- Eye of the Storm -

WARNING - GORE AND DEATH. READ FORWARD IF YOU WANT. I WILL BE ADDING A WARNING BEFORE SUCH CHAPTERS AND WILL ADD A SUMMARY SO THAT IF YOU SKIP THE CHAPTER, SO YOU AREN'T ACTUALLY MISSING OUT.
== Tribes and Alliances ==
=== MudWings ===
Description - Thick, armored brown scales, sometimes with amber and gold underscales; large, flat heads with nostrils on top of the snout
Abilities - Can breath fire (if warm enough), hold their breath for up to an hour, blend into large mud puddles; usually very strong
Queen - Queen Heron
Alliances - Currently allied with the SeaWings
=== SandWings ===
Description - Pale gold or white scales the colour of desert sand; poisonous barbed tail; forked black tongues
Abilities - Can survive a long time without water, poison enemies with the tip of their tails like scorpions, bury themselves for camouflage in the desert sand, breathe fire
Queen - Queen Cleopatra
Alliances - Currently allied with the RainWings
=== SkyWings ===
Description - Red-gold or orange scales; enormous wings
Abilities - Powerful fighters and fliers, can breathe fire
Queen - Queen Crimson
Alliances - No current alliances (although dragons suspect them to be allied with the NightWings and IceWings)
=== SeaWings ===
Description - Blue or green or aquamarine scales; webs between their claws; gills on their necks; glow-in-the-dark stripes on their tails/snouts/underbellies
Abilities - Can breathe underwater, see in the dark, create huge waves with one powerful tails; excellent swimmers
Queen - Queen Azurite
Alliances - Currently allied with the MudWings
=== RainWings ===
Description - Scales constantly shift colours, usually bright like birds of paradise; prehensile tails
Abilities - Can camouflage their scales to blend into their surroundings, use their prehensile tails for climbing; shoot a deadly venom from their fangs
Queen - Queen Chrysanthemum
Alliances - Currently allied with the SandWings
=== IceWings ===
Description - Silvery scales like the moon or pale blue like ice; ridged claws to grip the ice; forked blue tongues; tails narrow to a whip-thin end
Abilities - Can withstand subzero temperatures and bright light; exhale a deadly freezing breath
Queen - Queen Borealis
Alliances - Currently allied with the NightWings
=== NightWings ===
Description - Purplish-black scales and scattered silver scales on the underside of their wings, like a night sky full of stars; forked black tongues
Abilities - Can breathe fire, disappear into dark shadows, read minds, foretell the future
Queen - Queen Venus
Alliances - Currently allied with the IceWings
==Prologue==
This story takes place 5,000 years after the events of the Darkness of Dragons. For the sake of the story, the Lost Continent doesn't exist, or hasn't been found. The only tribes used in this story will be Pyrrhian. 
Topaz shot through the trees, her wings beating faster than ever before, a large egg clutched in her red talons. The SandWing soldiers were gaining on her, any moment now, they'd take her hostage and stab their venomous tail barbs into her egg.
It was that thought alone that kept her going. She hissed as she narrowly missed colliding with a monkey that had appeared out of now where. Turning around briefly, she saw to her relief, that the soldiers were still several paces behind her. Topaz noticed a small cave nearby, and decided to take a detour there to distract the SandWings.
She took a sharp right aiming for tree hollow and, at the last minute, shot upward, somehow managing to not crash into it. The sound of SandWings grunting and cursing slowly faded away as she flew over to the cave that she'd seen earlier.
Topaz landed inside and hurried to the extreme back where she placed the abnormally large egg down and sat down near it.
Scorpion pincers and lizard tails, she cursed internally as she fidgeted with her claws nervously, I shouldn't have left it so close to the desert. Stupid SandWings, acting all overly suspicious and trying to kill a dragonet that hasn't even hatched.
The egg rolled over, catching her attention. Small cracks were making their way across it, and the outline of a dragonet was slightly visible through the exterior. Slowly, the egg started to fall apart, exposing not one, but two SkyWing dragonets.
"What in the moons?" murmured Topaz, frowning. 
One of the dragonets was pale yellow. She had orange spots on her snout and talons, and lavender coloured eyes. She blinked, and unfurled her tiny cream coloured wings, before turning her head and looking at the other dragonet.
The other one's scales were red, with hints of dark orange. His horns were long and black. His brilliant purple eyes seemed to be staring directly into Topaz's soul. Thick wisps of smoke rose from the dragonet's scales and he seemed to be radiating heat.
Could it be? There hasn't been such a case in literal centuries. One dragonet with barely any fire, the other with more fire than normal and the ability to burn anything it touches. Three moons, my dragonet has firescales. Should I kill him? He's going to get more dangerous the older he gets, perhaps I should just get rid of him now... Or I could raise him and then give him to Queen Crimson, to use in the war. I'd get some decent amount of gold for this service. He'd be used as a weapon, and he'd be able to help the SkyWings win the war too, considering that he'll be nearly invulnerable.
She stared down at her two dragonets, wondering what she planned to do with them. At least one was normal, well, semi-normal. Her non-fire dragon was fine, she'd make sure to care for her and keep her safe. The other one didn't really matter. He'd be able to kill anyone who hurt him, so it didn't really matter what she did.
