Crimson’s Backstory (ToP TUM)

== Introduction ==
Crimson is a character featured in Talons of Peace—The Unlit Moon and in the sequel to this fanfiction. This is her backstory page, created by the authors of ToP TUM. Please do not edit anything of this backstory-fanfiction or on any of her pages, unless you are an author of ToP TUM. To learn about Crimson, click here.
== WARNING ==
This page contains spoilers of The Unlit Moon for those who have not read it. The authors strongly advise you to read the fanfiction before continuing.
== Year One: ==
Even before she hatched, the little dragonet knew her family would love her. She knew her family had been awaiting her hatching all year. She could hear the excited whispers they shared, though she could barely hear what they were saying. She felt the warmth of her mother, cuddling her close, and she could sense another dragonet on the other side of her shell, awaiting to hatch as well.
And then the day came, where her shell became brittle and fragile, and she poked a hole into her world. “I can’t wait to see her, here she comes!” One whispered excitedly, a gentle female voice. “Come quickly,” said a gentle, yet tough male voice.
Light and stone walls and a gently campfire and mossy bedding flooded the newly-hatched dragonet’s gaze, dizzying her eyes with the marvelous yet large scenery. She blinked a couple of times, drinking in the new air of her new life. 
“Look at those scales!” The female voice exclaimed quietly. “She looks like an ember, burning into a crimson color.”
”And you can see the bronze patches along her shoulders, like MudWings have,” said the male. 
The dragonet felt gentle talons pulling her closer. The dragonet looked up, revealing eyes the color of amber and forest green. “Hello, Crimson.” Said the female, looking over her. 
Hello, Crimson thought, though she didn’t know what to say. 
Another dragonet scurried out of his egg. He was a pale yellow color, with deep red underscales. He had the same flecks of bronze that Crimson did along his tail.
”You have a brother, Crimson,” the female voice said. 
“Oh, stop talking to her like that, she already knows she does.” Said the male dragon, probably Crimson’s father, in a knowing way.
“I laid her egg, Boulder. I can be a mother, you know?”
Boulder made a tsking sound. “Come on, we have to name her brother something.” 
And that was the start. All three of them, in that little den. Crimson had rested her talons on her brother, Terrain’s, chest, and he grabbed them happily. The four of them got along very well, and Crimson and Terrain would play wrestle, with Crimson always able to pin Terrain down and win. There was the exception, though, where she would let her brother win, and got praise from her parents for that.
”Alright, ready to practice flying?” Said Boulder one day, when they were halfway through the year. 
“Noooo,” Said Terrain, crawling back into their den. Crimson towered over the balcony’s edge and peered at the bottom of the mountain. She lifted her wings and let them catch the wind, flying back and forth above her head. “Come on, Terrain!” Crimson yelled over the wind. “Dad taught us how to spread our wings and stuff already!”
”That’s the spirit!” Said her father. “Come on, your sister will help you and so will I.” 
Terrain stalked back onto the balcony and peered over the edge with Crimson. “Alright, so all you want to do is glide across, like a cow!”
”Cows don’t fly, dad!” Crimson said, teasingly. She knew dad did stuff like this.
”Oops, my bad!” Shouted Boulder over a gust of wind. After while of teaching them the proper techniques, he counted from three to two to one. Crimson leapt forward, feeling wind sail over her wings, feeling leaves rush past her, feeling freer than ever before.
”Alright, time to come down, you two!” Said Boulder. He reached out to catch his two dragonets. Reaching for Terrain, he guided them both down onto the balcony. “It was amazing!” Gasped Crimson, she rushed back inside and fell asleep, tired from her first day of flying. All she knew was that she was happy, and that she had a family who loved her.
== Year Two: ==
Crimson awoke to her second year confused, anxious, and scared. 
Her father wasn’t in the best mood. He was stomping around the den, knocking over every bowl or vase that was on a table. He scattered around leaves and rocks in their house, making it a mess.
”Are you okay?” Terrain asked Boulder, sneaking up to him. 
“Get to work,” their father snapped, laying down on the white carpets that were placed in front of a wooden table.
”Doing what?” Crimson asked. “You made the mess, and mother says when we make a mess, we have to pick it up ourselves. Right da—“ 
“Clean. The. Den. You. Two.” Their father hissed, towering over them. Terrain, fearful, began to pick up the vases and bowls and clay pots their father had knocked over, while Crimson dusted up all the rocks and fixed the moss bedding.
”Done.” Crimson said. Suddenly, another dragon flew through the door. She had a teardrop like pattern running down the sides of her underbelly, with the teardrop pattern being red and her underbelly yellow. “Mom!” Crimson said. She went to hug her mother, except—
“I’m sorry, my daughter, but I just—“ Her mother sat down. “Your grandparents have died,” 
Crimson was speechless. She had only visited her grandparents a few times, but dead? She began to burst into tears, along with Terrain.
