Come Together

Here’s a collection of short stories featuring one OC from each letter of the alphabet, with G, Q, U, X, and Y missing because I don’t have an OC that starts with that letter. Some are happy, some sad, some light-hearted, some dark. 20 characters, 20 stories to tell. Please enjoy.
==Characters==
Aegean, an adorable fluffy gay singer
Begonia, a sweet old dragoness with a soft spot for young ones
Conspiracy, a dragonet with a dark past and a bright future
Doodle, a dragon that loves to draw and doesn’t take insults 
Entity, a sweet mute dragon with much underneath
Frosty Glass, a quiet writer
Helios, an angry gang co-leader
Iono, a soldier who can finally be genuinely loyal
Jasmyn, a dragonet that's simply trying 
Killifish, an unlikely hero
Lacuna, a dragoness who lost everything 
Monsoon, a traveller with a sharp tongue and a kind heart 
Nerium, a dragoness who isn’t exactly as she seems
Orchid, a bit of a mess
Plague, tba
Rooi, a dangerous assassin
Sierra, someone who cares only about surviving, but found something that makes her want to thrive
Tiramisu, a dragon filled with both passionate hate and passionate love
Venice, a dragoness who instills terror in others
Wyvern, a fierce lover and fighter with only two limbs
Zinnia, a girl in love
==Musical==
Aegean
The final words of the song had barely left his lips when the stadium burst into cheers and applause, filling the air with a deafening din, his fans screaming his name. AE-GEAN! AE-GEAN! The chants went on, and he looked out at his supporters, old and new alike, as they gazed up at him in wonder, their eyes wide, some wet with tears of excitement and joy. He loved the feeling of making an audience happy, but it was never the applause he lived for. It was simply the rush of being onstage and singing the songs he so loved to sing. Sometimes his boyfriend played along with him, but tonight he was alone, and that was alright with him.
The lights shone in his colours, blue and green and gold, illuminating him against the darkness of the stadium. He waved to the cheering crowd, which only made them cheer louder. He stepped up to the mike and cleared his throat, waiting until the place was silent.
Then he leaned into it and said, “Welcome everyone!” There were a few whistles and cheers, but they fell silent as he opened his snout, prepared to hang on to his every word. “I’m glad you’re all here today, in this place, listening to me sing, and to the bands at the beginning, both the regular band, Silver Shrieks, and the Alpine Peaks tribute band, Slopes of Rhythm. I personally love Alpine Peaks, largely because they make me think of my wonderful boyfriend, who, though not here tonight, is likely snuggled up in a blanket with some hot cocoa watching this right now on TV.”
He paused, looking right up at the cameras, then said lovingly, “To my darling Alpine, you make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Though you may be a wing of ice, your heart is anything but cold. In fact, it burns like a log in a fireplace, warm and bright, just like my everlasting love for you. You are my everything, dear, and I love you so, so much.” He blew a kiss to the dragon he adored, and the stadium erupted into a mass of cheers, yells, and applause, as the audience took in his beautiful sentiment.
He smiled at the camera, then at the crowd, his eyes shining bright, glazed with happy tears. “I love all of you.”
==Cookies==
Begonia
lol
==Artist==
Conspiracy
The walls of the room were covered in paint. At least, it seemed that way. In fact, the walls were covered with paintings of all colours, shapes and sizes. Big rectangular paintings hung right next to small, circular ones. Neon, multicoloured paintings sat right next to dark, monochrome ones. There weren't just paintings, either. There were other things, too. Sculpted clay pots and other such things sat around on stools around the place. The whole place was a mess, save for the middle.
In the middle, an odd-coloured dragonet sat, holding a paintbrush and looking over a large canvas. The table next to him held many different colours of paint, many different paintbrushes, and a jar filled with water. There were also several pieces of both neatly stacked and balled up paper, as well as a small basket of yellow pencils. Droplets of water were scattered on the floor from an unfortunate spill.
The dragonet dipped his paintbrush in the orange-red paint, intending to paint his therapist as a present for her birthday.
