Glitched Reality

This is a Wings of Fire fanfiction collab written by sanjay, Silk, and jay. Please do not steal anything. Ask to use ideas, and do not edit unless you are a moderator.
Warning: This page may contain mild profanity, descriptions of gore, torture and death and contains heavy themes of kidnapping, mutations, needles and experiamentation. Consider yourself warned and proceed with caution.
Enjoy the show.
== The Prologue. ==
=== - by Silk ===
“Sir, we have a problem.”
Grandmaster stared at the WhiteWing, bored. “Do we ever not have a problem?” he commented, rolling his eyes. “What, did you run out of coffee? Leave me, please.”
The WhiteWing turned around. “Of course, sir. I will take my leave.” She walked toward the exit in a calm manner. If he doesn't want to listen to the dire situation, he doesn't have to. Ha! What do you say to that, Boss Man? she thought.
“Excuse me?” The WhiteWing whipped around. Aw, crud, what now?
Grandmaster stood up. “If the situation was really so dire, why didn't you just say that?” He walked down a step, the silver teardrop scale beside his eye gleaming. “Oh, don't tell me you forgot that your leader has mind reading. I wouldn't be able to lead well if I couldn't hear the schemes all of my subjects are cooking up.”
“Sir, please, you insulted me.”
Grandmaster started back towards his throne. It was made of gray metal, infused with opals, pearls, and diamonds. The three outer circle sections. He sat back upon the throne, and gazed outside a conveniently placed window. “I simply stated a fact. You seem to be rebellious, and do you know what we do with rebellious subjects?” A different Whitewing with a fancy tiara on walked out from behind the throne. “We… neutralize them.”
The other WhiteWing looked at Grandmaster. “Sir, the situation, since she won't elaborate. They say it's glitching. The new ones… you know.” Grandmaster nodded.
“Can you please deal with this subject?” The crowned dragon nodded, walked toward the WhiteWing, and hit her on the head. 
“Let your memories be free.”
== The First Chapter. ==
=== - by jay ===
The process was agonizingly slow. And, agonizing, period.
Corbeaux stretched his talons, a difficult task with all the wires attached to him that rendered him practically immobile. He couldn't quite remember how long he'd been lying there, stiff and covered in wires. Somewhere to his left was an array of needles, all stuck under his scales in a prickly way. He couldn't remember much, though, much of anything; and that was why Corbeaux was lying there, stiff and still, in the place they called Hospice. 
One of the bright white dragons turned to Corbeaux, making the little black dragon narrow his eyes against the whiteness assaulting his eyes from all sides. It was very bright in Hospice, which Corbeaux thought to be a tactical error. What about dragons wuth eye injuries? How would the glowing white walls, the bright white lights, the reflective white dragons impact their eyes?
Well, to be honest, everything in Serenitatum seemed overwhelmingly bright to Corbeaux. Where was the colour, the personality? It was all just the same white colour scheme- at least, from what he could tell from the view outside the circular window. Hospice was a structure of curved, shiny white spires, reaching up into the ever-blue sky. There was a circular diamond window in every room. Corbeaux was in an outer spire, at the very tip, meaning he could see out over the dragons going about their days below. Some dragons in the innermost spires had to stare out at the Hospice courtyard, every day, all day. Though what Corbeaux wouldn't do to stretch his wings under the warm sun in that little courtyard of pale purple wisterias and sparkling waterfalls over glistening white rocks. 
The white dragon leaned in over Corbeaux, his snout getting uncomfortably close. Pale gray eyes sparkled in his head. 
“Can you remember much, Mister Corbeaux?" He asked in a nazelly voice that made Corbeaux wince internally.
“No," Corbeaux replied tiredly. If I could, I wouldn't be here, would I?
“Well then, we can diagnose you with nothing more than a head injury."
A head injury. Seriously? They expect me to believe that a head injury lead me to forget the first seven years of my life?
“Mister- uhh- White Dragon- how would I have sustained such a head injury?" Corbeaux squeaked.
