The Dragonets: Panpurian tale

Hey y'all! Welcome and thanks for reading my story, The Dragonets: Panpurian tale.
So basically, this is sort of mostly like the dragonets' story, but altered so it seems really different. It is on a continent called Panpuria, and there are five tribes: FlameWings, FrostWings, ForestWings, DesertWings, and WaterWings. The continent recieved this prophecy; I haven't decided how yet, but that will be determined in the future. The chapters are all told from the POVs of different characters in a pattern. Ex.Chapter One-Risk. That's it! Now without further ado, THE DRAGONETS: PANPURIAN TALE!
Edit: Chapter four coming out soon!!!
THE PANPURIAN DRAGONET PROPHECY
When hope is lost and blood soaks the land,
From the ashes will rise the five
When the flames of loss and fury are fanned,
From the ashes will rise the five
 
One dragonet from each tribe
They weren’t summoned by a bribe
Two of whom know not of their powers,
Their futures delicate as flowers
Two of whom are scared of theirs
Plus, that one who hardly cares
 
To end the war, we place our trust
In five dragonets who simply must
Stop the carnage, stop the blood,
That washes over like a flood
Born same night as the others are
On their face shimmering like a star,
Marks on snouts that look like tears
They won’t be the ones to leer
From ashes will rise the five . . .
A GUIDE TO THE DRAGONS OF PANPURIA 
FLAMEWINGS
Queen: Queen Peril
Appearance: range from copper-colored to
russet scales, which smoke is rising continually from; fire engulfs their talons, tail-tips, wing-tips, and horns, and their eyes are always an eerie blue
Known animus dragons: none known, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF COLLAPSING MOUNTAIN, WHO EVENTUALLY WENT INSANE AND WAS DEFEATED BY ANOTHER UNKNOWN ANIMUS AFTER KILLING SEVERAL DRAGONS
Abilities: are all firescales, except for the rare ashscales, which are killed at birth; they all contain and breathe an immensely powerful fire, CAN WITHSTAND FIRE, FROSTBREATH, AND TEMPERATURE UP TO 100,000 DEGREES
ALLIANCES: TOO DANGEROUS TO BE FRIENDS WITH ANYONE BUT THEMSELVES, BUT IT THEY SEE ANY BATTLE PATROLS ON THEIR TERRITORY, THEY BURN THEM, unless the queen is feeling merciful.
WATERWINGS
QUEEN: QUEEN AQUA
APPEARANCE: USUALLY VERY SLIM, WITH SMALL
WINGS AND CURVED HORNS; THEIR TALONS ARE WEBBED, AND THEY HAVE GLOW-IN-THE-DARK
SCALES, AND THEIR COLORS RANGE FROM BLUE AND TURQUOISE TO INDIGO AND GREEN.
THEIR EYES ARE PINKISH. Their wings have splashes that usually look indigo and
somewhat like stars.
KNOWN ANIMUS DRAGONS: MANTA-RAY, STING,
SPLASHPOOL
ABILITIES: HAVE GLOW-IN-THE DARK SCALES AND
NIGHT VISION, AND CAN BREATHE UNDERWATER; CAN SPIT WATER, AS WELL
ALLIANCES: ALLIED WITH THE DESERTWINGS IN THE GREAT WAR.
FORESTWINGS
QUEEN: Queen Redtide
APPEARANCE: Green scales, usually streaked or flecked with gold, and huge, leaf-shaped wings.
KNOWN ANIMUS DRAGONS: Squirrelflurry, Treefrog
Abilities: some have leafspeak, and can make plants grow at their will, though this is rare; expert gardeners
ALLIANCES: ALLIED WITH THE FROSTWINGS IN THE GREAT WAR
FROSTWINGS
Queen: Queen Snow Owl
Appearance: their scale colors range from deep blue to silver and pure white, and their tails have a series of spikes that clatter together and their claws are serrated. They have head spines so sharp that it can rip open dragon scales.
Known animus dragons: Princess Frostbite, Princess Snowfox, Prince Shard
Abilities: breath a deadly icebreath, and can withstand subzero temperatures; their claws are serrated to grip the ice; ARE INVUNRABLE TO THEIR OWN ICEBREATH
ALLIANCES: ALLIED WITH THE FORESTWINGS IN THE GREAT WAR
DESERTWINGS
Queen: Queen Fennecfox
Appearance: their scales range from amber to golden-brown, and can also be black, the color of their claws and horns; they are on the bulkier side. Their snouts are flat and their horns are small and curve upward, and they have poisonous barbs at the tip of their tails.
