The ScavengeWing Amulet

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This fanfiction takes place about 1,000 years after the events of arc 3.
== Chapter 1 ==
“Six thousand years ago, not too long before the scorching, a dragon by the name of Tingletalon created a beautiful amulet. It shone brighter than dragon fire, inlaid with jewels and precious gems. However, its beauty nor the jewels were why it was so valuable.
“You see, Tingletalon was an animus. She was interested in Humans and how they behaved, as they were so very different from dragons in nearly every way. Sadly, she could never get up close to one.
“Now, dragons and humans had a very different relationship before the scorching. Humans would often attempt — and succeed — to steal treasure from the dragons. So when a dragon approached a city… let’s just say that humans were quick to assume their intention.
“Tingletalon, however, thought of a way to view humans up close — to become one of them. She devised a spell to create an amulet that, when worn by dragons, turned them into humans. Interestingly enough, she also enchanted the amulet to work both ways — humans could become dragons.
“Both human and dragon scholars alike have considered the existence of this object, dubbed the ScavengeWing Amulet. There is no proof that it is real, besides for a few pages of a journal that belonged to Tingletalon herself.
“This journal was a groundbreaking discovery. When found, it was in perfect condition, which suggests that Tingletalon enchanted it to survive through weather and wear. It contained quite a few interesting topics, such as the existence of other planets, scavengers with animus magic, and, most interestingly, the Archive.
“These topics suggest that Tingletalon was a true genius. We can assume several things about her — she was a NightWing, and was born under three moons, according to some of her entries.
“Her theory of the Great Weave further proves her brilliance…”
Leafseer tuned out his teacher Quicksand’s lecture on animi and leaned over to his friend Smartsnout. “Three moons,” he said, “I know we're supposed to be interested in this stuff, but we’ve heard this lecture five times by now.”
“I know,” Smartsnout replied, “You’ve told me four times by now. Every time since the first you’ve complained about how we’ve already heard about Tingletalon.”
“Well, it’s true. We have. No need to ramble on for a whole 5 days about her.”
“Well, we also spend 5 days on every other historic topic and you don’t complain.”
”I… cannot deny that.” Leafseer yielded.
They both turned their heads back to the lecture when Quicksand cleared her throat. “Leafseer, would you please explain to the class the importance of the Great Weave Theory?”
“Sure!” He chirped, as if he hadn’t just been whispering to his best friend. He unfurled his leaf-shaped wings and glided down to the elevated speaking platform. He turned to face the class and began to speak in a much livelier voice than Quicksand.
”The Great Weave Theory is the fundamental belief of the existence of other magics,” Leafseer began, “it was accepted as nothing more than a hypothesis until the day when animus magic began to return.” Leafseer paused, frowning. He felt a pulsating behind his eyes, but ignored it. “This provided the proof necessary to call it a theory in the first place.”
”The theory suggests that there is a… uh… wait… I need to get… outside.”
Quicksand immediately understood. She lumbered to the front of the room, grabbed a concealed handle, and slid aside the escape door.
Leafseer rushed outside, taking in huge gulps of air while scanning the scenery. After a few moments, his eyes locked onto something: a heart shaped leaf.
The pulsating in his head intensified as the vision flooded his mind.
Mountains. An ornate casket.
And a pulsating stone heart.
He watched as a human placed the heart on the casket and spoke unheard words. The heart began to pulsate faster and faster, eventually becoming a solid red color, slowly brightening.
As the glow brightened, a sphere grew around the heart, enveloping the human, then the casket, then Leafseer himself.
The vision cut to him running through the crowd, desperately telling them all something, before the sphere enveloped them.
As Leafseer slowly came back to reality, he noticed that the rest of his class was now gathered around him.
Sorry, the story is unfinished, so it cuts off here. Don’t worry though, I’m working on it every day!
Category:Fanfictions (Incomplete)
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