“That would be Sir Cotton to you," replied the nazel-toned dragon. “And of course, you wouldn't remember, would you? You were on your way to your new adult quarters when you fell. Look- you even tore your wing some." He grabbed Corbeaux's wing and yanked it up, shoving the ripped edge into Corbeaux's face.
“Right. Got it. Then, uhh, is there a treatment?"
“Afraid not, Mister Core-bee-ox."
Corbeaux was too shocked to rage over the brutal mispronunciation of his name.
“I... I'll never get my memories back?" He whispered, horrified.
“Nope! You're good to go, now." Cotton gave him a sickly smile as Corbeaux's head spun. Wires and needles were pulled away from his body... and with them, his hopes of ever having a normal life.
== The Second Chapter. ==
=== - by sanjay ===
Darktide went into the room. Cotton was waiting for him to come. Cotton looked at him and said “Why have you come here? You were in the wire room with lots of wires and needles in your body." Darktide replied “I can't remember anything from my last few years and why do I have a scar on my face? " “You have fallen somewhere and it looks like you have a memory disorder, that's why you can't remember some years of your life", said the WhiteWing. I don't believe him. Something is wrong here... 
He left the room. He couldn't remember his family, friends or anyone. The only thing he remembered is that he was in a place called Hospice. He felt dizzy and it was as if all his memories were tangled together. 
what is happening here? I don't feel good... 
He kept walking until he reached a corridor. He saw a metal door and written on it was - “ Room of the great Grandmaster, do not enter". He was very curious now about what was behind the door. He slowly opened the door. 
I hope I don't get in trouble.
Darktide saw the inside of the room. It was a large room filled with portraits of a tall dragon with a silver teardrop mind reading scale.
Who is this? Have I seen him before?
He walked to the centre of the room. There, a large metal throne was displayed. The throne was full of opals, pearls and diamonds. He was exploring the large room. It contained a vast bookshelf filled with ancient scrolls with many complex symbols that Darktide didn't know about. He opened the scrolls. One of themwas about complex machinery and teleportation.
What is this for?
He found a large scroll, but just as he was about to read it, he heard a voice.
“F***ing SeaWing, how do you dare enter my room! Animus magic doesn't work here and you will be severely punished." This was Grandmaster.
 
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== The Third Chapter. ==
=== - by Silk ===
Everything hurt.
Her head, her feet, her eyes. Why do my eyes hurt so bad? Kyanite wondered.
Oh. That's why.
Everything was pure white around her. It was so bright it practically glowed. Kyanite's eyes watered with pain just looking around.
She was on a bed, with metal wires sticking to her from every angle. Kyanite couldn't really move around with how many wires were attached to her, so she just lay on the bed, her eyes closed.
Kyanite vaguely heard what she thought was a different dragon walk in. She dared a small look at them, only to discover they were just as blinding as the rest of the room. 
“Wh- where am I?” Kyanite whimpered out. “Why am I-” She stopped for a second, trying to remember, but that was the problem. She couldn't remember anything except her name, and that she was in the Hospice. Where is the Hospice, though? she panicked inside her head.
“You’re in the Hospice.” The other dragon walked closer. “How are you feeling?”
Kyanite whimpered as a response. Everything hurt.
“Well, I'll take that as a ‘I'm feeling like I should, thanks.’ Come on, get up.” They started to take the metal wires off of Kyanite. Wait, is my name Kyanite? she wondered. I don't know.
“Why can’t I remember anything? Kyanite got out of the bed, wincing, when all of the wires were disconnected. The room seemed to be even brighter when she was directly under the blazingly bright light.
Kyanite squinted in order to be able to look around without burning her eyes out. The white dragon made an action that she thought meant to follow, so Kyanite let the dragon lead her into a hallway.
They quickly made it onto a bridge that appeared to be made of diamond. Diamond is a really rare jewel, I think, Kyanite thought as she gazed into the distance. The colours out there hurt a little less. There didn't appear to be anything holding the bridge up except for its attachment to two towers on opposing sides.
They appeared to be going outward. The place Kyanite thought was called the Hospice appeared to be in the middle of all the bridges. There wasn't anything keeping her on the bridge, it was made of smooth gemstone with no sides. She could slip off as easy as pie, if the bridges weren't 50 meters wide.