Known animus dragons: Wildfire, Sunshine
Abilities: their scales radiate heat; they have a deadly tail barb like a scorpion’s, and can withstand extremely hot temperature; they also breathe fire, but it’s not powerful enough to match a FlameWing’s.
ALLIANCES: ALLIED WITH THE WATERWINGS IN THE GREAT WAR
PROLOGUE-WHISPER
The FrostWing paced the stone valley, growling. She was waiting for someone – or rather, many someones, she supposed, but this was a particular someone. her tail twitched, the spines on the blue tip rattling coldly, as she heard a whisk of talons skittering over stone.
“Whisper?” A voice echoed down the steep slope, sounding tense and chattery.
“Burnclaws. Thank you for coming.”
The DesertWing scuttled down the sharp rocks, flinching as the thin sheet of ice touched her talons. “Y-you better have a g-good reason for m-meeting h-here!” Burnclaws hissed, her teeth clacking together rapidly.
“I do,” Whisper said, swishing her tail again.“Burnclaws. Listen to me. I’ve found the FrostWing.”
“No,” Burnclaws breathed, digging her claws into the hard ground. "But-Whisper, how?"
Whisper smiled, exuberant. “Her name is Shatter. You know that there are some of us keeping a close watch on our tribes' nursuries at all times. Her teardrop-mark is on her snout, and I was lucky enough to find her at birth, or else Queen Snow Owl would’ve destroyed her. You know that the Queen hates the prophecy – even though the dragonet is her own daughter’s child. She would do anything to win the moons’-cursed war.”
“What-where is she???” Burnclaws asked, leaping up, eyes shimmering in the moons’ light.
“Shhh!" Whisper hissed. "With the rest of the FrostWings in the Wings of Salvation. Hurry and pass the message on to Leaf-Claws. Tell him to tell Bright-Eyes, and she can pass it on to Flashflood. We are going to be their Guardians. We must protect them at all costs.”
“Them?”
“After you go to Leaf-Claws . . . go and check your hatchery. The prophecy said that they would all be born on the same night. Then, meet me at the Talon Mountains. Tell the rest of the Wings: the one with the tallest peak. Crystal Mountain.”
CHAPTER ONE-RISK
Risk didn’t know why the Prophecy had chosen him. He was just some random FlameWing dragonet with a weird teardrop scale on his snout, and he had a HUGE destiny that he didn’t know if he wanted. Risk sighed a long sigh, and fire spurted from his nostrils.
Luckily, he was just lying on the ground, pressed against stone. “Okay, Bright-Eyes,” He grumbled at his mentor, “Fine. I give up. Happy?”
Bright-Eyes sighed, too, leaping off him. Smoke rose from both of their scales, and fire gathered at their talons, horns, wing-and-tail-tips; thus, indicating that they were both the deadly FlameWings.
Risk had known, ever since he had been old enough to understand the prophecy, that he was one of the ones who feared his power. He hated it, almost; all of the other dragonets and regular, big dragons he lived with Risk feared he would set one of them ablaze.
Galaxy, the WaterWing, who had no idea what powers were hidden in her claws.
Shatter, the FrostWing, who was literally an ANIMUS. She was also, like Risk, afraid of her powers. She hardly ever used them, except for when her mentor, Whisper, forced her to.
Twister, the DesertWing, who didn’t know what his power was, but was, as he said, "hyped," to discover it.
And Anaconda, the ForestWing, whose leafspeak powers she didn’t care about.
And, of course, their guardians, one from each tribe: Whisper, Bright-Eyes, Burnclaws, Leaf-Claws, and Flashflood. Well, they called themselves the Guardians of the Five administrated by the Wings of Salvation, but when that got too long, they were just the Guardians.
Risk followed Bright-Eyes into the bigger part of the cave. He shied away from the others, into a dark corner, not wanting to accidently bop someone with his huge wings or his never-ending, typically long FlameWing neck. Risk backed away from the milling dragons, and, like usual, found his gaze longingly reaching for the young WaterWing dragoness.
Galaxy was beautiful, her indigo-blue scales shimmered in the dark half-light of the cave, which only sources of light came from small cracks in the rocks and the sunspot, a gaping, quarter-of-a-dragon long hole in the roof of the cave.
All the WaterWings’ wings had starbursts, but Risk particularly admired Galaxy’s versus her mentor' , the WaterWing guardian, Flashflood, because they really shone like stars.
Dreamily,
Risk accidentally stumbled into a cow that was lying, dead, on the ground and
it started to get engulfed in fire. Risk screeched in alarm, and Galaxy spat
water onto the flaming animal.
“Thanks,
Galaxy!” Risk said gratefully.
