child and not the images swirling through his head, as clear and powerful as the winds that whipped around the mountainside. 
"Fine. Okay, but if you make any attempt to follow me I will kill you Alpine." Her voice was defeated, flat. 
"I won't i swear, and Tigerlily? If I try and contact you to, trying to see her, or even just to meet up with you. It's a trap and they've taken my mind. Okay? Don't trust me." 
She nodded grimly, dropping lightly to the ground next to him. He pressed his snout to his daughter's forehead, feeling her little claws grip his nose and his tears roll down his cheeks. He ripped himself away trying not to meet her pale little eyes as he passed the bag to Tigerlily. She took it, staring down at the dragonet with some strange mixture of pity and hatred. "Goodbye Tiger." He tried to smile. She didn't say anything, just stared back at him, her scales shifting to the dark blue of the sky. 
"Her names Snowdrift." 
== Chapter one "He's a what?" ==
The palace was full of them, Robin could hear their foot steps echoing throughout the whole structure as he raced along the familiar stone corridors towards the throne room. They were looking for him and they would tear apart every brick of his home to find him, to take him.
"Grandmother!” he called to her as he skidded through the great oak doorway. Queen Eagle whipped around as he launched himself into her arms. She scooped up her little grandson, her wrinkled face relaxing ever so slightly. They held each other as nervous guards stood watching the door he had come through, their spears shaking in their talons, their breath hot with the unblown fire that trembled at the backs of their throats.
“Where are we going?” asked Robin as he hid his face in her warm orange scales 
“We can't stay here can we? Not with them here-“
“I’m sorry” said his Grandmother drawing away from him, her talons still gripping his shoulders.
“But who are you?” her face was gentle but confused as she studied the little dragonet in front of her.
“w-what?” he stammered 
“Ah. There you are.” 
A nightwing stood in the doorway, she had huge blue eyes that fixed on his. Great greedy spheres framed by azure tear drop scales that glinted against the lit torches. The Skywing guards were awake, were alive. But they examined their surroundings as though seeing them for the first time, their bodies fumbled to move and their mouths dribbled saliva and quiet incoherent sounds. Their eyes held the same politely befuddled expression as Robin’s grandmother but they lacked… something that she had retained..“Hello your majesty!” smiled the blue eyed dragon. “I see you’ve found my son, thank you ever so much. He’s had us worried sick.” Her voice was cheery and deliberately upbeat, as though she was trying to rid her words of any confrontation. 
“Your son?” Asked eagle tightening her grip slightly on Robin’s shoulders “But your-“ she mumbled confusedly.
“A nightwing? Oh yes, but you know what they say, bloods nothing in comparison to the bonds we make in life.”
“oh do people say that..?” 
“Yes.” Said the dragon, her voice sounding somewhat strained. Her smile more frozen and uncomfortable.
She reached for Robin with dark talons. His grandmother flinched, drawing him closer and away from the nightwing. Robin buried himself in her wings, like the sheets of sunrise red would protect him.
“Please don’t let her take me." he begged, "she-" but he was dragged into the open, his grandmother’s grip slipping away. The nightwing held him by the wing forcing it closed. 
“I think we’ve probably outstayed our welcome dear.” Grimaced the dragon as she stared down at him with those bulging eyes. 
"Thank you so much for having us, its been a pleasure." Said the eyes as they swivelled to face his grandmother, whose own were still watching Robin her brow furrowed slightly. She kept frowning as Robin was dragged from the throne room kicking and screaming for help, from her from, the empty guards, even from the two dozen nightwing soldiers who had appeared around them. But no one raised a talon or a voice against the dragon that was gripping him so closely as the heavy doors closed. 
"Queen Ignorance?" asked a gruff voice from the mass of black bodies. "A message came through for you." 
Robin's blood ran cold at his captures name. Ignorance. The ignorance. She glanced down at him. Her bouncy charismatic exterior had melted away, her round features pondered, a mask of self contained thought. She turned back to the guard that had spoken. She was tall and muscular far larger than Ignorance, but she still cringed away as her queen stepped closer. "Well?" Asked ignorance her voice slower than it has been before, calmer. Not a trace appeasement or comfort left in her dull set tones.
The soldier gulped. "Queen Transparency and Queen Obedience won't be back from the Mud kingdom for several days at least."