“So,” Kyanite commented, “why can't I, you know, remember the last few years of my life?”
The white dragon looked at her calmly, then stated, “Head injury. You'll be fine. Oh, and don't look at your wing.” They snickered.
Ignoring their instructions, Kyanite looked down at her wing and saw that there were 3 holes in it, each around the size of an- orange? Is that what the orange fruit is called? Man, whoever named that was not creative. “Holy- am I ever going to fly again?!”
The white dragon burst into a full laugh, then said sarcastically, “Why, yes! We have all of the greatest medical technology around here.” When Kyanite exhaled a sigh of relief, the dragon came back in with, “No, of course not. You really think we can fix holes in your wing? Please. Now, come along, we're almost there.” Kyanite started to slouch a little with despair.
When they finally got to the outer bridge, the white dragon took a hard right. They walked until they reached a gigantic doorway. When Kyanite looked inside, there was a beautiful metal throne embedded with opals, pearls and diamonds. Wow, she thought while gazing at the sight. That's really pretty.
She gazed to the side to see a dragon with glow scales examining a scroll they took off of a shelf. 
Suddenly, from behind them, a purple dragon with a weird teardrop scale beside his eye shoved Kyanite and the white dragon to the side to get into the big room. He started yelling at the dragon- a Seawing, I think he called them? Maybe that's a type of dragon? Kyanite pondered on this as the white dragon led her away to a different room. 
Weirdly enough, the room was empty. The walls were pure white, making Kyanite's eyes feel like they were on fire. The dragon issued her in and set her onto the floor. “Others will join you soon,” the dragon concluded.. “Please wait here for now. Food and water will come to you in a bit.” The white dragon took their leave.
Kyanite decided to just lay there on the floor with her eyes closed. I don't think a head injury could make me forget… whatever amount of years I had in my life before this. She looked down at her talons while squinting. I think I'm an adult, but how can I be sure?
After laying there in pain for a few minutes, she heard talonsteps outside. Is someone coming to help? Kyanite asked herself. She rolled over a little with half closed eyes and saw the purple dragon from earlier looming over her. 
“Wh- who are you?” she asked. “I- why can't I remember anything?”
The dragon started analyzing his claws as if bored. “Didn't that Whitewing tell you? You sustained a head injury.”
“But why did I forget my whole life from a head injury?” She got up, and glared as much as she could while squinting. “How old am I? Who are you? Who was that white dragon? Why are there holes in my wing? Who am I?” She lay back down on the floor and tried her best to stop herself from bursting into tears.
“Those will be answered in time, but I can tell you that you are a Skywing, and your name is Kyanite.” Okay, so I remembered my name right. The purple dragon continued his speech. “I am here to… lets just call it a simple test.”
Kyanite tilted her head at that, confused. “You mean, a paper test? I can't see well right now, and I dont have a pencil. That’s something you write with, right?” 
“No. A different type of test.”
Before Kyanite could question what that meant, the purple dragon stepped on her with full force. Her back ached with pain. “Why- hey! What did I do?” She tried to pry the claws off, but failed. Oh no, no! I don't want to die! I don't even remember my life yet!
In a final effort, Kyanite cried put, “Hey, stop it! You're not very nice, you know! Take your claws off of me!” She covered her face with her claws.
Wait, the pain stopped. 
She looked back at the purple dragon to see him stepped back and in a stance as if he was taking notes inside his head.
What was that?
== The Fourth Chapter. ==
=== - by jay ===
Corbeaux walked along the bridge. It was made of pure, shining pearl, a pale whitish-pink. This place was massive, but... almost empty. And the inhabitants who were there? Almost robotic. They did as they were told, moved in perfect unison. Everyone was polite, no one disagreed, disputes were far outside the realm of possibilities. And Corbeaux seemed to be the only one finding anything wrong with it.
Corbeaux pulled out the pearl tablet, cyan instructions flickering across as it guided him to something called Pearl District Apartments. As he was told, this was where he'd stay until he worked up a stable career and wanted to buy himself one of the many pearl towers.
