Human WoF AU Book 1: The Moon Prophecy

Note: MAJOR WiP for the time being but this will be the hypothetical universe of WoF if the given characters and circumstances happened to happen as human events and the tides of WoF were flipped. This page is not open for others to edit (although if someone would want to enter some templates I would love them for that) at the time being but this may change and I always appreciate comments.
Tribes: (please note that I have allowed genetic modifications to take place through time-based adaptation. I do not believe that something like this could really occur it is merely for keeping most of the book themeatics)
Earthene [pronounced: Erth-en-ay](Mudwings): the most simplistic of the Pyrrhian tribes, living in mud huts and tepees among the swamps and mudlands; tend to have large, powerful bone structure and are the giants of the battlefield; strongest out of the seven "known" tribes; it is a legend that any Earthene with a blood-colored birth mark is resistant to fire; the skill of breath-holding is common in the tribe and many can withstand over an hour without breathing due to the peoples massive lung capacity; known famously for their multi-births which consist of three or more children who depend on each other for their entire lives
Oasieni [pronounced: Oh-ay-see-en-eye](Sandwings): the most resilient of the tribes, with bronze-toned skin and thin-framed bodies made to rough out the harsh desert; generally nomadic but a large amount also live in Oasis cities and fortresses; can go longer than the average human without vital necessities such as food and water; over time they have developed a claw-like thumbnail which is known to hold lethal poison
Skyfieren [pronounced: Sky-fear-en](Skywings): one of the further sophisticated tribes, living is castles among the majestic mountains of Pyrrhia; a majority of the tribe is wealthy and spend their time in the highly populated towns and market places among the mountains; their body shape is generally elegant and it is normal to have either red or brown hair; they are one of the fastest tribes and are commonly seen running up and down mountainsides like goats; they are extremely skilled with fire and some are even accused of being talented to the extent that they can "control" the fire; rare occurrences take place when an infant born too close to the rays of the sun will absorb the power of fire and burn everything they touch
Seafalwere [pronounced: See-fall-wear] (Seawings): one of the most mysterious tribes known on Pyrrhia; rumored but not for certain to live amidst the sea and beneath the waves; over time they have developed slits on their neck which resemble gills and are thought to be able to live underwater; parts of their skin appear slightly transparent but when they wish it can light up in an ocean shade of color; have beautiful sprawling palaces set into islands but they have never been found due to only some of the tribes having skilled boatscraftmen
Frostferne [pronounced: Frost-fairn-eh] (Icewings): a highly sophisticated tribe buried deep beneath the rules of over-bearing monarchy; known for their odd pale-bluish tinted skin and striking eyes; have adapted to survive in the cold and have been rumored to "control" the forces of ice; very stiff and formal people but brave and talented warriors nonetheless
Forestfallyt [pronounced: Forest-fault] (Rainwings): the most mysterious tribe with their ability of "illusions" or the way they are able to disappear from view; for unknown reasons their eye-color will shift depending on their mood; after generations of ancestors sucking sap from poisonous plants to give themselves a venomous bite the tribe has adapted with their canine teeth holding an acidic type venom; live in social groups among the trees and are talented at climbing
Darksyrnl [pronounced: Dark-seer-nell] (Nightwings): known as the most powerful with their rumored ability to read minds and see the future; live in an "unknown" location; generally have pale skin with dark hair and striking features; the most literate of all the tribes; they are trying to uncover the secrets to the abilities of other tribes but have only faced repetitive failure
The Moon Prophecy
When the war has lasted twenty years...
the change will come.
When the land is soaked in blood and tears...
the Chosen of the Moon will come.
In the form of different tribes,
these children will keep our hope alive.
Buried amidst the ocean waves,
a child with eyes of deepest blue stays.
A child in the dark shall come to you
From a mother valiant and bold,
Amidst the mountains you shall find one with hair of gold.
From the dirt search for one
with a mark of blood that comes not from hurt.
Alone in the desert wind
laying in the dust is your child of sand.