==Scribbles==
Doodle
A spiral-bound book lay on the rainforest floor. The cover wasn’t designed by a company, but instead by the dragonet sitting next to it, looking up to the sky for inspiration for her next drawing, her orange wings opened against a tree, bright orange against the brown of the trunk. The design on the front was a mandala drawn with her favourite pen. It wasn’t her favourite drawing ever, but it looked nice on the front of her sketchbook.
She sat quietly, listening and looking for inspiration from the world around her, when suddenly she saw the familiar dark purple scales and heard the annoyingly familiar voice of a dragonet she quite disliked as she stepped into the clearing. She rolled her eyes as the NightWing, Nightflier, looked down a shriveled snout at her with an annoyed look in her eyes.
“I was hoping that at least one time, you’d be doing something more active, because you’re so certain RainWings aren’t lazy, but again you’ve proved my point,” she snickered. “You’re a dumb, stupid, useless, lazy, good-for-nothing RainWing. Also, I have a lot more adjectives I can use to describe your idiotic tribe.”
Doodle just looked up at her and said, “There’s a lot of adjectives I could use to describe you, and they aren’t very nice ones.” She tilted her head and began to list, “Show-off, obnoxious, uncaring, unlikeable, rude, irritating... need I go on?”
Nightflier snarled angrily and replied, “One day you won’t get the last word, you stupid hybrid. I can promise you that.”
Doodle just smirked to herself as the NightWing left, slinking away into the bushes with an angry grunt. Then she turned back to her sketchbook, opened it up, and began to draw. She was very inspired now, and had the perfect idea.
She drew a beautifully detailed drawing of Nightflier. The dragoness had come over to bother her so much, she knew exactly what she looked like. Once she was finished the drawing, she decided to use some of her artistic license to ‘spice it up’ a bit. She chuckled as she changed her NightWing horns to devil horns and added a few other funny, but not all that accurate, details.
==Peace==
Entity
It was a sunny afternoon, the bright sunlight streaming through the leaves of the trees, leaving pretty patterns of yellowish light all across the sand. The water of the ocean was usually still, almost no ripples at all. Perfect for just a little meditation.
The small orange dragon sat against a log some members of their cabin had set up for that very purpose. Their eyes were closed, and it almost looked like they were humming. Maybe they were, on the inside, but there was no sound. The thin dragon made no sound of their own, and the beach was almost silent, with the occasional faint sound of chirping from closer to the middle of the island, and sometimes a swoosh of wind.
They opened their eyes suddenly, scanning the water. It was still calm. They shook their head. They could have sworn they’d heard the loud crash of a wave on the beach. Yet the water was, as always, nearly flat, only the occasional ripple. Maybe it was the lack of sound playing tricks on their brain.
Suddenly they heard laughs and chatting as three demikami walked out onto the sand. They were pretty far away, but the near-absolute silence made every little sound seem magnified. The three dragonets didn’t even notice Entity, which they found comforting. Now it was too loud to meditate, so they listened in to the conversation. They didn’t really want to, but it seemed like the rest of the world was silent, and their words were the only sounds Entity could hear.
They were talking about their mortal parents, trading stories of their lives before escaping to the safety of Camp Gin Chi. They were trading happy stories, not stories of monsters and horrid dreams, or a lonely, angry parent. They were sure they’d had the first two experiences, but they all had them in common. Plus, why would they sadden themselves by talking about sad things, when happy things made them laugh and smile, and tightened their friendship?
Entity sighed internally, thinking, fully blocking out their words and cheery laughter. Their lack of a voice made befriending dragons extra hard. It was hard to get to know someone if you couldn’t ask them questions or respond to theirs. They suddenly felt a tickle on their wrist, and pulled it up to see a tiny crab climbing up. They smiled. Although they couldn’t speak to animals like their mother, they had an almost spiritual connection. Animals like tigers or poisonous creatures could still be dangerous to them but certain animals, like this little crab, acted differently. Instead of pinching them or poking them to make them go away, the littler animals seemed drawn to Entity. They were their true friends, creatures they could interact with without a single word. Filled with happiness and peace.
