Plagued

hello! this is going to be an ongoing project of mine. keep in mind that it is incomplete right now and MIGHT have pauses in new content added! thank you for reading!
WARNING: this fanfiction contains graphic death scenes and terrible things! Not advised for the squeamish reader.
== Plagued. ==
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=== Prologue ===
long after the events of the sand wing succession and silkwing rebellion, a dark seed grew into something monstrous. something that the busy world missed as it spun on it's axis, as night turned to day, and day turned into night. it slowly grew, and when it blossomed, all hell broke loose. terrible illness struck the combined continents of phyrrhia and pantala. A plague that ravaged civilizations and tore apart families. A sickness that brought the downfall of dragon, and human kind. A kind of plague that hadn’t been seen since long before the events of the scorching. A plague so terrible, so horrible, that it gave dragons only two options.
Hide,
Or die.
==chapter one: taking the risk ==
“Alright. Are we all ready?” Asked general moonstone, her eyes shining with excitement. It was clear she loved her job. 
the raging waters of the waterfall ringed in everyone’s ears as the residents of bunker B-12 closed the large rock door, ready to open it upon their arrival back home. 
”I think we should,d check over what supplies we have.” Suggested cinder, a mud wing with night wing ancestry. 
All five risks opened their saddle bags. 
Everyone murmured their checklist to themselves under their breaths while checking their bags: 
“Pocket knife… check. Food… check. Strapped spear… check. Large flasks for water.. check. Medical supplies… check. Hatchet… check. Empty bags for gathering things.. check.” 
“Alright, we are good to go. Remember, no loud noises. No flying. And no socialising with other bunker’s risks. Are we all clear?” Yelled general moonstone over the rushing of the waterfall, waiting for a reply. 
”Yes, ma’am!” The four other risks exclaimed. 
the five risks shot through the waterfall with immense speed and landed on muddy dirt on the other side of the waterfall. They trudged through the great pine forest of the ruined sky kingdom. As they neared the grain fields, a fox shot in front of them and into the bush. 
“How peculiar. The fox was.. black and white.” Said celestial, with a confused look on her face. 
As they approached the grain fields, they took out their pocket knives to cut some wheat for the bunker at home. They were sick of eating fish and potatoes for their dinner every. Single. Night. The risks gathered many food items, like apples and wild carrots. Red meat was forbidden due to the fact the vulca plague could contaminate it. Only chickens and fish were the allowed meat to consume. 
“one bag full. Two left.” Whispered cinder, to himself under his breath. 
two risks were sent back to the great pine forests to collect lumber. One risk was sent to collect medical herbs for the medics back at bunker B-12. The two others were to collect some potatoes and oca grow in the bunker, since they don’t need much light. 
“Herbs. Herbs and more herbs. How many herbs can grow in just one moth? Many herbs, according to this.” cinder said to himself, bored as he plucked the smelly plants from the ground. 
as his bag was filled, he started to make his way back to general moonstone with his finds. His aquamarine necklace jingled against his chest as he picked up his pace. The trees seemed to lean in, and whisper about him. Their branches swayed in the strong winds, mimicking him as he ran. His breathing quickened as he picked up the pace, terrified. The black and white fox shot in front of him, but.. that was no fox. It was much bigger than a fox. 
he stopped in his tracks. The trees halted their entrancing sway and he became deadly silent as he heard slow, thumping talon steps slowly dragging themselves towards him. He stared at the smiling, toothy grin of a black and white night wing ice wing hybrid approaching him. 
“See.. it’s beautiful. Witness it..” the hybrid called to him. Black foam dripped from his mouth, his incredibly small, slitted Pupils pulsed. It’s wings twitched uncontrollably as it slowly approached car. Cinder was frozen with fear, suddenly forgetting his training. 
come on, dear….. it’s beautiful.. all you need is to see.. it realise that it’s the lat.. 
the grimly dragon hacked and coughed, black blood spilling out of it’s mouth, cracks forming quickly around it’s eyes and nose. It’s eyes went shadow black 
“RRRRAAAAAGGGHHH..” It screamed, writhing on the ground, struggling to get up. It was clear the disease was taking it’s life away slowly, 
it stood up, and grabbed cinder’s trembling arm tightly 
”SEE! SEE IT! IT’S BEAUTIFUL! WITNE-… SSs…” and then suddenly, it’s eyes went wide with agony and his words were cut short. 
it screamed in agony with a hatchet lodged into it’s skull, black blood gushing down it’s face as it fell to the ground with a heavy thump, general moonstone standing behind it’s crumpled body, breathing heavily. 
“See.. it… witne…ss..” 
it called out to cinder with it’s dying breath. It’s pupils dilated and he breathed no more. A large gash with the dragons blackened brain pulsed slower, and slower as the general ripped her hatchet out of his diseased skull. 
”close.. close call, eh?” General moonstone said to cinder, trying to stay optimistic. 
 
cinder had trouble walking back to the bunker after those.. events. He wondered what would’ve happened if moonstone wasn’t there to save him. Would he have stood there, frozen with fear? Or would he charge at it? Or would he just simply.. run? He pondered this question for a while, but didn’t come to conclusion.
 
the team was silent on their journey back home. No one dared to say a word until they got to the rushing waterfall that guarded their home. Cinder was raised there by an old rainwing called camellia. She was the only dragon in bunker B-12 that remembered how life was before the great vulcera outbreak.
 
Moonstone rapped on the Boulder that was Bunker B-12’s door in a specific rhythmic way. The door creaked open a tiny slit and the risks were taken to an isolated room with two of the bunker’s medics, golem and stratus. Golem was a huge, well built burly male night wing mud wing hybrid that wouldn’t hurt a fly. Stratus was a small, wiry female sky wing that cares for others deeply. The two checked the five risks for signs of the vulcera plague.
 
under the arm pits for bulges. Checking the saliva to make sure it isn’t black. Checking the blood. Checking for bite marks. Checking for cracked, bulging or blood shot pupils. Checking for scales cracks around the eye and nose. Checking for rotting flesh underneath tail scales.
 
“It looks like you are all good to go. Apart from you. You stay here.” She said to cinder, tapping her claw.
== Chapter 2: HUH? ==
Cinder’s heart sank. Was he contaminated? Was it too late? Would they.. kill him? Or throw him out? He began worrying, and fidgeting with his claws. All he could hear was his heart beating. Was it the end for him?
 
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