“No
problem!” She answered, her glow-in-the-dark scales flashing in a pattern.
“Guess
this is mine, then,” Risk complained woefully, gazing at the charred, smoking,
watery mess that had formerly been a cow. Nearby, Anaconda laughed, amused, as
she chomped on a furry thing that could be a squirrel. Risk scowled at
her. 
Whisper
clapped her talons together, and all of the dragonets scrambled to get
something, then seated themselves in front of the huge FrostWing.
Risk took
the cow, sighing as more smoke rose up from it. He sat in the spot designated
for him, and Bright-Eyes went to stand beside Whisper. Flashflood, Burnclaws,
and Leaf-Claws also left their apprentices and went to the front, too.
Shatter,
the FrostWing, had selected a hawk and was nibbling it delicately.  Anaconda yawned hugely, settling her talons on
the rough ground and pushing away the remains of her furry thing, which Risk
now saw was a monkey. Twister, the DesertWing, was eating a tiny lizard. He had
a SMALL appetite. Like, one-lizard-a-week small. Twister yawned, stretching his
talons casually.
And Galaxy
seated herself a little bit away from Risk, glancing at him as if for his
permission. Risk grinned at her happily, wishing that he could bump her wing to
show that he thought that she was really cool.
Risk
crunched through the ash-y cow and focused on Whisper, trying not to think
about the gross layer of crusty black char edging his cow. Whisper cleared her
throat and began to speak:
“Okay,
Five.” That was how the Guardians addressed the dragonets when they were all
together. “Today, Flashflood is going to teach history in the river-cave.”
Anaconda
groaned, and Leaf-Claws cuffed her ear, biting it sharply. Anaconda yelped, and
her mentor growled, “Stop complaining then!”
Every day,
the dragonets had one lesson with someone, and then each of them separately
practiced their powers with their mentor. Risk, of course, practiced fighting
with Bright-Eyes.
“ANYWAYS,”
Whisper said loudly, “Go there now, please. And keep in mind: be good,
especially you, ANACONDA. We’re just reviewing the Great War today, to
keep you all up-to-date.”
Anaconda
lashed her tail, and a vine curled up her forelegs. She always made plants grow
on herself when she was angry. Unfortunately, today she also lost control a
little. Vines also burst up under Risk’s talons, as Risk was sitting to the
ForestWing’s right.
The vines
shriveled, exploding and crackling under Risk’s claws, and Galaxy leapt forward
and blasted a jet of water onto the burning plants. They shriveled from the
combination of fire and water, and then crumbled to ashes.
Risk
grinned sheepishly. “Thank you, again!”
“No
problem!” Galaxy answered happily, whisking her huge tail.
Risk
followed Flashflood and the other four dragonets into the river-cave; which,
duh, was the one with a river running through it. Galaxy loved that river. And
usually slept on the bottom at night. Risk smiled at Galaxy as she trotted
after Flashflood.
Risk
followed, carefully keeping his wings and tail tucked in tight. Twister’s claws
clicked the stone as he entered the cave, and Shatter twitched her tail,
clattering it, as she took a seat on the hard ground. Anaconda slouched in
last, grumpily curling into a small ball at the edge of the river.
Flashflood
was one of the nicest of the Guardians. She was kind and encouraging, but
didn’t tolerate disrespect to her face.
“Alright,
Five,” She announced, clapping her talons together. “Today we’re going to
review the Great War, how it started, and the alliances. We shall begin.
“First,
Queen Snow Owl of the FrostWings decided that she wanted to have some of the
Desert Kingdom. Not a lot, just the small part just outside of their Great Ice
Cliffs – who can tell me what those are?”
Shatter
answered, rattling off facts: “The Great Ice Cliffs are animus-touched cliffs
that alert the FrostWings when a non-FrostWing crosses it,” She said. “They
were enchanted by my ancestor, Ice-Shard, about two hundred years ago.”
Flashflood
nodded. “Precisely, Shatter. Now, anyways, the only reason that Queen Snow Owl
wanted this was because of the oasis right outside of the Cliffs, about seven
dragon-lengths away from the border. So, she attacked and imprisoned a patrol
of DesertWings.
“Queen
Fennecfox was FURIOUS. She wrote to the WaterWings, who also shared a border
with the FrostWings, warning them about the vicious warriors. She exaggerated a
bit, and with just that little nudge, Queen Aqua allied herself with Queen
Fennecfox and the DesertWings.”
Twister
lifted his snout. “But Queen Fennecfox was only trying to protect her troops,
right?”
