Forgotten Magic

Chapter 1-Atlanta
Until today, Atlanta had never thought her uncle Turtle was stupid. True, he was nervous and fidgety all the time, and Atlanta did not like those dragons in particular, but today, the day she realized that his tiny animus object could save thousands across Pyrrhia, Atlanta couldn't stand it. 
"WHAT?" she shrieked. Anemone, her mother, looked bewildered. 
"THERE IS ONE TINY SPELL TURTLE CAST AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT IT EVEN THOUGH IT COULD SAVE EVERYONE? are yOU-"
"Calm down, Atlanta, it's not a big of a deal," Anemone said. 
"IT IS NOT A-" Atlanta took a deep breath. 
"I am going to cut that dragon's head off right now!" she roared, and flashed off into the sky. 
Turtle lived in the Deep Palace and the Ocean Palace, the new palace built for all the tribes, part of the time, visited Sanctuary and Possibility often, and went to Jade Mountain a lot. Atlanta knew, from the time he visited them last night, that he was planning to stay in the Ocean Palace for two more months. She flashed off towards it, it was easy to spot. Open to the sky, with many beautiful carvings and plants, and more artwork. 
Her uncle was in a small room, with shelves of scrolls and a pile of crumpled paper by his side. Atlanta knew what he was doing right away. Turtle had always loved writing stories, and he was working on a historic scroll called "The History of Pyrrhia." Atlanta flew down, and nearly startled Turtle into falling off. 
"Hi" Turtle said. He looked confused. 
Atlanta dove straight into her question. 
"Can I borrow your healing rock?" 
Atlanta flew nonstop towards Jade Mountain as fast as her azure-blue wings could carry her. She dashed into the main hall and into the library. "STARFLIGHT!" she cried. The NightWing dragonet of Destiny looked up, startled. "Atlanta?" he asked. "Weren't you supposed to be with Anemone?" 
"Yes, but that doesn't matter right now," Atlanta said breathlessly. She placed the healing rock over Starflight's bandage. "Did it work?" 
Atlanta whispered. 
"What do you mean?" Starflight asked. 
"Your eyes...." Atlanta said wearily. "Aren't they....healed?" 
Starflight shook his head. 
"Sorry, Atlanta, it's the same as before." Atlanta stared at him. "Wha-wha-wha-" 
Starwatcher walked into the room. "I think Turtle's spell wasn't about surface wounds." she said. "Father's eye's are an organ. I'm sorry." "Oh." Atlanta was disappointed. And mad at her uncle at the same time. 
"Ughhhhhhh. I thought we could heal everyone and it turns out Turtle's rock is USELESS. Everyone is doomed." 
"No, they're not." A silvery-white dragon appeared out of the doorway. She was Atlanta's age, maybe a little older, with diamond earrings and ropes of them draped around her. 
"Diamond?" Starflight guessed. 
"Yeah," Diamond said. She turned to Atlanta. "Who are you?" 
"I'm Atlanta," she said. 
"Nice," the silvery dragon said. "Come with me." 
Chapter 2-Diamond 
They walked through the hallways of Jade Mountain, until they found a secluded cave near Stonemover's place. 
"Are you good at keeping secrets?" Diamond suddenly asked. 
Atlanta nodded, and Diamond thought for a moment. Was she really good at keeping secrets? Too bad she didn't have mind reading powers like NightWings did. Diamond studied her closely. She could trust her for now. Even if Atlanta was lying, and talked to somebody about it, she could use her brain and words to talk them out of it. Alright. 
"Do you know about the IceWing animus heritage?" Diamond asked. 
Atlanta looked surprised, and nodded. 
"Everyone thought it was gone, that when Darkstalker killed Prince Arctic it disappeared. I think it was, actually, until years later, when my ancestor, Princes Ivory, killed a NightWing. She didn't just kill him because he was a NightWing, though, he had killed her twin brother, and that enraged her so much that she thought a forbidden thought at nearby icicle, Oh, stab that dragon in the eye." 
Atlanta gasped. Diamond sighed, and continued her story. 
"The icicle struck the dragon, fast as lighting, and the dragon was dead. Right then, Ivory realized that she had the lost gift of the IceWing tribe, and she would never use her magic again." 
Atlanta stared at her. "Wow." 
"According to my family's history books, there was never an animus dragon after Ivory, until it was my great-great-great- grandfather had it. He knew the dangers of the power, but also knew that his tribe needed his magic. He made one small gift to the tribe, something that benefits us but nothing that no one noticed. It was the gift of vision. Not the visions Queen Snowfall had, but the actual vision, your eyesight. That's why we have sharper eyesight then other dragons, anyway." 
Atlanta just stared at her, awestruck. "Does anyone else know it besides your family?" 
Diamond shook her head. "No. 
Continues(will write more later just don't have time right now-)
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