”I don’t see what the big fuss is about.” Boulder commented with a snort. 
“Boulder, our dragonets are sad.” Sparrow, Crimson’s mother, said. “Let them grieve.”
”No Sparrow. They need to be tough, a death shouldn’t hit them that hard.” Said father again in a threatening way. Sparrow looked up, clutching the ground with her claws, angry. She stood up. “Do you have any idea what this means? Clay and Peril’s grandchildren are dead, meaning they should be sad too, and they haven’t even met our children.”
”That’s good, because what happens when they die?” Father snapped, flicking his tail in Crimson and Terrain’s direction. 
“They won’t die! Boulder, you’re not making any sense!”
The two dragonets backed away as Boulder shouted. “YOU DON’T MAKE SENSE, SPARROW! WHY DID I MARRY YOU?” He slashed at Sparrow with his claws, but she avoided him narrowly. “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” Sparrow screamed, running into a different room/section of the den. Worthless! Thought Boulder, when he noticed his dragonets watching. “GET OUT! GET OUT, OUT!” Their father yelled, hissing a plume of fire at them. Yelling, Crimson ran away, ran for her life. She shouted for Terrain to follow, but a helpless cry of pain came from her brother. Crimson turned around.
There, on the floor, she saw Terrain, yelling as his wingspan began to form blood. Their father stood over him, shaking his claws, and shoved Terrain over to Crimson. 
Crimson…had never seen blood. The start of something horrible. Unsure of what to do, Crimson touched her brother’s wingspan, only for him to scream more. Crimson felt tears drop from her eyes, and the only thing she could think to do was grab his arm and pull him to a separate area from her father. 
Crimson stayed with terrain in a little nook of the house for the rest of the night. That was the most horrific thing she had ever seen, and she hadn’t seen violence ever. But now that she had, she was scared.
No, Sparrow. Our dragonets need to be tough, a death shouldn’t hit them that hard. Crimson heard those words from her father echo through her mind all night. Okay, father, I will be tough. A death won’t hit me hard at all.
== Year Three: ==
Crimson hid her depression well. She barely ever cried, especially not when her parents were around. She was tough, as strong as diamonds. She made herself look as though she could wipe them all out, as though a knife couldn’t Pearce through her scales, as though they would lose no matter how hard they thought. 
And that scared Terrain, Crimson could see, because he had went completely quiet. She wanted to believe it was just their father that had made Terrain shut up, but…she always worried she did too.
Crimson would stalk around the den, avoiding her father. One day, however…
”CRIMSON!” Yelled Boulder. Crimson was startled. She was hiding in a barrel, one of the only places that was safe from her father. She wondered where Terrain was, and she lashed her tail at the thought of what Boulder would do to him. Suddenly, the barrel tipped over, and Crimson stumbled out underneath her father. Boulder grabbed Crimson by the neck. Even though Crimson was relatively bigger than the average dragonet, Boulder was still able to fit her jaw in his claws.
Boulder gripped Crimson’s neck, blood seeping from where his talons were jabbing her. Tears leaked from Crimson’s eyes. She didn’t know what to do in these situations. It felt too hard to fight him. 
“WHY WERE YOU HIDING, YOU WORTHLESS PILE OF SCALES? I NEEDED YOU TO COME HERE!” He yelled in her ear. He tossed her harshly against the floor. “Clean the dishes!“ He roared.
Crimson sucked her tears back in and began to do as he asked. After a few sad moments, Terrain was thrown on the ground beside her. He was screaming crying. “Terrain!“ Crimson gasped. She grabbed her brother’s claws and looked him up and down. He had a cut under his right eye, from being thrown so harshly. Crimson pulled him into a comforting hug. 
”CRIMSON! START CLEANING!” Father shouted again. Crimson looked him in the eyes. “No!” She said. 
“Why you little…” Boulder mumbled, before ripping Crimson away from Terrain. He lifted a claw and slashed Crimson across her snout, Crimson started crying as well. But nobody messed with her brother.
She jumped forward and bit her father on the wrist. He yelled and dropped her. Crimson grabbed Terrain and attempted to run away with him, but soon she was backed into a corner with Terrain. Boulder grabbed Crimson and slashed her across the shoulder, twisting her wrist. She fell to the ground, and Terrain guided her to a barrel, where they hid the rest of the day.
WIP (Jeeze wow)
== Shortly After These Incidents: ==
(Talons of Peace--The Unlit Moon)
-Crimson developed PTSD (Post Traumatic Something Disorder) along with Terrain
-Crimson and Terrain moved to Jade Mountain
-Crimson has more panic attacks
-Boulder (their father) is mentioned a lot by Crimson and found in Book 2
-Crimson started going to therapy to sort out her problems 
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