Of three queens who Blister, Burn, and Blaze,
two shall die and one shall learn
if she listens to a fate that is stronger and higher,
She'll have the power of wings of fire.
Five vessels of change all born on Brightest Night,
Through them darkness will bring rise to the light.
The Chosen of the Moon are coming.
Prologue
Hvitur clutched the Skyfieren child closer to his side as he tried to keep the rain out with his sealskin cloak. He wished for the child's sake that he would've chosen to wear more than just his cloak and his leather running shorts. He never got cold of course but he could feel the heat being leached out of the warm infant's body where it sat nestled against his pale bluish skin. The newborn whimpered quietly. A draft of pity rose in his chest for the child. Skyfieren tended to have the strongest newborns of all the tribes but he still knew this late night escapade was taking a toll on the infant. Hvitur paused suddenly, wondering if he was imagining the sound of footsteps behind him. He glared at the dark dripping spruce trees around him, daring someone to step out. The storm clouds above broke open for a moment and the light of the three vibrant moons flooded the landscape. Still nothing moved. Content with the observation, Hvitur slipped into the narrow crevice hidden in the nearby mountainside. Slowly the crevice widened out into a narrow valley, and half the floor beneath him dipped away into deep gulley. He could hear a raging river rumbling madly at the bottom of the dark hole and he shivered hoping his feet wouldn't slip. His foot struck a pebble and it flew into the chasm, echoing loudly against the sides the whole way down. He heard loud clattering as it reached the bottom, and he could picture there being a span of empty space near the river. Then quite slowly, almost sinisterly, a shadow melted out of the darkness in front of him. It split into two figures and they quickly approached Hvitur. He turned around and bolted, nearly falling as he ran into the huge form behind him. He stood up, his back rigid against the chasm wall behind him. As they stepped into the moonlight Hvitur could make out the wiry forms and lean faces of Oasieni. Their bronze skin shimmered as they moved in closer around him. The largest one before him looked down her slanted face at him. Her pupils seemed way too big for her eyes, an attribute the Oasieni had from spending so much time in the sun. Scars pockmarked her face and her tongue which slid freakishly out of her mouth had a long scar running down the center making it appear slit like that of a snake. Princess Burn. Her right hand gripped a heavy battle ax that was streaked in dried blood and her left was curled menacingly, displaying her venomous thumbnail. Hvitur knew he must act quickly. Placing the cool surface of his palm against the stone surface behind him he called for the cold with all his strength. 
"Bind his hands!" Burn yelled. The two other Oasieni were rapidly upon him, wrenching the helpless child from his grip and wrapping his hands in searing metal chains. He cried out in agony, tears of pain streaking down his face. He suddenly twisted beneath Burn and kicked her legs out from underneath her nimbly. Part of his training when he had been in the Ice Kingdom. Using the chains wrapped around his hands he attempted to swing at the Princess and singe her. He wasn't quite fast enough, however, as Burn took her ax and slammed him against the wall. His head sang out in pain as the wall collided with his head, waves of dizziness blurring his vision. 
"Now," she sneered in her raspy desert-dry voice, "Show me the child." 
The other two handed the poor infant over to the hulking desert princess. The child squirmed in her tight grasp crying out. 
"You're with that peace resistance, aren't you?" said one of the Oasieni standing in the dark. His voice was deep and void of any compassion for Hvitur. 
"You mean the Flames of Peace are real?" the other one blurted out. 
"It's nothing really, a few slugs crying over a little blood, nothing more," Burn finally answered. She turned her dark gaze back to Hvitur. "You don't actually believe that stupid Darksyrnl prophecy do you?" 
"Enough people have died for your idiotic war," Hvitur growled through clenched teeth. He watched Burn closely as she stroked the newborn with her thumbnails. 
