Legends: Perfection

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Wings of Fire Legends: Perfection is the second story in the Perfection Series, written by SharkbyteZ. This page should only be edited by them or Moderators. If there are any spelling, grammar, punctuation, or category errors that were missed, please leave a message on Pluto's wall or leave a comment on this page. It'll probably be fixed at some point. 
Chapter 1 is currently being written— and partially rewritten— and will be added in pieces over time. Unfortunately progress will remain slow but should hopefully be more steady and updates will be more consistent. Who knows what'll happen. (Slow progress is better than no progress, I guess?) I may revise older chapters after new ones are released. Expect many things on this page to change. 
All of the characters in this story belong to SharkbyteZ. 
Enjoy. 
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=== Prologue - Condor===
Journal Entry - 1                                                                                                 Date - 2,001 A.S.
This journal, and all of the entries within it, will be for recording my observations of this next project, as per the queen’s request.
Experimenting with Animus magic on inanimate objects is interesting, but it becomes quite boring after a while. Experimenting on living creatures is unpredictable at times— and truthfully, it is often cruel to the creature being tested on. But it must all be done for the acquisition of knowledge. I wish there was an easier way to do so. 
Every enchantment has led to this point, this next   final experiment… I am going to attempt to create a living dragon out of nothing. I will create the perfect dragon that will shape our future. A hybrid is one thing, but how far can we go? Can we possibly create a dragon that has the blood of every tribe? What abilities will that dragon possess? What will it look like? Will it even be able to survive? - And if so, for how long? 
Trying to create an all-tribe dragon the ‘normal’ way would take far too long, it would be well over a hundred years or so before we see the results— but with animus magic we could skip through the entire process and jump right to the conclusion! Instantaneous results!
There are many things that could go wrong, but as with all science, we must take the risks and test the limits so we can educate future generations! That is why I, Condor, the Animus of the SkyWings, will be conducting this experiment. 
My creation will be perfect.
Lightning illuminated the clouded sky. The clouds were so dark it almost looked like night had fallen in the middle of the day. Instead of dozens of dragons soaring through the mountains, a torrent of rain filled the air. Not only that, but the incessant crashes and growls of thunder were far more interruptive than the sound of wing beats.
It was difficult to focus with all of the noise, to say the least. 
A tall SkyWing sat tapping his claws on the table in front of him. He had written down a list of possible ideas for his experiment, but now his mind had gone blank. All of these ideas for what his creation would be, so many possibilities, but he didn’t know which would be right for the perfect dragon. 
That word, perfect. What was perfection? Something all-powerful and immortal? Something absolutely beautiful? Maybe something that would be useful for everyone? All of the above? Or… something else? 
He had cautiously proposed the idea of creating the perfect dragon to Queen Besra, promising everything was thought through and the results would be ready within a week or so, but now he couldn’t even come up with a single good idea. Maybe it was the storm that was keeping him from brainstorming… yes, that was it. But it wasn’t worth enchanting the rain to go away. With how dry the skies had been lately, right now the kingdom needed this rain for crops to grow. 
Condor also wanted to save his animus magic for when he needed it. He wasn’t sure if there was a limit of how many enchantments a dragon could make before their powers disappeared or if using too much magic had costly side effects, so he refrained from using it unless it was necessary. That also meant he couldn’t test his abilities much without wasting magic.
Animus magic was so mysterious. There was very little knowledge of how it worked, and Condor was the only animus the Sky Kingdom had seen in nearly four generations. He had nobody to look to or ask questions about his powers. The only other kingdoms that had animi were the SandWings and IceWings, but relations between them and the SkyWings weren’t exactly the best.
To test if he could even create a living being from an inanimate object, Condor had enchanted a twig to turn into a bird. It worked just fine, and the bird had no visible defects, so it must have been possible to create a dragon the same way. He even had a little companion now! But for a dragon as complex as the one he was thinking of, it was important to make sure everything was thought out carefully. A single mistake or oversight could ruin everything.
Condor adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses as he read over the list he had made. He didn’t want his creation to look like an abomination, that wouldn’t be perfect. His creation would need to have balance. His creation would also be a living, breathing dragon with their own thoughts and emotions, so he didn’t want to burden them with a combination of dangerous traits that would make them a walking hazard. Well, unless he made them emotionless, but was a dragon without emotions even really alive?
Condor glanced outside, watching the clouds shift as they moved. Hmm...
“Perhaps…” He muttered, “What if instead of giving them the abilities of every tribe at once, they could change their physical form at will?”
When he actually processed what he had said, Condor immediately started writing down his new idea. No more amalgamation, this was perfect!
