Lost in a Sandstorm: The Lost

Lost in a Sandstorm
Chapter 1:
Serpent tugged at the tight, iron band around her neck. It wasn't the only thing she had to worry about, though. A bell dinged in the distance. 
Serpent hurried from her room, all thoughts of the band forgotten. She ran toward the kitchen, eager to get at least a small bowl of the grey sludge that they served. Serpent skidded to a stop in front of... every other dragonet in the orphanage. She sighed. It looked like she was only going to get a small claw-ful of sludge. Again... her stomach grumbled. The dragonet at the front, a teenage SandWing called Fennec, who always got to the front, glanced at her. Fennec gave her a sad look, then beckoned her forward. Serpent was surprised. Why eould Fennec, who practically owned the orphanage, tell her to come forward??? Nonetheless, the crowd parted and Serpent walked up next to Fennec, who put an arm around her shoulder's as Serpent walked into the cafeteria on her three legs. The third had been lost on a fight over a coconut. Fennec also beckoned Brightsting, a small, mute SandWing, to her other side.
Serpent flinched, then clutched the sides of her head. When Fennec had touched her, it had sent memories that she didn't know she had rushing through her mind. A kind-faced SandWing giving her a soft smile. A male SandWing clawing at a cocnut, then offering it to her. The male SandWing with his claws raised over the the kind SandWing. The male SandWing grinning wickedly at her. His claws ready to kill her. Mistress Ocotillo, the mistress of the orphanage, prodding her with a syringe. Ocotillo, peering at her leg stump. Ocotillo putting the metal band on her neck. Ocotillo, putting the harness that Serpent wore onto a younger Serpent. When Serpent could see again, she saw Brightsting also keeling over, remembering hidden memories, like Serpent had. Fennec grinning and pumping her fist in the corner. Serpent looked up, bewildered. As she went to talk to Fennec, the teenage SandWing mouthed three words: Later. Not safe. then pointed at Ocotillo, who was eyeing Brightsting, Fennec, and Serpent suspiciously. Serpent strutted casualy up to the counter, flanked by Fennec and Brightsting. Look who's the boss now, all of you! she thought, grabbing a large bowl of sludge. 
Sure enough, the next day, when she sauntered up for breakfast, the corwd parted around her and Fennec and Brightsting. She beckoned Meerkat and Pyrite to come with her. Everyday, she chose a couple dragonets to come with her and Brightsting and Fennec. But this popularity among the dragonets didn't mean she went by easier with Ocotillo. Everyday, Ocotillo would corner her and shout about what had happened that day. After about a week from the memory incident, Fennec led Serpent outside. "We don't have long. What i did to you that day was show you memories of your real life: before the orphanage. Since you are new, you didn't know that we had a past life. The others know snippets of tehirs, and they wait to get chosen. That is why they respect you now. That's all." whispered Fennec, glancing around nervously. The two hurried away from each other. Serpent had suspected that would be the truth. She was not surprised, until she saw most of the dragonets in the orphanage, SandWings, MudWings, and SkyWings. Serpent pushed her way through the crowd to see... a NightWing, IceWing, SeaWing tribrid. Teal spikes bristled from the back of the dragon's neck. Gills opened and closed on her neck. A shining iron band twinkled from around her snout. A matching one adorned her neck, alongside a small pouch that held an unknown object. Scars lined her neck, arms and back, all in the shape of a slight curve. Something tugged at Serpent's lost memories. Seroent had seen those... and had them. She glanced quickly at her own arms. there they were, the faint, curved shapes of a form of torure used on assassins who failed their missions, deigned only for... the Assassin's Guild. Serpent gasped. That's what her past was. 
The Sea, Ice, NightWing hybrid, or Wavewatcher, as Seroent's memories helpfully supplied, only spoke in Assassin's Sign Language. So only Seroent could decipeher her words. Wavewatcher pushed herself off of the ground, Serpent watched carefully as Wavewatcher's claws danced around each other, speaking in their own language. Serpent stepped forward. "You... were kicked out, and you were kidnapped and brought here?" whispered to Wavewatcher. She nodded. Wavewatcher squinted at Serpent's arms, then gasped. Serpent nodded. "Come. We must get somewehere more private. Ocotillo's got to be coming soon." Wavewatcher nodded again. She raised her clipped wings, then positioned them against her spine. The tribrid her legs in, hooking her arms over a horizontal pole that held the low roof together. Wavewatcher swung onto the roof, beckoning Serpent behind her.
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