"Isn't that what Transparency predicted to begin with?" she sighed, already bored of the conversation.
"Well yeah... yes, but they want you to join them as well..." mumbled the soldier looking down at her talons. "Obedience says there are some things the MudWings could do without remembering."
"All of them?" grimaced Ignorance her face darkening further.
"She didn't say..." 
"Naturally." growled Ignorance. "Well in that case you take him." she shoved Robin across to the soldier who caught him by the arm, she held him gingerly like his scales might set on fire at any second.
She gestured to one half of the cluster of bodies. "You'll escort me to the mud kingdom." she launched herself into the air on heavy dark wings, the star scales reflecting the mountain sky as she flew out into the court yard. They were just as blue as her tear drop ones. "The rest of you will transport him to the castle."
"B-but won't he just escape?" asked the soldier holding Robin eyeing him wearily.
"How would he do that? " Ignorance's tone was simultaneously smug and irritated. 
"well, because he's a.."
"A what?" Smirked the nightwing queen.
"Nothing." the soldier's voice and body both seemed to relax. She tightened her grip on Robin, her claws digging into his arm. Ignorance gestured to her chosen escort shaking her head disbelievingly as she led them off into the sky, their collective wing beats battered Robin with gusts of dusty wind as each dragon took off.
As the small swarm of dragons disappeared the gruff soldier seemed to gain confidence. "Right." her voice was louder and authoritative. "Someone chain this dragonet's feet, I'm not having him running 'round and getting eaten by a bear or somethin'."
"W-wait that's not-" protested Robin as a lanky dragon stepped forward, he had pointed face and bony looking wings and legs. His cheeks also bore teardrop scales, but the of the normal silver colour. He was carrying a mess of old mismatching chains in one of his front talons. And he tied them haphazardly around Robins talons, the cold metal making him wince. The mind reader's head suddenly snapped up towards the muscular guard. "Strongwill, you are welcome to try and do it better." he growled in a high pitched voice.
"If ya don't want to be criticized try staying out of dragons minds." Retorted Strongwill rolling her brown eyes. 
There was a small pause where the two dragons just stared at one another . 
"I AM NOT SENSITIVE!" he shrieked, completely ignoring her suggestion. 
Judging by the exasperated expressions on the other nightwings this wasn't an unusual sight. And with the arguing keeping the night dragons occupied he might just be able to slip away, even with the chains. He could try getting back in to the throne room by one of the windows, maybe his-. "Try it and see what happens." snarled the dragon, suddenly addressing Robin who started, tripping over his bound feet, ending up in a tangled mess on the flag stoned floor. Right. Mind readers. Looking around at the scowling faces he could see two more sets of silver eye scales. All smirking smugly down at him. All with complete access to his thoughts and feelings whenever they felt like it. 
"Alright, alright." sighed Strongwill "We should actually leave at some point. Corpsemaker, you'll carry 'im. We really don't needa' skywing flappin' 'bout and escapin'." Corpsemaker. That really didn't bode well for him, his eyes darted around fearfully at the dragons ,weighing which one looked the most likely to drop him into a volcano. He had just settled on one dragon, the biggest. With a scar running from his chin to one of his broad shoulders, when a dragon stepped forward. A dragon who seemed... entirely ordinary, she was average sized, not particularly strong looking. Her facial expression however was slightly unnerving, just a bit too enthusiastic. A mouth whose lips curled into involuntary smile coupled with bright overactive yellow eyes. 
She held him under his arms as the group swooped out into the courtyard "PLEASE HELP." Cried Robin once last time, twisting his neck round to watch desperately as the skywing palace, the only home he'd ever known faded into the distance, obscured by the surrounding mountains. He remembered playing amongst those hills with his cousins, feasting in the great hall with his parents, falling asleep in the library as his tutor droned on about skywing history. He cursed the mountains and his tears for hiding those familiar turrets from him. Some part of him, however small knew fully well that he would never again get to laugh with his family or step one talon back into that place. 
== Chapter 2 "A little uglier." ==
After two hours he stopped struggling, the chains that twined around his ankles would have just weighed him down even if he did manage to escape. He just trembled, as he swung staring down at the ground watching countless landscapes that appeared and disappeared beneath his dangling talons, he could hear the nightwings as they chatted among themselves. The three closest were discussing which of the seven other tribes they would least like to be, they seemed torn between SeaWings and MudWings. Another was sending a barrage of complaints and whines at his increasingly impatient companion, most of which seemed to focus on the rainwings. 