Flashflood
sighed, rubbing her temples. “Well, unfortunately, all of the Queens were at
fault here. Queen Snow Owl unreasonably attacked a patrol and imprisoned them
for an extra couple dragon-lengths of territory, even though the FrostWings
already have the most. Queen Fennecfox exaggerated her account of the story,
sort of manipulating Queen Aqua, whose fault was that she was kind of,” –
Flashflood looked embarrassed to be talking about her Queen like that – “Um,
gullible and went along with Fennecfox’s frivolous claims.” At ‘frivolous
claims,’ Shatter’s spikes flared briefly.
“Now, the
ForestWings and FlameWings. Queen Redtide of the ForestWings decided to be
allied with the FrostWings because she wanted her troops to be safe, and the
FrostWings were technically the most powerful at the time.
“But she
could’ve not gotten involved at all. But she decided to, and we don’t know much
about that decision. Queen Peril decided not to be involved, but when she sees
a war patrol, she sends her troops after them.” For some reason, whenever the
Guardians mentioned the Queen of the FlameWings, they looked at Risk. He found
it quite unnerving “It’s rather silly, really, to have this huge war and even a
prophecy all over a tiny, worthless oasis.”
Twister flared angrily. “Oases aren’t worthless! DesertWings need every talonstep of territory in the desert that has any source of water –,”
Shatter interrupted, “Well, the FrostWings need more water too!”
“YOUR TERRITORY IS LITERALLY ICE!” Twister roared angrily.
“And what’s going to melt it, seal-brain?” Shatter retorted.
Twister stood up looking dark, but Flashflood came between the two dragonets before
they could cause each other harm. Risk breathed a relieved sigh when the stern WaterWing said that they were both right and sent them to their caves.
Anaconda yawned regally, stretching her long ForestWing neck. She leaned back, and instantly strong leaves sprouted up to support her body. Galaxy growled something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like show-off. Flashflood sighed as she made sure that Twister and Shatter went separate ways, and then turned back to the other dragonets.
“Go and get some rest before mentoring time,” She ordered tiredly.
Risk left his friends and went into his cave, accidentally burning a blank scroll as he left.
 CHAPTER
TWO
ANACONDA 
Anaconda
slouched into her cave. She was so SICK and TIRED of the BIG
DRAGONS always pretending that they were more powerful than SHE was.
The truth was that Anaconda could strangle any one of them at ANY GIVEN TIME
– well, except for Bright-Eyes and Risk, she thought, but pushed the
thought away with a hiss to the air.
Flopping
onto her messy bed of tangled vine, Anaconda grew a splash of violets from the
ground and then a blood-red poinsettia. Scowling, she ran her claws along the
stone next to her bed. They screeched and sparked, and in the room next to
hers, Leaf-Claws, her mentor, roared at her to stop.
“DID
YOU NOT LEARN FROM LAST TIME, LEAFSPEAK?” He said angrily, poking his head through her doorway.
“STOP IT RIGHT NOW!” 
Leaf-Claws
withdrew his head, muttering about insolent dragonets and (loudly) what
happened to them when they disobeyed their mentors. Rebelliously, Anaconda
scratched one claw again but no more. The last time she had done it, her claws
had sparked and set her bed aflame. This was why the WaterWing dragonet,
Galaxy, now lived in the cave next to Anaconda’s, while Flashflood stayed by
the FlameWings.
At
least we all have our own caves.
Anaconda couldn’t IMAGINE living with Twister or Shatter. She probably
wouldn’t mind Galaxy, and Risk wasn’t an option. Sighing frustratedly, Anaconda
twisted on her flat bed, wishing that the dragonets had a way out of this THRICE-MOONS-CURSED
‘destiny.’
Plus,
that one who hardly cares . . . Anaconda thought of the line of the
prophecy that was her line. The ForestWing had always thought of it as
hers; after all, it was her.
Anaconda
raised a talon to her snout and gently touched the teardrop-shaped scale on her
nose. Born with marks that look like tears . . . Yes, she was one
hundred percent part of the prophecy, no matter how much she didn’t WANT
to be. And all of the other dragonets were, too, no matter how much Anaconda
hated Risk’s cowardliness and Shatter’s brainy
always-answers-questions-correctly and Twister’s quick tendency to be mad, not
to mention Galaxy’s calculating brain and the way she ALWAYS KNEW WHAT WAS
GOING ON and how she showed NO EMOTION. 
Anaconda
felt a vine trembling towards the cave’s entrance and pulled it back with her
leafspeak. The ForestWing dragonet, restless, got up from her bed.
She
trotted into Leaf-Claws’ room. However, he wasn’t there. Curious to see what
was in her mentor’s room, Anaconda slid over to Leaf-Claws’ desk. There were
several scrolls spread out. Quick as a flash, Anaconda grabbed them, rolled
them up, and dashed back to her room.