"And? You can have all the peace you want as soon as I'm queen. Until then nobody is going to tell me what to do. Especially not some little Skyfieren brat born on a night with a bunch of moons," she said, grinning at the way his fists were tightening beneath his chains. "Wouldn't it be a shame if-" 
Hvitur didn't wait for her to say more. He could see the way her thumbnail was poised over the infant. No. It was wrong. He couldn't let it happen. He lunged at her trying to wrestle the baby free from her grasp. He was successful but as he fell to the ground near the edge of the chasm, Burn jumped on him, wrapping her fingers around his throat. 
"NO!" he gurgled as he dragged her claws through his neck. His strange blue Frostferne blood bubbled to the surface, mixing with the venom that poured from Burn's fingers. He jerked loose from Burn's death grip and fell into the chasm beside him. Wrapping the child in his arms, he disappeared from view long before his screams cut off. Burn watched with a look of satisfaction and then turned back to her soldiers. 
"Well that was easy. I got to kill something AND I solved the prophecy nonsense. I do think I have been rather productive today." 
She listened to her own words for a moment and then grimaced. 
"Ick. Now I'm beginning to sound like Scarlet. I swear I spend too much time around her," she muttered. "Let's go," she said to her soldiers turning back to walk through the darkness. 
Hidden among the dark rocks on a ledge above their heads, Kestrel watched. Knowing it was all over she turned back to the shadowy rock face behind her and slipped into the tunnels. 
"I stand with the Flames of Peace," she hissed when she reached the entrance tunnel. 
"We await the wings of fire," answered a voice. There was silence for a moment. "Kestrel?" it whispered quietly after a moment. 
"He's dead," she said, knowing there was nothing more she could really say. 
"Hvitur?" the voice asked, a note of shock present. "What about the Skyfieren?" 
"Dead too. Webs, this is pointless. We should all just go home. We already know Asha died bringing us the Earthene child. It's just me, you, and Dune left. If we left now and went into hiding the Flames of Peace would be powerless to stop us." 
"No!" Webs yelled, his odd green markings glowing in the dark. "We can't just give up now. The prophecy has to happen! If you don't want to be a part of this-" 
"Enough! I'll help or whatever. It doesn't mean I have to like these stupid brats," Kestrel snarled. "It doesn't matter anyway, we don't even have the Skyfieren." 
"I think I might have a way to fix that. I'll find us a fifth child. Don't worry about it," he said as she held up a hand to stop him. 
"You can't go back to the Sky Kingdom. If anything they'll be guarding the nursery way more carefully than before." 
"I'm not going to the Sky Kingdom," he said with a sad smile. "The prophecy only says we need five. For now it doesn't matter if they're a Forestfallyt or not." 
"Forestfallyt are worthless scum. I hope you know you're making a stupid mistake," she spat, moving aside to let him pass. 
"Maybe so. But in eight years we'll have the five we need and Morrowseer will have to accept that." 
Chapter 1 
Clay was thrown back against the rough stones of cave wall. His ears rang and his head spun. 
"Why don't you fight back instead of cowering in the corner!" the sharp-faced woman yelled. Her dark reddish auburn hair fell around her face in an evil-looking halo. The blunt covering of armor she wore over her torso creaked quietly as she drew closer to him. 
"Where's that killer I saw when I brought you here?" she howled, leaping towards him with her dagger angled downwards. A gleaming red cut bubbled across his arm when she landed. Clay scrambled backwards and shielded himself behind the bulbous rock formations of the cave. Earthene were supposed to be talented fighters he knew. They were supposed to bash their enemies with maces and clubs and huge powerful blades. He looked down at the blunt dagger he was armed with. It wobbled in his grasp clumsily. So much for being a powerful fighter. Kestrel walked over to the torch hanging on the cave wall. His stomach twisted up tightly. He hated it when she did this. She tapped the side of the torch against the wall, shaking sparks loose into the palm of her hand. He watched the sparks land on the odd rough brown patch on her hand. He always thought the palm of her hand looked kind of like an animal paw with its flat crescent shaped mark across the heel of it. Apparently, it was something Skyfieren developed over time and through training. Only the talented knew how to obtain them in order to twist and play with flames. Kestrel took the sparks now and rubbed them between her hands, causing a fireball to spring up between them. Angling her hands just right she launched the fire right in the midst of the stone columns at Clay. He leapt farther backwards and clutched his dark skin where the fire had singed him. 
