The Tempest

= The Tempest =
By SharkieTheCapricorn
Cover Art (WIP) by Ailurophobia
A storm is rising. In her wake, dragons will discover something never known before. Protect the storm. Don't let the tempest out of your sight.
Hey all! This is my first WoF fanfiction. Just so you know, italic text like this is text that occurs in the past or are thoughts being thought in the narrator's mind. Regular text like this is in the present/is occurring as the dragons speak. Enjoy and have fun reading!
Notice: This fanfiction contains blood, violence, and some gore. It contains trauma and other disturbing mental and physical problems. Read only if you can handle these things.
Mistakes or context that doesn't make sense? Tell me in the comments and I'll fix it as soon as possible! Please tell me what chapter/what paragraph. I appreciate it!
=== PROLOGUE ===
The NightWing stared into the moon above, counting the dips and craters she can see from the continent of Pyrrhia. She'd once thought of flying to the moon before. Dragons did have wings, after all. However, that was a long time ago. When she was little. Now, she understood, even wings had their limits.
A SeaWing was flapping his wings, flying down toward her. He sat next to her and lashed his green tail impatiently. "Well? What is it you wanted to tell me?"
His name was Tidal. He was the King of the SeaWings and husband to the strong SeaWing Queen, Seashell.
The NightWing, Gloomsight, took a deep breath. "I still wish I could tell Seashell herself."
"That's Queen Seashell to you, NightWing moon-head," growled Tidal.
"Apologies, your majesty. I shall tell you." Gloomsight looked to the ground, then back at the big, aggressive SeaWing. "I have dreamed a prophecy. I've had visions."
"Tell me the prophecy."
Gloomsight paused. Was it right to tell the SeaWings? Was she wrong? She'd seen the SeaWing kingdom, splashed by a raging storm, in almost all of her visions. She knew this tribe would be affected by this prophecy the most.
"Well?"
Gloomsight gave in. Closing her eyes, she allowed her body to be taken over by her Sight. She could almost see her eyes turning bright white and her scales casting an eerie glow. "A storm is rising. In her wake, dragons will discover something never known before. Protect the storm. Don't let the tempest out of your sight."
"One, that's the most squid-brained prophecy I've ever heard! And it's short! Too short. Two, a storm is rising? Huh. I'll have to evacuate the kingdom, then. It's not like our kingdom is formidable and goes through storm after storm without any damage!" snapped Tidal.
"SeaWings have the blessing of a calm underwater environment during a storm. That is true. But this storm is different. This is a tempest."
"Fancy words do not scare SeaWings!" Tidal hissed.
Gloomsight shook her head. She wished she could see the future, but it was so blurry. How could she get the SeaWing King, his wife, and the whole tribe to understand her prophecy? Plus, she was curious. How would the prophecy end?
Suddenly Gloomsight's head flew up in the air, making her neck crack uncomfortably. A spasm flew through her, making everything painful.
A sight. A dragonet.
A blood-stained dragonet.
A dragonet, saving the life of another dragon, in some way Gloomsight did not know.
A dragonet, neck slit, laying on the floor of a magnificent palace floor.
A dragonet, living through so much and bringing a storm in her wake. But, was it a bad storm? What if it was a good storm? A needed storm?
Was the dragonet the storm?
Gloomsight's head whipped back down. Everything ached. She looked to her right, staring into Tidal's confused and angered gaze. "The tempest," she whispered hoarsely. "It's not a storm. It's a dragonet."
=== CHAPTER 1 ===
Tempest knew what she was.
A strange dragon who could tell objects what to do. She could enchant things.
Some dragons thought animus dragons were dangerous. That they needed to be controlled. SkyWings thought animus dragons should be killed after birth.
Some dragons thought being an animus dragon was a dream come true.
Tempest was one of those dragons. She thought it was pretty nice being an animus dragon. So many things to do, so many things to create. All she had to do was say the magic words; which, they could be literally anything She! 'Rock, loop the world and come back to me.' Yes, that rock had taken a while even going at a very fast pace, but it followed her command. 
She had enchanted many pre-made objects over her nearly two years of life, but she especially loved to create things.
Once, she created an imaginary friend, a blue fox who simply went by Fox. She was great, and she could also breathe underwater, so she could stay with Tempest wherever she went. Despite this fact, Tempest wasn't selfish. When she made Fox, she made sure to give her emotions, freedom, and more. Fox went where she pleased.
What filled Tempest's heart with joy was that Fox seemed to like being with her the most, anyway. Fox would advise her when she needed help. Only Tempest could see and hear her. So, whenever Tempest needed a friend, she had one. Fox didn't seem fake, despite being artificially created. She was sympathetic and helped Tempest get through whatever was ahead.
Yes, Tempest had heard stories and warnings of Albatross, her great-great-great grandfather, or something like that. Dragons had told her in the past that if she knew she was an animus dragon, she should tell the Queen or someone trusted immediately.
But Tempest didn't want that.
Telling someone meant being controlled. It meant giving up her wonderful powers. It meant being feared. What if her mother decided she was too dangerous and killed her? What if she held a live execution for her where dragons laughed and shared popcorn snacks as they watched her die? She couldn't risk that happening.