But
Leaf-Claws was standing in her way.
Stumbling
to a halt, Anaconda hurriedly shoved the scrolls under her wing, hiding them
from sight. Leaf-Claws’ eyes were narrow and dark with suspicion.
“What
were you doing in my room?”
“Looking
for you. I’m boooooooooored and want to start fighting practice!” Anaconda
lied, shifting her weight so she was leaning on the scrolls, pinning them to
her wing.
Leaf-Claws
hissed at her. “Too bad. We’re not starting for another hour.”
“UNFAIRRRRRRRRRRRR,”
Anaconda moped, slithering into her cave, pretending to be moping. Before
Leaf-Claws could come in and rebuke her, Anaconda slid the scrolls under her
bed (or rather, under the plants that were her bed.) Her mentor growled at her
about being patient and reentered his cave, swearing under his breath.
Anaconda
had always found herself the unluckiest with the mentors. Flashflood was
super-nice, just always tired and awful at resolving arguments. Burnclaws was
jittery and wanted to fulfil the prophecy SO BADLY that he fussed
over the dragonets as if they were diamonds. Bright-Eyes, on the other talon,
pressured the dragonets, but was never particularly mean to them, just stern,
and Whisper, the FrostWing, was the same.
But Leaf-Claws
WAS THE ABSOLUTE WORST. He was always shoving Anaconda around, purposely
hurting her . . . making her angrier and angrier as she grew.
Anaconda
had always had the notion that his hate had something to do with her leafspeak.
He always called her ‘leafspeak,’ and not by her actual name, especially when
they were alone. Anaconda grew a small mossy wall over her doorway, blocking
the view of others who might be lurking out of sight. Slipping her talon under
the leaves, Anaconda withdrew the scrolls.
Unrolled
them, fiddling with the clasp.
And
gasped.
CHAPTER THREE
TWISTER
Twister
had been in his room, shifting through his scrolls, when Anaconda burst in. She
had shockingly been in tears, with sparkling tracks glittering down her snout.
A single tear rolled down her nose, matching her teardrop-scale.
“Anaconda!
What in the world – what on earth – is everything alright?”
“No,
Twister! It isn’t!” She whispered, tears streaming down her face in waves.
“It’s – this – our –,” Anaconda choked on her own words, tongue-tied,
stuttering. Twister wrapped one wing around her gently, almost cradling her
with his DesertWing warmth.
“Breathe,”
He said gently, “I’m going to get the others.” Well, maybe not Shatter,
he thought darkly. He was still furious about what she had said about his tribe.
I guess if I don’t get her, though, he added, one of the others will,
and then she’ll have a grudge. Sighing, the DesertWing trudged into
Shatter’s room. She was doing stretches on the ground. Her head twisted
elegantly, and icebreath hissed through her nostrils.
“Get out,
DesertWing,” She snarled, coiling up like a snake, the coldness of her
scales (and her gaze) vibrating onto Twister and sending tremors through his
body. Though she was usually kind, when she got into an argument with someone,
she didn’t forget for WEEKS.
“Believe
me, I’d love to!” Twister retorted, the air crackling with tension, “But
Anaconda found something, so you’re needed in my room, and I think she found
whatever she’s crying about in Leaf-Claws’ room.”
Interest
sparked in her eyes. “Crying? Anaconda?” A moment later she had whisked
out and into Twister’s room, then backtracked and stood in the hall. “How can
you stand that insufferable heat?” She complained.
Rolling
his eyes, Twister continued down the halls, and had a similar conversation with
Risk, who just was very . . .  fidgety
about accidentally burning someone. Then, Galaxy. Twister entered her room to
find her sleeping. Biting his lip, Twister wondered what to do when suddenly
her eyes opened, and she leapt up.
“What are
we doing?” She asked, climbing out of her pool where she slept.
Twister
blinked. “Um.” He had always been astonished at the WaterWing’s efficiency and
calculating mind. He wringed his talons while Galaxy gazed expectantly at him. “Err.
Yes. OK, what we’re doing. R-right. Um.” His mind had suddenly gone blank.
“A-Anaconda showed up crying about something she found in Leaf-Claws’ room,” He
blurted, memory rushing back very suddenly, like a tsunami.
Galaxy
looked calm, but her eyes were full of questions. “Let’s go, then!” She whispered,
tiptoeing into the hall. She flicked her tail towards Leaf-Claws’ room, just
two rooms down from her own; talons were clicking the ground and claws scraped
stone. The huge ForestWing was pacing the cave, muttering under his breath.