But mostly Robins shivering ears were filled with the renewed bickering of Strongwill and the skinny mind reader, they jumped from topic to topic probably because half of their conversation was going on inside Strongwill's mind. "I'm pretty sure their always like that." Robin jolted as Corpsemaker spoke for the first time. She tightened her grip quickly so as not to drop him. Her voice again really didn't sound like it warranted her name, it was friendly and approachable. "Gee you're a jumpy little thing aren't you?" 
He would have liked to point out that he was currently in the middle of being literally kidnapped by twelve grown dragons, but the words caught in his nervous little throat and instead he just stared up at her. "Well jumpy little dragonet, may I ask you your name?" 
"It-it's Robin." He replied trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. 
"Robin." She said his name slowly like she was trying to work out what it meant. 
"Isn't that a bit normal for Skywing royalty? Shouldn't you be something like... "" Her sentence trailed off as she tried and failed to come up with with a suitably regal Skywing name. 
"My mother named me after her sister." 
"Oh, that's sweet." 
They fell into silence, and Robin went back to staring at his claws, trying not to think about his mother. 
More hours ticked by, the sky getting steadily darker until Robin could barely make out Corpsemaker, let alone the other nightwings. But he knew they could see him, nightwings had night vision. Even now twelve sets of invisible eyes could be staring right at him, watching his even move. Once or twice a patch of night would drift close enough for him to see before promptly being swallowed back up by the inky blackness. Didn't the nightwings need to sleep? They'd taken him in the evening and been flying ever since, Robin himself was exhausted and he hadn't even been flying. Each of his limbs ached and his eyes were sore and puffy. The only thing keeping him awake was his fear but even that was turning into something closer resembling dread. 
The night droned on, his captors wing beats and hushed voices the only thing he could hear. The stars in the sky the only constant he could see. Until eventually, finally, at long last ,the sun rose again. It's light stung Robins blurry eyes as it cast a red shadow onto the horizon, like a great dragon spreading its wings. And now the nightwings seemed to falter, their conversations slowed their altitude dropped as their eyes glazed over with tiredness. He could feel Corpsemaker quietly panting, she kept shifting him in her talons from one position to the next, as though hoping to rest her arms that had held him for so long. 
"Alright. we're here." He snapped his closing eyes open at Strongwill's words, fully expecting to see the night kingdom beneath them. But instead the dragons angled themselves downwards towards a mountain side. One that looked practically identical to the near hundreds of others they'd flown over. 
"Is this the night kingdom?" He asked Corpsemaker as they landed. she did so on her back legs, standing upright like a bear and dropping him onto the rocky grass before flopping down onto it herself. 
"No." She sighed. "About halfway, still got the desert to cross." she flicked her tail vaguely in the direction of the sun, beneath which sure enough, lay the yellow dunes of the sand kingdom. They looked like they stretched forever, an endless sea of drought and heat. His scales itched just thinking about it. 
"Seriously? Robin turned around to see Strongwill standing over Corpsemaker, who was still lying sprawled on the ground. 
"Yer not even holdin' onto the damn kid, Corpsemaker." She grabbed onto Robins chains as he said this, dragging the dragonet over onto his side, Robin's wings trailing behind him as he slide sideways in the grass. 
"I really doubt he's going to run off. And even if he did, his legs are all stuck together." As she said gesturing to his talons. 
"Either ya guard him or ya help put up the tents, your choice." She said matter of factually. Eyeing Robin with dislike. 
Corpsemaker groaned and took the chains as they were thrust into her talons. She pushed herself up into a sitting position as Strongwill padded down towards the tents muttering "Honestly." Groaned Corpsemaker "Who does she think she is?" 
"Is she not in charge?" Asked Robin. 
"Of Ignorance's wings sure, but I don't work for Ignorance i'm just on loan." 
"On loan?" Robin stuttered, trying to prolong the conversation, Corpsemaker was much less intimidating when she was talking. 
"I work under Queen Obedience normally, see?" A distinct note of pride filled Corpsemaker's voice, she turned her head sideways tilting one of her ears to reveal a flat, circular disk of red moonstone embedded in it. Robin realized he'd seen something similar in StrongWill and the other soldier's ears, though those disks had been sapphire coloured. 