"Fight back! Get angry! Do something!" she cried running at him again. When she was nearly to him he drew up his hand and prepared to throw his dagger. 
"Fool!" she yelled. "Throwing your only weapon is the most fatal error you make! What if you miss? You leave yourself defenseless!" she struck at him again but this time his hand shot up and he blocked her. She moved again but again he stopped her. He stood up taller, taking advantage of his large bone structure and prepared to take a strike of his own. His legs were suddenly thrown out from underneath him and he went sprawling. He gasped as dust clouded his lungs. 
"You said tripping your opponents was cheating!" 
"Oh, so you really expect a real fight to be fair? Guess what? Life's not fair!" she hollered, leaping at him and landing blows on his head. The world began to turn gray. He knew he should do something. He knew he should fight back. Yet, he couldn't wipe the fact that once the fight ended he would get to be done. Once he was done he could eat dinner. Probably not helpful that he valued that more than his own physical well-being but- 
"Yah!" Kestrel screamed as her legs were knocked out from beneath her and she went tumbling onto the floor. Clay held back a snort of amusement as Tsunami stepped out from behind Kestrel. Clay tried to give Tsunami a smile of thanks but his head began pounding and it turned into a grimace. 
"Do you really think knocking Clay out will help him learn how to fight?" she snarled at Kestrel. The tall Skyfieren picked herself up off the floor and swiped at a trickle of blood that was streaming from her forehead. 
"Funny that you would stand up for him. I mean considering he tried to kill you and all," she sneered, bending down to peer in Tsunami's eyes given the Seafalwere was significantly shorter. Clay winced. The story was a constant cloud of guilt hanging over his head. Barely a newborn and he had already been ready to attack his friends. He had lunged for their necks the guardians told him. The sound of Tsunami snorting brought him back to the present. 
"Sure," she said, rolling her eyes. It was clear that she didn't believe the story. 
"Whatever. You still failed anyway," she growled, looking over at Clay. Tsunami bristled and stepped in between her and Clay. Kestrel rubbed her blackened palms together once more and then stalked angrily out of the cave. 
"I should probably clean up," Clay finally said, looking at the mess of rusted weapons sitting around him. Training sessions always lasted too long. He precariously pushed himself to his feet but quickly stumbled backwards into the wall when a wave of darkness slammed into him. Tsunami was by his side within a moment. 
"Hey," she said gently, supporting him as he staggered. "You alright?" 
"I should be fine in a moment," Clay said through gritted teeth as the pain cleared his head. 
"She always goes too hard on you," Tsunami muttered. "I don't get why she can't see you're not a fighter." 
"Well," he mumbled. "Maybe, I am. Maybe I just haven't discovered that part of me yet." 
"Clay. Stop. Look at me," Tsunami said sharply, waiting to speak again until he met her eyes. "You're not like that. I don't care what kind of story the guardians make up about you. I know you enough to know that it's not true." 
Clay shrugged. Then he winced again. Tsunami peered at him. Very suddenly Clay regretted wincing. He knew exactly what she was going to say now. 
"You know what? You look like you could use a nice dip in the river," she prodded. Clay groaned. 
"Nooooooo. I've told you at least a million times. The. Water. Is. Too. Cold." 
Clay was too late. While it wasn't exactly Tsunami's fault that he fell in, he knew she probably noticed the pebble that he tripped on. So she had something to do with it in the least. Clay resurfaced, sputtering as the chillingly cold water winded him. The icy water seeped into his burns and cuts, making them sting. He glared at Tsunami who slid gracefully into the water next to him. Although, now that he had the chance to let the water seep in, his injuries did feel a tiny bit better. He shivered as the cold crept into his bones. Tsunami on the other hand did not seemed bothered in the slightest. She tossed her long wavy hair to one side and slid seamlessly through the shallows. The slits along her neck flared slightly as she sank beneath the water. After a moment, he quit watching her, but he instantly regretted it as an immense wave crashed over his head. 