Corbeaux was far from disappointed with the so-called temporary sheltering. For all the information desk WhiteWing (Silverine, was it?) had sold the appartments as insignificant, and far from luxurious, Corbeaux thought the apartment complex was more than nice enough. The massive, circular building reached high and wide, seeming highly un-called for in this sparsely populated region. Corbeaux continued nervously up the bridge and knocked on the grand pearl doors. They slowly swung open, showing the shocked dragon a spacious pearl foyer, with vaulted ceilings and an empty, shiny floor. Waterfalls ran down one side of the room, and to the other was a pearl desk, with a large white dragon sitting at it. Hanging from the high ceiling far above was a crystal perch, built into an extravagantly tiered crystal chandelier. Six smaller white dragons sat on the perch, perfectly upright and still, their eyes glassy and unblinking. Corbeaux stepped into the space and made slowly for the desk, turning in circles as he did to gaze in wonder at the room. Finally, he reached the desk, and he turned to the WhiteWing. 
“Hello," Corbeaux greeted him. “Corbeaux. Registering for temporary sheltering."
The dragon fixed Corbeaux with a bored gaze. “Right talon."
Corbeaux nervously held out his talon, and was shocked at what he saw. Instead of his black scales, there was a sheet of pearl stuck into his talon with sharp needles. Engraved in the pinkish-silver sheet was a number.
#10712
The WhiteWing placed silver spectacles on the tip of his snout, inspected Corbeaux's number, then grabbed a quill and some ink and scribbled down a few notes in his logbook. Then he pulled over a pearl jar of silver pins, each with a crest emblazoned in it; Corbeaux thought he could read the letters PDA. Pearl District Apartments, perhaps?
The spectacled WhiteWing raised the pin and stabbed it hard into Corbeaux's palm.
Corbeaux yelled out, trying to pull away. The WhiteWing's grip was one of iron.
“Keep your head, kid. ID- so the Cavaliers know you're Verified. Oh, of course, you don't know about the Unverified, newbie that you are. Well, they're dragons who aren't regulated, not tagged. We've got no hold on them and they often... embrace parts of themselves that shouldn't be embraced. And no mercy is shown to them. Trust me, it's good that you can prove your Verification."
“Right," Corbeaux mumbled. “Sorry."
The WhiteWing glanced up at the row of smaller, shining white dragons on the perch. They hadn't twitched, and remained sitting on their haunches on the perch, suspended just below the ceiling, unblinking and perfectly still. The spectacled dragon turned back to his logbook and quill, scribbling down futher notes as he yelled out, “Three!"
Corbeaux watched in horror as the third of the six WhiteWings slowly tipped forward. He made no effort to spread his wings; just slowly tipped. And then he fell, hurtling fast towards the pearl floors.
Just above his death, his wings shot out and he swooped into a neat landing. He walked briskly towards Corbeaux and the spectacled WhiteWing.
“Overseer Ivory," he greeted the desk manager crisply. 
“ID?" Replied the spectacled WhiteWing- Ivory.
“372."
“Next in line for Three Spot?"
“375. 373 and 374 lost to Unverified 45 and Unverified 78. Hence, 375 is next in line for Three Spot."
“Reassignment. Assign 375 to Three Spot," yelled Ivory. One of the waterfalls split like a curtain, and out swooped a small WhiteWing. She flew up and landed on the perch, in the third spot, assuming the same still position as the others.
Ivory turned back to Corbeaux and 372. 
"372 reassigned from Three Spot to Tagger of 10712. Project Serenitatum; Under the Queens May We Unite."
372 nodded and turned with a stone-cold look to Corbeaux. “Project Serenitatum; Under the Queens May We Unite."
== The Fifth Chapter. ==
=== - By Sanjay ===
Darktide did not remember much as of what happened after the fight with Grandmaster. I think I have memory loss. Cotton told me to go to temporary sheltering until I get a career and can buy one of the opal towers to live in. This is really strange.... All the residents of this place are in perfect unison with disputes not in possibility.. 
