Journals from a Charlatan

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|-|Entries from Childhood=
The Day of Family History
My mother is a SeaWing, I think. It's hard to tell. Her scales are a pleasant jade green, with darker spots and dots scattered across them. She polishes them often, but years of rough living and hard work have made them a little faded. She has gills and webbed talons, which are very SeaWing, and her eyes are crinkled at the edges from age and smiling. It's her eyes that confuse me, and her horns and spines. They're dark, but I can't exactly tell what colour they are. They should be a blue or a green, since she's a SeaWing, right? They all look sort of like a deep, soulful brown. 
My father is a SkyWing-NightWing. His scales are a dark reddish colour, and his horns and spines and eyes are also dark brown. He's small, as SkyWings go, but his temper rivals the worst of them. I have nothing much else to say on him.
My older brother is a tall dragon. He's like a giant compared to the rest of my family, except for that one cousin from the Sea Kingdom that I've met like, twice. WHERE did you get all that height from, bro??? Also WHY are you so buff I want some muscle too why are you hogging all of the intimidation factors. Anyways, my brother has even features and a habit of mumbling when he talks. He is a nice cobalt blue in colour. Basically, he's a solid dragon, both physically and metaphorically. He's got dark horns and eyes like the rest of us 
My younger sister is a cool dragon and I shall eat you if you disagree. She has rosy scales around her face, with some of them near her right ear being speckled with dark brown dots. The rest of her scales are a pale white-gold. She has a compact build, which SOME DRAGONS complain about, but she still looks elegant. She could be triangle-shaped and she'd look great, I'll eat you if you say otherwise ):<<. Her horns and eyes are a deep brown. She paints her claws a pretty cyan colour sometimes, and she also wants to dye her sail to match, but our mom loses it whenever it's mentioned. 
The Day I Almost Died
Heeey journal have I ever told you my brother almost KILLED ME once?? When we were younger? 
He had some container full of fruit mush and thought it smelled good, so he brought it up to me, and tried to tip it so I could smell it better. Except then it spilled all over my face, and I, being a dumb little hatchling, just snorted it up my nose. And then I couldn't breathe, and my mother freaked out and brought us to a healer, and then I was fine, so I lived! But she says that's why I act pretty dumb still, coz my brain got messed up from fruit mush getting stuck in there.
She also says this is why she's afraid of preparing lobster for dinner. She was cooking it when I almost died.
The Day I Almost Died (Again!)
Wowow journal lookit this! I almost died again! So
Heeey journal have I ever told you my brother actually SAVED ME once?? When we were younger? 
Not sure if you know this journal, but even though I have SeaWing blood through my ma, I never got any gills. I am a gill-less, grace-less, athletic prowess-less MESS. And no lie, it wasn't any better when I was younger.
My family was just having a relaxing day in the summer, swimming in this pretty pool of water, right? It was a decent size, and in this little grassy clearing surrounded by tall trees. I was given a piece of driftwood to cling to so I didn't die, dumb little fetus dragonet playing in the water.
Then I lost my grip on the driftwood. My head went underwater.
Drowning is so deadly because it works so quietly, you see? My parents were still in the pool with me, but they didn't notice what had happened. Only my brother did.
So! He might've almost killed me when I was a hatchling, but he did good later. He's a solid dragon. 
The Day My Grandmother Returned to the Sea
My grandmother flew back to the sea. She missed her village. She lived with us for years....for most of my childhood. Her soul always longed for her homeland, even though it had treated her poorly. She grew up in an era of strife. She missed the salty spray of ocean water, and clean sand that you can sink your talons deep into, and bright sunlight shining warmly against scales, and the taste of a saltwater fish recently caught. 
None of that can be found here in the forests between the SkyWing Kingdom and the MudWing Kingdom. We have boggy woodlands and rocky hills, cold winters where snowfall blankets everything and your breath freezes in front of your face. It was no place for her to call home. 
The Day I Started School
I am young and I am stupid, which means that I cannot stay home by myself. This means I have to go to school. 
It's not school like what I've gone to before! It's SCHOOL-school!
My brother says that when I'm older, I will hate it.
