Dangers Of The Mind

== Explanation==
So, my OC, Hallow, is a horror author, and I will frequently reference their most popular novel, Dangers Of The Mind. I decided I wanted to write a fanfiction about Hallow and their adventures across Pantala/Pyrrhia, all while writing their beloved story. Essentially, it will switch between Chapters of Hallow’s book, and Hallow’s perspective. Anyway, here it is! Enjoy! 
== Chapter One (Hallow)==
Hallow bustled around, packing their satchels with their miscellaneous objects to be sold. Once their bags were packed and hung on a hook embedded in the stone wall, Hallow coiled themself on their palm-frond bed, striking a match to light a candle and beginning to write their story.
==Chapter One (The Story)==
Darkthought’s ebony tail lashed against the stone, his mind crowded by the furious thoughts of his tribe. His ability had been outed to the NightWings by his drunken father. Darkthought winced as the jagged anger of his best friend stabbed into his head. He looked down, coiling his tail closer to himself. A talon lashed across his cheek as he saw his Queen, Menace, baring her teeth and standing over him. 
“Leave…” Her slow, bone-chilling hiss caused shivers up and down Darkthought’s spine. “Now!” Darkthought scampered towards the mouth of the cave, flinching at every single threat spat in his direction. He spread his wings and flung himself into the dark sky, the volcano behind him illuminated by the ominous glow possessed by the incline. He dove towards the tunnel to the rainforest, the dark shadows illuminating the silver scales by his eyes, and the droplets leaking from them. No one tried to stop him, they merely let him pass without a second thought. He landed quickly, flinging out his talons to stop him from crashing into the forest floor. Sounds of the jungle filled his sensitive ears and he heard the lazy thoughts of RainWings coming from a distance. 
The next day, Darkthought awoke to the drizzle of rain trickling down his scales. He frowned, before pushing himself up, a slight scowl spreading over his features. The teardrop scales by his eyes glittered like freshly spilled blood, as if he were crying crimson. Darkthought spread his wings and leapt into the air, but didn’t get far as he was ensnared by a hanging tangle of vines. He struggled but stopped abruptly as he felt a vine tighten dangerously around his throat. He sent out his thoughts to any dragon around, hoping they would hear he was in trouble. Soon enough, a RainWing landed on the branch next to him. The RainWing tilted their head, studying him. 
“What? Never seen a NightWing before? Help me!” Darkthought demanded, persuading the dragon with his thoughts at the same time. The RainWing obliged and cut him down.
“So, who are you?” The RainWing inquired, tilting his head. 
“Darkthought of The NightWings,” Darkthought answered. “And you?” 
“Calendula of The RainWings,” He replied, scales a majestic orange. “But everyone calls me Cal.” 
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