Peril's Destiny

[Note: This might crash with the canon books. If it does you can point it out but note that I won't rewrite the story yet.]
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A glowing dragonet stared down in confusion as blood oozed from a small dragonet's neck before being tossed like a scrap of bones into a river. She gave a chirp, looking up at a deep crimson SkyWing, her mother, who's soft orange eyes looked down in shame. The dragonet looked up at her and noticed odd water flowing down her eyes.
Her mother turned and looked at four other dragonets.
"It's done," she snarled, pushing back her back talons, lashing her tail and spreading her wings around the bright orange dragonet. The duller orange SkyWing wore a prouder smile and walked close.
"Thrilling Kestrel, though you must understand, all dragonets of SkyWings with too much fire, must be killed." The SkyWing, who wore beautiful stones around her neck, clasped her hands together as the dragonet's mother snarled. "But you told me if I killed Ember, you'd let me and Glow go home safe! I- I'm your loyalist guard Scarlet!"
"I can changed my mind, I'm the queen, I can do that. OPSERY! COSMOS!" she screamed out, making the small dragonet flinch back. Her mother never rose her voice that loud. It was always quiet. She duck her talons before hearing wings flap in the air and something grab her, though with a shaky grip, shuffling tightly but keeping a loose grip.
The dragonet shuffled up and looked up at her mother, who's eyes seemed to have more water in them. She turned behind them, seeing three other dragons, shades of red flashing up, their wings beating sending more loud sounds. She rubbed closer to her mother, sending sharp crackling noises. An unpleasant scream was heard and she felt a looser grip. The dragonet kept wiggling in terror and the grip fully loosened after many crackling and burning noises.
She screamed out, finding her mother get smaller and smaller as she fell, her eyes watering and sending a loud wail. "MAAAAAA!"
The SkyWing landed on her chest, by the river, small blood drippling down from her neck. Left defenseless and tired.
She stared up as the orange SkyWing with the gemstones walked forward to her, her talons seeming louder, and louder with each step. She curled her wings close and stared up, blinking. The larger dragon looked down at her with her sharp yellow eyes, the opposite of the dragonet's blue eyes.
"You," a talon was flung in front of her, though not too close, a chuckle was heard. "You are a true monster, my little monster."
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She was a peril, the Peril, the monster, resting asleep in a cage of black stone. Her eyes half closed as she tired to sleep, though the constant rattling of the cage kept her up, followed by small hisses of other dragons. Peril blinked open, feeling herself fly up in the skies with the cold breeze landing on her scales.
The dragonet stared out of the cage's holes at the sides for air and saw three sparkling pearls, floating up in the night skies. Peril chirped out at them, wishing to hold them too. "Look at the pearls!" she squeaked out loud, staring at the skies. One of the Sky Dragons flew closer to the cage, looking old and tired, but wearing a smile. "Those are the moons of Pyrrhia," his voice was loud as Peril had learned before, though not as loud as other dragons.
"Can you say the word Pyrrhia yet?" he asked. Before the dragonet was able to answer, the carrier gave a snort. "'Round a year she is Osprey. By the time I was even one, her majesty caught wind of my need to fight." The dragonet didn't pay attend to the other dragon, focusing instead on the wrinkling face of the SkyWing known as Osprey.
"Ia.. Dyrrhia!" she squeaked. "The moons of Dyrrhia are prutty!" The carrier gave a little snort again, though Osprey kept close to the cage's holes. "That's right little Peril. That's right."
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