A Journey of Darkness

A Journey of Darkness 	A Journey of Darkness 	
 	 	
Background Information	Background Information 	
Author 	FrostScalesAnimus 	
Genre 	Adventure 	
Location 	Pantala (3123 A.S.) 	
Title 	A Journey of Darkness 	
Theme Song 	- Coming Soon 	
Character Information 	Character Information 	
Protagonists 	Main - Nix(Icewing), Shade(Nightwing/Sandwing), Ra(Sandwing)
Supporting - Amber(Skywing), Cobalt(Silkwing), Evergreen(Leafwing)	
Antagonists 	Main - Gorge(Rainwing/Mudwing), Sumac(Leafwing)
Supporting - Blizzard(Icewing), Benji(Leafwing/Rainwing/Icewing), Lumino(Nightwing/Seawing)	
Minor Characters 	- Briar(Leafwing/Beetlewing), Autumn(Leafwing/Hivewing/Silkwing) 	
Requested Characters
(Not Mine)	Ra, Amber, Cobalt, Gorge, Sumac, Blizzard, Benji, Lumino, Evergreen, Briar, Autumn.	
 
WARNING! -Mature Content Ahead-
A storm is brewing, a storm that changes that fate of the world. The Pyrrhian coast is ravaged by a swirling storm, trees ripped from the ground, and dragons cowering in whatever shelter they can find. The wing rages, blowing out into the open ocean, and tearing at the waves. Change is coming, washing away the land and roiling in the sea. Those hiding in their homes feel it, but those in the sky... its too late for them. Washed out to sea, dragons drown in the swirling waves. When this storm is over, the lives lost are mourned deeply as they wash in with the waves.... but some are missing. Assumed dead, and grieved like the rest of the fallen. But the storm took its toll and moved on... towards a new land... and with it are lost dragons. Change is coming, as 
these lost souls discover secrets never meant to be uncovered...
 