Galaxy
and Twister carefully padded past the door, which luckily was one of the ones
with a cloth over it, and hurried into Twister’s room. Risk was staring
anxiously at Anaconda as if he wanted to wrap his wings around her – but
obviously, he couldn’t. Shatter was trying to coax the ForestWing dragonet to
share the scrolls that she had found (stolen)? And Galaxy rushed into the cave
and eased a wing around Anaconda.
“It’s
alright, Anaconda,” She said, her voice unbelievably calm and controlled. Her
head turned, and she locked eyes with Risk. He nodded, and Twister felt a ping
of envy. He squashed his feelings, like he always did. He trotted over to help
Galaxy, who was soothing Anaconda, and slipped a talon under her wing,
withdrawing the scrolls. As soon as he took them, Anaconda began to whimper.
“No –
don’t –,” She wailed, pressing her face into Galaxy’s wing. “You-you–,”
But it
was too late. Twister’s eyes grew huge as he stared down at the names printed
on the paper in neat writing, recognizable as Burnclaws’, and his eyes were
somehow attracted to the middle one . . .
TWISTER
DESERTWING
KNOWN FAMILY MEMBER(S):
SAVANNA [MOTHER]                 ROADRUNNER [FATHER]                           AMBERSKY
[SISTER]
NO ANIMUS IN BLOODLINE AS FAR AS KNOWN?
COULD HIS FAMILY BE DISTANTLY RELATED TO WILDFIRE/SUNSHINE SOMEHOW? WHAT OTHER
POWERS COULD HE HAVE?
And below
that:
FIRE THAT CAN MATCH A FLAMEWING’S 
HYBRID, OTHER POWERS?
ANIMUS
UNKNOWN POWER, NOT FOUND YET; MAYBE
POISON SOMEHOW? SUMMON STORMS?
Twister
stared at the scroll for a moment, his mouth open in shock. Dazed, Twister
snapped it shut and, words escaping him, slid the scroll to with Shatter’s name
printed across it in Whistle’s hand to Shatter. She looked equally shocked.
“Mother: Princess
Snowfox?” The FrostWing swayed on her talons. “I – I’m a princess?”
She spluttered.  Looking overwhelmed, she
kept reading the scroll, and tears started falling off of her snout,
too. “Aunt: Princess Frostbite. Uncle: Prince Shard. Unknown father . . .” She
looked dazed, and Galaxy flung out her other wing to catch the dragonet as she
collapsed, faint.
Galaxy
snatched the scroll, read it quickly, muttered something, and then read aloud,
because she knew that the others would ask anyways:
“Mother:
Seashell. Father: Sharkteeth. Sisters: Whirlpool and Reflection. WaterWings
have no recorded powers beside spitting water . . . blah blah, Galaxy has no
animus relation . . . blah blah,” Galaxy finished, rolling up the scroll. Her
gaze was shimmering with unshed tears, and she was obviously trying hard to
compose herself. She turned to the next scroll. “Risk, do you want me to read
it to you?”
Risk was
visibly crying and shaking slightly. “Y-y-yes p-please, I-I t-think,” He
replied, looking unfocused, his eyes drifting into another universe.
Galaxy
cleared her throat. Her eyes popped for a moment before she began, and Risk
looked very nervous. Twister thought, her expression is unbelievably
unreadable – it must be something bad. Do they even know his parents? He
wondered with dismay. Poor Risk. But maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe – 
“Mother,”
Galaxy read, a slight tenor in her voice. “Queen Peril.”
 
CHAPTER FOUR
GALAXY
Galaxy watched anxiously, a slight fear running through her,
as Risk’s face was enveloped with shock and slight fear. She kept reading
nervously, though trying not to show it:
“Father: King Jeopardy. Sister: Princess Exposure.” Galaxy
neatly rolled up the scroll, reaching for the second. “Firescales,” She read,
“FlameWing. Scared of power,” She finished. She watched blankly as Risk stared
at his talons, looking shocked.
“I’m so happy for you, Prince Risk!” Galaxy said
excitedly, trying to hide her anxiety and doing it well. Risk looked up
uneasily.
“B-but,” He began, “I-I heard . . . that she . . . isn’t she
a cruel queen?”
“Nooooo,” Galaxy said, hiding her uncomfortableness. “She’s
just . . . overprotective, that’s all! She wants to keep her tribe safe.”
Risk nodded, but he still looked a little worried. He turned
away, his face unreadable, blowing a plume of fire into his talons and watching
it fizzle out. Galaxy felt sad – she didn’t want to be the one who had to read
that to him, but someone had had to do it . . .