My creation will be able to shapeshift to a degree— it will not be able to become a completely different being, but it will be able to modify its physical attributes to appear more like any tribe it wants at any time. Diplomatic meetings with the SeaWings? It can give itself gills! Visiting the Ice Kingdom? Cold resistance! Practicality for any and every situation. Yes, this should make it much less complicated when it comes to design and with writing the enchantment.
His talons rested on the edge of the scroll, leaving a few ink stains as it pooled off his claws. Soon he would need to actually write out the enchantment’s final draft, and only then he would be able to finally conduct the experiment. 
The rain was beginning to let up. Condor wiped the ink off his claws and turned to a shimmering gray rock that sat on a stand on the table. He picked it up and examined it closer, turning it side to side to watch the blues, greens, and oranges shift across the stone. Labradorite; that was the object he chose to turn into a dragon. He hoped that the colors of the iridescent stone and the way they shifted would carry over into his creation’s scales. 
The longer he looked at the stone the more nervous he felt. If anything went wrong— it shouldn’t though!— then what would happen to him? What if, after he enchanted the stone, it took so much of his magic that he lost his powers? Or even worse— the rest of his soul? What if something awful happened to his creation, or if the creation itself did something awful and he couldn’t use his magic to help and dragons died because of his stupid experiment— 
He quickly set the labradorite on its stand and stepped back. His head hurt.
Deep breath…
“I should clear my mind… Perhaps fly around for a bit once the rain clears. Afterwards, I’m going to do this. No more waiting.”
===Chapter 1 - Perfection===
Silence. Darkness. Cold.
A quiet hum. A Soft light. Warmth.
Distorted. Blurry. Clouded. 
Color.
Dark, pale red surrounding bright orange and white. Black dots in the center of the orange. Lines of gold around the orange and white. It shrank slightly— no, moved away. 
To the left, gray, a rectangle of blue. Window.
To the right, a small flicker of yellow on a cylinder of white. Candle. 
The red shape became more detailed. It moved to point to itself— Dragon.
It moved again, and it made noise.
“How do you feel?” the dragon asked, but then paused as a limb was raised to rest against its face. “Oh, wait. Of all things, I forgot to make sure you could speak. I enchant this dragon to be able to understand all dragon language, as well as being able to read, write, and speak it.”
The new dragon felt an odd, cold feeling wash over them that soon faded. 
“How do you feel now?” he asked again.
“I- I feel… strange.” Their voice sounded echo-y, as if they had the voice of more than one dragon. They lifted their talons to look at them. There was a slight tingling running through them, a constant invisible thrum that danced around and within their scales. 
“Hmm..” The dark dragon— ‘SkyWing’ rang in their mind— wrote something on a small scroll, then he turned back to the creation.
“Alright. My name is Condor, and I am your creator.” He spoke lightly, although there was an edge of nervousness in his voice. Condor tilted his wings back and smiled. “I was thinking about names for you… What do you think about the name Perfection?”
“Perfection,” they echoed blankly.
“I think it fits you very well, but you can always think of something else later if you want.”
Perfection blinked. They continued to stare at their talons, then they observed their surroundings. They were in a cave with medium gray walls and a high ceiling. The cave itself looked like it was carved out as the walls were even and square, and one of the walls had a tall window that nearly reached the ceiling. Along the walls hung paintings of landscapes, small feathered creatures, and one that depicted two dragons flying above some mountains— one of the two they recognized as Condor, the other an unfamiliar gold with bright orange and red wings. That painting seemed to be the oldest out of all of them. 
Slowly, Perfection rose from where they sat and began to walk towards the window. Their steps were light and carefully placed as they balanced on their thin limbs, all the while Condor observed their movements and jotted down more notes. They approached the window to peer outside. 
The encompassing land was mountainous and jagged, lined with valleys and ravines. The sharp pointed mountains looked similar to dragon teeth. A river ran through the nearest mountains, splitting the land and filling the surroundings with lush greenery. Turning to the right, Perfection saw a massive structure with spires that reached beyond the clouds. All around the structure red and orange dragons moved throughout. 
A few dragons flew overhead, wearing shiny silvery plates that covered their scales. They swooped around in a wide arc and soared towards a platform that led into the structure.
“That is the Sky Palace,” Condor pointed out, “It’s the heart of our kingdom, and that’s where we’ll be going later so you may meet the queen.”
“Who is the queen?” Perfection asked as they turned back.
“Our queen is Queen Besra. She’s very kind. There are six other kingdoms across Pyrrhia, one for each tribe, and each kingdom is ruled by a queen. We may likely be going to visit them all sooner or later. You’ll learn quickly, I’m sure.”
Visit each of the kingdoms...? their thoughts wondered, what would they be like?
"Come with me!" Condor exclaimed, breaking their train of thoughts as he began to head for the door. "There's much more to see outside. You can even learn to fly for the first time!" 
More flying in soon...
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