The Diary Of An Animus

Nebula's Diary.
== Day 1 ==
I got this diary a week ago but I figured I'd begin writing in it.
My claws tingle.
Today is the day for the Talons Of Power ceremony! Every tribe has one now, and I am so excited!
My father was an animus, so I might have magic!
My little sister, Agate, grins at me as we fly to the RainWing Pavillion.
I am a hybrid, between Night and Rain, and my father was 33% SandWing, so technically I am a tribrid.
We land on the platform, and the RainWing guards motion for us to enter.
My nostrils are immediately assaulted by a wave of scent, of sloths and fruit and flowers and other dragonets.
I take deep breaths, and each of the dragonets are given a mango. Queen Glory spreads her wings, to welcome both the NightWing and RainWing dragonets. "Welcome everyone, to the first ever animus trial. Please ask your mangoes to float into the air, touch the ceiling, and land back in your claws. Then, we can tell whether you are an animus."
Agate shuffles on her tiny talons. She is the first to say anything. "Mango, float into the air and touch the ceiling, before returning to my talons." The mango wobbles, before lifting into the air, to touch the ceiling.
A gasp, followed by whispers, echoes around the room. She's an animus... My sister is an animus...
I hug her tight. "Your go." she whispers into my ear. I grin at her, but begin to feel a sinking feeling in my chest. If she has magic... then I couldn't possibly have it too?
I swallow the lump in my throat. I say it along with the other dragonets. "Mango, I enchant you to rise into the air, touch the ceiling, and return to my talons."
The mango shoots out of my talons, and I yelp. A moment later, there is a crash, and the ceiling splinters - a mango sized hole in it. Slowly, a trickle of mango remains land in my talons. "Ehhh... Oops?" I say, apologetically. Nobody else's mango had moved, so that means that only my sister and I were animi....
We had magic.
We were magic.
And we were going to do great things.
I hug my sister tight, and tears of joy appear in my eyes.
This is the best day ever!
== Day 2 ==
I wake up, to see the sunlight glimmer across my sister's sleeping scales, which appear to have undertones of pale green. I poke her with one talon, and she rolls over sleepily to face me.
She places one wing over her head and mutters something about sleeping for the entire day.
I leave, and enter the room we eat in.
My father is there, snout in a scroll, reading.
He looks up briefly, obsidian eyes flickering. "Breakfast is on the table." he says, placing a tiny clip shaped like a crocodile at the top of his paragraph and rolling the scroll up. His golden flecked wings open slightly, a gesture I know symbolises his love for a certain dragon.
My mother sweeps in, head held high. "Her Majesty gave me a promotion. I am now her head chancellor."
"Congratulations, Darling." My father says. "You always were perfect for the job." (Now, I know you're probably confused about why I capitalised Darling. Darling is my mother's name.)
She waves a talon, a modest expression on her face, before puffing up her frill. "Is your sister not up yet?" she asks me. "I would like to hold a family meeting about your newfound abilities." she tilts her chin ever so slightly, in a way that I know as jealousy.
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