Shattered Serpents

== Prologue ==
Someone was lying on the cold surface, as they awoke from their sleep.
He was lying on the cold surface.
His talons seemed to be tensed, unlike his body which was completely numb and paralyzed; And his wings felt as if an Icewing shot a frostbreath that pierced through his wings and along his spine. Wait, how did he know about Icewings, when he had no memories of everything? And nothing?...
Everything seemed to be hazy. He could see a figure, but not quite clearly. It was massive, huge, and horrifying (Or, the word that describes the dragon from your nightmares but 10 times horrifying).
A numb feeling triggered his nerves. He knew this feeling; A feeling he had known ever since... Ever since from the start of his memories, which had nothing about his past; Like a dead end.
“There, there...” The massive figure said from far away; Or, from very close. Its voice sounded like serpents crawling and digging claws under his scales, slowly tormenting him.
“This one seems a bit... Unusual. Don’t you think they might find out?”A sour female voice asked. “We need to make it blend in with the others, not make it stick out like a bleeding wing.”
      “Haven’t you heard the recent report?” The massive figure snapped, sounding equally bitter. “The east wing of the group full of (something about mixed things?..) obsessed fools; And that camp is full of fools more unusual than this one.” The figure growled.
He could now see much cleared now, and he desperately wished he couldn’t. The huge figure was paralyzingly terrifying. He could see it was emitting a paralyzing aura. He could now see a trail of steam and smoke rising from the figure, which made him want to run away even more
But, he couldn’t. He wanted to scream and run away, but he couldn’t even blink. 
“Stand up.” The figure commanded. He first thought that it would be no use, but his body, or, not his body, followed the command instinctively.
It was... So weird. His eyes, seeing talons that were not his talons, and his body standing up, against his will.
The figure seemed to do a weird change of expression which may have meant a smile. 
“He’s perfect.” The figure said, lifting his snout to study his face. 
“You call... That thing... A perfect creature?” The sour female voice said with visible scorn. “That thing is... The mildest word I can think of is disgusting.”
“Perhaps you should try making a dragon the way you want.” The figure growled. “You’re nothing without my skills and you know it.”
The female voice hissed, clearly outraged.
“Go.” The figure ordered. It didn’t say where to go, but again, his body instinctively moved, which felt like small centipedes crawling beneath his scales and moving him by slowly dragging and crawling inside his head. He dragged himself to a hall and to a room full of... Dragons?... But everyone looked nothing like the 10 tribes he knew (but, still had no memory of meeting). 
The hushed conversations died down as he entered, and countless eyes: golden yellow, brilliant green, dull blue, odd shade of grey, a mix of purple and blood red, placid dark brown, greyish coral pink, and black, as dark as the deepest abyss.
Some were hostile, some excited, some prickling with apprehension and worry, and some looking sympathetic; But all had the same curious expression beneath the cascade of emotions.
“Who is he?” a small voice asked and was shushed by an older dragonet. “Don’t worry.” 
He turned his head and saw a dragonet, a bit older than him, with scales the color of spider webs after a light rain. She looked nice and peaceful, out of place in comparison to the thick, claustrophobic walls caving in on him. However, she has an extra pair of legs, looking as if it was attached and not a part of her body, and an extra horn growing through her forehead.
“You’re with us now...” The dragonet said, her black and eerie green eyes flashing hypnotically, but in a good way that made him want to lie down and feel calm. Then, he felt the world spinning around him, and his vision went a bit unstable, and the world turned black, and shadows and smoke and warmth began to fill his lungs.
== CHAPTER 1 ==
      The rain sizzled against the sand making a sound like frying camels using unreasonably expensive oil in the fire, sounding like flames in the desert, making the perfectly hydrated cacti dry and crispy and inedible; And making the branches of a dead tree snap into flames and turn to ash and dust into a matter of seconds.
      Well, flames, however, didn’t spray droplets of them every time you tried to get close to them.
      Flames also weren’t rare elements in the desert, the very place he was standing right this minute.
      It was a rare rainy season in the desert, only visiting the desperately dehydrated and impoverished Sandwings only a few times every seven years or so. Sandwings who weren’t able to afford a place near the oasis, even if it was a city crawling with deadly centipedes, scorpions skulking you in every ally corner, and thirsty creatures who weren’t even half a dragon who can lie and lie until their lie became the new truth.
      That was what Scar called the criminals on the run, assassins, thieves, brain-dead minions of the new Sandwing Queen and Vulture, and liars, who covered the truth like him, living in the Scorpion den that was like a bomb ready to explode and release thousands of monsters from the nightmare and make everyone more miserable.
      The even worse thing is that he didn’t feel sorry when he lied.
      He wasn’t skinny, and couldn’t escape easily; He wasn’t strong, and couldn’t win one-to-one combat; He also didn’t have a sharp wit, and couldn’t outsmart the dragons who can outsmart the outsmarted.
      The one thing he can do well was surviving.
      He didn’t care about pride, or dignity, or loyalty.
      He knew since he was two, that all those things that other dragons thought were so important were just obstacles to survival.
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