Bloodshot and Blurry

FINALLY. I've been looking for an oportunite to start this fanfic FOREVER! Anyway, this is about the uprising of the Eye of the Morrow and the dragons involved. Thank you, Mauta99 for letting me use Atomsplitter as a backround characters.
== Characters ==
Protagonists:
Light Spirit
Dark Shadow
Nazo
Sonic (Shade wing1)
Secondary Protagonists
Moria Starmoon
Anvil
Silver Star
Lani
Gilly
CometSpark
Antagonists
Morrowseer
Blister
Whirlpool
Queen Scarlet
Firework (minor)
Ghostlover (to a degree)
The Eye of the Morrow
== Prolouge ==
It was a dark and stormy night in the lab, where a group of Nightwings and Sandwings were busily taking notes and rushing around. At the head, Ghostlover franticly checked the progress they had made. He thrummed him talons against the clipboard nervously.
Morrowseer had wanted the project done tonight, and if Ghostlover didn't show him complete results, he was going to suffer for it. "Hurry up! Morrowseer wants it to be done tonight!" he yelled.
"How do you expect us to create a super soldier in one night?" hissed one scientist, who was clearly on the verge of frustration. Ghostlover didn't reply. It was unfair that the scientists had so little time to complete Project Ultimate.
Other scientists, who worked with things like Scienceborns had longer than this, and they were only altering a dragon! Not creating a new one completely! But Morrowseer had made it clear that they would finish it tonight or suffer.
What would CometSpark do? he thought. Probably tell me to stop complaining and get to it. He felt a pang of guilt for not telling her about his status in the Eye of the Morrow, but it was secret after all. Besides, she never was interested in his work.
Ghostlover had asked the E.O.M leaders if he could try and recruit his sister as a soldier, but had been refused. The reason was clear: no loyal soldier would betray their country, not even for their brother. Especially not in Ghostlover's case.
His thoughts were interupted by a Sandwing tapping him on the shoulder. "Sir, we are ready to have another go." she informed him. He nodded, their was plenty of time to ponder over his sister later.
Right now, Pyrria's future hung in the balance.
In the center of the room was a large tube, filled with a strange orange-brown liquid. About ten clear tubes were attached to the metal top. These tubes stretched across the room, connecting glass cylanders that scientists were buisily checking giving them frantic looks.
Ghostlover held up his talon for silence. "Dragons of the E.O.M," he began. "We have walked a long road to get here, worked our talons off and stressed our brains. At many times we wonder 'is it worth it? Will we even suceed? What if this all goes to waste?' but now you never have to ask yourself those questions again, because today is our day. Today, fate will make a move. Today, we shall triumph!"
Cheers came from the scientists, relived that the project of a lifetime was going to be finished. "All hail the Eye of the Morrow!" Ghostlover cried. "After today, Pyrria will never be the same." Each cylander began to glow. Dragons were typing commands into screens around the tube, begining the process. The light from the cylanders traveled through the tubes and into the main one.
It began to form as the light, now a bit gooey was coming together. It kept piling together, getting bigger and bigger, until it was the right shape of a dragon egg...
The scientists checked the life stability and air in the tube. The most difficult part of the project was here. Beeping from pressing buttons echoed around the room. It was not helping Ghostlover's nerve's. He reached out and grasped a lever.
This is it. This is what we've been waiting for. This is our lives purpose. We cannot fail. We must not. We will not. I won't allow failure. We WILL SUCEED! 
Here we go.
Ghostlover pushed the lever. The tube began to heat up rapidly and the room seemed to spin. "Hold your position!" he cried to the sputtering scientists. "We cannot fail!" We might the pessimistic part of his brain said. No! Don't think about that! Concentrate! 
He shoved the lever as far as it would go. Everything was hot. The white light was getting brighter. The ground shook. Dragons ran around, panicking.
Then everything went still.
Darkness was wrapped around him, still and calm. Am I dead? he wondered. If I open my eyes will I be a ghost? That was ironic, considering his facination with them. That was why he didn't open his eyes for a while. He didn't want to know.
I have to he decided. And if i'm dead, then so be it. If the project suceeded it will have been worth it. But when he opened them, there was the same lab and the confused dragons looking frazzled by the process. In the center, the tube had been smashed. But among it's rubble, he spotted something. It was red and black, smooth as glass.
A dragon egg.
Ghostlover stood, not quite believing it. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Still there. The other scientists had started to notice it to. There was no denying it.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he began. "We have just suceeded in making the ultimate super soldier".
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Two years later...
Sciencedreamer was on the edge of frustration with himself. Well, himself and the other dragons too. It had been two years since the E.O.M had made their super soldier and the rest of Pyrria was running out of time. After many failed attemps, this was their seventh, eight one? He'd lost track.
The other failed attemps had been too weak to live. Exept for one. The one they had just done. It had been a white dragonet with a silver mane and Rainwing like features. Sciencedreamer thought she was perfect, but when Queen Thorn saw her, she scoffed, "We need a fighter, not some thin, white weakling".
Still, the dragonet had been kept and he had named her Light Spirit. He told the queens that he would raise her like a normal dragon. "If she can't fight," he told them "There are other jobs besides a soldier. Every position counts".
He wondered if Light Spirit would grow up to be like her name stated. Pure and kind. But right now, he had to concentrate on this task. Sciencedreamer started walking into the operation room, when the floor started to vibrate. He stiffened. The pulse felt like it was electric, and that was never a good sign.
"Get away!" he yelled to all the dragons in the room. "There's some sort of deadly electric pulse in there!" This sent dragons panicking and running as far away from the entrance as possible. A huge flash of light filled the operation room and threw Sciencedreamer back.
Darkness wrapped it's arms around him, as he began to loose conscience. No, no, stay awake! he urged himself. You can't die now! Not when you're so close! Re-remember your family. Your friends. Light Spirit. I... can't fail... them...
"Hey! Wake up!" someone yelled at him. Sciencedreamer jumped up with a yelp, glad that he wasn't dead, but less so about the bruises on his wings where he had fallen on.
WIP
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