==Written==
Frosty Glass
Four of the most popular words to start a story were scrawled across the the top of a blank scroll, underlined by a fancy line. Once Upon a Time. This scroll lay open, held down by two paperweights shaped like snow-dragons, atop a small study desk in the back corner of a small house.
Sitting at this desk was a small dragonet, tapping her claws on the table as she tried to come up with a good opener for her newest short story. Her desk was covered in the best writing materials. Several quills, both a pot of ink and a thing to refill it, a pile of blank scrolls were on one side. The practical side. The other held photos, assorted objects, and a notebook. The inspirational side.
“Glass, dear, would you please stop tapping on your desk?” asked a sharp but kind voice from across the room. “I have a small headache.”
“Sorry, Clarity!” she responded, snapping awake. She’d slipped into a daydream and hadn’t realized she’d been doing it. She focused back on her scroll. Opening her notebook, she flipped to the most recently filled-out page, where she found the list of random words she'd written down in hope that they'd spark inspiration. Luckily, they did, and she started to write, her quill floating across the paper as she wrote in a swirling, fancy script that was somehow still readable. She had ideas in her brain now, and she was furiously writing it down before the inspiration left. She had written nearly half the scroll before she began to slow down, her inspiration running out.
She finally set down the quill and went to get breakfast. She grabbed a salmon from the fridge and prepared it, then salted it. She loved salted salmon. She went and sat across from her Aunt Clarity, who was reading the weekly newsscroll. Clarity put down the scroll and they began to have one of their morning chats while Glass ate.
When she finished, Clarity said, “If you’d like some tea, I put the kettle on.”
Frosty Glass did want some tea, and so she poured herself some chamomile, then sat down in her armchair. She loved living with Aunt Clarity, allowed to do what she wanted and write constantly, instead of fight herself up through the rankings and become a soldier or work for the queen. This was the life she wanted.
==Fight==
Helios
Helios lunged at the makeshift dragon, tearing it apart with a loud cry of rage. He ripped and pulled until he stepped back and admired it with satisfaction, ripped materials strewn along the floor. Then he sighed. Now for the annoying part: cleaning. It was fun tearing things apart, but cleaning up his messes? Boring. When Surya made him cover up and hide a dragon he killed, he hated it. Why not just leave them there? Show he wasn’t to be messed with. They all weren’t.
Still, he always did as she asked, and he always cleaned, like he was doing now. He may have been the official leader, but he was a bit too angry and impulsive for that. Her words, not his. It was amazing what power Surya had over others. If anyone else told him that, he’d rip them apart like he’d ripped apart that fake dragon. Yet when Surya said it, he agreed, and he didn’t dare argue.
He may be the brawn, but she’s the brains. She’s the true leader of the gang, hiding behind the scenes so she’s underestimated. He trusts her, and he protects her. He knows she’s not afraid to get her claws dirty, but he loves to.
Killing, looting, interrogating. He loved it. He loved it all. He loved watching the looks on a dragon’s snout when they realized it was over. He loved the look of pure fear in their eyes. He loved their cries of pain. Much like his sister, he loved to watch others suffer. They deserved it for what they’d done to his tribe. Made them outcasts, and made the world forget they even existed. It was so satisfying to watch them realize that their tormentors were real, a seventh tribe. Oh, how he loved to describe exactly who they were, exactly what they would do to a dragon they had in their clutches.
He realized he’d frozen while he was thinking, and he began to move again, picking up the trash. He tossed it out, then walked out into the main room of their home. Surya was sitting on the couch, a scroll in her talons. Corona was at the back of the room, playing with his snail.
His sister glanced up at him and smirked. "Got pretty heated in there with mister fake-dragon, huh?" When he didn't reply, she got up and lightly punched his shoulder. "Just kidding. Nice job training, bro." She smiled genuinely this time, and he felt proud. Despite the fact that they were triplets, it always felt like Surya was the older sister. 
Smiling back, he responded, "Thanks sis. Gotta train to take down the world, right?"
She nodded, and they both grinned.
==Loyalty==
Iono
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