"Queen Transparency predicted i'd be helpful, so here I am." Corspemaker spread her wings wide, wincing as she was reminded of the soreness the flight had given her. "Dunno how though." she added as an afterthought, rubbing her shoulder with one talon. "Guess we'll have to wait and see." 
Robin couldn't think of anything to say after that and an awkward silence fell once again, so the two turned to watch the nightwings set up their camp, pulling sheets of fabric and wooden poles out of a horizontal crack in the mountainside and relighting a fire pit at its base. Once they were put up Robin saw that there were only two tents, two big robust looking rectangles of dark green that the soldiers had strained to raise off the patchy ground. They were far removed from the decorative tents his family used on hunting trips, colourful masses of expensive velvet and silk. He remembered being a hatchling and gazing up at the red and orange roofing, feeling the sun gently wash across his face as it filtered through the beautiful fabric. Hearing his parents gentle snores and the tweeting of the birds as they danced in the air, casting tiny delicate shadows against the sunlight. His own private shadow puppet show. 
"Corpsemaker!" He was brought abruptly back to present day by a shout from bellow them. He felt Corpsemaker get wearily to her feet, she tugged gently on his chains to indicate for him to follow her before heading towards the newly set up camp. The fire had grown in size and strength, it crackled contentedly from its heap of logs. Above it was a spit which held an assortment of prey items, mostly small mammals, including what Robin was fairly sure was a scavenger based on what his tutor had taught him about them. Looking at its partially roasted face now he wasn't sure why his teacher was so interested in them, it looked just as harmless as every other prey animal, if a little uglier. 
A soft thump made him look down at the object that had been tossed at him. It was a bird... or at least it used to be. It smelt awful and upon inspection tasted even worse. "How old is this?" he asked, trying to hide his disgust. 
"Mmm only about four days." Said Corpsemaker looking up from her equally shrivelled and stinking meal. "We'd have left them for longer but we ate all the previsions we took with us, so this is all we have." 
Left them longer? "Do you not eat things fresh?" he was hoping his questions seemed fuelled by polite interest rather than morbid curiosity . 
"Fresh? You need as soon as it's killed?" She said looking positively repulsed. "When it's all slimy and warm?" she shuddered at the thought."No, we leave prey for a couple weeks to dry, like any dragon with taste buds would." 
Robin didn't know a whole lot about the others tribes, but somehow he didn't think many of them would agree with this sentiment. Still he tried to stomach a few more bites of the 'bird' before pushing it away. He just sat watching the fire until he heard Strongwill calling out orders, something about sentries or...something, he wasn't really listening. 
Robin let himself be led into one of the tents. They had no blankets or floor coverings, the nightwings just settled down on the rocky ground and curled up. Corpsemaker brought him over to a stake that had been dug into the earth, she looped and tied his chains around it securing them with a padlock. "Goodday Robin." she said quietly. 
"Corpsemaker, quit trying to make friends with the prisoner." Growled Strongwill as she padded through the tent flap. 
"I'm not!" Retorted Corpsemaker indignantly. "I'm just being polite." Robin couldn't help but notice that the nightwings closest to her shifted awkwardly away from Corpsemaker as she dropped down to sleep. He wondered whether she cared, or even noticed.
Hardly any of the black dragons actually seemed to fall asleep, he couldn't hear any snores. He had the distinct and worrying impression that at least some of them were watching him. Why he had no idea, he was only a dragonet, it wasn't like he could do them any harm. And yet he had the distinct impression they were terrified of him, just as much if not more as he was of them.
Robin tried not to fall asleep, really he did. But he could feel his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier as the hours dragged by until eventually they drifted shut and despite his fear he nodded off.
== Chapter three "Why they call her Corpsemaker" ==
Robin awoke to a scream, a loud, high pitched, blood curdling scream. That was met by an equally eardrum bursting yell of fury as a black shape shot past him, it's tail slamming against the stake tethering him in place, splintering it in two. He ducked quickly under the wall of the tent, squeezing between the canvas and the ground, trailing his chains behind. He caught a glimpse of the source of the scream, for a split second he could see the skinny mind reader pinned beneath a bulky looking sandwing, Robin watched as it drew it's head back, flames building inside its throat. Before the black shape slammed into it, sending the them both flying across the rocky earth. The Strongwill let out another bellow of rage as she grabbed the sandwing's skull in her talons, smacking it repeatedly against the ground, cracking his skull over and over.