== Prologue ==
Nix
Fearsome winds tore at the Ice Kingdom, and waves crashed against the icy shore with bone shattering force. A swirling storm cloud loomed above, sending down hail and snow, which covered the ground in swirling sheets of powder. A deep roaring sound from the wind and sea carried through the air as Nix gripped the ice with her claws. The storm ripped at her wings as she struggled to close them, hailstones pelting her face, and body. A shimmering cloud of snow slammed into her carried by an unforgiving squall. Her wings trembled and her claws clenched as she struggled to keep rooted onto the slippery ground.
A raw cry escaped her as her wings were wrenched backwards and pulled into the air. Struggling to gain her balance once more, Nix dug into the ice with her claws, pulling her body into the cold ground. The hail shattered against her scales, stinging like icicles dropped from the sky. Thunder growled, and lightning flashed, cutting through the cold air like a blade. Her tail lashed wildly as her body was pulled of of the ice, and into the storm, carried by the wind.
The sea roiled beneath Nix, as she was thrown into the tempest. Terror gripped her as she wildly attempted to gain an advantage over her wings and tail. Spray from the sea crashed against her as an updraft hurled her into the sky. Soaking and afraid, she turned her head back to shore, her eyes grasping the place of her birth. Her wings curled and folded, as hail and wind tossed her into the sea... into the darkness. Her head slammed against something hard and cold and all went silent. Warm talons seemed to wrap around her as she sank beneath the waves.
Shade
Shade battled his way through the storm, a wild glee in his eyes. The storms had always been in his element, and today would not change that. Wind and rain swirled around him, and lightning flashed, making his grin look haunted and empty. The sea churned to the left, and the desert sands blew to the east, as he swooped in a dive towards the shore far below. Shouts echoed from the ground, as he shook of the rain dancing on his scales, like little jewels. A downdraft suddenly slammed into his back, forcing him downwards, as the wind pulled him towards the sea.
A bit of doubt creped into Shade's mind as he angled his wings, fighting the sudden change in the wind. Fear had no place in his mind as he spread his wings upwards, and tilting his tail. Out ruling the wind, and its goal to push him into the waves below. The storm was his, forever and always, and he would rule it, even as it resisted. The shouts grew louder, as the dragons on the beach called his name, shouting praise. Pride filled him as he swooped through the sky, following the currents of the air and wind.
He was free, free as the clouds above and the waves below. Shade loved the feeling, and that is why he flew here day to day, never missing an opportunity to do the thing he loved. The rain thickened as he flew, and then hail began to fall, as the wind picked up. A flash in the corner of his eye was quickly followed by the deep sound of thunder, ominous and looming, like the storm itself. A darker cloud was moving in, carried by a windstorm, of unmatched ferocity. The sky darkened, and the enraged sea began to seethe. 
Shade felt the tug of strong wind, as the shouts were drowned out by the coming tempest. Then, came the hail, pelting his face and wings, seeming to cut him with vicious force. A jolt of fear shot up his neck, as she struggled in the air, a fear he had not felt for a very long time, a fear that he had avoided since he was small. The sky cracked and splintered as lightning shook the air in front of him, showering him in sparks. 
Once more Shade seemed to hear the frantic shouts of those on the beach, as the wind whistled through his ears and the hail pelted against his wings. It was only then he realized he was falling, falling towards the deep sea below. A snarl came from his snout as the waves closed in on him, pulling him under, and then out to sea. 
Gasping for breath, he franticly flapped his wings, trying to escape the waters icy grip as it pulled him away. Shades eyes squeezed shut as a wave crashed over him, throwing him deeper into the cold heart of the sea. Cold fear, and burning rage circled inside him, churning as mixing with the realization what he was about to die. His lungs began to hurt as he sank, aching with the need for air. He reached for the surface, struggling for air, his wings pushing him upward. 
Dimly, Shade wondered if he would die, here in the heart of the unforgiving sea. Drowned by the waves, never to be found again. His heart began to slow, and his eyes grey heavy, and he drifted of, and his only thoughts were ones of fear, fear of being gone from a world where he had hoped to accomplish so much. And then it was dark, dark as the night sky, under which he had hatched... dark as the death lurking beyond.
As Shade faded, he felt a light touch, of cold, frozen ice, drifting from the ice kingdom above. The three moons above shined through his closed eyes as she water grew softly cold around him, and he felt wet air around him. Air, filled with rain and hail, wind blown and thin, but still air. The moonlight vanished as he opened his eyes, shuddering, and grasping for the air that surrounded him. Gasping, his lungs heaved, throwing out the seawater, and replacing it with the thin air above the sea. The waves rolled through him as he sucked in breath after breath of the air he needed so badly.
Shade barely noticed the cold around him as he breathed, shutting out the death that had been so close only moments before. His mind cleared, and the ice cold fear filled him again, and he trembled at the knowledge that he had been near death minuets ago. As the cold closed in, he let himself float upon that sea, like a dark island, standing alone in the ocean. Only then, did he notice the freezing water around him.
The bitter cold stung his scales, the bitter feeling slowly creeping up his back, seeming to freeze him on the inside. He shivered, and fluttered his wings slightly, letting the current carry him where it needed to go. Feeling the rain on his scales, the wind on his face, and the cold scales that brushed his wing, light as the touch of a blade of grass. A feeling of numbness settled on him has he turned around, drifting in the aimless current, battered by the wind.
A silvery form drifted in the water, radiating a soft cold feel. As it drifted, Shade realized that it was not a stray bit of ice, but a dragon. A freezing ice dragon, from the north kingdoms above, with the magic that nearly ended the world. A strange feeling passed over him, and his wings instinctively jerked backwards defensively , creating a ripple in the water. He wasn't alone, in this watery kingdom of storms and sea. He had someone to drift along with, until they met an end, where the water fell, and with it, two dragons, carried by the storm.
Shade reached for this strange ice dragon, and pulled her over to him. It was not right to let someone so fragile die in the waves, alone, and without the comfort of someone who was in the same world as they were. But most of all, he needed the comfort from the feeling that he was about to loose his world, his life, his goals. At least he wasn't alone, all alone like the many others that were lost to the storm. He would die in this ocean, and then his soul would be lost in the waves. But it wasn't over yet... he had one more chance to do good in this cruel world... one more chance to make amends to his past, and maybe his present. Not all was lost, not yet anyways.
== Chapter One, Arrival ==
Ra