"Y'know, someday Kestrel is gonna regret treating us the way that she does," Tsunami said finally turning to meet him. Clay was still too busy debating whether to dunk Tsunami under for splashing him to calculate what she had said. 
"Huh?" 
"I mean when I'm the Seafalwere queen," Tsunami clarified, flickering a few of her cobalt blue markings in thought. Clay found himself staring at them. He sometimes did whenever he stood too close. When her markings weren't lit up they only appeared to be lighter spots on her skin. However, if you stood close enough you felt as if you could see beneath the skin into a sort of emptiness. It always weirded Clay out. 
"But I thought it was only sisters and daughters who could claim the throne," Clay mumbled, finally looking away. 
"Yeah... But for all we know I am her daughter. Maybe it's just like that one scroll," she said, staring harder at Clay through her brilliant blue eyes. 
"The Missing Princess?" Clay asked absently. A new thought had presented itself to him. Tsunami nodded. "Hey, do you think our parents ever miss us? Like think about us or maybe wonder why we went missing?" 
"Well, duh. They would have to be literal cows if they didn't," Tsunami said excitedly. A gleam of amusement flickered in her eye. "Well, maybe your parents are cows." 
That was a good excuse for Clay to finally dunk Tsunami. She resurfaced twice as fast, spraying him in the face with water. 
"You know this fight would be a lot more fair if I had some-" he was cut off as Tsunami dragged him under again. He stood up and shoved Tsunami across the river as hard as he could. She went flying at least ten feet. 
"When we get out we are so having a rematch," she grumbled, pushing him aside as she jumped out of the water. Her blondish-brown hair was plastered across her forehead and her eyes flickered malevolently. Clay covered his mouth to hide his grin. Sometimes he forgot his own strength. 
"Er- truce?" he asked, offering his hand in a peace gesture. Tsunami rolled her eyes and then finally grinned back. 
"Fine," she sighed, and then squeezed his hand with pincer-like strength. Clay winced. Not from Tsunami's tight grasp, however. He had just forgotten that Tsunami's hands had a weird consistency. They were kind of... squishy. He knew it was a Seafalwere thing since the skin between their fingers stretched out to help them swim whenever they were in the water. He just forgot. Like he always did. 
"Wait, you mean you're going to wait two years for a rematch?" Clay joked, trying to change the subject. In two years they would be 16. The age everyone seemed to think they would be when they saved the world. 
"If I have to," she smirked. "But we could always leave early." 
"You mean escape," Clay pointed out. 
"Think about it though. The prophecy doesn't specifically say 'a bunch of sixteen year old's are coming to save the day'. We can save the world whenever we're ready." 
"Fair enough, I suppose," Clay said with a sigh. 
"Just. Think about it alright?" 
"Okay," he murmured finally pulling himself out of the river. He was really regretting getting wet now. All his clothes were dripping and sticking to him in the most uncomfortable way. He ran his fingers through his fluffy, or rather, soggy black hair, attempting to squeeze the water out. He glanced at Tsunami jealously. Of course the guardians had provided her with waterproof clothing. It was pretty much a given that a Seafalwere was going to get wet. Yet, Clay really wished he had some of the soft, flexible leather for himself. It was completely water resistant. Even Tsunami's hair barely looked wet. 
"I think I'm gonna go get changed," he said after a moment of dripping pitifully. 
"Well, the guardians probably have dinner by now so I'll see you there." 
Clay nodded. Yet, even after Tsunami had walked away her words still seemed to linger in his mind. Did she really think it was a good thing to escape? Did she really think they could handle themselves? Clay shrugged. Whatever happened he just hoped he wouldn't have to mess with it anytime soon. 