Hearing a low wailing, like an odd bird crying in pain, she
realized that Anaconda was still sobbing into her wing. Flipping to the
Anaconda’s scroll, she realized what was wrong. This one was in Leaf-Claws’
untidy scrawl, and was obviously prejudiced.
ANACONDA
FORESTWING
KNOWN FAMILY MEMBER(S):
TIGERLILY [MOTHER. CRUEL. KILLED WREN WITH HER
LEAFSPEAK. IF HER LEAFSPEAK WAS PASSED ON TO HER DAUGHTER, WHO’S TO SAY HER
SPIRIT DIDN’T, TOO?]              
DRAGONTRAP [FATHER. STOLE MY JOB AS GENERAL!
TRICKED THE ARMY LEADER!]
LEAFSPEAK. TERRIBLE POWER, THIS IS A TERRIBLE
POWER. BEAT HER INTO SUBMISSION.
WHY DO I
BOTHER WITH HER ANYWAYS? WE SHOULD JUST STRANGLE THEM AND BE DONE WITH IT.
Galaxy
drew in a sharp breath as she read. She understood why Leaf-Claws hated
Anaconda now; however, if the scroll’s information was prejudiced, some of it
might be false.
“My
mother was . . . she was evil?” Anaconda whispered, pain flickering like
flame in her deer-brown eyes, usually so hard with fury and anger. Anaconda’s
tail was twitching, just slightly, and black deadly nightshade was growing all
around her.
“Anaconda!”
Galaxy and Twister said in unison, alarmed. Risk saw the nightshade and quickly
engulfed it in a fireball. Anaconda cried harder.
“I-I’m
sorry!” She wailed, twisting in her anger and dismay. Galaxy had never seen her
so helpless and upset. “Why would my mother kill someone?” She continued, tears
continuing to stream down her face.
“I’m sure
she didn’t,” Risk soothed her. “Leaf-Claws obviously didn’t like either of your
parents. I’m sure that whatever happened with –,” Risk glanced at the scroll –
“Wren was a complete accident, and your father –,” He checked it again –
“Dragontrap was probably just better than Leaf-Claws, and Leaf-Claws holds a
grudge!”
“Right,”
Twister agreed, nodding. “Leaf-Claws doesn’t like leafspeak ForestWings because
Tigerlily – your mother – had it, but there was an accident with Wren, who
probably was his wife or daughter or sister or something – and that’s why he
dislikes you, Anaconda!”
Anaconda
nodded warily, opening and closing her leaf-shaped wings. Risk jumped
backwards, carefully avoiding the scrolls and the other dragonets. Twister
gathered up the scrolls with his barbed tail, keeping the barb tucked in close
to him. Shatter was stumbling to her feet, still looking dazed, her eyes
unfocused. Twister supported her with his flank, their earlier argument
forgotten, and filled her in on everything else. Shatter dipped her head to
Risk in a gesture from royalty-to-royalty.
It was at
this moment that Galaxy remembered her own parents’ names. She really needed to
stop doing that – that thing where she was so wrapped up in the others’
business that she forgot about her own.
Seashell. Her mother’s name
was beautiful. Galaxy closed her shining indigo eyes and created an image of
her mother. Purplish, with dark blue stars, she thought. She has
bright blue webs and horns, and eyes, and small freckled talons. Slowly,
the picture formed. Loving and caring dragon. Though this description
was likely scientifically incorrect, and they had never met, Galaxy loved her
mother already. Felt a . . . a connection.
Galaxy
thought of her father, Sharkteeth. Big and burly, teeth slightly crooked,
and his glow-in-the-dark scales are a greenish-indigo, Galaxy imagined. Also,
his normal color is a seaweed-green, with a grayish tinge. His eyes are a DARK
green, very dark, as well as his horns and claws. He wears earrings. Galaxy
had no clue why she added the earrings to her description, but Galaxy liked it
somehow.
He is
stern, but kind. He likes to follow the rules but would break them if someone
was in danger.
Galaxy thought that her father was a very good dragon. Flashflood made him
out to be, anyways, Galaxy remembered. “Very kind and noble dragon,
hopefully his dragonet will follow in his talonsteps,” Galaxy quoted under her
breath.
She moved
on to her sisters. I’ve always wanted sisters, and now I find out that I do!
Two of them! Reflection and Whirlpool! I think Reflection sounds quiet, kind,
keeps to herself. A smaller light blue dragonet formed in Galaxy’s mind.
Likes to read, and draw. Well, she might be a dragonet OR an adult – she could
be older or younger than me.
