The First Dragon

== The original dragon. ==
No one had to know where the other dragons came from. No one had to know he existed. Everything was fine without dragons knowing he existed or created the dragons. Origin was a very ironic name. He had no parents, brothers, sisters or any family. He was the only one who knew where dragons came from.
It had been two weeks after the Scorching. Two of the three moons were full, illuminating the sky, with a blinding white aura. Origin had found his way into the tribe he himself had created. He was in the Skywing tribe. Himself being a Powerwing, he could transform into any type of dragon. One second, he was a Powerwing, the next he was a Skywing. Being an animus helped too, yet, no one knew of his existence, not until 5,000 years later. A small Nightwing, one his finest creations saw him shapeshift, and followed him out of the rainforest where she lived. “How did you do that?” The little Nightwing asked. “Origin turned around in shock. “You aren’t meant to see that little dragon.” Origin replied, lifting his talons, and preparing to wipe her memory of him clean. “I’m sorry. Who are you? What are you?” The little dragon said, as he turned back into a Nightwing. “Do you promise not to tell anyone?” Origin asked. He knew of course. His mindreading saw what she was going to say, before she even said it. “I have no family, so I only have you to tell.” Origin turned around in shock. No one had ever done something like that before. She was supposed to say, I promise. “I like you. Anyway, if you really want to know, I am a Powerwing, and my name is Origin.” The little dragon stared. “Cool name. What is a Powerwing?” The black dragon asked curiously. Origin saw in the future, that if he told her, great things would happen. “A Powerwing is the most powerful type of dragon. There has only been one. Me. I am the first dragon to ever live. I have scales that can change colour, plus venom that if I spit from my mouth, it can melt thing-” He was interrupted. “Like a Rainwing?” Origin eyed her. “Look. I created the Rainwings as my friends. I gave them their powers. They all came from me. I made every tribe. That’s why I have frostbreath, a barb tail, super powerful wings, can breathe fire, has a super strong tail, can breathe underwater, can light up some of my scales, read minds, see the future and have sharp talons like ice. I also have four wings, and a nerve toxin that can paralyse people, plus I’m and animus. That’s a Powerwing for you.” The little Nightwing stared in awe. “Why four wings. On Pyrrhia dragons only have two wings, unless there is another continent.” The dragon answered herself. “What is your name little dragon?” Origin asked. He already knew, but didn’t want to scare the dragon, or intimidate them. “I don’t have a name, or family. You can call me what you want.” A tear fell of the snout of the dragon. “What happened to your parents?” Origin asked staring at what seemed to be a fourth moon. “Killed, murdered. Whatever you call it. I had just hatched, and my parents were asked to give me up, reason being I was born under a blood moon. If you didn’t know- of course you know!” The dragon shouted at herself. “Dragons born under full blood moons are to be killed. My mom Darkcatcher and my dad Toughclaws said no and ran away. Then I hatched, and someone called Deathbringer found and killed my parents, but my parents hid me well. He didn’t find me, so here I am. A nameless dragonet who found a god.” Origin smiled. No one had ever called him a god before. He hadn’t even thought about himself that way either. “Do you want a name and a family?” The dragonet stared at him. “I’d love that.” Origin thought for a second, then responded. “How about the name, Power? And I’ve always wanted a dragonet of my own. Is that ok with you?” The black dragonet grinned broadly. “I love that name. Power. Power! It’s so cool! And if my dad is a god. Yeah, I’d love for you to be my dad.” Power said. “I have two questions. How old are you?” Origin eyed her yet again. “I am two point seven million years old. Why?” Power flopped over in shock. “You saw the scorching, right? How did it start?” Origin paused. “A scavenger called Cottenmouth stole some dragon eggs. I killed around twenty thousand scavengers in total as different dragons, and I was also there when Darkstalker killed his father, and when he was put to sleep, also, I saw Clearight go to Pantala, or the lost continent and start two tribes. In the lost continent, I was known as Butterfly and Bee. Your last question?” Origin asked. Power scrunched up her face thinking, then after a long pause, she finally spoke. “You made the tribes, but who made you?” Origin too scrunched up his face. "I think I evolved from a dolphin. Maybe that’s why queen Coral wants them protected.” Power was suddenly thrown to the ground. “AURGH! STUPID VISION!” Origin raised an eyebrow. “I have visions of how I die. Today my vision said I will die by a Sandwing.” Origin smiled. “Powerwings are invincible. If I make you one, your visions will stop.” Power’s jaw dropped. “Can you make me an animus too?” Origin smiled. “I enchant Power the Nightwing to turn into a Powerwing right now, and make her an animus in fifteen years.” Power’s smile vanished. “Why fifteen years?” Origin grinned. “Because, my dragonet, I have things to teach you.
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