Chapter 2
Clay had taken longer than he had wanted to getting dressed, but when he arrived in the dining cave all his friends were still waiting for him. They were more or less seated around the rickety wooden table that was perched by one wall of the cavern. A small stream cut through the other side of the room, bubbling quietly. There was only one working chair left around the table since the guardians had never gotten new ones after the series of childhood disasters which had destroyed the others. Tsunami had claimed the chair tonight, rocking back and forth on the chair's bending legs. Probably not the best idea, Clay thought. Starflight, the Darksyrnl of their group, had long since discovered a nook in the cave wall which comfortably seated him. In fact, that was probably the reason why the table was by the wall instead of the center of the cave where it used to be. He shook his straight black hair out of his eyes as he focused on the scroll he was reading rather than talking to his friends. His pale skin only made his lean jaw structure stand out as he angled his head to see the words on the scroll more clearly. Clay honestly wasn't surprised that both Tsunami and Glory had confessed to him of liking Starflight at one point in time. Thinking of Glory now, he turned to find her perched on her usual spot. She generally preferred to sit by herself on a smooth stone outcropping towards the other end of the cave. She was slowly eating the morsel of bread they were always given for dinner, her silvery-brown hair falling in an angled halo around her face. Her elegant form was curled on top of one of the few stalagmites in the cave and her back was to Clay. Glory ignored Clay as he walked by but Clay wasn't bothered. It was normal for Glory to seclude herself. Especially if today's training with Dune had been harsh. As Clay attempted to seat himself on the floor near the table, a bundle of arms and legs crashed into him, causing him to stagger backwards. He quickly tried to regain his stance but tripped over someone's feet and ended up sprawled on the floor. He looked up to see Sunny standing over him, triumph glimmering in her strange green eyes. 
"Ha! I got you!" she cried, attempting to yank him back to his feet and failing miserably. "What did you think of my attack?" 
Clay opened his mouth to say it was more so the fact that someone's feet had been in the way but he closed his mouth when he noticed how expectantly she was staring at him. 
"Well, I wasn't expecting it, that's for sure," he said with a helpless smile. Sunny grinned back and tried once more to bring him back to his feet. Her harmless thumbs squeezed tightly around his wrists and he shuddered to think of how it would feel if Sunny was a normal Oasieni. He finally pushed himself off the ground and watched as Sunny bounded over to the table and perched lightly on its edge. She was so small and agile she would have barely tipped the table on her own, even without Tsunami and Starflight leaning on the other end. The torchlight glanced off her odd pale skin. Yet another thing that set Sunny apart from her tribe. Clay trudged over to the table and his eyes widened as he realized there was beef for dinner. Not venison. Not fish. Beef. Thick, hardy slices of dripping brown meat. Or at least, that's how he saw it in his head. In reality all that was left was a few scrawny pieces of slightly grayish, overcooked beef. Clay didn't care. 
"We got cow for dinner?" he exclaimed. 
"You mean beef?" Tsunami corrected, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. 
"Uh, sure. Yeah. Whatever," he mumbled, stuffing the last pieces into his mouth all at once. Warm grease dribbled down his chin and he sighed contentedly. He didn't care if his friends were all staring at him in amusement. It was worth it. 
"Dune says we need to study tonight for at least an hour before bed," Starflight said, deciding quite suddenly that he was going to talk. Tsunami snorted sourly and shifted in frustration on the poor bending chair. Clay, however, shrugged and consented nonchalantly through a mouth full of food. 
Clay found himself along with all his friends sitting in the wide, damp cave that served as a place to study. Tsunami was standing in the center of the group, taking charge of the situation as usual. 
"If we're going to study, we're going to do it the right way. Clay, you're kinda big and muscular. You be the dragon," Tsunami began. 
