Lucky

==Prologue==
The queen was bored. She'd had a perfectly ordinary morning - she'd woken up, eaten a hunk of narwhal for breakfast (she'd lost her taste for polar bear after dragonethood), ordered her soldiers to kill one or two or twenty dragons, then sat on her throne to do queenly things. 
But nothing was happening at ALL and she was sick of it. She stretched her wings, yawned loudly, and tested for the eighteenth time (that day) whether she might be an animus. Finally she let her head loll back, staring out the large window at her city. 
Ick. There were those nasty LeafWings. They'd been there for fifty years, long before she was born, but the young queen still didn't like the idea of 'plant dragons' (as she referred to them) being in her city, even as the slaves they were. She was thankful she hadn't been alive for the Leaf-Ice War fifty years ago - her mother had described it as a bloody, terrible, horrible, awful, yada yada yada whatEVER. 
Suddenly, she heard an unmistakable sound - talon steps, about a dozen, in precise rhythm. Her guard was back! She leapt up, then quickly sat back in her throne, trying to appear nonchalant and casual.
"Your Majesty." The head of her guard bowed slightly, bracing his considerable weight on his narwhal at horn spear. The queen wrinkled her nose and considered halving the guard rations. 
"Yes?" She said, making sure to sound irritated, like they were interrupting her in the middle of VERY IMPORTANT business.
"We have taken care of the treacherous pair. But-" He hesitated. The queen caught that. 
"What?" 
"Well... Queen Frost.... you do know how when we discovered this illegal couple, we came to the conclusion that they had been together for about three months?" He was nervous, she noticed sharply.
"And..." 
"And, well, Your Majesty..." The small gaggle of guards parted to reveal a tiny dragonet. The queen stared at her. 
She was tiny, probably less than a month old. She was dark green and silver. Her wings weren't exactly IceWing shaped, but also not quite LeafWing. Her underbelly, tail spines, sail-ridge, and wing membranes were all a deep, forest green like her eyes. 
"They did not." The queen spat. "They eloped? And had a - a - a hybrid?" The guards silently nodded. "Alright, then. Kill her." The group nodded uncomfortably, glancing at the tiny scrap of dragon between them.
"Wait. Actually." The queen's voice stopped them in their tracks. "I think I'm going to keep her. What is your name, little dragonet?" 
"I don't gots one yet, mommy said that I would when we got to the far away place I would get one. Daddy said I was lucky to be goin'." The queen's featured twisted into a cruel smirk. 
"Well, little one, your parents are now dead, and you are mine. And your name is Lucky. You're lucky to be here, with your queen. Lucky I killed your parents, so you can live in the palace. And I am lucky because I get a brand-new dragon all for myself." 
The last thing Lucky saw as she was dragged from the room was the queen's cruel smirk and cold eyes, boring into her. And she knew that her life from then on would not be a good one.
==Chapter One==
Lucky knew she was supposed to hate her life. She did, mostly, but she loved her job, the job that Queen Frost had chosen for her. The queen had wanted Lucky to see all she was missing out on. Instead, every new dragon she met and new place her talons landed was another reason to escape. Lucky knew she would, one day, escape from this cold wasteland. 
Lucky strode confidently down the palace hall, pretending like she didn't notice the entourage of hefty guards trailing her. She enjoyed drawing the stares of all the young nobles as she twisted her head, letting her scales catch the sunlight. 
She was a strikingly gorgeous dragon, she knew it, and she used it to the best of her abilities, but that was not her main strength - Lucky was extremely intelligent. She hid it well, pretending to be fluttery and ditzy and silly when around a queen, or any IceWings. 
See, her job was this: the queen sent her around to other queens, to all the other kingdoms. The RainWings in the dense, hot, wonderful jungle, the MudWings in their mucky, damp swamp, the BeetleWings in their valley between the desert and mountains. 
She was the obedient messenger, not allowed to twitch a claw or say hello without the queen's - or her guard's - permission. 
The queen knew Lucky's independent spirit, and so had trapped her here, doing exactly as she was told. Exactly as she was told was generally a lot of nothing. And if she put one claw out of line, the queen cold have her publicly punished and humiliated at her leisure. Of course, she could've done this with Lucky living in the Ice Kingdom, but no, it was more fun to watch her squirm in boring meetings and proper peace summits. 
But Lucky always found a way out, usually through a young male dragon who was unwisely off guarding the door. All she had to do was laugh at one of his jokes and gush about how amazing he was for few minutes. Ugh. She wished she could find a single dragon who saw her true side, not her scales. 
She shook herself back, realizing she'd been daydreaming again. If only she could be gone free. Even in death, therein lies freedom, she thought sadly. Queen Frost goes hated her; she was kept alive only out of spite. 
Suddenly, serrated claws - unlike her own smoothly sharp ones - dug into her shoulder, twisting her around violently. A guard was standing there, his rancid breath attesting to the fish he'd had for breakfast. 
"The queen wants to see you, nasty little hybrid." Lucky sighed. 
Another mission. Joy.
==Chapter Two==
Lucky held her head up high as she marched towards the throne room, pretending as always that she had chosen to do this, and it had nothing at all to do with the half-dozen grumpy IceWing guards herding her along. 
As she stepped through the massive archway, Queen Frost lazily looked up, staring haughtily at Lucky. Two pairs of eyes met, one pair ice blue, the other emerald green, both filled with loathing of the other. 
"Luckyyy! So glad to have you." The queen's bored drawl - her irritating trademark - seemed especially malicious this morning. Lucky smiled back sweetly, while seething on the inside. 
Every day that Lucky came face-to-face with this dragon, she was reminded how she'd killed Lucky's parents, when Lucky was just a month old. The young queen had been just eight years old at the time, but already a spoiled, cruel dictator, too young for the throne but too proud to admit it. 
"I have a new mission for you." The queen's grating voice pierced the bubble of Lucky's thoughts. "You are to go to the SandWings." Her heart leapt. 
Lucky had always wanted to visit the SandWings, feel the heat of the desert, meet the intriguing dragon up close. She'd heard of their legendary intelligence and cunning and hoped, for the first time, she might be able to let down her shield of faked stupidity and show her true self, to dragons who might understand. Dragons who might think like her. She knew it was a stretch, but she was desperate. In her seven years of life, not one dragon had truly seen her. Not yet. 
"Okay," she said, like always. Even if she'd wanted to argue, which, in this case, she didn't, doing so might give the queen a glimpse into her true nature, a danger which she must never allow. "When do I leave?" This inquiry was a bit dangerous, but she needed to know. 
"This afternoon. Go take a nap or something, I'm told it's a long flight and if you drop out of the sky with fatigue I'm not sending dragons after you." Lucky nodded. A nap it was. Goodness, how she despised this queen, telling Lucky to 'take a nap' like she was a tiny dragonet. But... okay. So maybe she was a little tired. 
She headed back to her rooms, walking just quickly enough to make the guards huff and puff a little, and curled up in the little nest she'd created. Most IceWings slept on slabs of hard ice, but her softer, more LeafWing-esque scales were more easily bruised. Finally comfortable, she closed her eyes and sank into flames. 
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