What If: Empty Head

This page is for Angel of Madness 001’s “What if” contest. The topic is “What if Darkstalker had hatched the next night?”
== Prologue ==
The hatchling clawed at his shell. He could feel the silver light as it shined down on his egg, but something was wrong. The light wasn’t enough. He felt something missing, something he desperately wanted.
The hatchling finally crawled out of his egg, to the disappointed stare of his mother, and the disapproving one of his father. His mother, a black dragon, picked him up. “If only he had hatched last night. Then he would have something to say for it.”
The father, a moon-white dragon, rolled his eyes. “Foeslayer, stop griping. There’s nothing you could do anyway. It already looks bad anyway. Maybe the next dragonet will have a little IceWing in it.”
With a jolt, the hatchling realized that his father had been talking about him. The dragonet curled closer into his mother, who seemed slightly hesitant to hug him back. “I will name him Noir.” The father scoffed. “That’s a stupid name. Sine you clearly can’t give our dragonets good names, I’ll name the next one.”
Noir’s mother hissed. “What if I want to name her?” In return, his father said, “I can enchant your life away, Foeslayer. I do what I want here.” Noir’s mother scowled at his father, and unceremoniously dropped Noir on the rocky ground. “Fine. But just know that the other dragonet might have difficulty growing up in this environment. Try to be kind to her.”
The father nodded, though hatred gleamed in his eyes.
Noir may have missed his moons, but he would not miss his father when he was gone. Noir was sure of it.
== Chapter One ==
Noir flew into his new school with his sister, Whiteout. He clenched his tingling talons, looking down at them with interest. Noir had been entertaining the idea of being an animus, but he knew that animus magic could skip a generation or two, thanks to Arctic’s insufferable lectures. Noir probably didn’t have it. He was unlucky enough anyway.
Noir landed on the cool marble ground, and Whiteout landed as well. He walked up to Professor Truthfinder, dragging his sister with him. “Can I have my schedule?” Noir asked. “I’d also like my sister’s schedule.” Professor Truthfinder eyed him strangely, but nodded. “Name?” She asked. “Noir, and this is Whiteout.” Professor Truthfinder rummaged around in her files, before pulling out two papers. “Here you go. Have a nice night.” Noir nodded and walked away, pulling Whiteout away as well.
”Here, Whiteout,” he said, roughly shoving the paper into her talons. She wasn’t even paying attention. Moonbrain, Noir thought. He stomped away, peering at his schedule. His first class was history. Might as well make a good impression.
As Noir stepped into the classroom, the teacher, named Tenebris, greeted him. “You must be Noir. I was told that you would be here. My name is Professor Tenebris, but you can just call me Professor. I’ll show you to your seat.” Professor led Noir to a table with two other dragonets. “These two are Brightseer and Sharpclaws. They’re siblings, and your classmates at this table for the rest of the year. Get to know them.”
Noir sat down, a scowl emerging on his face. A seer. That was exactly what he needed. “Are you a seer, too?” He asked Sharpclaws. Sharp shook his head. “Hatched on the night before Bright. What’s your name?”
Noir shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Noir,” he muttered.
Bright gasped. “You’re the son of Foeslayer and Arctic? The famous couple?”
”That’s cool!” Sharp chimed in.
”No, it isn’t!” Noir shouted. “It’s bad! I hate you!” He jumped up and ran out of the room, eyes stinging with tears. “Wait!” Bright called, but Noir didn’t slow down. He rushed into the bathroom and sank down, crying.
Noir heard the talonsteps of an approaching dragon, but didn’t get up to face them. He heard a gasp as they entered. “Are you okay?”
Noir turned, his face still streaked with tears. Before him was a beautiful dragoness, a dark purple NightWing. She smiled weakly at him. “Go away,” Noir mumbled. The dragoness stepped forward. “I think I can help. What’s your name?”
He stood up shakily. “It’s Noir. Now can you just get out?” The dragoness winced, but she said, “My name’s Clearsight. We can be friends.”
At that word, Noir stopped cold. He hadn’t had many (or any) friends before school. Maybe this was his chance to have one.
”…Okay,” he said quietly. Clearsight grinned at him. “Great! I can foresee an amazing friendship ahead of us.” Noir blinked. “You’re a seer, too?” Clearsight nodded. “A powerful one. Anyways, what’s your class at the moment?”
”History. You?” Noir asked. “I’m in history, too! Let’s go!” And with that, Clearsight bounced out of the bathroom. Maybe everything would be okay after all.
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