Clay shifted, slightly uncomfortable. He was never quite sure how to think of dragons. They had been powerful and legendary creatures, almost certainly destined to wipe humans out of existence. Then one day they just... disappeared. Not all at once, of course. Instead, over the course of time, they had started to gradually decline in population. Even the ones that remained seemed a bit odd. They were skittish and timid beasts, quite unlikely to approach humans. Which is why a dragon harming a human or even let alone, approaching a human was very strange. Yet, a dragon killing the Queen of the Oasieni? That was impossible. Clay snapped back to attention as he heard Starflight chime in. 
"Y'know, Tsunami, I don't think this is what Dune meant when he told us to study," Starflight argued, squinting at Tsunami with his dark green eyes. 
"Starflight, I swear if you say one more word about this I will make you be Blaze again," she retorted, throwing him a malevolent glare. 
"Okay, but-" 
"That's it, Starflight you're Blaze, Sunny you're Queen Oasis, Glory you are Blister, and I'll be Burn. Any questions?" 
Starflight sighed. However, no one else objected. Sunny, as if following routine, took up her place by a pile of rocks in the center of the cave. He could almost envision the pale skinned, golden haired girl as a tall elegant queen standing guard in the corridor of her treasury... 
*(This obviously is not how it happened, but bear with it for Clay's sake)
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Queen Oasis' dusty, sand-colored hair was waist-length and was kept out of her eyes by a glimmering, golden headpiece. She stood on her toes, alert and ready for any threat that would dare come near her treasure. The vast, golden expanse filled multiple rooms behind the closed doors and was the envy of all of Pyhrria. A shuffling sound echoed throughout the empty corridor and Oasis' dark eyes flickered towards the source of the noise. Out of the shadows came the enormous talon of an amber and brown dragon. Its sloping brown head caught the light and it growled menacingly towards the Oasieni Queen. A small gasp escaped her lips and she huddled tightly against the wall behind her, quivering in fear. 
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"Sunny, remember. You're the Oasieni Queen. You're not supposed to be afraid," Tsunami stage whispered from her position against the wall. 
"Oh, uh. Of course. I wasn't afraid I was just um, guarding my treasure. Obviously," Sunny stuttered. 
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"You don't scare me, dragon" the Queen spat. She drew a dagger out of her golden threaded cloak and dragged her venomous thumb across the blade, lacing it with poison. She looked at the dragon again and quickly observed that it was merely half the size that she had first thought it had been. This should be easy. She twirled her blade between her fingers again. After all, the Oasieni crafted the sharpest blades of any Pyhrrian tribe. They could cut through anything, including dragon hide. She swiftly lunged for its throat, prepared to quench the source of its fiery breath before it could cause any harm. Its massive head swung round and followed her path, fully prepared to block the Queen's attack. It intercepted Oasis' blow before she could inflict damage and flung her across the cavernous hallway. The Queen's last thought before she was blasted to cinders was merely: 
IMPOSSIBLE! Dragons are supposed to be weakling lizards, not- 
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Sunny giggled as Clay pretended to pounce on her and then gently knock her to the ground. 
"Sunnnny, you're dead remmmeeemberrrr?" Tsunami whisper-shouted again. 
Sunny immediately flopped backwards onto the ground and lay limp, her tongue lolling dramatically out of her mouth. Clay scooped up a few dirty pebbles which represented the "treasure" and then ducked behind a stalactite. 
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Blaze was not happy. Very not happy. Finding her mother, dead, on the way to the bathhouse, was not pleasant. To make matters worse, Blister and Burn seemed to be enjoying the fact very much. Well, perhaps not so much when they discovered that nearly all of the treasure was missing. Burn immediately rounded up a search party to go after this dragon which apparently had stolen their treasure. All the while, freakishly skinny Blister watched her sisters from behind trailing, oily brown hair. 
Poor creature, thought Blaze, It would kill me to be so bony. 
However all she said out loud was: 
"So who is the Queen then?" 
Both of her sisters stared. 
"It's obviously me. I'm bigger, faster, and stronger than both of you undergrown mites," Burn growled, staring down her nose at both of them. 
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