Whirlpool,
Galaxy
thought next, picturing a larger, older dragon with blue-violet scales
clashing. Tough but kind. Maybe has a necklace of shark teeth, Galaxy
imagined suddenly. She wondered if maybe her power was able to tell the future
. . .?
Suddenly,
there was a clanging noise. All five dragonets froze. It was the entrance
boulder!
“Quick,
hide the scrolls!” Risk hissed, panicked. He gestured to them, but couldn’t
pick them up. Twister snatched them and slid them under his small alder-bark
desk. Shatter slid her whip-thin tail under the desk and pushed the scrolls
back as far as she could, careful not to impale it with her tail-spikes.
Anaconda wiped her face quickly and sat up straight just as Leaf-Claws stormed
in.
CHAPTER FIVE
SHATTER
Shatter flinched as she saw Anaconda’s eyes blazing. She
hoped with all her soul that the ForestWing dragonet didn’t FREAK OUT and
reveal what the five had been doing for the past hour. Luckily, Anaconda was
smart enough not to react, even when Leaf-Claws shot her a withering look. 
“Shatter!” 
Shatter jumped.
“Whisper is looking for you, animus! Same for you, FlameWing,
WaterWing, DesertWing! Get going!”
The dragonets dipped their heads and scurried off, but not
before they heard Leaf-Claws growl, “Leafspeak. You are also due
for mentoring. Come along!” And then a yelp of pain from Anaconda.  
Wincing, Shatter told her fellow dragonets good-by and
hurried to her training room. Her head was still spinning from the weight of
the new information. Princess Shatter. She was so disorientated
that she took the wrong way twice and ended up in her training room fifteen
minutes late. 
Skidding to a halt, Shatter huffed to a stop in the training
room. Icebreath was spread out in clumps everywhere, and Whisper was waiting in
a corner, her spiked tail flipping in exasperation. 
“You’re fifteen minutes late,” She sighed, and after Shatter
apologized, Whisper continued briskly. “just don’t let it happen again, okay?”
She said more gently. Shatter nodded, and her mentor said brightly, “Today
we’ll do more icebreath aim practice and then animi –,”
“Wait, wait,” Shatter interrupted, “What about –,”
“– Collapsing Mountain?” Whisper finished for her. “Dear, he
grew the entire FlameWing palace, not to mention all he did for the Queen – all
those dragons he killed for her sick quest for revenge.”
“I . . . I guess.”
“Well, please make my icebreath disappear,” Whisper
announced, inhaling and breathing out the deadly ice crystals.
I enchant the icebreath to disappear
right now, and to never reappear!''
Shatter’s eyes were squeezed shut, but she heard her mentor
congratulate her and cautiously opened one eye. 
The icebreath was gone.
Shatter had done a rare successful spell!
But when Whisper tried to breathe icebreath again, it didn’t
work. “Oh no,” Shatter whimpered. She tried to concentrate again. I enchant
my last spell to . . . to be erased! She thought hard, focusing, and
suddenly a blast of icebreath shot and almost slapped her in the snout. 
Squeezing her eyes shut, Shatter folded her wings around
herself, preparing for her mentor’s lecture. Sure enough, Whisper sighed again
and began to speak slowly and monotonously. “Shatter, in the arts of animus
spells, you must always consider the upsides and downsides. You need to carefully
consider your words as you place a spell. You . . .” 
Drifting into a daydream, Shatter pictured herself as a
Princess, sitting on a throne and munching on seals and polar bears. She
thought of her parents: Princess Snowfox and an unknown father, perhaps not
even an aristocrat (a high-ranked FrostWing) . . . perhaps they had been in a
forbidden relationship, or maybe her father was just dead. Princess Snowfox and
both her siblings, Shatter’s aunt and uncle. 
Her aunt, Princess Frostbite. A high-spoken name; the
princess was very distinguished, and cautious of her powers, just like Shatter.
And her uncle, Prince Shard, who was actually known for creating and sculpting
the FrostWing palace to never melt and to be indestructible from attacks. 
“SHATTER!”
Shatter’s head jerked up, and her horns banged on a hanging-rock behind her.
“Y-y-yes, Whisper?”
“I asked you a question!” She said irritably.
“Are you paying attention at all?” 
“Y-yes, I’m just – I was only – daydreaming of – um.”
Whisper sighed again. “Mentoring is over, anyhow . . . you
are excused.”
Ducking her head, Shatter trotted back out into the halls.
Twister had already gotten to leave, but everyone else wasn’t there yet. “Hey,”
He said awkwardly. There was a vibrating silence. Shatter and the DesertWing
had never really gotten along well because of their tribes declaring war on each other and all that.
 
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