"I suppose I've got to name you both," Topaz sighed. "Lark and Storm it is"
Storm raised his head to look at his mother. He couldn't understand yet how perfectly dangerous and valuable he could be. He didn't know how many dragons would hate him just for hatching, and he most certainly didn't know that he was soon going to be one of the most feared dragons in Pyrrhia.
== Chapter 1 ==
Storm dragged his talons towards his house, a dead pigeon in his mouth. He passed by the meadow and stopped at his front door. Storm then picked up a stone and threw it at the door and waited for a few minutes. 
It creaked open an a yellow snout poked out. 
"Oh," Lark said, opening the door wider with a glare, "It's you". 
Storm chose not to reply instead grunting and going directly to his room, upstairs. It was considerably small, with no bed, few scrolls and a single painting of his family. It had cost a lot of scales to make sure that everything in the room was fireproof and safe from Storm's dangerous talons. His mother had refused to give him a bed, stating that it would be a waste of scales to give him something that would turn to ash the moment he touched it. 
Topaz had also thought of it as a punishment for him, for hatching and sucking out his sister's fire. Every time he'd ask her why she hadn't just thrown him off the mountain like the old SkyWing traditions, she throw glass at him and tell him to shut his ugly snout. 
His sister on the other talon, took pride in teasing him relentlessly about his inability to touch anything, or to burn everything he touched. It had gotten to the point where he'd threatened to scorch her eyeballs if she didn't shut up. Unfortunately, his mother had heard and things hadn't gone well. 
Storm growled and paced the length of his room, taking out a scroll from the rack titled The Dragonet Prophecy. It was one of his favourite scrolls. The scroll told of 5 dragonets who'd hatched on the brightest night, destined to stop a legendary war between the tribes. It followed their adventures and how they'd managed to finally end the war and bring peace to the 7 tribes. 
Well, thought Storm grumpily, Something like that would CERTAINLY be helpful right now. 
The tribes happened to be at war, because the MudWings stole something from the IceWings, and then blamed the SandWings, who, in turn, accused the MudWings of being allied with the SeaWings because of recent attacks and yada yada yada, nonsensical stuff. All that mattered was that all 7 tribes were now at war with each other, and you couldn't trust any dragon, except ones from your own tribe. 
Storm always wondered why dragons couldn't just stay put in their own kingdoms and mind their own businesses. It was far better than rampaging off to other kingdoms and starting unnecessary battles. 
Well, I guess its just a dragon thing, he'd always tell himself. 
He fidgeted with the corner of the scroll, eyes scanning over the words that he had read over and over again. Yet, the scroll never bored him once. His favourite dragon was Glory the RainWing. She didn't really blend in with the rest of the dragonets because unlike them, her egg had been stolen from the rainforest, and she wasn't a part of the prophecy. But they always treated her like family, and no one ever mentioned the fact that she was not in the prophecy. 
There were times when Storm would just sit down in the meadow near his house and watch the night sky. He often pondered on why his family never accepted him. His firescales always seemed to be the first thing that came to mind, but even without them, Storm had a feeling that his mother would never, truly love him. 
I don't need them, he hissed to himself in those brief moments that he actually felt something else rather than the constant anger and resentment inside. I'm perfectly fine on my own. I can survive easily without them. 
Another important question. Why didn't his mother and sister let him march out of the house? They clearly disapproved of nearly everything he did, yet, they never allowed him to leave the house. Even though Storm was positive that it would make them happier, his mother and sister would just glare at him and order him to go back to his room. 
It could have had something to do with a conversation he'd overhead Topaz telling Lark a long time ago. 
Storm was walking through the deserted living room of his house, past his mother's room when he overheard voices. Whispering. 
He pressed his snout to the door, keen to know what was going on. 
"Are you sure?" asked Lark's worried voice. "Will it be good for him? Will Crimson accept him and not just kill him off the moment she lays her eyes on his smoking scale?" 
"Who gives two frog tongues about what's good for him" his mother had answered. "I don't care if she tries to kill him. She won't, I've met Crimson before. The only thing on her mind is how to win this war. That little rascal will prove to be the secret weapon that the SkyWings could use in the war. He could burn everything in his path, destroy any dragon that stood in our way to glory. And when she does realize how useful he is, Crimson will reward us with hefty amounts of gold. We might even be allowed to live in the palace, if Storm manages to threaten her into doing so. Or perhaps he could kill her and make us the new SkyWing rulers. Me as queen, and you as princess, with that rat protecting us from every angle." 
He didn't know what Lark said to his Topaz, because Storm had frozen in fear and shock. Was his only purpose of living to be killing machine and a tool for greatness? 
That night he'd tried to escape. Tried to fly away when he thought his mother and sister were asleep. But of course, it hadn't worked out and Topaz had locked him in his room and hadn't given him any food for a week. 
Yes, it probably had something to do with that. Storm glared at a beetle on the wall, scaring it into flying away. He absolutely hated his life. There hadn't been one good thing that had over happened to him, and he had a feeling that as long as Topaz was alive, there never would be. 
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