The Day We Flew Away
NO
NO
NO
WHY ARE WE MOVING 
MOTHER WHY 
NO MA SERIOUSLY WHAT IS THIS COULD WE NOT COULD WE REALLY NOT
The Day of Unasked Questions
Wait. How come my mother is a SeaWing-LeafWing, and my father is a SkyWing-NightWing, but my brother is a SkyWing-SeaWing-NightWing, but I'm a RainWing-SeaWing-NightWing, but my sister is a SandWing-SeaWing-NightWing....??? Dang genetics are confusing.
|-|Entries from Adolescence=
The Day of Forgotten Memories
My torso hurts and my heart aches. My soul is twisting apart and I feel my spirit racing. It is straining to break free. It is straining to break free. 
I try so hard not to think about this. I try so hard to forget, I try so hard to not remember. I try so hard. but I fail.
The Day I Started School
well fresh heck in a bowl my brother was right >:c i am unamused. 
The Day Old Stories Were Told
|-|Strange Dragons I've Met=
</big></big>Grumpy SkyWing</big></big>
It's been a wild journey and I never know what to expect anymore. Somehow, I've ended up in the home of a cranky old SkyWing who complains about everything. His house is still in the mountains, but it's close enough to the SandWing kingdom that when I go outside, I can see the hazy blur of the desert off in the distance. I think he was living alone here before I flew into his roof. This place is way too small to fit more than two dragons at a time, although it's not as cramped as it could be since he's usually away working in the fields.
His neck and eyes are kinda odd. He's also missing his wings and some of his scales. Hey, wait, this would be a good place to draw in a picture. I doubt he'll ever be able to read what my writing says if he ever finds this. Unless he knows what glowy SeaWing scales look like, he'll probably only see squiggly shapes and think they're strange drawings. But he should definitely be able to recognize a portrait of him. Know what, I'll put a list of random information on him, too, in writing he'll be able to read. I'll make the bottom of this page into a whole gallery on him. Yeah, that should be good enough.
Imagine if he does find this. He'll be flipping through my past entries (while thinking they're just weird designs and doodles) and all the other drawings I did of the dragons I've met, and then he'll get to this page and he'll be staring at his own irritated face and my notes on his bizarre obsession with ex-queen Scarlet, and his real face would get super irritated.
I'm not even sure what this dragon's name is. I think it's Ibex? When I asked him he muttered something incomprehensible, like "I bit" or "I sniff" or "I lick." It's probably not any of those. I've met lots of horrid parents while travelling, but you've got to be a special kind of horrid to name your dragonet "I sniff." Or maybe his name actually is "I sniff." Maybe that's why he's always in a bad mood. Or maybe it's because of his missing wings. I think if any dragon were to lose their wings, they would be upset; SkyWings most of all. Or I guess he could be angry because he was banished.
I think the only reason he's letting me stay for now is because he thinks that I'm like him, a SkyWing banished by Queen Ruby for not pledging loyalty to her. That's so not the truth, but I'll take rest where I can find it, even in the tiny homes of crabby dragons. He hasn't let on much else about his past besides that part, and I'm not one to pry. Not with dragons as temperamental as him.
Sea-Witch
It was on the thirteenth day of the seventh month that we found the old Sea-Witch. She was living in an isolated cove hidden from the untrained eye, and from what we could tell, she had been living in this way for quite some time.
We had heard that she was the only one who still remembered an era past when dragons were few, and scavengers even fewer. We had heard that she was the only one who might have the knowledge we so heavily sought.
We asked her for this knowledge; for what she knew about a dragon from the past, who belonged in the past and should perhaps stay there.
Azhdaha.
Here is what the old Sea-Witch proclaimed, on the thirteenth day of the seventh month, in an isolated cove tucked away from the rest of the world. I shudder to think of what she has said, but I have tried to record the words she spoke as faithfully as I could.
Let this serve as a warning for future generations. May they not be as foolish as we were.
Bundle of Nerves and Neurons
Journal, I cannot understand word that comes out of this IceWing's mouth. He yammers on and on, fiddling with his talons and waving his arms around all the while. I. THINK he's trying to talk about climate change? No clue. He sounds like a teacher, and I don't like school too much. At least he's given me food. 
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