Tempest was standing over a sandbar, staring into the waves of the ocean. Fox had gone out to check on the kingdom, per Tempest's request. Tempest could hear the fox swimming through the water, in a unique form Tempest had designed for her not long ago. When she was underwater, Fox had gills and webbed paws along with a shark-like tail that she used to propel through the water. It wasn't perfect, but it made Tempest's friend look cool and get through the water faster, so it worked.
Fox jumped out of the water, switching back to her land form, which was that of a normal fox. You know, if foxes were blue. She sat next to Tempest. "Queen Seashell is frantic. She's missing you."
"Can't she calm down and let me be for just a minute?" groaned Tempest.
"Tempest," Fox said. "Maybe you should return to the kingdom."
"I am in the kingdom. I'm just on the shore, that's all. What, do you think everything is owned by those cloud-licking SkyWings?" replied Tempest. She dipped her head. "Sorry, Fox. It's not your fault. I just wish I could be alone."
"Then- I'm sorry. It's my fault in that case. I'm always with you." Fox looked ashamed.
Tempest wanted to groan again. She wished Fox would understand. Tempest wanted to be away from annoying dragons, not kind foxes. "No, Fox, I want you here. It's the SeaWings I need to be far from. They think I'm weird."
"Not everyone is an animus, Tempest."
"No one knows I'm an animus, Fox." Tempest stared at the sandbar below her. She dug her talons deep into the sand. "They just think I'm a weird dragon. That I don't belong."
Fox frowned. She put her tail on Tempest's foot. "It'll be okay, Tempest. It'll all be okay."
"You'd think the daughter of Queen Seashell would be more respected, you know?" Tempest replied, angry. She didn't care if she was royal. All she wanted was to be was normal and to fit in.
Well, almost. She wouldn't trade her animus powers for the world. Without them, she wouldn't have Fox to talk to. Plus, her animus powers kept her safe and happy.
"I'm sorry." Fox yipped.
"Fox, that personality I gave you never kicked in, did it? It's not your fault and you don't need to have my back all the time. You could literally run off and never come back. You're your own dragon- well, fox. Why do you stay?" Tempest asked.
"Because I think you're a very special dragon, animus or not." Fox said. "I like being your friend."
"Awh, thanks, Fox," Tempest would never admit it, but she was so overjoyed at that moment. Tempest was actually a pretty tough dragon, but when she had feelings to release, she was kind of mushy. And she would groan. A lot.
After a few moments of silence, Fox spoke. "Do you feel ready to head back?"
Tempest nodded. "Alright."
***
The swim to the SeaWing kingdom was short. Tempest spotted two guards ahead, standing stiffly at the Deep Palace's entrance.
Tempest lifted her wings. She was unlike other royal dragons in one sense; her wings didn't have the famous markings of a SeaWing born to royalty. However, the guards would recognize her.
And they did. The two dragons moved aside and allowed Tempest to swim through.
Tempest appreciated the guards. They never mentioned her odd wings.
"Hey, wait," one guard called after Tempest.
Tempest stopped in her tracks and gave the guard a confused look. "I need to see the Queen. I hear she is frantic and very worried," she said, hoping that would get the guard to shut up and let her move on.
"Erm, of course, Tempest, you may see your mother. In fact, she wanted to tell you something. Your Talons of Power trial is coming up within days. On your birthday." The guard said.
"Talons of Power trial?"
"It's a trial formed by the SeaWing tribe to see whether you're an animus dragon," the other guard chimed in.
Tempest froze. How could this be happening? Her deepest secret could be revealed in a matter of days. "I don't need to do it," she said quickly. "I know I don't have any magical powers."
The first guard shrugged. "Queen's orders. We do it with every two-year-old dragonet. Doesn't matter, it won't be too eventful, especially if you and the other few dragonets aren't animuses."
The second guard stared at Tempest curiously. "You've never done strange things before? Like, have you ever yelled at someone to shut their mouth and they did?"
Tempest felt her snout curl in amusement and she let out a quick snort of laughter. "I could tell you those words and you'd have to obey. I'm your princess and future queen."
The guard nodded stiffly.
Tempest carried on. She needed to talk her mother out of this stupid Fangs of Might trial. Her mind was racing on the way to her mother's grand room in the palace. Maybe I'll just pretend I can't do anything, she thought. But I'm not sure how this trial is set up. What if they have a NightWing who can read minds or something?
Then, Tempest got an idea. With her powers, she could do anything she wanted. Literally anything.
She looked around until she saw a scroll sitting to the side. Of course, it was the weird waterproof texture Seashell had incorporated into all SeaWing scrolls. It was pretty useful, but it felt strange to the touch.
Without stopping to read the scroll, Tempest thought up an enchantment. She opened the scroll and said, "Enchant this scroll to show me how the Talons of Power trials work."
The scroll gave out an eerie glow and began to play a show of some kind. Some dragonets were gathered around Queen Seashell by the shore. She handed each of the dragonets a coconut. Each dragonet spoke the words, "Enchant this coconut to fly at Queen Seashell."
When one coconut actually obeyed the order, Seashell named that dragonet an animus.
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