He walked across the long bridge. After he reached the end, he pulled out a opal tablet. Cyan instructions were on it. He was guided to a place called Opal District Apartments. There was a WhiteWing at the information desk. She wore a name tag. Her name was Silverine. Silverine greeted him and said “Room 365 is your room, sir.". She pointed to a door at the end of the long hallway. He walked there and entered the room. It was a beautiful apartment complex. A silver chandelier was fixed to the ceiling. A white marble fountain was in the centre of the room. Six dragons were sitting on a desk. “Registering for temporary sheltering." said Darktide. The first WhiteWing took his hand and stuck an opal sheet on to it using sharp needles. A number was written on it “1096". The second dragon inspected the number, wrote something in his logbook and took an opal pin from a jar. He stabbed the pin into Darktide's arm. “Ouch! " he said. “It's for verification." said the dragon. 
Suddenly, out of the curtains, a white dragon emerged. The dragon said “ID". One of the WhiteWings replied “379 reassigned to 1096.". 
The dragon said “Project Serenitatum: Under The Queens We unite." 
What was happening here?
== The Sixth Chapter. ==
=== - By Silk ===
Kyanite woke up in that blinding white room a few hours later. Has it been a few hours, or a few days? she wondered as she got up, squinting to try to protect her eyes.
Beside her was a diamond tablet that appeared to have directions to somewhere on it. Kyanite picked it up, and exited the room in order to follow the tablet's instructions. Take a right at the first left… what?
Eventually Kyanite was able to combine the confusing directions and looking to see if there were any tall buildings around to find the apartment complex. In hopes that it would be more comfortable than that tiny white room, she headed inside. 
“Excuse me, I got this random diamond tablet that told me to come here. Can I get a room, and will I have to pay with money I do not have?” Kyanite set the diamond tablet down on the table.
The dragon at the desk picked up the tablet and set it down inside the desk as if this was their daily routine. “Ah, yes, Kyanite, is it? Can you please stick out your right talon?”
Despite being a little hesitant, Kyanite decided to trust this white dragon and put her right talon on the desk. Even though the last white dragon was mean, this one could be different, right? When she saw there was a small slate of diamond in her talon, though, she thought that maybe the white dragons just wanted to hurt her. Maybe I should stay away from trusting these dragons.
The diamond in her talon, she saw, had a number engraved into it- 10978. That's weird, she thought. I wonder what that's for. 
Kyanite decided to look around a little more with a squint. The walls in there were sadly just as bright as the rest of the place. When she looked back at the white dragon, they appeared to be mumbling something, but she couldn't make it out.
“Good, you've been identified… I don't have to do anything bad to anyone yet today.” They looked back up at Kyanite. “Room 398. Project Serenitatum: Under The Queens We Unite. Please go find room 398 to stay in.” The dragon continued to work on other things.
Kyanite walked away from the counter then stood there trying to think of where the heck room 398 could be. This is a big building… maybe it's on the third floor? She looked around for an elevator or something similar. 
Nearby, there was a pair of steel doors that she assumed was an elevator. I hope it's not something more nefarious. Kyanite walked over and pushed a button with an up arrow on it. Once inside the elevator, that was thankfully empty, she pressed a button with a 3 on it and headed upstairs to what she assumed was that floor. I don't remember having this much excitement for a while. This would probably be an epic journey to the third floor. Kyanite smiled when the elevator dinged.
Once the doors opened, she zoomed outside into a sliding hallway that went on for as far as she could see, which isn't very far when you're squinting. While walking, she looked at the room numbers that were beside each door. 301, 302… If the hallway goes longer, this is probably the right floor! Kyanite ran with this realization.
Finally, she reached room 398. Wait, do I need a key? Kyanite wondered. Maybe I have one… aha! She pulled out a random key she didn't know she had on her.
After unlocking the door, Kyanite ran in and face planted a bed that was in there. This is great! I get a full size, fluffy bed and everything. She turned back towards the door. I should probably lock that. 
Kyanite locked the door and jumped back into the bed. I can't believe this! After that terrible treatment too… this is awesome! She laid down and got comfortable. But, why do I have a  diamond sheet in my talon?
Am I a prisoner?