"S-Strongwill." Coughed the mind reader, as he struggled awkwardly to his feet. "He's dead." 
At his words she dropped the sandy yellow dragons bloody, battered head onto the dirt. She rushed over to him, taking his talons in her blood spattered ones. "Are ya alright?" Her voice was hoarse and her dark eyes were wide with fear. 
"I'm fine. Really." He muttered embarrassed. 
"Seriously love, how d'ya manage to get snuck up on? Y'ar a mind reader for moon's sake Thoughttracker." Love? Robin really hadn't seen that coming. But his attention was ripped away from the odd couple by the scene going on around him. The sandwing hadn't been alone, the sky played host to a multitude of dragons, of varying colours and tribes and the first few nightwings that had scrambled out of the tents to meet them. For the first time since his capture Robin felt hope. Maybe they'd come to rescue him? Or would be at least willing to help him? He just needed to get the attention of one of them. 
He darted through the legs of the dragons that had landed and were grappling with one another amidst the stones and earth. His eyes fixed on the now dark sky, until he was standing in the open. Craning his neck upwards he scanned the air until, finally he caught a dragon's eye. A SeaWing, as bright and as blue as a springs day, luminescent scales flashing . he stared down at Robin with wide startled eyes. "help me." Robin watched as the dragon hesitated for a second before diving, talons outstretched to scoop up the little dragon. 
But then he felt a shadow cross over him, and saw a jet black streak collide with his rescuer. And now at last Robin understood why they called her Corpsemaker. Or at least the thought behind it, because she wasn't making anything. There wasn't an ounce of creation present as Corpsemaker set upon the seawing. She didn't bother with her fire or teeth, she just grabbed great fistfuls of his flesh and ripped them straight from his body, tearing away his blue scales and leaving a mess of blood and muscle behind. Robin had never and would never hear a noise as terrible as the screams of agony the seawing was crying, as he felt himself being physically pulled apart, talonful by talonful.
The seawing whirled his heavy tail up at Corpsemaker's face, but the nightwing caught it in her soaking wet talons. Adding a repulsive crack to the tortured symphony as the she twisted it off the dragon's spine before discarding it. Then Corpsemaker's claws reached for the desperately beating blue wings, wrenching them one after the other from the dragons shoulders. She ignored his shaking talons as they beat weakly against her side. Instead focusing on the methodical action of ripping him into as many pieces as physically possible, until all that was left of him was a mound of shredded meat that once might have resembled a dragon. Robin felt sick, felt his stomach churn as he backed horrified away from Corpsemaker. The dragons screams still ringing in his ears, even though he must have died by now, surely? 
And then his vision was obscured by a dark wing that hid her from him. Strongwill was standing over him, she lifted the little dragonet into her arms. Let the little orange skywing bury his face into her shoulder, said nothing when Robin vomited violently over her wings. Robin didn't know where the dragon was taking him, didn't care. He kept his talons pressed tightly over his ear and his eyes closed, trying desperately to block out the sounds, the images and even the smells that attacked his senses all around him as dragon clashed with dragon. 
It was only when Strongwill placed him on the ground, dripping sick and sweat, that Robin dared to open one of his eyes. He was inside one of the tents, probably not the one he'd slept in, because he couldn't see the stake that had been used to detain him. Instead Strongwill was rolling a large rock across the ground towards him, with a grunt she dropped it on top of the heap of chains that lay beside him. Once again trapped Robin looked up into Strongwill's weathered face, the dislike was still there, in those dark eyes, but it mingled with something else. Robin couldn't quite tell what, but he clung to it. "Stay here." Strongwill voice was almost professional sounding, clearly pronounced like when she'd spoken to her queen, but it trembled almost imperceptibly with some kind of hidden emotion. She turned and left, pretending not to hear Robins sobs, cries that shook his little body as he lay there covered in his own sick utterly helpless to to anything else but cry. 