The soft waves slid onto the shore, washing sand and shells into the ocean, and leaving stray bits of kelp on the shore. The midday sun beat down on the small beach, heating the sand and scorching the tough grass of the savannah beyond. Seagulls crowed, and a slight breeze rustled the leaves of a small tree on the shoreline. All signs of the storm that raged only hours before had been wiped away, save for the small trickles of water running through to the sea. The dark clouds were gone, and the sea had settled, leaving the world at a tranquil state. Until the waves turned red with the blood of a Sandwing, washed upon the shore with the storm. Bruises and gashes covered his side, leaving crimson stains in the sand beneath him.
Ra's breathing was slow, but steady enough to make sure that he would live to see the next day. His eyes were closed, but the eyelids twitched uncomfortably, in an attempt to make up from the dreams that haunted him. His scales were dry, baked by the sun, and the salt from seawater. Phantoms of darkness clouded his thoughts, creating a turmoil of desperation and fear in his mind. The storm still raged in his head, and he was still drowning, though his body lay dry and safe on the lonely beach.
A tendril of smoke rose from Ra's snout as he struggled to wake up, keenly aware of the darkness that awaited behind his dreams. With a jolt, his eyes snapped open, taking in the world of light and heat. Pain filled him as the wounds on his side flared with his sudden awakening. He began to tremble he gazed at the marred wounds on his flank. The cold hand of fear, despair squeezed his heart as the hopelessness of his current state settled on him. His talons clenched as it all came crashing down. Nothing in his life had ever been been horrible enough to lead up to this. All hope was lost, as the sun beat down on the desolate plains. 
The faint sound of talon-steps awoke Ra from a sleep he never remembered falling into. The sun was now closed to the horizon, sending orange light across the beach, and onto the savannah beyond. The now distinct sound of someone coming closer made his heart flutter. A moment of panic almost inspired him to get up, and face whoever stood only a few feet away. Bravery required action, and he would do whatever needed to be done to make one last stand. One last attempt to be great. 
Ra squinted in the sunlight and cried out as his trembling legs clenched and swayed, as they attempted to lift his broken body from the sand. His head bent low in exhaustion as his torso slowly rose, wracked with pains and tremors. Tears welled in his eyes as he lifted himself up, and his breaths came in short, feeble bursts of air. Anger, and determination bubbled inside of him as he struggled to stand and face the dragon above him. 
A soft voice came from a spot ahead of Ra, to his right. "Rootplace... Pyrrhia?", this was from the mystery dragon, who had a distinct Male voice, with a kind edge, and a strange accent. His breathing became more labored and his legs swayed, his tail moves to steady him, as the dragon spoke. "Leefromichou, arine Twighearlot?". A dull feeling filled him as the dragon spoke once more, and his wings drooped slightly, and he began to shudder and sway. His face pressed against the sand, though he never remembered getting there, and a dull throb resonated in his skull. 
The light began to fade in Ra's eyes, and the darkness of sleep began to settle upon him, like a blanket of night. As he faded, he heard one last thing before settling in a deep, dream-filled sleep. "Ownbud aum baksap michou scalbark, arine Twigheartlot" Only a whisper, in a growing world of numb darkness and haunting dreams. 
The light chatter of two dragons speaking was what awoke Ra from a quiet rest, where his body healed, but his mental wounds were beyond repair, and would scar for the rest of his living. The light of a rising sun barely shone through a dense canopy of thick woven silk, finer than any in the Scorpion Den where he had grown up. A soft blanket wrapped around him, and he felt the press of bandages on his side. 
A warm talon touched him gently on the shoulder, followed by the same voice as he had heard earlier, at the beach. "Michour scalbark sprig, blodleaf sigstick" It uttered in a kind, warm tone of voice, then paused as if remembering something, that they shouldn't have forgotten. A second voice came from the back of the room, this one was slightly impatient, but clearly female. "Blowfar sticktop" she encouraged, seemingly directed to the kind dragon. 
Ra turned his head slightly, and saw the most beautiful, shining dragon he had ever seen. His scales were jewel green, with blue and purple mixed in to form a glittering wonder of a dragon. His four, huge wings were folded proudly against his back, shaped like those on a butterfly, or a beetle. Vivid colors and shimmering scales, this dragon was a shining marvel. But a deep sadness turned over in Ra at the sight of him. This was not his home, not his land, this was new, and held dragons and secrets never meant to reach his eyes. 
The new dragon smiled and opened his mouth, speaking once more "Y-You... You are Safe.. strange one". He said this with a comforting smile, but an unsure tone, and a strange accent, Ra hadn't noticed until the dragon spoke his native language. Despite the warm, safe feel of the the room, and sense on doom had settled upon him, as if the sky had fallen upon this moment. 
Ra's old life was in flames. Burt to ashes as the sun rose over this new world, with shimmering wonders, and soft beaches. A world of new things, good things, but none of them should be treated that way. The storm was coming, in more than one ways than one. He could feel it. In his bones, and in his blood He was not longer a simple thief, or a lowly Sandwing. 
Ra had no more world anymore. Nothing else seemed to exist besides the storm that dropped him here, and the place afterwards. It was different. Strange. And it had secrets, secrets of a dangerous power, that he was now connected to. The he was alone, the kind dragon was gone, and so was the silken room where he had awoke. Everything that existed was bright, white light that filled his vision and clouded his thoughts. Light as the dawn the coming day. Light as the life that resided beneath every soul. 
He heard nothing of what the other dragons said. The world began to drop away, falling, neither up or down. He was alone now, in a room of lights and shadow, yet neither but also both. He was alone. Alone now, in a strange place of nothing. He began to drop out of the light and dark world, into a new one. And now, he was no longer alone... someone was watching... something close... something that was neither light, nor dark, just like the empty room. 
 
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==Chapter Two, Awakening==
Nix
A slight breeze wafted in from the coast. Smelling of salt and seaweed, the smells of the ocean that lied beyond the small cove at the edge of the sea. The wet floor was slippery and every sound echoed of of its walls, as well as the caws of the seabirds nested high above it. Crabs scuttled about in the sand just outside, and fish leaped from the protective bay which was glassy with ripples and waves. Nix closed her eyes, blocking out all of the noises of the sea and of the forest above. Her wings were tightly curled around her and her tail was tucked underneath her talons, not for warmth, but for comfort.
She had washed up a half day before, bleeding at bruised, with a large lump located on the back of her skull. Her head was still foggy, and she couldn't think strait, much less fly. Besides, she didn't know where the storm had blown her, or where she was. It was a depressing thought, that circulated in her mind as she lay there, waiting to heal.
 
==Trivia==
- This story is set in an alternate timeline, where Darkstalker never existed, and Clearsight came to Pantala because of a Nightwing war, where her family was split and she had to leave, to avoid fighting her loved ones.
-Beetlewings have not split into Silkwings, and Hivewings yet, they still exist, though Silkwings, and Hivewings are seen as counterspecies.
-A great forest covers the northern half of Pantala.
-More Coming Soon!
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