The War of Tribes

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===== Prologue: =====
Astatine held her egg close to herself. Even hidden, she feared that the strange winged dragons would find her. It was likely that they’d target her, seeing as she was the queen of the grottowings. She looked at her purple and blue spikes, the mark of a royal. There was a thud and a distant scream. The egg formed a crack, Astatine desperately tried to remain hidden. She felt a wave of heat slap her, there was a bright light. Her cover was blown now, she was clearly visible to a the dark-scaled winged dragons. “Please! Let Curium live! Take me instead!” She pleaded. The dark-scaled winged dragon grinned at her, “You will be the last to die.” Astatine offered her egg to the dragon and she snatched it from her. “He will learn his place.” The dragon hissed, she snapped her talons and another winged dragon launched at Astatine.
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Curium silently trekked through the underground tunnels, home to his own tribe. He caught sight of a glimmer of movement and followed it. He caught sight of a wingless dragonet with yellow spikes. She cowered against a wall of the cave. “P-please, don’t kill me.” She said, her eyes filling with tears. Curium sighed, feeling oddly guilty. “Run, get to safety… Before I change my mind.” He growled. The dragonet whimpered before darting off. Curium continued his patrol, wondering why he of all grottowings was chosen to serve in the tunnels under to rule of Queen Darkheart. He paused, hearing a rustling coming from a nearby tunnel. He peered down the tunnel. Suddenly, there was a blur of brown and something rammed into him.
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Curium hissed as a larger and stronger grottowing struggled to pin him down as he flailed and attempted to fight the dragon. The dragon was wearing thick armor, she grabbed onto Curium’s wrists and slammed him into a wall. Curium called out as his head slammed against the rock. “Are you done fighting?” The female grottowing hissed. Curium attempted to bite her bit couldn’t reach her from his position. “Listen, I’m not here to hurt you or kill you… If I was you’d either be begging for death or already dead.” Curium relaxed a bit, “Unhand me, you feral beast.” He spat. The female grottowing shook her head. “Your spikes… they are a mark of great power, the mark of a royal grottowing. The Nightwings are feeding you lies.” Curium froze, silently processing this information.
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”Who are you to decide that? I’m a nobody, I’ve got nothing left. Just spare me the time of hearing you idiocy and kill me.” Curium spat. The female sighed, “As I told you, I am not here to hurt or kill you. If you’d listen, I’ll tell you the truth. I know you’ve suffered much, even if you think I’m insane… Please just humor me.” She said. Curium struggled to get free once more, “It’s not as if I’ve got much of a choice… Just get this over with already. I’ve got a job to do.” The female nodded, “Good, I will tell you…. I’m Radium by the way.” Curium was silent. What is it with this damned tribe and their names being the names of radio-active elements? “You know, I heard that.” Radium said. Curium spoke, “I suspected as much, just keep out of my head. You filthy dragon.”
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