Robin kept crying, hoping to drown out the screams and yells that were echoing throughout the mountainside, and within his own head. He could see the shadows of the dragons against the tents walls, cast against the bright flames that they were shooting at one another. His mind flashed back to the scavenger on the spit, its eyes yellowing and skin blistering as it cooked. He snapped his eyes shut, "No, no stop it, STOP IT!" He screeched. His throat was sore and he felt it grate together to make the noise, Robin dropped back down, erupting into a coughing fit. But when at long last he felt his lungs gulp down air he noticed something, the roaring, the shrieking from outside the tent had stopped. The only noise was that still coming from inside his mind, and a faint flapping noise. It got louder, wings approaching and then descending. His eyes turned to the tent flap and the shapes moving about outside of them. Somehow Robin knew this wasn't help, if anything things were about to get a whole lot worse. 
== Chapter 4 "Tri-coloured moons" ==
Robin struggled to take in what was happening around him, three nightwings had stepped into the tent. One had made straight for him, whispering something in his ear that he had repeated instinctively without even registering what either of them had said. The other two stayed back staring down at him, with a start he recognized the one on the left as Ignorance. Her passive sapphire eyes considering him with what could have been curiosity, unlike when he'd seen her at the skywing palace she was adorned with jewellery. A silver crown of moon stones matched a collection of necklaces and chains that too bore the gems, all the exact shade of Ignorance's eyes. The other two nightwings were dressed more or less the same, hundreds of delicate jewels reflected the dim light in the tent each the colour of the wearer's eyes. 
The dragon's on the rights were pale, with almost white irises that stood out against her dark angular face. Staring deep into Robin, seeing straight through his scales and bones into his petrified soul. Robin felt his body shudder. It was like looking into two bowls of boiling water, they held a silent steaming rage within them that threatened to pour out at any moment and cook him in his scales. 
He took a fumbling step back, feeling his flank bump into the third sister. Turning his head, he stumbled once again away. Tripping over his talons in an attempt to get away from the bright red orbs that were fixed on him, leering out of their sockets from centimetres away from Robins face. Queen Obedience. She was the shortest of her sisters, stocky in build with more muscle than the other two and squarer facial features. 
An air of impatience hung amidst the necklaces she wore, as though even this brief moment of inactivity was time wasted. Her thick tail shifted restlessly and Robin saw her muscular shoulder twitch. It bore an odd scar, as though the black scales had been melted by a candle. She caught him staring and let out a snort, making Robin flinch before she turned to push away the stone that Strongwill had dropped into his chains. Now that he was able Robin backed away a few steps, his claws sliding in the vomit he'd been lying in. 
He saw out of the corner of his eye he saw Ignorance's snout wrinkle a fraction as she left the tent, shaking her wings slightly as she did so. 
Her pale eyed sister continued to watch him, Queen Transparency. Named like the other two after the traits she inspired in others rather than those she herself possessed. 
He watched as Transparency's tail disappeared outside, following it after the scarred queen nudged him forward. 
Robin's tutor had taught him about all the different tribe's queens, though he'd seemed fairly reluctant to speak of the three matriarchs of the night kingdom. But it had been impossible to shield Robin entirely, not when every dragon's breath caught in their throat at the very mention of the trio. 
He knew for example, that the three sisters had hatched under what dragons had come to call tri-coloured moons, one blood moon, one blue moon and one... normal moon. All present on the same night, all completely full, something in itself that only happened once every few hundred or so years. 
Robin could understand why the NightWings claimed it was a sign, he couldn't even begin to work out how unlikely any of it must have been. And the feeling of divine intervention had only been strengthened when two of the sisters had begun exhibiting.... odd abilities. 
"Your Majesties?" 
Looking past Transparency and Ignorance Robin saw a nightwing addressing the three queens, his voice seemed purposely calm but he kept tossing his horns slightly and he seemed reluctant to meet any of their eyes. 
"We managed to capture five of the attackers alive, what is it you'd have us do with them?" 
Peering through the legs of the dragons immediately around him Robin could see a small group of colourfully scaled dragons amidst the dark ones, the later of which's number seemed to have greatly increased. Presumably dragons who had arrived alongside the three sisters. He did his best not to study any of the nightwings faces to closely, the thought of seeing Corpsemaker made his scales crawl. 
"Ready them for flight. We'll take them with us." Transparency replied brusquely in a clear voice before her sisters had so much as opened their mouths. 
"Any rai-" began Obedience enthusiastically. 
"No." Transparency talked over her, lifting the answer from the soldiers mind before Obedience had even finished uttering her question. Robin thought he saw the scarlet eyed queen's mouth twitch for a fraction of a second. 
"Or BeetleWings. " Ignorance's eyes narrowed indignantly as her sister raised a talon to silence her before she'd even spoken. 
"If we leave soon we'll miss the sandstorm, send word to the troops, Wayfinder. They're to be ready to leave within the hour." 
Wayfinder glanced quickly at Obedience and Ignorance as though waiting for their input before bowing quickly and hurrying into the nearest crowd of soldiers. 
Robin and the queens sat in a tense silence for a while, watching the 'troops', as Transparency had called the scurry about, packing up the tents and weapons as well as several large barrels that they proceeded to fill with water. 
"That should be the correct amount to last us journey." Commented Transparency plainly. 
"Not with that leak it won't" Replied back Obedience, barely concealing a grin. 
"What leak." Retorted her mind reading sister, 
"The one that happened fifteen minutes ago, by my count, third one the left." yawned Ignorance, gesturing lazily to the barrel in question, which along with it's fellows was to far a way to see in detail. But of course that's not how the Obedience had seen it. 
Transparency got gracefully to her feet, her face rigidly unphased before striding towards the soldiers surrounding the containers. Who immediately sprang to attention at her approach. 
== The Kingdom of Night ==
The flight over the desert was as unpleasant as Robin had known it would be, despite the late hour a thick heavy heat hung in the air, as dry as the sand that past beneath them. Robin was flying freely, restrained by neither chains or talons, still he knew better than to try and flee, he was surrounded on every side by barely visible NightWings, hundreds of pairs of dark wings beat in a great writhing mass around him. It was like flying in the middle of a flock of oversized bats, giant, terrifying, silent bats. In the presence of all three of their queens they seemed reluctant to draw any kind of attention to themselves. And so all that Robin could hear admits the sweltering heat was the flap of wingbeats. They flew for hours in the dense, dusty silence. Passing over no sign of life or civilization the whole while. The only change Robin's senses could pick up was the gradual strengthening stench of sweat from his captors. Until just as the sun began to crack through the horizon they began to lose altitude and squinting through the darkness he saw it, the outline of a castle, the castle of night.
Robin wasn't sure exactly when they'd entered the night kingdom, it had slowly crept up beneath them, he knew the sisters had been slowly expanding their once small territory ever more into the desert. But standing right in the very heart of this nocturnal empire it was unmistakable. It was... dark, well dingy at this time of day, the midday sun just managing to punch through the dense clouds that hung dark and heavy in sky illuminating the landscape just enough for Robin to at least try to take it all in. The castle stood tall and imposing, its numerous spires reaching out like the flailing fabric covered arms of a many limbed creature someone had seen fit to cover with a sheet . The structure itself was built half into the peak of the vast and broad mountain that pretty much all of the original kingdom appeared to be built upon. 
Looking around robin saw that all of the stony buildings had been constructed in such a way that they stood contorted as to fit and grip the uneven ground beneath them, they twisted also around one another, slotted together almost as tightly as the old bricks that made up their own slightly dilapidated walls. This left seemingly hundreds of shadowy alley ways and passages between the structures, indeed the biggest open space appeared to be the large square he and his captors had landed in, it was cobbled with the same slightly greenish dark stone as the other architecture, circular in shape with odd patterns carved into its bricks. It stood at the base of a sprawling staircase that led up to the looming castle. Robin shivered, the Nightwings could not have made this place more ominous if they tried, if indeed that wasn't exactly what they had been trying too. 
"Your majesties." 
The voice came from a dragon descending the large stairway. They were obviously a NightWing but with the palest scales Robin had ever seen of a dragon from the tribe, not light, at least not by other tribes standards. Still, their chalky grey scales stood out like light starlight admits their midnight tribemates as they stepped from the stairs and into the crowd. Robin turned to face the direction they were heading, where sure enough, stood the three queens. Their soldiers gave them a wide berth so when the pale dragon met them they did so unobscured. 
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~Author's funky little notes~ (Usually changed after an edit.) 
M'kay, so I have written a whole half paragraph after forgetting about this fic for eight months. I know, I know my dedication to this masterpiece is truly inspirational.
We've finally reached the night kingdom! If you notices any major differences between how it's described here and in Darkstalker's legend book then it is due to the time gap, and my own faulty memory. A little bit of both. 
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If you have any questions about this fanfic relating to lore, world building or really anything non plot related feel free to ask :)
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